"Sorry, Miss Kim!"

The security guard smiled bitterly and kept bowing.

Jin Yingzhen dialed her grandfather's phone number, and the life assistant answered the call. It was the same story. The president was seriously ill and needed to recuperate.

Listening to Dudu's busy signal on the phone, Jin Yingzhen threw the phone to the ground in anger.

“How many resources can you mobilize?”

Gu Qingqiu asked.

"I don't have it, but my mom can!"

Jin Yingzhen is depressed. She doesn't like to work, and the age of twenty is the age when she loves to play, so she doesn't pay attention to these at all, as long as she has money to spend every month.

Now she realizes that when she needs to do something, there is nothing she can do.

"Hire a private detective!"

Xia Hongyao came up with an idea.

"Then it's too late!"

Gu Qingqiu suggested: "Call Jin Xian and see if he is back? Let him come forward!"

Jin Xian's energy is much greater than that of a private detective.

"Um!"

Jin Yingzhen took the mobile phone Lin Baici handed her, installed the mobile phone card, and called Jin Xian.

"Brother, my mother is missing. I want you to help find her!"

Because she had a good relationship with Jin Xian, Jin Yingzhen got straight to the point. She didn't ask whether Jin Xian was okay because Jin Xian's entry into the Busan Shrine was a secret and she didn't know.

Jin Xian entered secretly, one of his main purposes was to hunt down those god hunters who had returned with their loads.

"Okay, I'll arrange someone right now!"

Jin Xian's voice was full of exhaustion: "Where are you now?"

Jin Yingzhen hesitated for a moment, but answered truthfully: "Seoul!"

Jin Xian originally wanted to tell Jin Yingzhen that martial law has been imposed around Busan. Don't conflict with them. Tell me your name and they will send you over. But after hearing Jin Yingzhen's words, he got stuck.

"Where are you?"

Jin Xian was surprised.

"Seoul!"

The Korean girl repeated.

"When did you leave?"

Jin Xian was curious.

Jin Yingzhen looked at Lin Baici with a tangled expression.

"Don't hide it, tell the truth!"

Lin Baici patted Gao Limei on the shoulder. You couldn't hide this kind of thing.

"last night!"

Jin Yingzhen showed a grateful smile. Jin Xian was very kind to her and asked her to hide it. She felt guilty, but she also didn't want Lin Baici to be targeted.

After all, killing a god is too big a deal.

"You came out as soon as the dark fog dissipated?"

Jin Xian was surprised: "Where are Lin Baici and Xia Hongyao? Are they not injured?"

If he is injured, it is impossible to run to Seoul.

“We are all fine!”

Jin Ying really wanted to show off that his Lin Oppa was very powerful, but he was afraid that Sejong Jung's people would cause trouble for him.

"Okay, I understand. Go home and rest. I will notify you as soon as there is news!"

Jin Xian ordered.

"Uh-huh!"

Jin Yingzhen nodded, but on the way home, she still found two detective agencies for help.

…

In Busan, Jin Xian hung up the phone and frowned as he looked at the ruins of the city.

In the distance, his men were cleaning up a group of dead fleshmen.

Busan has been a sacred market for ten years. Although it has been purified, there is still a lot of follow-up work, such as cleaning up these dead flesh people and containing sacred objects.

Because they have been contaminated for too long, these monsters are quite dangerous.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

subordinates asked.

"Tell me, is it possible for a newcomer to kill a god?"

Jin Xian asked.

"In a dream?"

The subordinate asked back.

"Haha, that's right, I'm too worried!"

Jin Xian laughed at himself, but for some reason, he felt uncomfortable in his heart: "Has Shakira's whereabouts been confirmed?"

“In Seoul!”

The subordinates were looking forward to it: "Are we going to get involved too?"

Now many forces want to talk to Shakira and get a share of the pie. After all, she holds the loot dropped by the gods.

"hold on!"

Not everyone is qualified to negotiate with the leader of the Huangshi Regiment, and Jin Xian plans to catch a few more fat sheep as a matter of urgency.

I don’t know how many trophies that Lin Baici got?

No injuries, just no terrible rule pollution, shouldn't be too much, right?

…

Everyone returned to the villa and sat in the living room waiting for news.

Because Aunt Jin was missing, Jin Yingzhen was in a bad mood, and everyone did not dare to discuss this pleasant trip to Busan, so they could only accompany her to worry.

Lin Baici took a sip of tea and felt that it was not possible to go on like this. He had to distract Gao Limei's attention.

Just after Han Suying died, the five light clusters that fell have not yet been identified, so you can enjoy them together now.

"Come here, let me show you something good!"

Thinking of the death of the landlady, Lin Baici felt a little uncomfortable.

Everyone sat over.

Lin Baici took out five trophies from the black alms bowl after the light group had dissipated.

"These are all dropped by the boss lady after her death!"

Lin Baici introduced: "If Cha Zhengshuo hadn't unexpectedly appeared, the boss lady would have been the final boss of Gwangju Station!"

"Xiaobai, how lucky are you? You can meet a big BOSS just by doing a job?"

Hua Yueyu didn't know whether to call Lin Baici lucky or unlucky.

"It's a pity. If it weren't for Che Zhengshuo, and with the proprietress's favorable impression of Xiao Linzi, we would have easily passed the test."

Li Yintong sighed.

By the way, Brother Lin seems to have gone to the love hotel with the proprietress?

Something must have happened?

Oh my god!

The man who sleeps with the final boss is so awesome!

Lin Baici placed the five trophies on the coffee table one by one.

The ten train tickets out of Shenxu are of no use except as a souvenir.

"Whoever wants it can take it!"

Lin Baici was very generous.

"If these tickets are lost on the black market, there should be a god hunter who likes to collect such things. They should be willing to buy them. They can be sold for hundreds or even thousands of meteor coins, so there is no problem!"
To be continued...