These Dao monsters rescued from the depths of the imperial mausoleum dispersed in all directions soon... Under Song Haoran's instruction, the Song family's soldiers just pretended not to see them.

Although these Taoist demons seemed to just slap their butts and leave, Song Haoran felt a little secretly happy at this moment.

Because, before these Dao monsters left, they came to him in groups, each leaving some things like tokens and saying almost the same thing.

Mr. Song, this is my personal token. If Mr. Song needs help in the future, you can hold this token and come to... to find me.

Song Haoran stayed alone in the tent, looking at the various tokens placed all over the floor, and chuckled.

The demon clan doesn't know, but Taoist people take their promises very seriously... so if half of the tokens here can be used, they are a very terrifying resource.

"Tsk, I finally came back to pay homage to my ancestors, and I immediately got lucky... It seems that I will have to come back more often in the future." Song Haoran narrowed his eyes.

However, the Song family seems to have been lucky during this period.

At this time, Song Da and Song Er walked in, and their eyes widened when they saw the pile of tokens left on the ground by Song Haoran.

Song Haoran put away his things and then looked at Song Da and Song Er, "Mr. Da, Mr. Er, why don't you tell me why you are here?"

Song Da and Song Er looked at each other, and Song Dacai said: "We followed the blind man all the way here. Later he lived in a place called Wolong Villa. This was not boring. We went out to wander around and then accidentally broke into this place.

A dangerous place...I’m afraid you still have to ask the blind man about this."

"How to get there?" Song Haoran asked directly.

Song Daodao: "Shall we lead the way?"

Song Haoran pondered for a while, then opened the tent and found that it was already dawn outside. After a whole night of hard work, he said, "Well, you go back with me to see dad first, so that I can explain everything."

Song Da and Song Er had no choice but to nod... They also had Song San. The three brothers had been raised by the Song family for more than ten or twenty years and had some feelings for them. Their relationship with Mr. Song had long been beyond a mere support relationship.

Later, Song Haoran had the remaining members of the Suzuki Society bundled into several rented tour buses outside, and then divided some of them into driving to the Song family's ancestral home.

The mysterious woman who was found deep in the imperial mausoleum was placed in the back seat of an off-road vehicle. Song Haoran personally watched the mysterious woman sleeping. Song Haoran couldn't help but caress her with his fingers.

Cheeks, "What on earth could you be?"

"Young Master, everything is packed!" a man temporarily reported outside the car.

Song Haoran nodded, waved his hand, and the motorcade slowly drove out of this place. Song Haoran took one last look at the entrance and murmured to himself: "It always feels like something is missing..."

One person is missing.
Chapter completed!