My sampan can be upgraded

It was such a big meal that Hong Shaoqing was so satisfied. During this period, Ling Qi also asked him about the beating.

It's all because of the game. Hong Shaoqing is very talented in gaming. The account he plays with is not only high-level and powerful, but he can also earn a lot of cash by selling equipment or leading a team to create dungeons from time to time. He also has a very good public reputation and reputation. Credibility.

A professional guild was eyeing his account and wanted him to transfer it at a low price. But Hong Shaoqing had feelings for the character he had trained, and he was not willing to transfer it even for a high price, let alone a low price. So the other party used various means to find his real-life identity and address, and came directly to threaten and induce him.

Ye Zi clears the table.

"Did you call the police?" Ling Qi vaguely felt that Hong Shaoqing had something to hide, so she didn't press too much.

"I reported it, but the police are looking for that damn ancient corpse and have no time to pay attention to me." Hong Shaoqing said angrily.

Ling Qi: "..."

"Since the other party obviously won't let go, what are you going to do next?" Ling Qi still asked.

Hong Shaoqing said with a look of resignation: "What else can I do? If I don't agree, they will continue to threaten me. At most, they will beat me up or kill me. At worst, I will try to avoid them as much as possible!"

Ling Qi shook his head: "Don't be too naive. Some people will do anything for profit. How about I help you kill them?"

"What?" Hong Shaoqing jumped up in fright, "Don't mess around, brother, how big a deal is it for you to have such a radical idea? At the worst, I will give them my account."

"Is it really just an account?" Ling Qi looked at him calmly.

Hong Shaoqing paused for a moment and then said sarcastically: "Also, I flirted with a female player in their guild... It's not like I was shouting to kill him. The most they could do was beat me up to vent their anger."

Ling Qi nodded: "I'm just saying it to test your character. Now that you have passed the test, I have decided to teach you the peerless magical skills passed down from my ancestors. From now on, the task of maintaining world peace will be handed over to you!"

Hong Shaoqing rolled his eyes and said, "Your joke is not funny!"

"It's not a joke. Come on, learn the moves from me first." Ling Qi got up and walked to the open space in the middle of the living room. He first demonstrated it himself and then explained it to him.

Hong Shaoqing was stunned for a long time. It wasn't until Ling Qi finished explaining the first action that he said, "Are you serious?"

"Hurry up, I will teach you today, and I won't teach you again in the future. If you keep practicing every day, it will be no problem to beat thirty or fifty big men easily." After Ling Qi said that, he suddenly punched out of thin air, the speed of his punch exceeded the speed of sound, and he hit a bang The sound exploded, and there was a cloud of air floating around the fist.

"Fuck!" Hong Shaoqing's eyes widened and he swallowed hard subconsciously.

"Will you learn or not?"

"Learn! If you don't learn, you are a grandson!" Hong Shaoqing's eyes shone, and he almost knelt down and called the corpse father.

…

Ling Qi taught for two hours, and Hong Shaoqing returned to school with the dream of becoming a master and covered in sweat.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Ling Qi released his consciousness and used the guidance of the mark to instantly find the old scholar from the daytime. He was in a six-star hotel suite, communicating with Western Union through a computer.

"It's time to ask about the situation. I hope I can gain something. Hey, are these Hengdong's mistress and his brother? They actually have so much gold hidden in them!"

Ling Qi unexpectedly discovered a good show in his consciousness.

From the conversation, we learned that the male protagonist was actually the brother of the leader of the Black Society, Hengdong. He actually got together with Hengdong's mistress while Hengdong was being imprisoned.

After greeting Ye Zi, Ling Qi went out and went downstairs. Only a few minutes later, he appeared outside a villa. Two leaves floated silently and stood in front of two surveillance cameras. The door of the villa automatically opened silently.

Ling Qi did not disturb the two men fighting upstairs, and entered a hidden underground chamber as if they were in a deserted place. In a hidden safe built into the wall, he took away all 7.5 kilograms of gold...

