At the moment, about two hours' drive from this gloomy construction site, there is a mixed complex of buildings with a somewhat old style.

These buildings are high and low, mixed with apartment buildings and villas, surrounded by courtyard walls and garrisoned by government guards.

'Cross District Public Offices Recuperation Area' is the name of the area. Although it is called a sanatorium, it is actually a private residential area formed by retired officials, experts, etc., of the Consulate General, avoiding some regulations.

Because most of these retirees are locals on the streets, the Consulate has turned a blind eye to this and has not intervened too much. Over time, years of accumulation, this place has become quite large.

In an elegant-looking, time-stained villa, the basement is illuminated by soft light and shadow, illuminating the spacious space furnished like a winery.

Rows of wooden wine barrels spread out along the walls, and in the center there is a finished wine area, sofas, coffee tables, wine sets, smart cabinets and other facilities.

A man with his back to the door, leaning on a couch, couldn't see his face clearly. He held a round wine glass in his hand, and the crimson wine liquid rippled in the glass, volatilizing an intoxicating fruity aroma.

Situ Xiang, this extraordinary person who was suspected of being polluted out of control, was sitting opposite this man at the moment. But Situ Xiang's posture was extremely respectful, sitting upright, with his hands on his knees, and his expression was also solemn and serious.

Suddenly, black smoke began to billows from the roof level, which was not high.

Then there seemed to be a lot of gibberish on the whole plane, and the virtual lines crisscrossed and crisscrossed, distorted, and blurred, becoming more and more cluttered.

Eventually, the black smoke seemed to break through the shackles of these garbled lines, struggling to burst out. More than a dozen black 'rope'-like lines hang down. Then a puppet slowly condenses into shape, hanging upside down under black lines.

"It seems that the negotiations have failed, and it is really an arrogant woman."

The man on the couch stopped shaking his glass, turned his head, and looked at the falling puppet.

His appearance appeared in the light, but there was no specific appearance.

Because on his skull, there were circles of bandages, and his whole face was covered. It's just that a few slits were torn in the bandage, revealing the eyes and mouth.

This strange figure of the man is also wearing a striped prison uniform, and even has shackles on his feet, but they have been torn off.

He sat leisurely on the sofa as if in his own bedroom, with a wine glass, took a sip of wine, and said with a mouth with a crack in the bandage:

"Arrogance is a virtue that needs to be praised. I can play with this arrogance, and with this arrogance, deprive the opponent of some of the benefits that can be occupied. ”

Situ Xiang was still respectful and serious, and whispered, "Mr. Hao, you don't seem to have a high opinion of Wei Zhifu. ”

The man known as 'Mr. Hao' shook his head and smiled:

"A little guy who got out of hell and wandered in a world of hypocrisy. She doesn't represent the 'Bloodborne Cursed Council' and doesn't deserve my attention. ”

"But she has already managed to master the Crocodiles, and even the plan is foolproof, and she is about to break ground and build the hospital for an unknown purpose." Situ Xiang said respectfully.

"Well, I do have doubts about this, what the hell is she trying to do......"

Mr. Hao continued to shake his glass, lost in thought.

"Could it be some kind of big sacrifice? With the flesh and blood of a large number of disabled people...... To awaken the coming of our Lord? Situ Xiang said thoughtfully.

Mr. Hao shook his head and said, "No, this kind of price is too great!" She couldn't afford it. And if it's just this crude plan, it will be extinguished by the church before it can be started! After all, in this hypocritical world, the church is the protagonist, incredibly powerful! ”

Situ Xiang also nodded slowly: "Yes, she has collected 50,000 lists, so many people, once they are sacrificed, the impact is too great, Wei Zhifu does not have such ability and means." ”

"Are we just going to watch?" Situ Xiang asked again.

"Why are you watching?"

Mr. Hao sneered, "If she succeeds, she will summon the advent of the 'Primordial Blood Lord', although he is also the Lord of Hell, but what good is it for the 'Primordial Soul Master' we believe in?" ”

Situ Xiang hurriedly lowered his head reverently, clasped his hands in front of his forehead, and silently recited the honorific name of the 'First Soul Master', and then exhaled lightly and slowly relaxed.

"What do you want me to do? I'm always waiting for the assignment and listening to your advice! Situ Xiang said respectfully to Mr. Hao.

Mr. Hao took a sip of the wine, thought about it, and said:

"Wei Zhifu's ability is to control the three bloodlines to hatch seeds for her use. Originally, I introduced her to the third one, and she also went to hatch it herself, but unfortunately it failed. ”

"She and I both underestimated the extraordinary person named Fan Jun. Fan Jun died out of control because of this, so Wei Zhifu only had two hatching seeds left to manipulate. ”

Mr. Hao said this, a silent smile appeared in the crack of the bandage, "Her strength is weakened now, and she is still so arrogant and arrogant, I decided to make good use of ......"

"What do you mean? Do I need to destroy it? Situ Xiang asked.

"No, why destroy? I already have a little bit of an eyebrow in my mind about the charity hospital she built, but I haven't guessed the real purpose yet. I want her to succeed, but I only want the hospital to be built, not in her hands. ”

Mr. Hao pondered for a long time before he said, "First of all, you guided the Secret Institute to pay attention to Wei Zhifu. Let her build a hospital under pressure, it can't go too well. ”

"Her ability comes from the 'power of blood' and is not subject to the rules of this world, so the extraordinary people of this world cannot track her and cannot be identified."

Situ Xiang nodded: "Okay, I will arrange a proper plan and guide." ”

"Second, continue to strengthen Kumoro Technology's involvement in hospitals. Hospitals can be built, but ultimately in our hands. Although Wei Zhifu's goal is the same as mine, this feat should belong to me, not her. ”

When Mr. Hao said this, he drank all the wine in the cup, put down the cup, and said: "I will personally implement the third arrangement, and you will do it according to the first two." ”

"Follow your instructions!" Situ Xiang stood up and respectfully saluted Mr. Hao.

"Go ahead, I trust your abilities." Mr. Hao waved his hand.

Situ Xiang saluted again, and then said goodbye and left.

Mr. Hao turned his head to look at the hanging puppet. Then, he raised his palm and flicked his five fingers at the puppet, as if there was an invisible thread pulling at it.

In an instant, the puppet turned into black smoke and collapsed.

In the basement, the lights went out, and everything fell silent.

............

Chen Feng took a taxi and returned to Changping Avenue in the cross area.

After getting out of the car, Chen Feng looked ahead, the four buildings shrouded in the night. Right in the heart of the four towers, in the middle of the botanical garden, is the classical high-rise of the Mystery House.

Chen Feng hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to go back to the secret place.

After all, his ability to identify the 'spirits' that track down the members of the 'Bloodborne Cursed Council' is too special to explain, and it has to do with his hole cards and his own secrets.

But if he doesn't say it, if he goes to Wei Zhifu alone, he is in danger of falling into danger, which is equivalent to death. Obviously, the strength of the other party is not something he can easily touch.

And Fan Jun can't sacrifice in vain, and he must not let Wei Zhifu go. The longer the time drags on, the more stable their power will become, and they must be apprehended as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.

"Then you can only force the reason and throw doubts at Wei Zhifu and Lame Hao......

Chen Feng silently diverged his thinking.

He thought of his greatest trait, which was also known to everyone in the secret.

'Hell Text! Chen Feng snapped his fingers and smiled slightly.

He immediately took out his secret service phone and sent a message to Fan Yin and Richard.