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Half past seven in the morning.

Jiang Qinghai was sitting in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed to rest when he noticed that the road became very bumpy and he was woken up by the shaking.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the car had driven into the deep mountains and old forests. Jiang Qinghai was so scared that he immediately released his spiritual power to cover himself, then he observed the environment and asked the driver: "Uncle driver, did you take the wrong road?"

The driver turned his head 90 degrees and looked at Jiang Qinghai, who was terrified. His eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was stretched into a huge smile that even tore his mouth apart. He said in an extremely strange voice: "You're awake, bait."

What the hell is this bait?

Jiang Qinghai knew he was in danger and wanted to escape from the car, but he found that the car was shrouded by spiritual power more powerful than his own and he could not escape.

He pushed the car door desperately, tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably, his sobs choked, he was scared.

Jiang Qinghai wiped the tears from his face with his hands, sat in the car, hugged himself, and began to analyze the situation calmly.

Something must have gone wrong with the driver, but he believed that it was not the Jiang family's fault and that someone must be manipulating this matter behind the scenes.

What are they for?

On the bumpy road, Jiang Qinghai, who was feeling a little carsick and nauseous, was wondering what those people wanted to do by kidnapping him.

It was not until the car arrived at the destination and stopped on a relatively flat hillside that Jiang Qinghai saw a group of familiar elders from the immortal cultivation world in front of him, powerful beings in their eighties and nineties, and the fear in his heart dissipated a little.

He forced a smile and asked them, "Hello, bosses, do you know what's going on?"

An elderly man with long flowing hair spoke in a heavy voice, releasing high-level spiritual pressure towards him while speaking.

"Young man, as long as you obey and send out the distress signal on your body, this matter has nothing to do with you."

What the hell?

Jiang Qinghai's blood surged in his body due to the spiritual pressure that was several levels higher than his own. His bones seemed to be squeezed and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He tried hard to control himself from shedding tears and not to lose the dignity of the Jiang family in front of outsiders.

The one they are targeting is the Jiang family. Could it be Brother Jiang or Miss Jiang Yunhe?

Why?

Aren’t we all cultivators?

Why do we have to engage in such a fratricidal thing?

Jiang Qinghai didn't understand at such a young age, but he could see the greed in those people's eyes. It was like they were possessed by evil spirits. They were even more terrifying than the demons he had seen.

"I didn't bring it. I used it once before and forgot to refill it."

Jiang Qinghai gritted his teeth and insisted, not wanting them to get the chance to hurt them from him. Absolutely not, not to hurt such good people like Brother Jiang and Miss Jiang.

"He lied!"

A woman with a seductive look and alluring posture, with a snake wrapped around her neck, shouted out the truth.

Jiang Qinghai suddenly realized that he, a third-level cultivator, was no match for them. However, this did not mean that he would easily surrender to the enemy.

No matter whether he knows the people from the Jiang family’s main family or not, if he really did this to save his life, he will no longer be worthy of being a human being.

Those who betray their family will be executed directly if the offense is serious. If the offense is minor, their surnames will be stripped away, their family ties will be severed, and they will become homeless from then on.

Jiang Qinghai knew very well that even if he really sent out a distress signal, it would be reasonable considering the circumstances.

But he was unwilling to do as they wished and did his best to leave clues for those who came after him.

You can't use your mobile phone to live broadcast here, nor can you use the spiritual stone to take pictures, so you can't record their ugly faces.

Jiang Qinghai suddenly remembered the contents of a book he had read before. Perhaps it was because his life was in danger that he remembered such an important and useful thing.