Lu Zhanting, who had not spoken, stared at his eyebrows and pondered, as if he was considering countermeasures.

"Is there a task from above? Is it our Nanyao Military Region that sent troops? ”

"Lord Shoufu said that our Nanyao Military Region has rich experience in actual combat, especially you, the army commander, have personally led the army abroad to quell the turmoil, so it is only fitting for you to quell this border riot."

"When are you leaving?"

"It may take some time to prepare."

After all, Nanyao is still some distance from the border of the eastern border, and it will take at least a day and a night for the troops to be deployed, even if they take the train.

What's more, this war is not a matter of carrying weapons and leaving in ancient times, and you have to prepare a lot of fortifications and defenses, etc., not to say that you can start fighting.

The meeting lasted until the stars rose and then ended.

When Lu Zhanting drove home, he called Xia Wanqing and learned that she had returned to the villa.

As for whether to tell her that he was about to start quelling the chaos, Lu Zhanting was also very confused.

Privately, he wanted Xia Wanqing to accompany him and go to the border with him, but it was too chaotic there, and if something went wrong, I was afraid it would be too late to regret it.

So, he didn't want her to take the risk.

Alas, my heart is so chaotic, Lu Zhanting sighed while driving.

On the other side, when Xia Wanqing was rushing in the direction of the villa, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and decided to go to No. 25 Huayuan Street to see Old Man Cao.

Recently, because of work, I don't have much time to see him, and I don't know how he's doing now.

Thinking of this, Xia Wanqing drove to the fruit wholesale department, bought more than ten catties of bananas, put them in the trunk, and then drove the car towards No. 25 Huayuan Street.

Coming to the gate of the cemetery, Xia Wanqing parked the car on the side of the road, took out a banana, and went up the steps.

Entering the large black hollow iron gate, I took a few steps to the workers' room, and found that the door was still closed.

Xia Wanqing put the bunch of bananas at the door and planned to go up the mountain to find someone.

Generally speaking, when Old Man Cao is not in the worker's house, he must have gone to the tomb mountain to tamp the soil tightly for some loose graves, so that their families would not worry about the graves collapsing.

Or catch hares in the mountains or something, and use them for his medical experiments.

This seems to be the law of old man Cao's life, he likes this kind of life outside the world, and he is reluctant to associate with more people.

When Xia Wanqing came to the tomb mountain, she put her hands to her lips and shouted, "Master!"

However, she was answered by the cold wind blowing on the tomb mountain, gloomy and compassionate, like a ghost crying.

It's late afternoon, and once the sun sets, it gets dark very quickly.

Xia Wanqing had a feeling that there seemed to be people on this tomb mountain, and there was more than one person.

Thinking it was her own delusion, she hid behind a monument and carefully discerned it, and found that it was really the case, and there was more than one person, as if there were at least three people.

And all three of them were young men, all with cold eyes, as if they were looking for something.

Xia Wanqing couldn't understand, how could there be strangers shaking in the cemetery this evening?

If they were here to sweep the grave, shouldn't it be a serious and sad expression? With such an expression of wanting to kill and cut people, I'm afraid I didn't come to sweep the grave, right?

Just when Xia Wanqing was puzzled, someone behind Leng Buding stretched out a hand and covered her mouth tightly.

Xia Wanqing was startled, thinking that she had been attacked, and was about to use the poison in her sleeve, but unexpectedly, the person behind her whispered to her: "Don't be afraid, it's me."