"Master, please drive faster."

Sitting in the taxi, Bai Ling put down his phone and said this to the driver in front.

It was not until this time that he realized again the importance of buying a car.

Although Bai Ling seemed to be chatting and laughing with the two people in the abandoned building on the phone, he was actually a little wary at that time.

During the time that Ding Yan entered the abandoned building, Bai Ling listened to him the whole time.

Therefore, when Bai Ling heard Brother Chen's unique and classic speech, he judged without hesitation that the other party's true identity should be a member of the "Nine Heads".

This is a very troublesome organization.

Bai Ling clearly remembered that relevant information about the "Nine Poems" had been recorded in his diary.

[The birth of "Nine Heads" originated from nine alien species. One of these guys had a similar ability to "hypnosis" and manipulated some wealthy businessmen to establish such an organization]

[In the Nine Heads Organization, the nine founders are the "Honored Gods". These nine Honored Gods are all alien species without exception. The strongest among them is the "Red Lotus" who has been killed. His strength is at the "Disaster" level. In his prime, he was a monster that could compete with the "Witch" and "Ten Thousand Armies".]

[However, although the "Red Lotus" was lost, it does not mean that the Nine Heads disappeared from history. The Nine Heads have a secret that will never be revealed to others, and this secret seems to be related to the root of their existence. ]

【And the key to their secret lies in their "Snake God Festival." 】

Recalling the contents of the diary, Bai Ling supported his cheek with his hand and looked out the window silently.

"The diary has also analyzed the nine gods of Jiushou accordingly," he thought to himself, "In the future, this will not be a secret."

However, there was no conclusive explanation in the diary regarding the secret that touched their core.

In fact, even in the future, this secret was not completely revealed.

As for the reason, it was because three years later, at the future limit that the original world could see, the Nine Heads still existed.

Even after losing its strongest member "Red Lotus", the Nine Heads was still not completely defeated. Instead, it steadily advanced and gradually grew to a point that made people despair.

In the future, there will be a large number of humans in the Nine Heads. They are protected and kept as captive poultry by alien species. It can be said that although their safety is guaranteed, they have become toys of alien species. Many alien species that play with them more fancy even use those humans to do some disgusting things...

Although still alive, it is nothing more than impending death.

So compared to other people, even the witches, the nine were the most disgusting enemies. Even Starscream was more upright than those eight bastards - although they were all birds of a feather, at least Starscream's interests were not perverted.

Bai Ling felt physically uncomfortable just thinking about such a group of monsters.

"No matter what, it's still too dangerous to let Ding Yan deal with Jiushou's group of guys alone."

Bai Ling thought thoughtfully: "Those guys are a bunch of lunatics. If things go wrong, Ding Yan might get hurt."

Bai Ling had no intention of letting Ming Zhou's people get hurt by the scum of Jiu Shou.

It is better to sort out the garbage that is not burnable even in a stove and throw it into a septic tank to ferment as biogas raw materials.

Amid such dark speculation, the taxi finally arrived at its destination.

After paying the fare, Bai Ling opened the car door and looked at the abandoned building from a distance.

After pondering for a moment, he walked into the building and his consciousness gradually sank.

However, the next second, he suddenly returned to the real world, and his expression suddenly changed! "Huh?!"

Bai Ling's face remained expressionless, but his eyes were looking at an open space outside the building in horror.

Just now, after watching the future, he clearly saw Ding Yan with a broken arm, blood oozing from the crack, half-kneeling on the ground covered in dust! Right in front of him, a muscular man with horns protruding like spikes, tumors all over his body, and scales like a rhinoceros, standing in the open space and looking at him.

Recalling the man in his memory, Bai Ling instantly found the corresponding person in the diary.

"One of the nine-headed gods, 'Blue Sky'!"

Bai Ling did not hesitate and headed into the building.

"That guy actually showed up here?! Could it be that the kidnapper is actually someone in a high position of power in Jiushou? It is said that some people in that organization are called 'God's Messengers', so that guy is also a God's Messenger?!"

No, wait a minute.

As if he had thought of something, Bai Ling's expression suddenly turned much uglier.

Recalling the news that Sun Yuanrang was employed by Yunshang Book House, and the kidnappers chose this time to kidnap Sun Yuanrang's girlfriend...

"Is this a trap?" Bai Ling's eyes flickered with thoughts as he muttered to himself, "A trap for the Countermeasures Bureau?"

Because it is a trap, Lan Kong appears.

However, unfortunately, Ding Yan appeared earlier than the people from the Countermeasures Bureau!

This also resulted in the trap that was supposed to be prepared for the Countermeasures Bureau being directly used by Ding Yan.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling's heart skipped a beat.

It’s hard to say about others, but if Ding Yan fell into this trap, Lan Kong would probably deal with him seriously.

Because... he was carrying the remains of "Red Lotus" on his body.

And Honglian and Lankong, they are a couple!!

Although both are males.

But they are indeed a couple!

The remnants of your loved one may even be called upon and absorbed by other people and used against you.

Looking at what is happening in front of him, Lan Kong is really likely to get furious!

Thinking of this, Bai Ling did not hesitate to sink his consciousness into the ring on his right hand.

However, the next second, he seemed to suddenly remember something and his hand movements paused slightly.

No, you can't just go in like this.

If we just enter it so easily and Lan Kong sees us, there may be unexpected consequences.

He must attract Lan Kong's attention enough so that he can't focus on Ding Yan for the time being.

Although the trap that Lan Kong set for others was used on his own people, Bai Ling might be able to take advantage of this opportunity.

Thinking of this, his fingers trembled slightly.

A faint light flashed, and the surging waves rushed into the black ring with a huge force, directly causing the "Nameless Mist" to release a strong mist!

Controlling the mist with his consciousness, Bai Ling pressed his hand down slightly.

The next moment, as if in response to Bai Ling's action, the huge heavy iron door in front of him was broken into two sections by some invisible sharp blade at the moment his hand fell! A crack appeared on the iron door.

A few seconds later, the iron door seemed to be "moved" down, slowly sliding to the ground, making a deafening sound!

The sunlight burst into the building, illuminating most of the first floor.

Grayish-white mist spread from outside the door, as if the night was coming to an end and the morning light was shining, filling the entire corridor, so hazy that it was difficult to see clearly.

In a very short time, the grayish-white mist had diffused throughout the air, rendering the entire space somewhat moist.

The fog quietly spread, rendering the entire abandoned building hazy with a gray tint.

The sunlight shines on the fog, and the light refracted by the Tyndall effect is bright and vivid.

Within a few breaths, the abandoned building was filled with heavy fog, like colorful glass.

Looking at the scene in front of me.

Lan Kong's expression was slightly stunned.

Soon, within the border where the fog was spreading wildly and expanding infinitely.

The sound of boots hitting the ground could be clearly heard.

"Click", "Click", the sound of the boots was neither hurried nor slow, and each step was planned extremely precisely.

The mist was stirred and separated to flow to both sides, as if some invisible hand was turning it to make a path to welcome someone.

In the surging darkness.

Someone was coming through the mist.