Trafford’s Trading Club

In the club.

Luo Qiu didn't look at Black Soul No. 9's reaction at this time. Instead, he stood up, walked inside, and said: "No. 9, come with me first."

Hearing what the boss said, Black Soul No. 9 was somewhat confused. But despite his doubts, he followed the boss very respectfully.

The maid didn't follow him, she just went about her work as usual... and she stayed obediently indifferent.

But before Black Soul No. 9 left the lobby, he felt a rather fiery gaze... coming from a guy who was hung up in the corner of the lobby.

The reason why Black Soul No. 9 paid attention to this guy who was hung up was simply because, strictly speaking, this guy was brought up by him.

Taiyinzi kept blinking at the Black Soul Messenger, the first boss he had ever seen and followed, as if to say: Lord No. 9, please be sure to say a few nice words in front of the master. put me down...

However, Black Soul Number Nine... Number Nine turned around indifferently, as if he hadn't seen it.

Black Soul No. 9 did not dare to stay too long, and then accelerated his pace and followed closely behind the boss. However, he didn't dare to overstep or fall too far behind, and he took every step with extreme precision.

The location is on the ground floor of the club.

Nestled deep in this room filled with many storage cabinets is the boss's exclusive desk.

Luo Qiu sat down, reached out and pushed it gently, and the other stool in front of him slowly moved away, "Sit down."

"My subordinates dare not."

Luo Qiu said: "Are you afraid or unwilling?"

Black Soul No. 9 was startled, wondering what the new master meant by his words. But he can never figure out the boss's thoughts, whether it is the current or former boss.

"Then, this subordinate has overstepped his bounds." Black Soul No. 9 calmly handled the boss's invitation, nodded and sat down directly.

Luo Qiu opened the desk drawer at this time, took out an envelope from it, and pushed it towards Black Soul No. 9, "Take this, there is something in it... I think you can help me collect some information about it. "

Black Soul No. 9 was startled and picked up the envelope with both hands.

Naturally, there are many things he doesn't understand... Theoretically, there is nothing the club's owner can't gain. Even if the new owner's wealth is not completely enriched, it is not something that the Black Soul Messenger can guess.

Is there anything that requires special use of the Black Soul Messenger to find?

"Well..." Luo Qiu thought for a while and said: "Since I took over the club, including Taiyinzi, who I personally transformed, I have seen a total of three black soul envoys. The rest of the black soul envoys are still on vacation. But I don’t plan to wake them up yet. In addition, I have also seen No. 18."

Black Soul No. 9 did not dare to say anything.

"I feel that you are more suitable." Luo Qiu smiled and said: "I am not sure whether it will be easy to find what I asked you to find. Maybe it will be easy for you to meet, but it may also be difficult. However, As a reward, I will agree to your previous request."

Black Soul No. 9 could not keep calm, but nodded heavily, "Master, please rest assured, my subordinates will do their best."

"I like your attitude." Luo Qiu nodded, "Go ahead and open the envelope only after you leave this city. You will know what to do next."

Black Soul No. 9 is a very pragmatic type. He didn't say anything extra. He nodded and stood up, transforming into a ball of black mist.

But when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

"Is there anything else?" Luo Qiu asked curiously.

I only heard the black smoke of Black Soul No. 9 pause for some time before saying softly: "Master, the power given to you by the club can be used if you can. You have many Black Soul envoys under you, as well as Miss Youye, we all I can be your arms.”

Luo Qiu quietly looked at the ever-changing black mist...it kept changing, as if it was revealing the inner turmoil of Black Soul No. 9 at the moment.

"I will."

Luo Qiu finally responded softly.

"Then, my subordinate will go now."

The black mist left the negative level and walked out of this door without stopping.

Luo Qiu did not leave the warehouse immediately, and was thinking alone. He suddenly thought that although Black Soul No. 9 had the ninth-ranked number, he was actually the last Black Soul Messenger transformed by his former boss.

…

Along the way, Black Soul No. 9 did not stop and headed directly towards the edge of the city. He just took a look when passing by a large house... and glanced at an old woman sitting quietly in a rocking chair in the courtyard of the big house, covered with a wool blanket, and quietly reading a book.

Finally, he came to the edge of the city. Black Soul No. 9 opened the envelope in his hand and saw what was inside: a map.

The map is the most common kind, the map of China that can be bought on the road.

Black Soul No. 9 frowned, and after careful study, he found that there was a small red dot marked on the map.

place name.

"Jinggang...shan?"

…

…

The professor's name is Trevor, an Australian from across the ocean.

