Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

The next day.

Jing Li leisurely carried his stick and went out.

First, Nangong Qian fed her all sorts of delicious food, and then, tempted by the tasty local specialties and fruit, she gained a little tail.

Nangong Qian followed behind her as she wished.

Today's main task is to deal with the evil forces within Black Sands.

This is what Jing Li, a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) girl, said as soon as she stepped out of the house, without batting an eye, as if she were about to save the world.

Nangong Qian listened as her toes gripped the ground.

A little shameful.

Jing Li told her the location, but Nangong Qian was preoccupied with her thoughts the whole way. Jing Li wasn't a talkative person, and the two remained silent.

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......

As soon as Jiang Huaiyu woke up, he noticed that something was wrong around the hospital.

He used his detection ability to scan the area, but didn't see anything unusual.

When he arrived at Lu Yize's room, he found that Nangong Qinghe was already standing inside. The single ward was large, and there were other rooms inside the bed for others to rest or accompany.

Nangong Qinghe was standing at the window at that moment. Qian Rui was also inside, stepping on one person, while another person was tied up and kneeling on the ground.

Qianrui lowered his voice as much as possible, as if interrogating someone: "Who sent you here?"

The two men were dressed in plain clothes, making it impossible to discern their true identities, but their unintentional movements and behaviors revealed that they were well-trained.

The person being trampled on stammered, looking defiant to the death, muttering something unintelligible.

The person next to him had been beaten up; he was mumbling and his nerves were loosening.

"what happened?"

Jiang Huaiyu stepped in and looked at the two people on the ground.

"Assassination?"

"Ah."

Nangong Qinghe turned around, her eyes narrowed, and she slightly raised her hand, which frightened the man so much that he hurriedly begged for mercy, "I'll talk, I'll talk, don't kill me."

Last night, they witnessed their companion being blown in the head by this man, and they always knew how formidable Nangong Qinghe was.

This level of intensity was unexpected; the information from above was incorrect!

The rumor is that Nangong Qinghe no longer has the energy to use her mystical abilities.

How come he... still gets his head blown off in a second!

"Don't tell!"

The person whose head was pressed to the ground, struggling to get up with his hands on the ground, glared fiercely at the person who was about to speak.

"Did I let you speak?"

"No~"

Accompanied by a muffled groan.

Qianrui punched the man, who clutched his stomach and groaned in pain.

"Speak, or not?" Nangong Qinghe's eyes were arrogant, and her voice was as cold as ice. "I'm giving you one last chance."

His patience is running out.

The man's fear of Nangong Qinghe reached its peak, and after being warned one last time, he couldn't care less about anything else. His eyes were no longer on his beaten accomplice. He trembled and stammered, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything."

"Then say it!"

Qianrui had little patience, and his fist unconsciously rose up again.

The man's voice trembled even more with fear, and he stammered, "I, I, I don't know what to say. You, you didn't ask me, I don't know how to say it..."

Everyone present: "..."

He fell into deep thought.

They didn't ask him any questions.

Throughout the entire process, we kept insisting that they explain themselves.

Nangong Qinghe walked to the sofa and sat down, propping his head up and rubbing his temples. Had he been too tired lately? He hadn't even realized such a basic mistake.

"Who sent you? Who are you subordinates? What is your purpose in coming here?"

Qianrui couldn't control his loud voice and asked three questions in a row.

This alarmed many people outside.

Realizing he was speaking too loudly, he quickly lowered his voice, "If you dare to lie, I'll kill you!"

“We are sorcerers from Dinyi. People from the Black Sands hired us to kill you.”

"Your mother's gone mad! Who told you to say that?!"

Another person was shouting angrily.

Unexpectedly, Qianrui kicked him again, and the man flew up due to inertia and crashed heavily to the ground.

My vision blurred and I fainted.

"Noisy!"

"go on."

Nangong Qinghe gave Qianrui a wink, signaling him to deal with the bustling crowd outside.

They were on a low floor, the third floor, and a number of hospital patients had already gathered outside the window, looking down at them.

Upon seeing Qianrui's actions, they began to exclaim in surprise.

"Why are you hitting people?!"

"Who are those people over there...?"

"It's the mafia!"

"..."

Qianrui dragged the unconscious person into the family care room.

Seeing his companion beaten unconscious, the man dared not lie any longer. "The boss of Black Sand said you were ungrateful and wanted to fight against them, so he disposed of you all before you left."

The mystical practitioners in Dinyi are different from those in China.

They are not united enough. Most of the mystics are loners, and the stronger ones will form gangs, which the country cannot deal with.

They also lack the capability to handle it.

Ultimately, the official sorcerers in Dinyi are far inferior to those in society.

Human poison is a problem they cannot handle, so they will choose to turn a blind eye as long as the person who makes it is not a citizen of Dianyi.

Or, even if there are people in Denyi, they have to suppress this matter.

These gangs often engage in shady dealings to make a living.

When the state could no longer control them, they became increasingly arrogant. As their neighbor, China suffered the greatest and most widespread harm.

Normally, cases of human trafficking and drug trafficking are handled by narcotics police.

However, too many sorcerers were blocking the way.

Over time, intervention will be necessary.

So, they came this time.

To their surprise, the sorcerers of Dianyi had become so powerful in the years since they had not clashed with them.

This development took only three years.

Jiang Huaiyu listened silently to his words. He sensed something was wrong, so he looked at Nangong Qinghe and said, "We have fought against Black Sand before, and they know our strength."

Based on his assessment just now, these two were far too weak.

Since Black Sand knew their strength, they wouldn't send someone powerful enough to control even Qian Rui to deal with them.

Moreover, this was with Nangong Qinghe present.

Although they had never met Nangong Qinghe, most of them probably knew him.

"Yes, so he's an official."

Nangong Qinghe was not surprised that Jiang Huaiyu could think of this. He was also a captain and could consider things carefully, so it was not surprising.

As soon as Nangong Qinghe finished speaking, the liar immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, beads of sweat dripped down his face, he looked flustered, and he stammered even more.

"I, I didn't, I didn't, I lied on purpose, please, don't kill me."

The last sentence was almost a plea.