Chapter 242: Visitors

"Yes, the incense of the Third Grade Enlightenment is considered a very precious incense for real masters and uncles." After saying this, Wang Zijia paused for a moment and added:

"And it's not just the smell of ghosts. The disciples used many methods to find that it was mixed with the fragrance of ghosts. This fragrance is extremely adhesive. Once contaminated, it will be difficult to remove for several years. And after it is specially made, it can only be removed after a few years. People who come into contact with it within a certain period of time will become infected.”

"Due to various strange properties, although this thing is also fragrant, few people use it to make ordinary incense. Most of them are used to make high-level spiritual tracking objects."

"Ghost silk?" Yan Qimeng frowned and sniffed gently at Wang Zijia's side. Then she hesitated for a moment, raised her hand and took out a strange paper figurine, shaking slightly as her magic power fluctuated.

The paper man disintegrated into a ball of spiritual light. When the spiritual light gathered, the shadow of a young woman in her thirties emerged.

Different from Yan Qimeng's aloofness, the young woman has an outstanding appearance, is very charming, and has an excellent figure. She is like a ripe peach, exuding the temptation of a mature woman.

If Yan Qimeng is the mountain ice, this woman is the summer red flower, as passionate as fire.

"We are a rare visitor. Master Qimeng actually took the initiative to contact me. Shouldn't I be honored?" After the young woman's shadow condensed, she looked at Yan Qimeng and said with a smile as her body swayed.

"Do you understand Ghost Lingsixiang?" Yan Qimeng frowned and asked straight to the point.

"Huh? Wait!" It was just a noun. The young woman was stunned for a moment, and immediately after leaving a sentence, the aura immediately dissipated.

Yan Qi dreamed of this and stopped talking. He turned around and went to the center of the room, the main reception area, and took out a tea set.

Wang Zijia, who was following behind him, immediately stepped forward and said: "Uncle, disciple, come on!"

"No!" Yan Qimeng refused calmly and began to make tea.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia honestly stepped back a little distance and waited silently in the room.

Originally, he thought he would have to wait at least a quarter of an hour or two, but in the end, within a few breaths, a bit of spiritual wind began to drift in the room, and a faint fragrance filled the room.

Then wisps of wind gathered in the room visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye they condensed into a charming young woman, who was the woman who just spoke.

After the other party appeared, Yan Qimeng just glanced at him and ignored him. He reached out and pushed a cup of tea to the seat opposite without saying a single unnecessary word.

"I've met senior!" Since he didn't know the other person, Wang Zijia could only greet him vaguely.

After the woman appeared, she looked directly at Wang Zijia, but did not respond to Wang Zijia. She looked around Wang Zijia.

"Tsk tsk, there are thousands of ghost soul threads mixed with ghost spirit threads. It's so hidden. With this kind of blood... little guy, your level of cultivation has made people put so much effort into it. You really deserve to be praised by this class. What about the reputation of the leader?" The young woman looked at Wang Zijia for a long time and said jokingly.

As she spoke, she moved her lotus steps lightly, swaying in the wind, and walked to the tea table with all kinds of charm. She sat opposite Yan Qimeng, looked at Yan Qimeng and said:

"You can, you can tell by all these methods. Even I can't find it without paying attention. What? I've recently become enlightened and like incense?"

"This kid discovered it on his own!" Yan Qimeng glanced at the young woman indifferently, pushed the teacup in front of her again, and said calmly.

"Discovered it by himself? Do you think he discovered it by himself? The person who made this incense has been completely wiped out by you!" The young woman obviously didn't believe it and rolled her eyes.

Yan Qimeng did not reply and glanced at Wang Zijia lightly.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia quickly repeated what he had just said.

After hearing this, the young woman looked at Wang Zijia, then at Yan Qimeng and said, "Is he telling the truth?"

Yan Qimeng drank tea and said nothing.

With a strange look on her face, the young woman looked Wang Zijia up and down again and said, "You feel like someone is trying to harm you just because of the slightest smell, and you really found out the clues... Little guy, how insecure are you? Also, I’m curious, who is so willing to spend money?”

At this time, paper figures suddenly flew back from outside the room. The paper figures disappeared after disappearing into Yan Qimeng's body. Then Yan Qimeng interjected: "It's not just him. Most of the people who went out to recruit disciples this time have fallen in love with this fragrance."

Apparently, at some point, she had cast a spell to confirm what Wang Zijia said. At this time, there is a definite result.

"Huh?" The young woman's expression suddenly froze, and then she looked at Yan Qimeng seriously and said, "Seriously?"

"Can I joke about this kind of thing?" Yan Qimeng said with cold eyes.

"Interesting!" the young woman said to herself.

"You can go down now. Don't worry about the rest. Just prepare for the departure." At this moment, Yan Qimeng suddenly said to Wang Zijia to see him off.

"Okay, uncle! Disciple understands." Wang Zijia saluted, turned around and left without hesitation.

"Don't talk about what happened today!"

After taking only two steps, Yan Qimeng's voice came from behind.

"Disciple understands the importance. It's just that I came here to visit several senior brothers in succession." Wang Zijia turned around and said.

"No problem!" Yan Qimeng said calmly.

"Okay, disciple, please leave!" Wang Zijia saluted again, turned and left.

After watching Wang Zijia leave, the young woman and Yan Qimeng looked at each other. After confirming their eyes, their bodies suddenly collapsed.

Yan Qimeng turned into a piece of paper and floated down, while the young woman turned into a fragrant wind and disappeared.

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After Wang Zijia returned to the Biyiyuan, he carefully thought about what happened today. After a moment of hesitation, he triggered the general summons in his mind and sent a message to his secret agents.

"Everyone should be silent these days and no other actions are allowed! If you are caught by the law enforcement team, you must not reveal your identity as a secret agent. Just accept the investigation with peace of mind."

The beast control veins and blood veins, all the disciples who were summoned by Wang Zijia, were all shocked after receiving the news. Although they didn't know what happened, they were all full of uneasiness in their hearts.

Then Wang Zijia came to the training room again, and with the fluctuation of mana, he completely sealed off several passages leading to the underground base.

After doing all this, Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

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This whole day was spent quietly in the process of Wang Zijia's worry. Whether it was the shadow troops he gathered or the weapon talisman veins, it was very calm and nothing happened.

The next morning, Wang Zijia got up as usual, took a wisdom heart pill, and finished boxing.

When I was having breakfast with Xiang Feifei, there was a sudden reminder message on my ID card.

“Ding...”