"Elder Song, Director Song!" everyone was shouting their names.

And they also returned triumphantly like heroes, and welcomed them on both sides of the camp!

Liu Jiang was a little puzzled, these people seemed to have known that the big tree demon was dead, could it be that someone had been watching the battlefield?

However, he finally learned that there were indeed observers, but they were all observing from afar, and he could only see the shadow of the big dryad from a distance, but he could not see people.

Now Liu Jiang is a lot relieved, just can't see himself!

"The pillars that support this piece of heaven and earth are no longer there, according to the past situation, this floating island may collapse in three to five days, but before the collapse, new spatial cracks will appear in all parts of the island, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, everyone can collect more materials and scattered personnel, starting the night after tomorrow, everyone is not allowed to leave the camp for half a step, we have to leave the island as soon as possible!"

The Great Emperor was taken to recuperate first, so now it is Wu Tong, the temporary head of the camp, who is speaking.

Wu Tong knew Liu Jiang's conjecture about the Wuji Church's arrangement in Qixialing, but this still needed to be discussed again, and now was obviously not the time to announce it.

After announcing the good news, Wu Tong returned to the big tent in the center of the camp, where he had an important meeting to preside.

And he didn't call Liu Jiang over, Liu Jiang was also happy to be quiet and continued to run his hot pot restaurant.

Half a day later, a team left the camp, and Liu Jiang watched them leave in the hot pot restaurant, but he wondered why Guan Ning was among them.

The team rushed to the scene of the battle that day, and everyone's eyes widened, this deep pit turned out to be man-made?

"Classmate Guan Ning, take a look, is there any sword intent you said?" Song Jianguo stood on the edge of the pit, giving people the feeling that he was going to kick people into the pit the next moment and shout "Sparta" again.

Guan Ning silently leaned down and carefully stroked the edge of the pit with his fingertips.

Then she closed her eyes again, as if realizing something.

It took about ten minutes or so for her to open her eyes again, during which no one spoke, everyone waited quietly.

"It's sword intent, and it's ......" Guan Ning considered the words and said very firmly: "And the sword intent I encountered at the beginning was from the same person's hand." ”

Everyone looked at each other, not that they didn't believe Guan Ning, but the news was too exciting.

Assuming that the person who made the sword is the aboriginal of the floating island, then the other party is in the dark, and we are in the light, and I don't know if the other party has malicious intentions.

But so far, all the known floating islands that have appeared in the world have not been reported to have seen the news of the aborigines, if there was no one on the floating island, then it could only be on this side of the earth, but the earth's sword path has been lost for thousands of years, where is such a superb sword master?

"Let's look around and see if there's anything missing. Wu Tong commanded everyone to look around.

After a while, someone shouted, "There's a discovery here!"

Everyone gathered to the place where the speaker was.

As soon as they got closer, everyone smelled a pungent smell that was disgusting.

Then what came into view was another big pit.

It's just that this big pit doesn't seem to have been dug out by man, but a large lake that has dried up.

There are still remnants of spiritual energy around the area, and it seems that this should have been an open spiritual spring.

But looking at the bottom of the lake, the black remnants of the lake are as hot as charcoal, although they are no longer bubbling, but they can still be vaguely distinguished that they are all viscous liquids.

Wu Tong soon discovered the strangeness, because there were still some wood chips and glass residues on the surface of the lake, which looked like artifacts and looked very familiar.

Just thinking about it for a moment, he thought, isn't this something from the Mubiko? So this matter really has something to do with the Mubiko?

No, there's something missing here.

At this moment, another Kunlun member exclaimed, "Look here!"

The crowd looked in the direction he was pointing and saw scattered blood stains on the ground.

"Bring the blood stains back for testing!" Song Jianguo said in a deep voice.

At this moment, Wu Tong's brows furrowed, as if he had thought of something, but does this possibility really exist?

"I'll do it. Wu Tong said to a Kunlun member beside him: "I am familiar with the laboratory at the headquarters. ”

Wu Tong kept an eye on it at this time, and said that if it was really as he guessed, then some of the truth would have to be covered up temporarily.

In fact, when Liu Jiang returned to the camp, he was covered in blood, and many people saw it, but no one associated him with the blood here.

But Wu Tong thought of it, not only did he think of the bloodstains, but also the boxes and bottles of the Wuji Sect, and even the knife that Liu Jiang was carrying with that knife.

Wu Tong doesn't know the sword, nor does he know the sword, but he is not a fool, to be precise, he is smarter than many people, and he is also one of the recognized think tanks in Kunlun.

And after all, he had observed Liujiang for so long at that time, and he fought side by side at the entrance of Wuji Church, so in the entire Kunlun, no one knew Liujiang better than him.

"You see, there seems to be some ashes left over from the burning here, do you want to bring them back?"

Everyone looked at the place this person pointed again, and there were really three ashes.

"This is ......" one of the Kunlun members leaned over and sniffed, then picked up some with his hand and rubbed it: "Isn't this a mosquito coil?"

"Mosquito coils, are you mistaken?"

"If you look closely, it's really a mosquito coil, it's still the same brand as my home, and I am familiar with the smell!"

Song Jianguo also leaned down and sniffed: "It seems to be really a mosquito coil!"

Everyone was slightly surprised, this style of painting is wrong, why are there mosquito coils here? Could it be that who is resting here, thinking that there are many black mosquitoes here?

"You see, there is a small pit on the side of this mosquito coil ash, it seems that something has been inserted here, and the traces are still very new!"

"Don't worry about it for now, take a picture, go back and study it slowly. Inform everyone, don't get too far from the camp, there is still a hidden danger in this place!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Wu Tong gave an order, and several Kunlun members immediately responded, as if everyone regarded Wu Tong as the highest person in charge here, and even forgot that the person with the highest position here was Song Jianguo, the director of Kunlun.

However, all this is so taken for granted, even Song Jianguo himself did not have the slightest intention of objecting.

In fact, there are still a small number of people in Kunlun who know in their hearts that Wu Tong's actual influence within Kunlun is even more than that of an ordinary director.

This part of the people naturally includes Song Jianguo himself, but he knows very well that this young local person in charge and the mysterious chairman of Kunlun are comrades-in-arms who live and die together!

(Today's first chapter, the big seal push is in progress, and it will continue to be updated today!)

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