Look at the messages on your phone.

As a smart person, Ying Sihong understood a lot of information instantly.

Not only does my daughter not have to worry about being implicated, my brother is also saved.

Although the other party said that he was seeking happiness for himself, he also revealed from another aspect that there might be a way to find Wu Di.

Since I can help Qiu Yue, I naturally have a way to help Sibo.

I just didn't expect that the little guy who had just awakened after not seeing him for a long time would have so much energy?

It seems that the original two million was not wasted...

The quick-thinking Ying Sihong's complexion instantly improved a lot, and he looked at Ying Qiuyue thoughtfully.

"Qiu Yue, have you been in contact with Wu Di recently?"

Ying Qiuyue was still worried about Ying Sibo, so naturally she didn't notice her father's eyes.

"No, after Lingxu came out, there was no contact..."

Ying Sihong looked like this, he knew his daughter quite well.

"Young people, please move around more if you have nothing to do..."

"That boy helped you solve a big problem this time. I have to think about how to thank him..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was confused. They didn't know why Ying Sibo, who was looking sad just now, suddenly became so talkative...

the other side.

After a busy day, Wu Di felt relieved when he looked at the brand-new room.

“It’s great to have money!”

Just as he was getting ready to sleep, a call came from Mo Tao on his cell phone.

"Hey, Brother Tao..."

"You guys are going to rebel! No matter how big or small you are! Call me captain!"

"Okay, Brother Tao, what's going on tonight?"

"Little bastard! Tomorrow morning, you and Xiaoyun will go to Winner to deal with Ying Sibo's matter. It's about the cult, and Long Ying still needs to come forward."

Upon hearing this, Wu Di sat up directly, never expecting that Mo Tao would ask him to coordinate on such an important matter.

"It's not okay, you're not afraid of me covering up..."

Before Wu Di could resist, an impatient voice sounded from Mo Tao's side.

"I believe you. Winning Sibo can be big or small. You have to control it yourself. Don't give up!"

After hanging up the phone, Wu Di felt that his brain was a little exhausted for a moment.

It's about a cult, why are you so careless all of a sudden?

Let yourself handle it. Isn’t this just making money?

In the final analysis, Yingsibo has had contact with a cult without knowing it...

After thinking for a moment, Wu Di finally understood the meaning.

"Brother Tao still understands me, Jie Jie Jie..."

Sioux City Spiritual Army Headquarters.

At this time, Mo Tao was sitting in an office, casually inserting the cigarette butt in his hand into an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

Several documents with special markings are placed on the table.

The document contained an investigation report on the Sioux City Blood Killing Organization, as well as some important figures who had contact with it.

Among them was Ying Sibo's information, but it was clearly marked and had nothing to do with bloodshed.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Tao thought of letting Wu Di go.

Don’t let the rich water go to outsiders!

As for the text messages Ying Sihong received before, of course they were also sent by him.

Wu Di didn't hesitate to fight for that little girl, so he didn't mind pushing the situation and letting the winner owe him this favor.

But after reading the rest of the documents, Mo Tao's expression turned cold.

"Hmph, Xue Sha, you underestimate me, Long Ying. You think you can confuse me by showing Huang Quan, who is full of loopholes?"

After speaking, he took out his communicator and dialed a number.

"Xiao Lang, if nothing unexpected happens, Blood Kill will take action tonight, please deal with it cleanly!"

"Right, let's go back alive and tell them that Long Ying took action!"

Soon, an answer came from the other side, accompanied by the whistling wind.

"Brother, it's not a big deal, I'm right outside Wu Xiaozi's apartment right now!"

Outside Wu Di's apartment.

On top of a telephone pole, a dark shadow was hiding behind the light.

He was holding the communicator and watching several figures sneaking closer.

A few people didn't realize at all that their every move was being watched carefully by the black shadow above them.

"Deacon, why do I feel like I'm being targeted? How about we catch that kid again tomorrow?"

One of the less courageous subordinates among the few people said tremblingly.

These words immediately aroused the consensus of other boys and they all agreed.

The deacon wearing a black cloak at the head waved his hand to signal a few people to stop, and then his sinister eyes locked onto the person who spoke first.

"As a blood killer, if you are timid before fighting, you will die!"

I don't know what kind of supernatural power was used, but the person who spoke at the beginning immediately grabbed his neck with both hands.

He looked at the deacon in front of him in disbelief. The fear caused by suffocation made his face distorted. He tried desperately to say something, but it was too late.

Finally, he fell to the ground and struggled for a moment, then died...

The miserable death situation made the few remaining people dare not even express their anger and could only follow him respectfully.

"As expected of a cult, it's really clean and neat to kill one of your own people."

A sudden voice sounded, but the speaker was nowhere to be seen.

The blood-killing deacon did not panic, but first asked the men around him to disperse, and then said pitifully.

"Hehehe...pretend to be a ghost..."

But the person who spoke before did not reply, and then the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was heard.

In the blink of an eye, the smell of blood filled the air, and several of his men fell to the ground without even screaming.

Except for one who was dying, the others were all hit in vital points and could be killed with one hit!

Looking at everything in front of him, the deacon remained calm and calmly stared at the black shadow in the corner.

"You are from Longying, right? It seems that Huang Quan didn't confuse you..."

Seeing that his disguise was seen through, Mo Lang stopped pretending and slowly walked out of the darkness, the dagger in his hand still dripping with red blood.

His appearance is roughly similar to that of Mo Tao, but he looks younger.

"I know you won't run away?"

Seeing the other party's calm look, Mo Lang was a little unsure for a moment. The other party just made a simple move, but it made him feel great pressure.

"Run? Why should I run? If I guess correctly, you are the only one!"

"Jiejiejie...let me think about it, how many dragon shadows will you die by my hands?"

Hearing this, Mo Lang's face turned cold. He didn't dare to be careless and quickly activated his superpower!

Understand that this man in black robe is definitely not a simple blood-killing member. He has the strength to kill Longying, which is at least diamond level!

But just as he was about to melt into the darkness, his movements stalled!

The superpower that was running smoothly just now suddenly became chaotic, and even the most basic concealment couldn't be done!

"confusion!"

The deacon didn't make any move, he just opened his mouth teasingly, and Mo Lang's use of his superpower was met with backlash.

"Pfft~"

Mo Lang spit out a large mouthful of blood and looked at the man in black robe in front of him in disbelief.

"Damn it! You are the blood-killing bishop! The spirit speaker!"

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