Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

The computer that Wu Qingyu carried with him seemed to make a sound. It was a reminder tone that he had specially set. When the program retrieved key information, it would automatically remind him.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Ling Yanling with a hoarse voice, "Boss, would you like to come and take a look? There should be some progress on the matter you instructed."

Ling Yanling was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected the progress to be so fast. He rubbed her hair and said in a low voice,

"I have something to discuss with them. You should get some rest first."

"If you have any questions, call me."

Wen Shiyun nodded gently, "Okay."

Watching several people leave one after another, seeing Jin Xuncheng preparing to leave as well, he hurriedly shouted, "Wait! Jin Xuncheng, I have something to give you."

Jin Xuncheng paused as he was about to follow her, remained silent for a moment, turned back to her side, and asked in a deep voice,

"what?"

She reached for the bag on the table, but it was a little out of reach, and her white, slender fingertips bent.

The man lowered his eyes and silently handed the bag to her.

"Thank you." Wen Shiyun curled her lips, looked up at him, and suggested seriously,

"You talk so little, Jin Xuncheng. You should talk more so that others can know what you are thinking."

She really thought so. Given the man's taciturn personality, he would be at a disadvantage.

"No one would want to know about such a boring thing." The man's eyes moved slightly and his tone was normal.

Wen Shiyun looked at him in a daze, frowned, and retorted,

"Why do you think so? I really want to know. As long as there is one person willing to listen, you can speak bravely."

As she spoke, she fished out the gun the man had given her that day from the tomb from her bag, turned the muzzle over and placed it in his palm, "And this, I'll give it back to you."

The delicate white hand inadvertently rubbed across his calloused palm, causing a slight itch.

His palm subconsciously tightened, wrapping the woman's hand and the gun in his hand.

Wen Shiyun looked up at him, with some surprise in her eyes.

He just realized what was happening and immediately let go of her hand, taking two steps back. "Sorry."

She shook her head, her lips curled slightly, "Thank you for protecting me in the tomb, and for lending me this gun, even though I didn't use it."

Jin Xuncheng weighed the pistol, and instinctively turned it around in his hand with a clean and neat movement, then put it into the inner sleeve of his clothes.

His brows knitted together, "Why didn't you use it to get out this time?"

Wen Shiyun hummed softly and blinked her eyes. Her curled eyelashes fluttered like a flying butterfly, just enough to cover the twinkling light in her eyes.

"I didn't have time to use it, and I don't know how to use it. If I just throw it randomly, it will easily go off."

He was silent for a moment.

"Then I'll teach you when there's a chance."

"Okay, it's a deal then."

"Ah."

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It was not appropriate to talk about those things outside, so Ling Yanling took Lin Zha and Wu Qingyu into the car.

He narrowed his eyes, a cigarette in his hand, and said, "I can tell you now."

Wu Qingyu took out his computer and typed something in front of the screen, frowning. "Whoever built the mausoleum containing the thousand-year-old bloodstone must have deliberately separated the pieces to prevent future generations from finding them. So our original speculation that the mausoleum was also in Taiyuan, Shanxi was wrong. In fact, the mausoleum's location has been narrowed down to Shaanxi, but it will take some time to determine its exact location, probably a month."

Lin Zha sat there hesitantly and asked, "Brother Ling, are you bringing Sister Shiyun with you this time?"

The light from inside the car swept across his cold brows and sharp Adam's apple.

He pursed his lips and said after a moment's hesitation,

"No, I won't take anyone with me this time. I want to end this by myself and bury the jade pendant along with the tomb."

It also brings closure to the deceased parents and all those who were buried with this bloodstone.

Only he can control the strangeness of the jade pendant, so he will be the one to put an end to it.

Since no matter how you deal with it, it will recognize that he is by its side, then just find its original owner and put it back where it belongs.

Master Linza Kong'er only heard the word "bury" and immediately disagreed, "Bury? What bury? Big brother, please don't, Sister Shiyun is still waiting for you!"

Wu Qingyu patted his head and repeated the meaning of the man's words, but Lin Zha was still stubborn.

"No, Brother Ling, we've always been together when we go to the tomb. I understand why you didn't bring Sister Shiyun with you because you were worried she'd get hurt, but we're brothers, we're willing to sacrifice our lives for each other, you can't abandon us."

The car window was rolled down, and a lit cigarette flickered in his hand. The smoke covered the man's deep face like a mist.

The voice was very soft, but it could not be questioned.

"Lin cub, this is my decision."

There was complete silence in the car, but the atmosphere was so frozen that it seemed to be almost frozen. No one seemed happy.

"But... New Year's Eve is only a month away. Aren't you going to be with Sister Shiyun?"

After a long silence, Lin Zha lost her energy and kept making excuses in a low voice, hoping to make the man leave later and later.

Wu Qingyu slowly closed the computer, his voice still as hoarse as if it had been scraped by gravel, "Boss, can't we not go this time?"

How difficult it is for a person to go to the grave. There is no external help inside, and no sound tools to convey and encourage.

They were all afraid that this last visit to the tomb would also be the last time they met.

So even though Wu Qingyu knew Ling Yanling's personality, he still asked, even though he knew that based on the boss's personality, the answer to this question already existed.

Ling Yanling looked out the window, a moment of trance passed through her eyes as she lowered her eyes, her voice empty and scattered, "Qing Yu, you know."

There was a silence in the air.

"Lin boy, Qingyu, before we leave, please help me prepare something." He leaned lazily on the back cushion, covering his eyes with one hand, as if he was resting his eyes, but in fact he was staring at a certain place in a trance.

"Let's set off again after the New Year."

The man's tone was lazy, and his words seemed to be as casual and casual as could be. "Okay, why are you all so gloomy? Get ready."

He patted their shoulders lightly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

It was still the familiar look, but Lin Zha and Wu Qingyu did not feel relaxed at all.

They all knew what Ling Yanling's postponement of departure meant, and perhaps he had already made plans to not come back.

Lin Zha's eyes instantly turned red. It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but to him, no one is more important than the two people in the car.

"it is good."