Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 280 Thorough
Alan, the equipment maker of the Antique Appraisal Society, does not live in a remote place. He lives in Hanover.
After Qiao Ji got the address, the two of them exited the foggy space, and then he used his clairvoyance to check the situation around the address.
Everything works fine.
So he got up from the bed, changed his clothes, eliminated the smell , and teleported to the top of Mount Everest, feeling the air pressure and cold wind there. The next second he appeared in the desert, and the next second he appeared in the middle of the Black Sea.
After several jumps, he appeared in an ordinary family in downtown Hanover.
Because of the time zone difference, it was already dark over there at Qiao Ji's place and time to go to bed, but it was still daytime over here.
An old man with a thin face and high cheekbones was pacing in the room, waiting for something.
When Qiao Ji appeared behind him, he also stopped.
The old house looks quite old and the paint on the walls is peeling off.
There were a lot of messy things in the house, as well as piles of discounted goods. It seemed that the family's economic level was average, and it didn't look like a place where a Blood-Clothed High Priest should live.
“You live a simple life.”
The outside world is not a foggy space. The words spoken contain spiritual fluctuations and everyone can understand their meaning. Qiao Ji does not speak German, so he can only communicate with him in English.
"I don't ask for anything else. It's just that the president once saved my life, so he trusted me to help him make the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe ." Alan could understand English. After all, the members of the Antique Appraisal Society came from all over the world, and the Blood Robe chief priest that Qiao Ji met seemed to know several languages.
"I rarely attended the Blood Robe Priest gatherings in the past, but I often heard him talk about the Antiquity Appraisal Association under his control. We often drank and chatted here."
Alan took a bottle of wine from the cabinet, "Whiskey or beer?"
"I never drink."
At least that's the case in this life.
People like him should be analyzing the meaning of these words. If it is true, then is the Black Emperor Jack Cooper following some doctrine or precept?
This is very helpful in investigating his identity.
“That’s a shame.”
He poured himself a glass, not acting too humble, like an old friend. He seemed to have a good relationship with the former president.
But Qiao Ji didn't care about his relationship with the former president. He just wanted the raw materials and production process of the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe.
"What are the materials and production process of the Soul-Eating Blood Robe?"
After hearing the question, Alan picked up a pen, wrote on the paper, and then tore off the note.
"The stuff is in the basement at this address. Please be careful when you go there. I put some explosives in the safe. Do you want me to go with you?"
"You don't have to go."
Qiao Ji can go by himself and leave after getting the materials.
"Please wait a moment."
Alan took out a red-covered notebook from the bookshelf. Many places on it were rubbed black.
"This is the Soul Devouring Blood Robe production method and some experience I summarized. But overall, it is not difficult. It is just more troublesome to collect souls."
And equipment blueprints? That would be great.
This old man named Alan took out these things as soon as he met them. It seemed that he was planning to place his bet on Qiao Ji, the new president.
Does he think the new president can reach the moon?
After receiving the notebook, Qiao Ji felt that this trip was a good one. After all, if Alan had been hiding, it would have been troublesome for Qiao Ji to find him.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"There are indeed some things. The former president has some crucial things related to a spiritual realm. He often borrows power from that spiritual realm, but we don't know who has them at the moment."
"Borrowing power from the spiritual realm?"
Qiao Ji thought of the Sound Killing Flying Sword, which could borrow power from a certain spiritual realm and fly on its own without the need for the user to provide energy.
"Yes, it is a power related to 'blood', which makes him extremely powerful."
Abnormally powerful?
Even though he was extremely powerful, he still died. So, this abnormal power was nothing big.
"Also, if you are going to meet the being behind death, please be careful. He no longer has any human aura." Alan actually reminded me of this.
Qiao Ji put his hand holding the notebook behind his back, looked at him and said, "Death has surrendered to the Undead and is now one of them. He also plans to turn the Jian Gu Society into his own people and open the road to conquering the Earth."
Qiao Ji casually revealed this shocking secret, then looked at Alan and said slowly: "The price they offered is eternal life after death."
Alan was stared at by Qiao Ji and chose not to express his opinion because it was not important. "It's expected, but I don't know what you mean. Do you want to talk to them?"
"Of course, death has been prepared."
"I don't know how much time we have left. Do we have to reorganize the power of the Antiquity Association? To be honest, I am very worried that the Antiquity Association has been corrupted by the Death Priest. He may have contacted other priests in private."
Apart from anything else, at least he got into the state quickly and now he was thinking about how to help Qiao Ji consolidate the power of the Antique Appraisal Society.
It seems that he is not as indifferent as he appeared before, and is very passionate about this kind of thing.
"Soon, in the next two days. As for the power of the Antiquity Association, even if I want to use it, it needs to be cleansed, and this is a good opportunity to cleanse it."
"As you wish, I will gather intelligence for you."
Alan took out a folder and said, "These are the materials I prepared. As the creator of the Soul Devouring Blood Robe in the organization, my old friend once told me about their situation. Please take a look. If you need anything, please feel free to call me at any time."
Qiao Ji roughly flipped through a few sheets of paper in the folder. The information recorded on them about the various main priests was much more detailed than that of the international police. He was indeed an insider.
Even Alan's own information is available, and it is the most detailed.
It seemed that he had placed all his chips on Qiao Ji.
"You seem to really not want the undead to rule the world."
Alan's sunken eyes revealed worry, "I don't want to become that kind of ghost thing and have my bones broken."
He didn't dare to say that he saw it completely, but could he become a ghost and gain eternal life?
Come on, stop being funny.
Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the undead that were killed casually by the black emperor in front of him some time ago. All the undead on a street were burned to ashes with a breath of fire, including the Xuan level ones.
And if a person of the Mystical Level who is a supernatural being like him were to go over there, how much worse would his fate be than those cannon fodders? Would they give him an eternal life of comfort?
"Their class is much more terrifying than our world. A small character like me can live well here. I can eat and sleep whenever I want. What about over there?"
