A Chong walked slowly out the door. When he reached the door, Song Qingwu suddenly said, "Kei Ye Chong, I will not show mercy to you when I meet again next time."

A Chong turned his back to him and nodded slowly: "I'm the same."

When he reached the first floor, A Chong looked at the front desk. There was no one inside. The hotel was empty. There was such a big noise on the upstairs, but no one came out to check it out.

It was not until his figure disappeared at the corner of the street that the proprietress poked her head out of a small room at the end of the walkway.

After hesitating for a while, the proprietress trembled to the second floor with a flashlight, pushed open the door, and saw Song Qingwu lying on the ground panting for a moment, then grinned and shouted:

"What's wrong? Are you doing this? I agreed to just book all my rooms, but we didn't say we wanted to demolish the house! How can I entertain guests in the future if you do this...you, you have to pay money!"

Song Qingwu gave her a sharp look, and the proprietress was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything. She thought to herself why the young man's eyes were so creepy.

Song Qingwu pointed at Chen Ruixi's direction with her finger: "Go and see how he is."

The old lady went around the corner of the bed and was shocked: "Oh my god! Why is there a dead person?"

Song Qingwu panted and held up: "Look at if he is dead!"

The boss lady walked forward tremblingly, tapped Chen Ruixi's breath with her fingers, turned to Song Qingwu and shouted: "Hey! I'm still angry!"

Song Qingwu ignored her and got to her bed step by step. She took out a cell phone from her bag, endured the pain and gritted her teeth and dialed a few numbers...

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Under the dim street light, A Chong walked slowly with his left hand holding the wall, and his right hand hung softly around him as if it was broken. Every few steps he took would stop and breathe for a while.

His face was pale and his lips turned blue. A Chong knew that the evil spirit had entered his heart veins, and now he felt like he was in an ice cave, and even his blood seemed to have frozen.

A few dozen meters behind A Chong, three ghostly figures appeared at some point, following him from afar, always keeping a distance, like jackals waiting for their prey to fall.

A few minutes later, A Chong finally couldn't walk anymore and slowly fell down with the wall.

The three shadows stood there for a while, spreading away from a distance, setting up a tactical triangle formation to encircle him.

The three of them slowly approached and stopped at about ten meters away from A Chong. After observing for a while, the leader made a gesture, and the other two slowly pulled out the dog-legged scimitar from their waists with a cold light.

A Chong, who fell to the ground, saw all this in his eyes, but could not react at all.

He is now cold and weak in all limbs, and can't even stand up, leaving only the slaughter of others.

Looking at the three people rushing up, A Chong, whose consciousness was already blurred, slowly closed his eyes.

That's it!

it's all over.

At this moment, a pickup truck suddenly rushed out of the corner of the street and rang at the three of them with a harsh sound of flutes.

The three Gurkha mercenaries hurriedly hid the dog-legged scimitar back to their waists. The pickup truck rushed to the front of the three and stopped abruptly, just across the middle of them and A Chong. A thick Mongolian man poked out from the cab, raised his fist and roared at the three people, and a strong smell of alcohol was sprayed out of his mouth.

The three Gurkha mercenaries looked at each other, not understanding what the Mongolian drunk man was yelling.

The drunk man seemed to think the three of them were blocking his way, and he clenched his fists and danced his arms and shouted loudly.

The Gurkha mercenaries in the lead shook their heads helplessly. These Mongolian locals are famous for drinking and causing trouble. They now have important tasks and don’t want to be as knowledgeable as this drunk man. It’s better to do less than anything more. He winked and signaled his two companions to avoid the side.

The Mongolian drunk man then retracted his body back to the cab with satisfaction, stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck roared out.

The three Gurkha mercenaries looked down and saw that A Chong, who was lying on the ground, disappeared. The three of them were shocked and angry. When they turned around and looked, the pickup truck had already escaped in a flash.

...

After a while, A Chong finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw wooden strips above his head lined up in a circle, supporting the cloth tent above, and a huge master stood up on the ground in the center. Next to him was a circular glass window, and the warm sunlight was spreading through the window on him.

"Where am I?" Achong said stutteringly.

"You're in my yurt." Timur handed him a bowl of steaming mutton soup, "You've been sleeping for three days and three nights."

"I, am I not dead yet?" A Chong struggled to sit up, feeling sore all over his body. He looked around and found himself lying on a wooden bed next to it with debris such as washing machines, refrigerators, cabinets, etc. Around it was a staggered wooden frame - this was indeed a home tent.

"How easy is it to die? You still have a lot of things that have not been completed." Timur looked at A Chong's eyes and said slowly.

At this moment, the tent was suddenly lifted open, and a strong man nearly two meters tall walked in. Seeing A Chong sitting on the bed, he smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit. He took out a thermos pot from his waist and handed it to him, saying something in his mouth.

A Chong took it and opened the lid and frowned. The pot was filled with white wine with strong smell.

A Chong shook his head and returned the wine pot to the strong man. The strong man looked at him in confusion, then turned to look at Timur and said a few words.

Timur shook his head and said helplessly: "He is my nephew Surileheke. He and I drove to save you that night."

Surile and Ke smiled and touched A Chong's shoulder, pointed to the wine pot and pointed at themselves, and then pointed at A Chong, and said a lot of words.

Timur said: "Suril and Ke said that you are weak and cold. This soju can help you warm up - he knows nothing!"

Timur turned around and said a few words to Surile and Ke, his tone was very stern. Although Surile and Ke looked dissatisfied, they still went out obediently.

Timur shook his head and said, "My nephew is too impatient, but he is very kind. You will know if you have more contact with him in the future."

A Chong frowned, and when Timur's tone was about to live in his house.

"Who are you? Why do you want to save me?" A Chong asked directly.

Timur looked at him with a serious expression, slowly unbuttoned the front of his Mongolian robe, and a majestic wolf tattooed on his chest.

A Chong was shocked, "You, are you descendants of Canglang?"

Timur nodded, and an old face suddenly burst into tears: "For thousands of years, our Timur clan has been looking for the descendants of the Iron Cavalry Order for generations. I thought I would not be able to fulfill my ancestor's wishes in my lifetime, but by chance, I found the direct descendant of the Kitano clan..."

Looking at Timur who was crying, Achong was at a loss.

Surile and Ke heard the strange sound from the tent, poked their heads in, and a puzzled expression on their faces. Seeing Timur's eyebrows and noses frowning together with crying, they were stunned for a moment, and quickly shrank their heads back.

After crying for a while, Timur finally stopped, wiped his face and said, "Since you entered Mongolia, I have been sending people to follow you. Until a few days ago, my people in the south sent me a message and finally confirmed your identity. You are a descendant of the Iron Cavalry Kitano clan - he also told me that you may be in danger of your life.
Chapter completed!