At dawn, Hongqiao Airport!
The huge plane slowly approached the airport runway, like an eagle spreading its wings and gliding toward its prey.
Shen Meng, in a casual suit, walked to the shiny tiles in the waiting hall. His custom-made Italian leather shoes made a crisp sound when they touched the tiles.
As the third son of the Shen Family, he exuded a unique temperament. It was the dignity and pride of a century-old family.
Behind Shen Meng was an old man with gray hair. There was a vertical knife mark on his left eye, and the eye in the middle of the mark was gray and white. He was over 50 years old, but he was as fit as a bull. He was wearing a loose, retro exercise suit and a pair of cloth shoes.
"There are so many people in Shanghai. The more people there are, the more resources there are." Shen Meng looked at the crowded waiting hall and took out a wallet from his pocket. He sighed and said, "A spatial artifact. Tsk tsk, this standard equipment from Baoze is indeed convenient. Unfortunately, the core technology is firmly controlled by them. No matter how greedy we are, we can't get it."
Then, he took out a palm-sized bronze cauldron from his wallet and blew at the mouth of the cauldron. Wisps of green smoke rose from the cauldron and drifted to every corner of the departure hall.
At the Simbach store, a young mother was eating dessert with her young son at a round table. There was a cup of coffee in front of her, and a piece of chocolate cake in front of the child.
When Shen Meng and the old man passed by, the young mother glanced at the young man with a strong temperament. The obedient boy who was eating the cake suddenly shivered. He raised his head and said with a bitter face, "Mommy, I'm so cold."
The young mother looked at her son and was shocked. In the hot summer, the child's face was pale, his teeth were chattering, and his arms were cold.
The air conditioner in the waiting hall couldn't freeze people like this.
Shen Meng held the bronze cauldron in one hand and the phone in the other. He looked at it carefully and sneered. "The modern heir of the Li family looks so f * cking sissy."
On the phone screen was Li Xianyu's personal information. It was very detailed, including his current address.
"Uncle Yuan, do you think the female Fighting Soul from the Li family really knows the location of the Pantheon Palace?" Shen Meng switched off her phone and frowned. "You came all the way to Shanghai. Don't waste your efforts."
The one-eyed old man narrowed his eyes. "If there's anyone in this world who knows where the Pantheon Palace is, it's her. It's also because of her that Li Wuxiang has the guts to take the treasure for himself. However, everything in the world had its nemesis, and the female Fighting Spirit was not invincible. The current Buddha Head can fight against her. "
"What about the Dao Master?" Shen Meng raised his eyebrows.
"Dao Master is still not mature enough. Eighty years ago, the Demonic Dao brought chaos to the world, and the Dao Sect was the first to bear the brunt. In the past, the ten elders of the Dao Sect all died in the hands of the Demonic Dao. Their vitality was greatly damaged, and they have yet to fully recover."
"Eighty years ago, the Buddhist Taoist Association suffered heavy losses due to the Demon Dao's Calamity. Twenty years ago, after the Li Wuxiang incident, it was the turn of the great clans to wither away their talents. Tsk tsk, since the end of the Qing Dynasty, our Bloodline World has been in trouble from time to time. Countless talents died before they were fully fledged. It's a pity. On the other hand, the Westernized Bloodline World has produced many talents since modern times. It's really not good … My grandfather always sighed. "Shen Meng shrugged." But I think there are talents in every generation, and each of them will lead the way for hundreds of years. For example, the swordsman of Bosch. How do you think he is compared to the Buddha Head? "
Regarding this question, the old man seriously thought for a long time. "A few years ago, this person appeared out of nowhere. He first pressured the geniuses of the great clans and the disciples of the Buddhist Taoist Association. Later, he challenged the masters of the older generation. He went through hundreds of battles and never lost. It's really terrifying. The last time he fought, he was still far from the Extreme Dao. But that was a year ago. Now, I'm afraid he has half a foot in the Extreme Dao. At the very least, he's at the same level as the Dao Master. "
"The Extreme Dao masters are rare after all. Don't worry about them. The female Fighting Spirit was glorious in the past, but today, it's just a swimming dragon on the shoal. There's nothing to fear. But can Uncle Yuan handle the A-class killer of the Ancient God? "
"The S-class masters of Bosch are all extraordinary. I don't dare to say that I have absolute confidence in winning, but I can hold them off for a while. Third Master, your target this time isn't the Fighting Spirit, but the successor of the Li family. As long as we capture him, the female Fighting Spirit will naturally be under our control. But there's one thing I have to remind you. Don't hurt the successor of the Li family. "
Shen Meng curled his lips and said disdainfully, "What's so great about him? He's just an ant-like person who relies on the halo of his ancestors. This time, the Pantheon Palace is about to appear. The female Fighting Spirit can't even protect herself, let alone a little puppy. The Buddhist Taoist Association isn't the only one who has been watching this kid all these years. "
The one-eyed old man stopped in his tracks. With a serious expression, he said earnestly, "Third Master, you have to promise me."
Shen Meng felt a wave of irritation. "I know. You're so annoying."
Ever since he was young, he had been the center of the world. His elders doted on him, his brothers and sisters loved and protected him. With the halo of the third young master of the Shen Family, he was the center of attention wherever he went.
He naturally disliked people like Li Xianyu who were the center of attention.
The two of them walked to the entrance of the departure hall and stopped. Shen Meng turned around and looked at the hall. His eyes could see things that ordinary people couldn't. Vengeful spirits that hovered between reality and illusion were sucking the essence of the people in the departure hall.
Beside the waitress at the information desk, there was a wretched vengeful spirit with sunken eyes. It was a pervert who was obsessed with women even after death. He sucked the waitress's essence while playing with her breasts.
Therefore, the waitress felt cold and short of breath. Her complexion was terrible and it was almost impossible for her to work.
Another example was the mother and son beside the Starbucks. The young mother was rubbing her son's hands and breathing hard. She was talking on the phone anxiously.
She couldn't see that behind her son, there was a ferocious little ghost sucking the boy's essence.
Hundreds of ghosts wandered in the departure hall. They either followed behind the pedestrians or lay on the shoulders of the pedestrians, sucking the essence of the people like parasites sucking the nutrients from their host.
"Third Master, that's enough. If you don't take it back, the Bosch Group will notice." The one-eyed old man said, "It's better not to do this kind of thing in the future."
"These are all fat leeks. It's a waste not to cut them. I'm just borrowing their essence. It won't harm people's lives. What can the Bosch Group do to me?" Shen Meng didn't care.
"After all, this isn't our Shen Family's territory. The Bosch Group is fine, but I'm afraid that we'll run into some troublemakers." The one-eyed old man said.
Shanghai wasn't a small city. As the financial center of the country, its human traffic could be said to be terrifying. Moreover, it was at the airport. There was no guarantee that they would run into one or two ruthless people.
Manipulating Yin Spirits to suck people's life energy was both arrogant and offensive.
Shen Meng sighed, "I don't know when I'll be able to refine this Soul Refining Cauldron. Each of these high-grade Dharma treasures consumed a lot of spirit and energy. Oh right, if we capture Li Xianyu, will the female War Spirits really listen to us? "
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