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The information that Park Seung-eun asked for was quickly sent, and the one who came with a thin document was his daughter, Park Ai-young. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking up at Park Ai-young, who looked haggard, Park Seung-eun knocked on the table and motioned for Park Ai-young to put Jang Yang's information on the table.

Park Ai-young put the documents in her hand on the table in front of Park Seung-eun, put them together with the report about that night sent by those people, and then pursed her lips, stood stubbornly, and did not leave immediately.

"You're not out yet?"

Park Seung-eun sat down at the table and said coldly, he knew very well why his daughter refused to leave.

"Father, do you really want to invite Zhang Yang to our South Korea?"

Park Ai-young thought of her dead brother and their master Kim Hyun-sin, her eyes turned red, and she asked again, her clenched fists in private, obviously hating Zhang Yang, who was likely to be the real murderer.

"I said, that's what the president meant, and the president thinks that Zhang Yang is likely to have the blood of my Korean nation, so he needs to ask Zhang Yang to go back and recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors!"

Park Seung-eun frowned, already very impatient, and hearing Ko Park Seung-eun's words, Park Ai-young's face turned pale, and the clenched ten fingers couldn't help but let go, trembling.

Hearing this, Park Aiying knew that even if his brother and master were really killed by that Zhang Yang, as long as Zhang Yang was willing to return to South Korea, then his father would not blame Zhang Yang, but would treat Zhang Yang as a VIP.

Stumbling out of Park Seung-eun's room, Park Ai-young's face was like ashes, she didn't see it, there was a black shadow, which had been staring at her coldly in a corner of the room, until she left the room, she slowly walked out of the shadows, nine snow-white tails raised high, swaying slightly in the wind behind it.

When it came out of the shadows, its full appearance was exposed to the soft light, and the spirit animal that followed Park Seung-eun from South Korea to Japan turned out to be a nine-tailed spirit fox, and this nine-tailed spirit fox was different from other nine-tailed spirit foxes.

The average nine-tailed spirit fox has a snow-white body, and its nine tails are at least two or three times the length of its body, while this nine-tailed spirit fox only has nine tails that are snow-white, but its body is jet black, and its nine tails are not only more than four times the length of the body, but each one is thicker than the tail of the ordinary nine-tailed spirit fox, this nine-tailed spirit fox can completely wrap its body with its tail.

Park Seung-eun picked up the document sent by Park Ai-young, opened it, and sneered after a cursory glance, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the spirit beast with nine tails.

"Zhang Yang's personal strength is estimated to be above the early stage of the fourth layer; The spirit beasts that followed Zhang Yang's side, Tianma chasing the wind, foxtail mink lightning, and treasure hunting rat without a shadow, their strength was ominous, and it was estimated that they were already fourth-layer spirit beasts...... With such no detailed information at all, no wonder Jin Xianchen will lose so badly, little guy, it seems that you still need to be wronged to stay here for a few days, let me test the details of this Zhang Yang, and then make a plan・・・・・・ of course, it doesn't matter, we can solve some other small problems first......"

As he spoke, Park Seung-eun casually threw Zhang Yang's information file in his hand on the table, then got up, opened the drawer on the table, and threw away all the books and papers inside, and a beautiful wallpaper was spread out at the bottom of the drawer.

Park Seung-eun Joong took out his index finger and used his fingernails to clasp open the wallpaper spread out under the drawer, and when the wallpaper was lifted, the ultra-thin white paper under the wallpaper was revealed, and it was densely filled with Korean.

This is actually a small habit of Kim Hyun-schen, he has always had no sense of security compared to things like safes, but likes to hide the most important things in a relatively conspicuous place, it just so happens that Park Seung-eun knows Kim Hyun-suk's habit, so he found all the information that Kim Hyun-sin has collected in China for so long.

On this piece of paper, according to the level of spirit beasts, there is no record of the distribution of spirit beasts near Changjing, as well as the information of the forces where they are located.

When Park Seung-eun was engrossed in staring at the thin paper full of Korean characters, the nine-tailed spirit beast jumped up, jumped onto Park Seung-eun's shoulder, poked his head out, and stared curiously at the thin paper in Park Seung-eun's hand.

"Thirteen first-layer spirit beasts, one second-layer spirit beast, one third-layer spirit beast・・・・・・ little guy, these days, let's take them first."

"Tweet ......"

The nine-tailed spirit fox, nicknamed the little guy by Park Chengen, lazily lay on his shoulder, barking twice at random, and the huge tail crossed Park Chengen's cheeks from time to time, and there was a tail among them, which was gently wrapped around his neck.

Park Seung Eun Joong took out his hand, touched the nine-tailed spirit fox lying on his shoulder, folded the white paper in his hand, put it in his shirt pocket, and then licked his lips, snorted coldly, and let out a burst of evil laughter.

