Lin Feng When we returned to the inn near the military area station, it was already mostly dark.
He closed the door and sent an encrypted message to Xiao Yu.
Zhao Family The details of the acquisition of 30% of the industry, Ore Vein how many items, how many shops, Herb Field how many acres, are all listed.
Xiao Yu's reply arrived in thirty seconds.
"Is there an industry in the northwest? Alliance Chamber of Commerce's territory is getting bigger and bigger."
Followed by. "Iron Eagle asked you when you will come back. The auction house has some big deals that need your signature."
"Let him bear it first, and we'll talk about the signing later."
Lin Feng threw the communicator on the table and went next door to take a shower.
After running in the wilderness all day, my body was covered with the smell of sand and blood.
I changed into clean clothes and just sat down on the edge of the bed.
The communicator rang again.
Encrypted channel of Elder Zhou.
"The news has been released, seven lines, now the timer starts."
Lin Feng picked up the communicator and replied with one word, "Received."
Fishing has begun.
Seven lines, seven versions. The details of each message are different.
Whoever moves is the insect that leaks the secret.
All he has to do now is wait.
Lin Feng took out the forging booklet from Storage Ring and turned to the page Star Dragon Bone Essence.
Furnace temperature of thirty-six thousand degrees.
Ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten times forged.
These two conditions are stacked together, and it is a question of whether you can count all the blacksmiths that Dragon Kingdom can do on one hand.
The maximum temperature of the ordinary Forge spiritual furnace can reach 10,000 degrees.
It's a full ten times worse.
And more than 90,000 times of forging requires not only physical strength, but also precise control of the force, angle, and rhythm of each blow.
Just one hammer blow away, and the entire piece of material will be useless.
The forging materials and tools Bai Family copied are of high quality, but they are a few grades behind this one.
He needs to find someone.
Elder Zhou mentioned it before.
Deep in Northwest Wasteland, there is a hidden forging family named Shen.
It is said that our ancestors had a master craftsman who could forge Martial Emperor-level weapons.
Later, for unknown reasons, the whole family moved deep into the wilderness and stopped taking on outside work.
He has Star Dragon Bone Essence in his hand and a forging booklet.
If the craftsmanship of the Shen Family is still there, Dragon Blood Red Gold Spear can be completely transformed.
Lin Feng closed the book and put the ring away.
Close your eyes and perform the exercises.
On System Panel, the numbers of Martial Path Points are jumping.
Fierce Vulture and Iron Rhinoceros are still hanging up outside, one is sweeping low-level Exotic Beast in the wasteland, and the other is killing monsters in the mountains behind Northern Territory.
Both lines are output at the same time.
[Current Martial Path Points:3,890,000]
Not much.
But it's accumulating.
The wind outside the inn window blew in, blowing a page of the blacksmithing book on the table.
Lin Feng reached out and closed the window.
Keep your mental strength low and stay alert.
Coverage range is three hundred meters.
The plants and trees around the inn are all within the perception.
An hour passed.
Two hours.
Everything is fine.
Two o'clock in the morning.
There was a signal in my mind.
Opposite the inn, on the second floor of the teahouse, someone was using an encrypted communicator to send messages.
The signal is very weak.
If it were not Sixth-Grade Psychic Power, it would not be captured at all.
It lasted about thirty seconds and then stopped.
The other party is very cautious.
Receive as soon as it's sent, don't wait a second longer.
Lin Feng's mental power swept around in pursuit of the remaining fluctuations of the signal.
The direction of signal dissipation is southeast. The receiving end is far away.
Lin Feng turned over and pulled the quilt up to cover his shoulders.
Pretending to sleep.
But his mental strength was still hanging on, locking on the position on the second floor of the tea house.
There was no signal for the rest of the night, and the other party withdrew after sending that one.
Daybreak.
Lin Feng opened his eyes and stretched.
The innkeeper was cleaning glasses behind the counter. When he saw him coming down, he smiled and said hello.
"Sir, would you like some breakfast?"
"No need."
Lin Feng went out.
Mental energy swept around in a low-key manner.
The surveillance point on the second floor of the teahouse was removed last night.
The room was empty, even the smell had dispersed, and it was very clean after walking.
There are two new people in the inn.
One man and one woman.
The energy and blood are tightly restrained, and ordinary Psychic Master people can't feel any abnormality at all.
But the pace of their walk betrayed them.
The rhythm is too regular. This kind of cadence can only be experienced by those who have received military training for a long time.
Tracking.
Lin Feng glanced at the position of the two people and continued walking forward without stopping.
His destination today is Shen Family Forge deep in Northwest Wasteland.
The road outside the city is not easy to walk, there is not even a decent road on the gravel ground.
Lin Feng walked northwest along a dry river at a moderate speed.
The two "passers-by" behind me kept a distance of 500 meters, neither too far nor too close.
Lin Feng didn't care about them.
It takes less than half an hour to get out of the city.
There was a rush of footsteps behind him.
It's not the two people following him, those two are still hanging five hundred meters away.
This person's Qi and blood fluctuate more strongly, without deliberately restraining it, and in a generous and generous manner.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, very fast.
"Second Lieutenant Lin! Please stay!"
The voice was that of a middle-aged man with an accent.
Lin Feng stopped.
Turn around.
The visitor was wearing a Northwest Military Region military uniform with two stars on the shoulder straps.
Lieutenant Colonel rank.
He is in his forties, has a Chinese character face, and an old scar on his chin.
He walked to a stop five meters in front of Lin Feng, his chest heaved twice, and it looked like he was chasing after him at a trot.
"Second Lieutenant Lin, my name is Qian Weiguo, Northwest Military Region, deputy director of the Intelligence Department."
Deputy Minister of Intelligence.
The words Elder Zhou said yesterday flashed in Lin Feng's mind.
"There are not many people in Northwest Military Region who have access to S-Rank Secret Realm intelligence. There are seven people. The chief and deputy ministers of the Intelligence Department..."
Deputy Minister. One of the seven.
"What's the matter?"
Qian Weiguo took a few breaths, took out a document from his pocket, and handed it over.
"Elder Zhou asked me to come. Secret Realm's follow-up registration procedures require your signature. There are also some..."
He took two steps forward and held the document in front of Lin Feng.
Lin Feng didn't answer.
The mental strength stuck to it.
Qian Weiguo's Qi and blood flow direction, heartbeat frequency, and body temperature distribution, Sixth-Grade Psychic Power collects all these data in a few seconds.
The heartbeat is too fast.
Obviously nervous.
A deputy minister of intelligence is just chasing a road, why should he be nervous?
Lin Feng took the file over.
Turned two pages.
It is indeed the registration procedure for the Secret Realm, stamped with the military seal.
There is no problem with the format, and there is no problem with the content.
But there is a small note on the third page.
When Lin Feng's fingers touched the edge of the note, his mental power automatically scanned it.
There is a line of words written on the note.
"Tomorrow at noon, at the coordinates of Wasteland No. 37, someone wants to see you. Bring the things found in the Secret Realm."
No signature, no seal.
Lin Feng pulled the note out of the document and held it up in front of Qian Weiguo.
"What is this?"
Qian Weiguo's pupils shrank.
It shrinks very fast. If it weren't for Sixth-Grade Psychic Power, it wouldn't be caught at all.
"What?" He said with confusion on his face, "I'm just here to deliver the documents. I didn't read the contents carefully..."
"You didn't see it?"
Lin Feng's fingers held the note.
"Then who inserted this note?"