According to this logic...

Yejia turned his head and looked at the man sitting next to him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark red eyes looked inexplicably dark.

Since the direct bloodline of the person who opens the door is his own, the direct bloodline of the person who creates the door can only be-

...

“…Ji Xuan.”

"Ji Xuan!"

The middle-aged man's low and majestic voice came from the door.

The door was pushed open in a corner, and in the gap, dark yellow light shone in, falling on the boy's pale face, illuminating his dark eyes.

The boy turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came. His dark and bright eyes were hidden under his long eyelashes, reflecting a glimmer of glass in the darkness. His voice was tender and clean: "Father."

“How did you do your homework today?”

"It's done." The boy replied calmly.

“Have you eaten all?”

“Eat it.”

"Very good." The man standing at the door smiled with satisfaction, turned around, and waved to his back.

A portion of food was pushed in.

The boy with dark eyes lowered his head: "Thank you, father."

The door closed again and the room became dark again.

The boy stood up, walked to the door step by step, squatted down, and picked up the tray.

He was barefoot, his feet were stained with sticky blood, and he made a sticky sound as he walked.

Broken limbs and minced meat scattered on the dark and wet ground, and the limbs were twisted in blue and white, as if they were turning into dark dust at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissipating in the air.

The air was filled with foul smells and blood.

A few drops of dark red blood were splashed on the boy's pale cheeks, and slowly slid down along his side face, like several deep wounds in the darkness.

He sat on the ground among the evil ghost's broken limbs, and began to eat without changing his face.

·

blast sat on the ground in the messy information, frowned, and looked a little confused.

He held his cell phone in his hand, lowered his head, and said while flipping:

"I checked it. The Ji family, who invested in the Supernatural Administration, seemed to be very powerful forty or fifty years ago."

"How do you say it?" Chen Qingye leaned over and glanced at the dense small words on the mobile phone screen.

blast scratched his head: "Well, anyway, it seems to be quite rich."

His fingertips slid down, and the black words on the screen flew quickly, all of which were the fields the family had once dabbled in, and it seemed to have made great achievements.

"It seems that the ancestors sighed in st: "Oldmoney..."

Chen Qingye nodded: "It's true..."

He frowned slightly: "But now I don't seem to have heard of this family. What happened to them? Have they declined?"

"Ah..." blast was stunned for a moment, and his hand sliding down stopped: "Look at this place."

A wildfire destroyed the Ji family's house in the suburbs of M City, and it seemed that there were not many people who survived.

blast shook his head and sighed: "What a pity. Where did they go after their family has so much money?"

"Trust fund, probably." Chen Qingye was not very clear about this, so he guessed the answer casually and made excuses: "And what? Is there anything else to say?"

"Ah..." blast pulled the page to the bottom: "No more."

Chen Qingye: "Are there any photos or something inside?"

blast: "No."

Chen Qingye frowned even more: "Look at if there is any relevant information in the archives of the Administration."

The two men carefully read all the information from the time the administration was just founded, but no other document mentioned the family except the document that stated the source of the investment funds.

blast is so worried: "What should I do?"

Chen Qingye pondered for a while and stood up: "Maybe we can ask the insider."

"Hey...!" blast hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, but when he grabbed it, he suddenly heard so many bugs hidden in the other party's sleeve, and hurriedly let go: "But, but, I think we should act low-key?"

"Ace once trusted him, we should be able to do it too." Chen Qingye turned his head to look at blast: "Or, what better idea do you have?"

blast: "…Okay."

He sighed in slump, scratched the back of his head, covered in fiery red hair, and stood up.

I always feel... it's not his strength in keeping secrets.

·

"...Ji family?" Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "What are you asking about this?"

"It was just when sorting out the information, I found that there were some unfamiliar words." Chen Qingye replied without changing his face: "Because Ye Jia once asked you about the questions before the reorganization of the Administration, I think you should be able to answer some of our confusion."

Liu Zhaocheng raised an eyebrow and said, "It's time to sort out the information, what else do you have to sort out?"

Chen Qingye: "Routine..."

blast interrupted him impatiently: "Oh old man, do you know..."

Chen Qingye knocked his head hard with an expressionless face.

"Ouch." Blast covered his forehead and stopped talking aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me again?"

"Because you need a beating." Chen Qingye said calmly.

He turned his head and looked at Liu Zhaocheng on the side and said, "I just saw this name on the relevant information about the establishment of the Administration and felt a little confused."

"Well." Liu Zhaocheng touched his bald head: "It has only been more than 30 years since I entered the Administration. I am actually not very clear about what happened at the time of establishment..."

blast: "Look, I just said it's useless to ask this old man..."

"But," Liu Zhaocheng's voice interrupted blast's yelling: "I am a native of M City, and I still know some of the rumors about this family..."

Chen Qingye was excited: "What, for example?"

"First of all, his family is really rich." Liu Zhaocheng narrowed his eyes, as if he was in deep thought.

"We've known this for a long time, old man." blast rolled his eyes rudely: "How can you invest in the Supernatural Authority without money?"

Liu Zhaocheng glared at him: "Do you listen?"

Chen Qingye turned his head and glanced at him lightly. In his sleeves, A Chang, who was pitch black all over the body, poked his head out and threatened to wave his claws at him.

blast:"…"

Ying.

Chen Qingye: "You continue."

Liu Zhaocheng took a deep breath slowly and said, "Also... their family is all crazy."

"What?"

Both of them in front of them were shocked.

"Madman?" Chen Qingye frowned and asked afterwards: "What does it mean?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "literally."

He pulled a dusty chair and sat down: "Eight out of ten people in his house have been in a mental hospital."

"Speaking of it..." Liu Zhaocheng thought for a while and said, "There was a rumor at that time, which was actually quite nonsense. It seemed that the reason why his family was able to accumulate so much wealth from generation to generation was actually because there were some activities between ghosts and gods in private, so so many madmen were born in the family."

"...acting?" Chen Qingye was slightly stunned.

Liu Zhaocheng took out his handkerchief, wiped the greasy sweat beads on his forehead, and said, "Yes, it's the things that are often rumored by the people. Some say that his family is a deal with fox fairies, and some say that it is with ghosts and ghosts. In short, it's not a serious god."

"What do you think their family invested in the Supernatural Administration for the purpose of?" Chen Qingye asked.

"What can I do for?" Liu Zhaocheng laughed: "Of course it's money."

...

"What's money!" The tall man stood in the room, his voice suddenly rising.

He was not young anymore, but his face was very handsome, and he looked angular under the light, with deep and coldness like a mixed-race. His dark eyes emitted a fanatical light in the deep eye sockets, which made people instinctively feel fear and cringe. He clenched his fists, and his handsome face became distorted, looking a little terrifying: "If this matter really succeeds, do you know what we can get?"

"But..." the woman's voice sounded.

"Shut up!"

A crisp slap sounded in the room.
To be continued...