"Hey...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

For a few days, Qiao Yihong, who was squatting at the Four Flowers Hotel in Jingyang, didn't notice any movement here. Except for the man who came from South Korea two days ago, it was as calm as usual, the doors were closed, and the graduation sign was still hanging outside.

"These Korean sticks are not afraid of losing money?"

Qiao Yihong didn't know how much the other party would lose if such a big hotel was closed for a day, but it must not be a small amount, he muttered, took out his mobile phone again, and dialed Zhang Yang's number.

Zhang Yang has not turned off his mobile phone since he was notified by Qiao Yihong last time, so as to ensure that Qiao Yihong can get through every time he wants to contact him.

"South Korea has not made any moves in the past few days, and the person who came to Changjing a few days ago has never met since he entered the Jingyang Sihua Hotel."

Qiao Yihong simply reported the current situation to Zhang Yang through his mobile phone.

From the very beginning, Zhang Yang didn't expect Qiao Yihong to be able to keep an eye on people from Japan and South Korea alone, with the Demon Sword Village in hand, Zhang Yang was not afraid of people from the Japanese side to hide, so he only let Qiao Yihong specifically target the South Korean side.

What makes Zhang Yang strange is that the Japanese side has not moved so far, but the South Korean side finally sent a person, which is also what Qiao Yihong does not understand, because after that person entered the Jingyang Sihua Hotel, no one has ever come out.

Hung up the phone, Qiao Yihong raised his head, it was already dark, and it seemed that today was another safe day.

Wrong!

Just as Qiao Yihong was about to leave, his eyes suddenly tightened!

Directly ahead, a strange man in a big windbreaker walked out of the street next to the Jingyang Sihua Hotel, and a person stood at the intersection of the street, reaching out to stop a taxi.

Qiao Yihong is no stranger to this windbreaker, a few days ago, this person was picked up from Changjing Airport by the bodyguards of Jingyang Sihua Hotel and returned to the hotel.

"Finally can't help but show your feet!"

Qiao Yihong's body was slightly excited, he quietly wrote down the license plate number of the taxi, and after the taxi went away, he raised his hand, and a taxi immediately roared from the far intersection.

This taxi driver is the person surnamed Wang that Qiao Yihong tracked to the airport that day, and when Qiao Yihong got into the car, he casually stretched out a hand and asked, "Which car is chasing this time?" ”

Qiao Yihong handed over a banknote with ease, pointed to the taxi parked at the intersection in front of him waiting for the traffic light, and said: "This is it, license plate number J1170!" ”

At that time in 99 years, although the taxi is not like the current collective corporatization management, there are unified rules and regulations, but at this time some taxis have also been installed in the walkie-talkie, in the same area familiar with each other taxi drivers will be wrapped into a small group, using the walkie-talkie in the car to contact each other, so that they can ensure that they can communicate with each other, so as to facilitate them to grasp where someone needs to take a taxi or where to block the road, and can save time and make more money.

And the taxis driving on this lot can be said to be no one that Lao Wang is not familiar with. Lao Wang squinted, lit a cigarette for himself, picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, and said a few words casually, Qiao Yihong knew that this was because these drivers were saving time, and many road names or car numbers were replaced by well-remembered codes, so ordinary people couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

After a while, there was a response on the walkie-talkie, and after hanging up the walkie-talkie, Lao Wang turned his head and said to Qiao Yihong: "That person went to the suburbs of Changjing City, the Purple Mountain Scenic Area." ”

The Purple Mountain Scenic Area is a recently planned scenic area in Changjing, which is still in the early stage of planning and demolition, and there are still some villages where they have not been completely relocated, and are still desolate for the time being.

Qiao Yihong didn't understand what that person was doing in the Purple Mountain, so after pondering for a while, he gave up his plan to call Zhang Yang, and said directly to the taxi driver: "Lao Wang, take a shortcut and send me to the Purple Mountain!" ”

"You're going so late?" Lao Wang looked at Qiao Yihong suspiciously, and did not start the car immediately.

Qiao Yihong nodded, resolute.

By the time we reached the Purple Mountain, the sky had completely darkened, and the bright moonlight was the only source of light here.

Most of the area here has begun to be planned, and there are ruins everywhere, even Lao Wang, who is familiar with Qiao Yihong, does not dare to send him too far, and after reaching the entrance of the nearest village in the Purple Mountain, he will let go of Qiao Yihong and drive back.

Because Qiao Yihong copied the shortcut, he arrived here far earlier than the Korean, and early, Qiao Yihong found a hiding place.

In the wilderness near here, that person can only come to this village, but he doesn't know, he's a Korean, who is going to come here?

He decided to wait a little longer and call Zhang Yang when he saw what the South Korean was going to do here.