Meng Xuan's face changed color in an instant, and he directly turned on the blood source ability and broke out of the window, pulling the edge of the window and hanging it out of the window.

Boom!!

Whoosh!!

There was a muffled sound in the room, followed by a terrifying cracking of the air.

There seemed to be sharp shards flying quickly over his head, sending up a gust of cold wind.

When the movement in the room completely subsided, Meng Xuan stretched out his head to look into the room.

The steel knife in the center of the ritual was long gone, and the surrounding walls were filled with dense pieces of silver metal, at least three centimeters deep into the wall.

Is this thing going to explode? Didn't you say that the risk is very low?!

Meng Xuan's face twitched a little, if he had relaxed his vigilance a little just now and didn't dodge the explosion, with his current physical strength, it was really possible to be blown up into a sieve.

He turned off his bloodborne abilities and sat down in his room, recovering his mental strength while pondering what had gone wrong with the ritual.

Not enough extraction of the material? Elemental and spiritual blended completely? Or was it too impatient when it finally fused with the blade?

Meng Xuan touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

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Angel Villa, third floor, in the original room of Althea.

The tall Kunnan stood on the balcony with his hands folded, overlooking the night view of the entire North District from the top of the rooftop mountain.

However, unlike Althea's complicated state of mind, the reason why Quinnan is standing here is only because he wants to come out and blow the wind out of boredom.

The North District, not in his eyes.

Tricolor? The Devil's Axe Alliance?

These forces are hillbillies in his eyes, and they pose no threat to him.

If it weren't for Shahe City's next strategy for the expansion of the Haitian Society, and for the murder of Althea, he wouldn't be standing here.

Every extra minute he spent here felt like he was wasting his time.

However, soon, just by his many gunmen and two top professional shots, the major gangs in the North District could no longer stop him.

Now they have only two options, surrender and perish.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

There was a knock on the luxurious door.

"Come in."

Kunnan, who was standing on the balcony, said lightly.

The tall, thin man in the suit walked in briskly, a slight hint of shock on his lazy face.

"What's the matter?"

Kunnan turned around and quietly stared at the tall, thin man in a suit.

"At the police station, after a carpet search, there is new information about the death of Althea."

The tall and thin man said in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

Kunnan's eyes moved slightly.

The tall, thin man pulled out a color-printed photograph.

The pixels in the photograph are blurry, and in the center of the photo is a young couple with their faces together and a big smile on their faces, as if they were taking a selfie with Tiantai Mountain in the background.

In the corner of the frame, a figure who has been accidentally ingested into the picture is circled with a red pen.

The figure was riding a small electric donkey, wearing old casual clothes, carrying a large bag on his back, wearing a peaked cap on his head, and was looking sideways in the direction of the Angel Villa.

Faintly, I can recognize the side face, a bit of Meng Xuan's appearance.

"This person is very strong, and he once had a grudge against Aisya, and he appeared around the Angel Villa during the time of the incident, and he is very suspicious.

However, at present, there is only this photo, and the suspicion of this person cannot be fully determined. Therefore, the police department is using this person's photo to visit clothing stores and equipment stores in the city, and investigate his whereabouts that night, and it may take some time to determine whether Althea was killed by this person. ”

The tall and thin man said in a deep voice.

In fact, he didn't believe it, how could a high school student, no matter how talented he was, be a peak martial artist? Maybe it was just a chance to pass by?

But if it is really this person, at a young age, he has the strength of a peak martial artist, and he actually used a suspicious tactic, first showing the enemy weakness, and then secretly making trouble, hiding from the world, even the shrewd Aisya was deceived, this kind of heart and ruthless means, really made him a little chilled.

Kunnan held the photo in one hand and Meng Xuan's information in the other, and suddenly laughed.

"Waiting for the police station to investigate? When? ”

Kunnan threw the information back in his hand to the tall and thin man.

"So I'll let our people go? Give him a try? ”

The tall and thin man whispered. Although his boss has the ability to tell whether the other party is the one who killed his sacrifice, he does not dare to offer to let the boss run by himself, which is his biggest dereliction of duty.

"If the other party is really a peak martial artist, you are likely to suffer heavy casualties if you go."

"There's no need to be so troublesome."

"Isn't he a member of the Tricolor? Hasn't the Tricolor been trying to negotiate terms with me lately, so that they can keep their business and come under my command? You tell them that bringing this person to me is one of the conditions that must be fulfilled, and that if I can't see anyone before dawn to-morrow, and I can't even do this thing, there will be no need for the Tricolor to exist. ”

Kunnan said lightly.

If he comes, the subtle sense between him and the ritual sacrifice will tell him whether it is true or false, if he does not come, or even resist, then there must be a ghost in his heart, and he will go there himself when the time comes.

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Two hours later, Meng Xuan finished processing the traces of the ritual in the unfinished building, and walked out of the gate of the unfinished building with his bag with a gloomy face.

Three attempts, all of them failed·······

More than 300,000 people, all of them were lost······

Meng Xuan didn't expect that the failure rate mentioned in the description of the secondary metal refining ceremony was not small, and it would be so pitiful.

Either it exploded, it shattered into powder, or it simply rolled into a ball of iron.

In short, none of them succeeded.

Now there are only more than 100,000 left in my trouser pocket, and it seems that I can only borrow a little more······

Meng Xuan's face was so gloomy that he felt as if he was about to drip water, and he felt as if he had underestimated the difficulty of this kind of ritual with a high technical content.

Toot toot! Toot toot!

Just when his heart was full of unhappiness, his phone vibrate.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was actually Xia Kerou calling him.

He couldn't help frowning, Lin Ya's intelligence showed that the current situation of the Tricolor Society was not good, and I was afraid that the black market auction would not be held in the short term, and it was definitely not a task to call him at this time.

He picked it up.

"Hello? What's wrong? Can I help you? ”

Meng Xuan asked in a deep voice.

"Coach Meng! Can you come to the Black Tail Martial Arts Hall, there is an urgent matter to discuss with you, it is related to our safety, please! We are waiting for you at the Budokan Museum! ”

Xia Kerou's slightly frightened and wheezing voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was a serious murmur on the phone, and there was even a shouting of killing from afar.

"What's going on with you? Feed? Feed?! ”

Meng Xuan was about to ask Xia Kerou what was going on over there, but the phone rang first, and then there was a blind sound.

Meng Xuan called back the phone, but no one answered.

His brow furrowed deeply, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.