The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

After a while, there was no other sound in the huge basement except for the crawling sounds of various poisonous insects.

Several Gu insects placed on the desk also became dying with the death of their owner, almost dead.

Yan Qiao glanced at it lightly and felt the familiar aura in it, which was the same aura as the Gu worm in Mr. Song's body.

She took out the Gu alone and used her spiritual power to maintain its vitality to prevent the death of the mother Gu from causing the child Gu to multiply rapidly and rob the vitality in Mr. Song's body.

After doing all this, Yan Qiao's eyes fell on the shelf nearby.

There was a steady stream of demonic energy surging out from there. Within a few minutes of the death of the people in the room, a large amount of demonic energy gathered towards them.

Threads are constantly drilling into the body from the mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Yan Qiao raised his hand and waved, and the powerful spiritual power instantly blocked the demonic energy that tried to enter the corpse.

She stepped forward and found that the source of the evil energy was actually a pitch-black bone.

Under the dim light, a pattern appeared faintly on the dark bones.

Looking at the lines on it, Yan Qiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Only the demon bones of the authentic demon clan would have this kind of demon pattern.

Demons, she had only learned about such creatures from ancient books.

But without exception, all mentions of the Demon Clan are made with disgrace. Wherever the Demon Clan appears, it will be a disaster!

Yan Qiao sighed slightly, turned over his hand and took out a jade box, put the demon bone into it and sealed it.

When she left the basement, she raised her hand and fired a burst of spiritual energy, and the huge spiritual energy fell on the wires.

As the explosion sounded, a cluster of sparks instantly ignited the place.

All this happened in just a few breaths of time.

Yan Qiao stood in mid-air, lowering his eyes to look at the burning villa below.

The flames instantly enveloped the villa, along with the escaping demonic energy.

Yan Qiao stood there and watched until the people in the villa next door noticed what was going on here. She didn't leave quietly until the fire truck's rescue call sounded.

Two hours later, Yan Qiao and Song Shiyan got on the plane flying back to Nancheng.

As soon as they landed, it was already past seven o'clock the next morning.

At this time, the morning news in Baicheng was broadcasting about the sudden fire in the Yan family villa.

"According to reports from on-site personnel, no one survived in the Yan family villa, and the police only found a few corpses in a suspected basement, some of which died in extremely tragic circumstances."

Hearing the name of the Yan family, Song Shiyan quickly turned to look at Yan Qiao.

"what happened?"

Facing his gaze, Yan Qiao's eyes remained pale.

"Things about the Yan family"

Yan Qiao shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Hearing this, Song Shiyan closed his mouth and said nothing more. He just closed his eyes and rested his mind while waiting for the car to drive to the hospital.

After Yan Qiao helped Mr. Song get rid of the poisonous insects in his body, it was already afternoon.

After saying goodbye to Song Shiyan and the other two, Yan Qiao went to a private restaurant based on the location on his mobile phone.

The quaint decoration seems to be of high quality.

Seeing Yan Qiao enter the door, a girl wearing a light-colored ancient cheongsam quickly came forward and asked: "Miss, do you have an appointment?"

Yan Qiao said in a cold voice: "Yes, room 302."

"It's Mr. Wan, right?"

Hearing this, the girl operated on the computer at the front desk and asked softly.

After getting Yan Qiao's nod, the smile on his face became brighter: "Miss, please come over here."

Following the cheongsam girl into the private room, Wan En and Jiya were already waiting inside. "boss."

Seeing Yan Qiao come in, the two of them stood up one after another. They didn't sit down until she sat down.

As a capable subordinate, they will definitely do their job perfectly.

Yan Qiao thought that he had not asked about the company's affairs for more than half a month, so he took the lead and asked: "How is the company recently?"

"The overall situation of the company is good. Shengming Group seems to be suppressing us a lot recently."

"what happened?"

"We were originally competing for a piece of land in the east, which was almost settled, but today we were suddenly informed that it had been taken over by Shengming Group," Jiya added.

"Well, let's see what they do next. Our cooperation with the Si family is the most important thing."

"Understood." The two nodded.

"However, as for the Si family, you should be careful when dealing with Si Qingyu. His motives are not pure."

Impure purpose?

Hearing this, Jiya blinked and focused her gaze on Yan Qiao's increasingly beautiful face.

She kept scorning her in her heart, thinking that a toad wanted to eat swan meat, and no one with the appearance of their boss was worthy of it.

Feeling Jiya's gaze, Yan Qiao turned to look at her, frowning slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Hey, it's all right."

Jiya waved her hands quickly, but she couldn't let her boss know what she was thinking. It wouldn't be worthwhile if her money was deducted.

A few people chatted briefly, and Yan Qiao got to know the current situation of the company and had a good idea.

Finally, after dinner, Wan En continued to go back to the company to work, while Jiya was responsible for sending Yan Qiao back to the villa. By the way, he could also see how Aunt An was doing recently.

Seeing Jiya, Aunt An was so happy that she opened her mouth from ear to ear and quickly took her to the side to chat.

The moment Yan Qiao entered the villa, he felt the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from Lin Wanqing's room.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, not expecting that she would draw Qi into her body so quickly.

Although the spiritual roots were tested, Lin Wanqing's talent was pretty good, with both water and wood spiritual roots.

But the speed of drawing Qi into her body was still beyond her expectation. Even if she set up a spirit gathering array in the villa, the concentration of spiritual energy in it was only slightly better than outside.

Now that Lin Wanqing's cultivation had begun to get on the right track, Yan Qiao did not disturb her anymore and returned to her room.

The moment she returned to the room, she activated the formation she had set up, and then disappeared into the room.

It had been a long time since she had returned to the space. Apart from the addition of some things contaminated with demonic energy, there were no changes in the space.

Yan Qiao put the various demonic things she had obtained on the desk, and she observed them lightly.

Suddenly, I realized that all the demonic energy was going to the same place, as if it was affected by something.

Although the movements were somewhat hidden, they were not hidden from her eyes.

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes slightly and raised his hand to pick up something that looked like a god.

She found it last time when she helped Song Xinwei expel the soul from her body.

I saw demonic energy continuously gathering into the statue, as if something was restraining it.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

The spiritual shield around her instantly lit up, and she would not take it lightly even in her own space.

The statue overall looks very rough, like a toy made by a child.

Except for those eyes that are so smart that they don't look like they were carved.

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