"What have been cleaned up, do you have a list?"

Qiu Xiaoxiao thought about it and asked.

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his mobile phone, opened a document and handed it over, which was very detailed.

Qiu Xiaoxiao looked at it without saying a word.

After a long time...

Her brows furrowed suddenly, and she returned her mobile phone to the middle-aged man: "From now on, I will order all the disciples to communicate offline and avoid communication equipment." ”

"And maintain a one-to-one, one-line contact model."

Qiu Xiaoxiao's expression was a little solemn: "This matter must be done well, I have a divine pill given by God himself here, and I am not willing to eat it yet..."

With a touch of distress on his face, he finally sighed helplessly: "The reward is for you, it's been more difficult recently." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the small and clear pill in Qiu Xiaoxiao's palm, he couldn't suppress his greed anymore, his breathing became heavy, and he took the pill.

"Shenmaru is a tonic for raising the realm."

"You're cheap."

Qiu Xiaoxiao got up slowly, her fingers sliding over her middle-aged cheek.

The tender touch made the middle-aged man's heart ripple, a little distracted, swallowed his saliva, and wanted to grab Qiu Xiaoxiao's hand.

"Get down to business first."

"Eat it."

Qiu Xiaoxiao withdrew her finger a little shyly and said with a chuckle.

Watch the middle-aged eat it with your own eyes.

"Go ahead, let me know first."

"For future contact methods, let's use Plan 3."

"The password is a poem on the third page of the Mexican Daily every Thursday."

Qiu Xiaoxiao returned to the bed and fell down a little lazily, highlighting his curves perfectly.

The middle-aged man looked a little lingering and nodded vigorously.

Only then did he leave in a hurry with great reluctance.

"It's a pity, it's a good cannon fodder."

Looking at the middle-aged back, Qiu Xiaoxiao's eyes gradually became cold, he quickly got up, opened the drawer, picked up two documents, put them in his backpack, and carefully cleaned the room.

"Ink Pavilion..."

"Soul Hunting Group?"

"There must be an explanation for this matter."

Standing at the door, Qiu Xiaoxiao muttered and turned to leave.

Walk to the location near the city gate, carve a strange symbol on one of the walls, and then disappear into the sea of people.

Missing.

……

Ink City.

In a modest rental room, the curtains were drawn, and the room was a little dark.

The walls are covered with paper.

In the text on the paper, all the focus revolves around a name.

'Chu Yu'

Including her place of birth, childhood experiences, and the impressions and perceptions of her character in the small talk of neighbors.

A little funny thing I posted when I was in school.

Provincial exam video.

Interviews with the year I joined the Ink Academy, and a series of other things.

Very detailed.

At this time, Zongren looked very tired, and the image of a down-and-out middle-aged man was a little distracted when he looked at the information on the wall.

"Soul Hunting, Soul Hunting..."

"Hunting... What the hell..."

"Why has her awakening never been revealed, but it has not been revealed, how can she add the Ink Academy."

With a murmur, he stared at the wall.

Check for clues.

"Alas, if people keep hiding in the Ink Academy and don't come out..."

"I can't pretend to be a freshman next year."

"I don't have enough talent..."

As he spoke, Zong Ren was a little irritable.

"Applying for a cleaner, a cook, a gardener..."

"Why has the Ink Academy never issued such a recruitment posting?"

"Let's take it one step at a time."

With a long sigh, Zong Ren was a little tired.

After all, he missed the closest he could have been to victory.

If you want to succeed again... It's too hard.

"You have to find a way, you have to get in first."

In the whisper, Zong Ren skillfully typed a URL on the computer, and opened it, which was a very ordinary-looking forum.

The things that everyone discussed at the forum were also very inexplicable.

Even a lot of the text doesn't make sense.

But soon, Zongren's expression changed.

"!"

"It's so poisonous!"

Cursing, Zong Ren did not hesitate to turn off the phone, disconnected the network, and even after thinking for a while, he directly smashed the computer.

"Is the Cult all a bunch of rubbish?"

"This is obviously a problem on the Internet, and the response is so slow!"

"Stupid!"

"Don't be so special, Lao Tzu grabbed Chu Yu, and the Divine Sect is gone."

"Then my hard work will be wasted."

Zong Ren scolded and scolded, his movements were surprisingly consistent with Qiu Xiaoxiao, tidying up the room, tidying up, and leaving decisively.

Not a second longer.

However, just about ten minutes after leaving, a second-year student from the Ink Academy broke into the door, looked at the empty room, and left with some regret.

Earn fewer points.

Mo Ge's actions were swift, and the cult was caught off guard.

But again, the cult's top brass responded quickly.

The person in charge of each region quickly identified the problem and began to continuously arrange for people to move from online to offline.

Among them, those who are specifically responsible for communication are all killed.

Completely cut off contact and evacuate quickly.

But even so, the price to be paid is severe.

The effect of a sharp blow in just one day was even more terrifying than that in Jiangcheng.

Because this is a directional attack of the nature of the whole human race.

After World War I, it is unrealistic for the cult to organize any major actions within the human race in the next two years.

Maybe with the funding of the Demon Domain, it can develop faster, but now that the Demon Domain has its own plan and arrangement, the possibility of supporting the cult is not too great.

The rest will have to wait for the interrogation room to be sealed layer by layer, and the imprisoned black angel will open his mouth to say something ruthless.

This kind of guy, as long as he digs deep and catches out a few more gods, the cult will be self-defeating from the inside.

The situation is very good.

The only thing that has given Mo Ge a headache recently is that the three unidentified guys who are suspected of being half-demons since the Freshman Contest have lost their whereabouts again.

During this period, Luo Yu also dug up, but there was no gain.

The entire sweep of the cult lasted for three days, and the interrogation rooms in the dark cabinets of various cities were all filled with people.

For a while, the dark pavilion fell into a busy work.

The head of the Dark Pavilion got out of the ghost gate, returned to Mocheng in person, and began to torture... Interrogation of the Black Angels.

For two whole days, the dilapidated interrogation room was full of wailing, and it was creepy just to listen to.

It wasn't until the early morning of the third day that the head of the Dark Pavilion, a somewhat thin and expressionless old man, with his hands still stained with blood, walked out of the interrogation room.

Rush back to the ghost gate to guard the town.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to look at Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan, and their somewhat cold faces gradually distorted.

Huddled together in the dim light...

There was an unfathomable...

"Huh"