"Don't say much about this. Our mission on this trip is the Blood Demon. If you are interested in other things, just go back to Beijing and ask the Lord of the Gods in person."

He was also confused about this matter.

Thinking of the sudden instructions from Jinyiwei, Dongchang and their six gates over the past few years, he could vaguely feel that the people above seemed to be playing a big game of chess.

Upon hearing this, Tong Luyang stopped talking. Hearing this, he would know sooner or later. If the above people didn't want them to know.

That's better not to know.

"Okay, the blood demon might have to move. Let's relax our guard and let him go."

Fang Yuhong held the window with his hands, overlooking the traffic on the long street, and said quietly:

"If I weren't afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, such a big demon should have been released and let those country borers taste a little..."

"Don't be careless, if he is out of control..."

Tong Luyang drank a glass of wine and stood up.

"With my tracking method, he can't get rid of me.....Hmm?!"

As he spoke, Fang Yuhong's expression suddenly changed.

Before he could finish a sentence, he had already broken out of the window, and his body swept dozens of feet in the air, and several moves had approached the small yard rented by An Qisheng!

Huhu~~~

Fang Yuhong landed gently, and several six door detectives with ugly faces had already come forward.

One of them looked terrified:

"Sir, that old Taoist priest suddenly disappeared."

"Suddenly disappeared?"

Fang Yuhong's face was as deep as water. Without looking, he also knew that An Qisheng had disappeared long ago.

He was a little surprised and confused.

He had an adventure in his early years, and the "nose meridian" he condensed was different from that of ordinary people. He could lock his position within dozens of miles after hearing a person's breath.

Unless someone can escape dozens of miles in an instant, he can't hide it from his nose.

But at that moment, An Qisheng's smell suddenly stopped.

He could not escape dozens of miles in an instant, so he must have changed his breath by some means.

However, the breath is not a smell, everyone's breath is unique. How did he change his own breath?

Huh ~

At this time, Tong Luyang, who was one step slower, also followed.

I already knew what was going on after a glance.

"He ran away?"

Tong Luyang's face suddenly became gloomy.

"He can't run much in such a short time, chase him!"

He glanced at Fang Yuhong and left with his sleeves.

Several constables hurriedly followed.

Fang Yuhong remained silent, but felt his face burning.

As soon as he said that there was no possibility of escaping, the person had disappeared, how could he not feel angry?

Fang Yuhong's face twitched, and he had already stepped on the eaves and looked around. There were thousands of breaths in the city, but there was no more aura that had been marked by him.
Chapter completed!