Wang Yuechuan saw Professor Trevor at the airport... He was wearing a pair of round glasses and was a bit bald. Not only among Westerners, but also among Easterners, Professor Trevor was relatively short. figure.

He was carrying a simple leather suitcase and the suit he was wearing seemed to be one size too big for his body. He looked a little funny overall, but he was the person who could answer Wang Yuechuan's questions.

"Hello, Professor Trevor, I am Wang Yuechuan."

"Hello, Mr. Wang Yuechuan." Professor Trevor nodded, "No need to say any polite words, I can't wait to see the ancient book you are talking about."

This old professor is probably someone who has been passionate about his own scientific research all his life.

Wang Yuechuan just got in touch with him according to the method given by his friend. After briefly talking about the ancient book in hand, the professor flew over directly from Japan... It seemed that he had directly stopped his work. Exchange activities in Japan.

"Professor Trevor, please follow me."

Wang Yuechuan is also a person who pursues efficiency in doing things. He hit it off with the old professor and immediately left the airport with him.

Of course, the place he was going to was definitely not the police station, but the apartment where Wang Yuechuan temporarily rented here.

"Professor, are you okay?"

In the car, Wang Yuechuan frowned and asked when he saw Professor Trevor sweating profusely on his forehead.

Professor Trevor shook his head and said: "It's nothing. It's probably because he hasn't adapted to the climate in China and Japan. I checked the weather forecast here when I came here, but it didn't seem to be very accurate."

Wang Yuechuan didn't pay attention and said casually: "The recent weather is a bit abnormal."

Just as he spoke, he heard a crack of thunder on a sunny day. Wang Yuechuan lowered his head subconsciously and looked at the distant sky through the windshield, "It seems there is another storm."

…

…

A certain pet hospital, which is not well-known in the circle of human society, but has a huge reputation in other circles, closed its doors early today as usual.

But another door also opened early.

With a wife and children, the rat demon uncle was obviously born to adapt to sewers but often ate the wrong things. He was frightened by the scene inside the pet hospital just after he entered the door.

The rat demon uncle patted the clothes on his shoulders. The road here was very wet due to a sudden heavy rain. "Little Butterfly, what are you doing here today? Why are there so many doctors?"

is not that right?

This place is full of... demons inside and outside. Moreover, each of these monsters sat paralyzed as if they were helpless, as if they had been ravaged thousands of times.

The busy little butterfly demon trotted over here, smoothed his hair that was slightly wet with sweat, blinked his eyes and said: "Uncle Mouse Demon, don't you know?"

"What do you know?"

Xiaodie Yao said: "We have started an event here since yesterday to give everyone free physical examinations."

"Free?" The rat demon uncle obviously just noticed the word "free" and said with a look of disbelief: "Master Long actually does things for free? Oh my god!"

Luo Pianqing smiled awkwardly and said: "It's not Sister Long, it's Sister Zijun who said it. She said she wanted to make some contribution to the demon world, so she will do a physical examination for everyone!"

"Zijun?" The rat demon uncle was stunned, and then asked doubtfully: "Is this the one that Master Long often said lives and eats here for free? Does she know medical skills? Is that okay?"

"That should be possible, right?" Luo Pianying thought for a while and looked back subconsciously.

Through the glass of the medical room, one could see Su Zijun wearing a completely ill-fitting white coat and familiarly tinkering with the tools in the medical room. It was obvious that she had taken Long Xiruo's clothes directly.

"Should?" The rat demon uncle looked suspicious, but the rat demon looked at the demons in the city that were almost crowded here, and after thinking about it, he suddenly said: "What, can I also do a check-up? "

"Okay! Sister Zijun said that as long as it's a demon, it's okay."

"Oh~"

The rat demon uncle suddenly narrowed his eyes, rubbed his hands and said, "Master Long is famous for being stingy, and he has never offered free examinations! It seems that it's good that she's not around recently! Come on, come on , what to check first!”

Little Butterfly thought for a moment and said, "Oh! Draw blood first!"

"Blood test... OK, no problem."

The rat demon uncle nodded, but his face changed slightly immediately, and he said in a trembling voice: "Then...why is the syringe for drawing blood so big?"

"Sister Zijun said that the more you draw, the more clear the test will be." Luo Pian Ting thought for a while and said.

Rat demon... Uncle Rat Demon sighed secretly. He felt that he probably knew what the free physical examination was about, and what was going on with the other monsters here who looked like they were hopeless after being raped.

This little butterfly is really the type that will help you count the money when you sell it. (To be continued.)