"Seven and a half kilograms of gold can be used to replace the iron in the cane, and the whole cane can be made into a ten kilograms of pure gold. The extra half kilogram can be used to make a gold mask."

At eleven o'clock, the old scholar took a break on time. The window door of the living room opened silently, and a man wearing a golden mask and holding a golden staff appeared silently in the suite.

After waiting for half an hour, Ling Qi walked towards the bedroom, and a truth potion appeared in his hand. Under the control of the field, the potion was automatically drawn out of the bottle and turned into a slender water line and entered the old scholar's mouth.

The energy was like an invisible hand, stroking the throat of the old scholar, and the potion was swallowed into his belly. The old scholar subconsciously clicked his tongue, probably feeling that the taste was not very good, and frowned.

A few minutes later, Ling Qi stretched out his cane and patted him awake gently.

Before he could fully wake up, Ling Qi asked: "What deep purpose do you have for the ancient corpse?"

The old scholar replied: "We suspect that it has something to do with the gods, and we want to decipher some of the mysteries of life and superpowers."

Gods?

Ling Qi's heart moved. There were actually traces of the gods here. He began to suspect that Chang Yuanxing was the "private place" of some hidden god clan.

"What's going on? Who are you? What did you do to me?" After the old scholar answered, he was completely awake and his face was full of panic. He wanted to get up from the bed, but was pressed down by the golden rod and couldn't move at all.

Ling Qi did not respond to his question, and then asked: "What do you know about the Gods?"

The old scholar deliberately refused to answer, but as if his body was not under his control, he still blurted out: "Based on some oral traditions and a few clues, we know that there is a group that calls itself the God Clan in this world. They live a long life and possess various abilities. They have super powers, can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent. Moreover, they have super starships that can travel to the civilization of the wider universe."

"None of this information can be confirmed, but those of us who are qualified to have access to this part of the information firmly believe that because the sun outside Changyuan Star was obviously artificially created by magical means, Changyuan Star ended its eternal night and ushered in light because of it. .”

The old scholar didn't have much information, but Ling Qi was convinced of his guess. Perhaps, there is another habitable planet in this starry sky, and a certain hidden divine race lives there.

"Damn it, what did you do to me?" After answering Ling Qi's question, the old scholar was shocked and angry, "I know, Liusha, you are from Liusha, you devils wearing masks! No wonder the ancient corpse disappeared , it turns out it was you who did it. This is a serious dereliction of duty by Jinhua State. They knew that an extremist organization like yours existed, but they did not take strict protection measures for the ancient corpses."

Ling Qi was stunned, and unexpectedly learned from this sentence that there was an organization called "Quicksand". Those people liked to wear masks, and they were obviously not recognized by others.

"What information do you know about quicksand?"

"I only know that Liusha is a very secretive organization that has existed since ancient times. It has extreme ideas and acts unscrupulously. It uses all kinds of coercion and coercion to deprive others of their property, collects huge amounts of wealth, and engages in various researches of its own in an attempt to crack the secrets of the gods. And technology, or become a god yourself..."

Ling Qi suddenly realized: "In other words, their goals are actually the same as yours. The difference is that their organization is secretive and their methods are extreme. Is that so?"

"...They are doing it for their own desires, we are doing it for the people of the world!" the old scholar corrected seriously. At the same time, he overturned the possibility that the golden man in front of him belonged to the Quicksand Organization.

"Maybe!" Ling Qi had reservations about this statement. Maybe some people were doing it for public good, but he believed that more people were actually doing it for their own desires.

"What would you do if you recovered the ancient corpse?"

"First comprehensively analyze its body structure and compare it with normal humans before making other plans."

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation. Now you can take a nap and you'll be fine when you wake up." Ling Qi used the cane to turn him over and click on a certain nerve in the back of his neck.

The old scholar was filled with grief and anger. How could he not cooperate? There is no need for his cooperation at all, okay?

"Who are you?" He asked without giving up at the last moment.

Before losing consciousness, he faintly heard "You can call me the Golden Mask Man..."