"Military mercenaries have two costs. First, they can only manipulate dead people. Second, during the manipulation of puppets, the main body cannot speak or act.

This price is a bit heavy, what is this, carry yourself? If the puppet is replaced by a girl, I suddenly have a lot of tricks, no, I can't think about it anymore... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head, and drove the bold thoughts out of his mind.

The three returned to the commercial vehicle, and found the hiding place of Injustice according to the pictures Zhang Yuanqing saw in his memory.

It is located at the junction of Kangyang District and Fenghui District, a semi-new apartment that is not old.

The night was dark, the street lights cast a lonely light, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the wind. Except for a few 24-hour convenience stores that were still open, all other shops were closed.

The white commercial vehicle was parked outside the apartment. Zhang Yuanqing opened the door and got off, bewitching the doorman.

The injustice of heaven carried his body behind his back, followed Zhang Yuanqing, and entered the apartment.

Zhang Yuanqing led the way. According to himself, he came to the third floor and stopped at the door of Room 302.

Fu Qingyang manipulated the injustice of heaven, took out the key, and opened the door.

Entering the house, Zhang Yuanqing glanced around in the dark. This apartment has two bedrooms and one living room, with a total area of about 70 square meters.

The furnishings are simple, the dining table is covered with dustproof cloth, the kitchen utensils have not been used for a long time, and they lack the atmosphere of life.

Thinking about the injustice of heaven, they just regard this place as a temporary foothold.

"The thing that contacts Heiwuchang is in the bedroom." Zhang Yuanqing walked ahead and pushed open the bedroom door.

As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a strange smell that seemed to be absent. Immediately afterwards, he became dizzy, his lungs felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't help coughing.

Fu Qingyang manipulated the injustice of heaven, and said lightly: "The bedroom is filled with poisonous gas, you tell me where the contact props are, and then take my body out."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded, took a few steps back, and said:

"In the closet..."

The injustice of heaven nodded, handed the body to Zhang Yuanqing, and went into the bedroom by himself.

"Bang!" The door closed.

Zhang Yuanqing, with Fu Qingyang behind his back, exited the apartment and waited in the silent corridor.

In the bedroom, Heaven's Injustice simply wiped the blood off his body, opened the door of the wooden wardrobe, and found a bronze bowl.

The hand is heavy, the body of the bowl is engraved with poisonous substances such as snakes, insects and centipedes, and a slightly pungent smell wafts from the mouth of the bowl.

The injustice of heaven took the bowl, came to the table, cut his wrist, and let the blood flow into the bowl.

According to the information obtained by Zhang Yuanqing Wenling, this bowl does not need other operations, just enough blood is given.

The blood quickly pooled and covered the bottom of the bowl, covering a small half of the bowl.

In a short time, the blood in the bowl was boiling, and a mist of blood rose up, condensing into a blurred human face, and made a sharp voice:

"how?"

The injustice of heaven lowered his head, bowed and said: "Boss, Yuanshi Tianzun is dead, and Dark Night Rose has proved his sincerity to us."

The blood mist floated, and there was a bit of a smile in the sharp voice:

"Very good, I will let the young woman be in charge of the subsequent handover. I plan to meet with the people from Dark Night Rose in two days. When you are introduced, you come to the old place." Pin

The injustice of heaven bowed and said, "Yes!"

At this time, the figure formed by the blood mist asked:

"What's your response to the Young Soldier King, Dark Night Rose?"

The injustice of heaven froze slightly.

In the corridor, Zhang Yuanqing weighed all the way, finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice:

"Centurion, my subordinates have something to report"

Fu Qingyang stood still, like a sculpture.

Knowing that he could not respond, Zhang Yuanqing said to himself:

"Dark Night Rose is looking for a person named 'Young Soldier King'. Hei Wuchang knows this person's identity information, so Pang Wudi asked the injustice of heaven. But Hei Wuchang doesn't know the purpose of Dark Night Rose looking for this person."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath: "Because this has nothing to do with the business, so I didn't report it just now, but considering that Hei Wuchang has a certain interest in this matter, I think it's better to let you know."

What he said was a compromise to the status quo after careful consideration. Hei Wuchang might not ask about Brother Bing, but according to the memory of the injustice of heaven, there is a high probability that he will ask.

If he continued to conceal it, not only would the results of the search be wasted, but he would also completely lose Fu Qingyang's trust.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing made a compromise, only confessing part of the information, and then avoiding the most important information, covering up the most critical information.

He knew that Fu Qingyang would definitely be able to detect the clues, and it was impossible for a scout in the Saint Realm to be fooled.

But this is the price that must be paid, suspicion and complete loss of trust, naturally choose the former.

In the bedroom, Heaven's Injustice froze slightly, and a deep voice responded:

"no reply!"

After finishing speaking, he sneered: "Night Rose is looking for this person, and there seems to be a deeper purpose hidden behind it, so how could she tell us?"

His voice, his micro-expression, cannot be said to be exactly the same as the real "Injustice of Heaven", at least very consistent, there is no abnormality.

Although Fu Qingyang's understanding of "the injustice of heaven" is limited to a brief contact, and Zhang Yuanqing's question

The description of the spirit time, but for high-level scouts, this information is enough.

The face of the blood mist floated on the mouth of the bowl, and said lightly:

"It's okay, this matter is not important. You should lurk well these two days and don't go out again. Come to see me at the old place at twelve o'clock the night after tomorrow."

After speaking, the blood in the bowl stopped boiling, and the blood mist dissipated.

In the corridor, Fu Qingyang, who looked like a wood carving, moved his brows and eyes slightly, regaining his spirit.

He glanced at Zhang Yuanqing beside him, relayed the conversation in the bedroom, and continued:

"Think about it, is there any place that has left a deep impression on the injustice of heaven? It may be a certain stronghold of Hei Wuchang, or it may be a place they often go to, within the range of Songhai."

Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes and thought for a moment in the area of Songhai, and said slowly:

"Jiusan Youth City, Room 1802, Building 2

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