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Alan, the equipment maker of the Antiquity Society, does not live in a very remote place. He lives in Hanover.

After Qiao Ji got the address, the two exited the foggy space, and then he used his clairvoyance to check the situation near the address.

everything is normal.

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 here. 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 different time zones, it was already dark over Qiao Ji's side and it was time to go to bed, but it was still daytime 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, his steps stopped.

The old house looks like it has been around for some time, and the walls are 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-robed priest should live.

"You live a simple life."

The outside world is not a foggy space. The words spoken contain mental fluctuations, and everyone can understand the meaning. Qiao Ji does not speak German and can only communicate with him in English.

"I have nothing else to ask for, but I have been saved by the president before, so I help him make the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes, and he trusts me." Alan can understand English. After all, the members of the Ancient Appraisal Society come from all over the world. The blood-clothed priest Qiao Ji met seemed to know several languages.

"I rarely attended the gatherings of the blood-clothed officiants in the past, but I often heard him talk about the antiquity gathering under his control. We often drank and chatted here."

Alan took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, "Whisky 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, is the Black Emperor Jack Cooper following some kind of doctrine or commandment?

This would be very helpful in investigating his identity.

"That's such a shame."

He poured himself a glass without 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 his predecessor, he only wanted the raw materials and production process of the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes.

"What about the materials and production process of the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes?"

After hearing the question, Alan picked up a pen, wrote on the paper, and then tore off the note.

"The things are in the basement of 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 just go by himself and leave as soon as he gets the materials.

"Please wait."

Alan took out a notebook with a red cover from the bookshelf. Many places on it were rubbed black.

"This is the method and some experiences I have summarized for making the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes. However, overall it is not difficult. It is just that collecting souls will be more troublesome."

And equipment drawings? That's great.

This old man named Alan took out these things obediently as soon as they met. It seemed that he planned to bet on Qiao Ji, the new president.

Does he think the new president can hit the moon?

After accepting the notebook, Qiao Ji also felt that he had gained a lot from this trip. After all, if Alan kept hiding, Qiao Ji would have some trouble finding him.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"There are indeed some things. The former president has some vital things that are related to a spiritual realm. He often borrows power from that spiritual realm, but we don't know who has it 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 user providing energy.

"Yes, it is a power related to 'blood', which makes him extremely powerful."

Extraordinarily powerful?

If someone who is extremely powerful doesn't die, then it's not a big deal if someone is extremely powerful.

"In addition, if you want to meet the being behind death, please be careful. He has completely lost his human aura." Alan actually reminded this.

Qiao Ji put the 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 make the Jiangu Gui theirs and open the way to conquer the earth. .”

Qiao Ji casually revealed this shocking secret, then looked at Alan and said slowly: "The price they gave is immortality in death."

Alan was watched 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 already gone to prepare."

"I don't know how much time there is left. Do we need to reintegrate the power of the Ancient Appreciation Association? To be honest, I am very worried that the interior of the Ancient Appreciation Association has been eroded by the death priest. He may have contacted other chief priests privately."

Apart from anything else, at least he entered the state quickly, and now he was thinking about how to help Qiao Ji win over the influence of the Ancient Appraisal Society.

It seems that he is not as indifferent as he showed before, but is very enthusiastic about this kind of thing.

"Soon, just in these two days. As for the power of the Antiquity Society, even if it is to be used by me, it needs to be cleaned once, and this is a good opportunity to clean it."

"As you wish, I will collect information for you."

Alan took out a folder, "These are the information I prepared. As the maker of the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes in the organization, my old friend once told me some of their situation. Please take a look at it. If necessary, please also Summon me anytime.”

Qiao Ji briefly looked through a few pieces of paper in the folder. The information on each officiant recorded on it was much more detailed than that of the international police. He was indeed a mole.

Even Alan's own information was available, and it was the most detailed.

It seemed that he was putting all his chips on Qiao Ji.

"You seem to really don't want the undead to rule this world."

Alan's deep-set eyes revealed worry, "I don't want to become that kind of ghost and have my bones broken."

He didn't dare to say that he saw it completely, but becoming an undead and gaining eternal life?

Come on, stop being funny.

Don't talk about anything else, let's talk about the undead that were casually killed by the black emperor in front of me some time ago. The undead on a street were all burned into ashes by a flame, including those at the Xuan level.

And if a mysterious-level superpower like him took refuge in the past, how much worse would his end be than those cannon fodder? Could they give themselves an extremely comfortable and eternal life?

"Their class is much more terrifying than our world. A small character like me can live very well here. I can eat whenever I want and sleep whenever I want. Where do I go?"