Qingjia Group is a typical family-style group, and it is precisely because of the unity within the family that there is no trick of you fighting for me, you hurting me and I hurting you, so we can make Qingjia Group bigger and stronger.

All people with the surname Kyung occupy important positions within the group.

For example, Qing Baoxuan, the former intelligence director, although he has folded it in, and caused careless losses to the Qingjia Group, he still can't erase the record he once set.

When he joined the company, he was promoted to the head of the intelligence department.

This Qing Ni is two years older than Qing Baoxuan, but the working years he has entered the Qingjia Group are the longest in his age.

Almost since he became an adult, he has worked in the Qingjia internal group, rising layer by layer, and finally sitting in the second-in-command position.

He has more information (black material) in his hands.

If such a person folds in and confesses, at least the Qing family will lose half of the country, which is still the best situation.

The worst-case scenario is that the Qing family is completely wiped out.

Thinking of this, Qing Yuehe put his hands across his neck and made a gesture of pulling left and right: "Dad, do you want to..."

Qingyan shook his head: "The person who took him away only said that he cooperated with the investigation, and did not point out his charges." ”

"It's going to be in half an hour at most, and now he's been in for 15 minutes, and there's still 15 minutes, so let's wait a little longer." ”

Everyone nodded.

They really don't want to use that trick unless they have to, because that would mean they are really desperate and need to sacrifice their companions in exchange for hope of survival.

Those 15 minutes were a long and unbearable experience for the people in the room.

Fortunately, in the last three minutes, Qing Ni called back to report his safety.

Hanging up the phone, Qing Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, you can end the meeting." ”

Finally, this long-lasting meeting is over.

Everyone got up and patted their already numb butts. It is said that sitting and working is good, but there are times of pain, such as now.

After the others left the room, Qing Yuehe communicated with his father about what had happened to the group recently.

After learning that many things had become tricky because of the insertion of Zhang Chen's group, he left with a gloomy face.

Kyungyeon did not persuade, because this is a process that everyone who wants to achieve great things must go through.

How can we grow without hardships? How can we see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

Back in his room, he slammed the door shut.

The joy in Qing Yuehe's heart has long since disappeared.

Originally, he thought that he had enveloped the scattered hidden world of Qinglin and had the relationship with Qinglin Sect, so he could officially jump on the stage, come and go with Zhang Chen, and call him out.

Unexpectedly, when I came back, I received the disappearance of [Qiyao] annihilation.

This is definitely a major blow to his plans!

In addition, although his master, Old Man Jian, could speak in the Qinglin Sect, he could not speak in the Special Investigation Department.

No matter how bad that institution is, it is directly under the jurisdiction of the state, and it can be strengthened at any time when necessary.

I originally thought that it was an evenly matched opponent who could learn from each other, but I didn't expect that this was an elusive enemy that was too strong to be grasped.

Lying on the bed, Qing Yuehe looked at the dark room and breathed a sigh of relief.

What should I do?

In the past, he could rely on the strength of the Qing family to tease the enemy, but now that the Qing family can't, his shortcomings will appear immediately.

Do you want to assassinate Zhang Chen's wife and daughter? Let him know what it's like to lose a loved one?

No, there are a bunch of powerful people around him to protect him, and going is equivalent to delivering food.

Or use other methods to splash dirty water and disgust her.

Fantasizing like this, Qing Yuehe slowly fell asleep.

There is no doubt that tonight he dreamed.

In the dream, Zhang Chen was so powerful that he couldn't resist. As long as you want to kill him, you can take a breath and get rid of him and all the people he is trapping.

When his relatives died in front of him, the family he cared about the most also perished, and all those who had a relationship with him died.

In the past, those who rushed over like a dog's leg to stammer, regarded him as a rat crossing the street, and they were annoyed to talk too much.

At this time, the whole dream suddenly went dark.

In this brief moment of blindness, Qing Yuehe heard the sound made when the black mist gnawed at the dead corpse in the cemetery of the Qinglin Mountain Range.

It makes his scalp tingle and his whole body cold.

When the darkness disappeared and the light returned, Qing Yuehe found himself back in the Qinglin Mountain Range, next to that cemetery.

The surroundings were full of new tombs, and the tombstones on them had the names of the ten people of Qinglin, and more of them were hermits whom he only knew the names and had never met.

There are also people from the Special Investigation Department, and even the cemetery of the military god Yun Wushuang is among them.

In a trance, Qing Yuehe suddenly found that the soil of one of the graves was trembling, and it seemed that someone was arching the soil below!

He held his breath and tried to take a step forward.

At this time, the dark clouds faded, the bright moon fell, and he saw the name on the tombstone of the tomb - Zhang Chen.

There was a bang.

The tomb where 'Zhang Chen' was buried suddenly exploded, the earth flew, and the familiar black mist burst out from inside, bringing out the body of 'Zhang Chen', who had already died.

That 'Zhang Chen' looked really miserable, his face was pale, and he was covered with wounds.

The limbs are mutilated, and even the torso such as the chest cavity has terrifying holes, and black blood flows out of them.

Click!

The black mist began to gnaw at Zhang Chen's corpse.

The crisp voice that once made Qing Yuehe feel his scalp tingle was so pleasant at this moment, it made him feel the urge to sing loudly.

A mouth full of white sharp teeth cracked out in the left area of the black mist, one by one: "Isn't it just a few innate martial cultivators, if you want to kill them, it's a simple matter." ”

"Innate Martial Cultivator, you said that Zhang Chen is an Innate Martial Cultivator?"

"He?" Black Mist looked at the dead body in his mouth and smiled fiercely: "He's just a chess piece, taking the place of the person behind him to exercise the right and come to the earthly layout." His subordinates were innate martial cultivators. ”

"No wonder, no wonder Bao Xuan will be planted, no wonder the people we sent to assassinate have evaporated silently, I see. ”

Qing Yuehe's expression was horrified, for him, Innate Martial Cultivation was really an insurmountable mountain.

"What kind of mountain is this?"

Reading Qing Yuehe's inner thoughts, Hei Wu said with a hideous smile: "When you enter the world of monks who are in the middle of the world, you will know that there are people outside the world and there are heavens outside the world. ”

"Now this [Zhang Chen] is just a roadblock, not even a small dirt slope. ”

"Do you want to think about it. Follow under my hand, I promise to touch you to easily blade Zhang Chen. ”