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Bu Yirong took Mo Shangyun to a tent.

The tent is not big, and the two folding beds have been stowed away. In addition, a folding table is spread out with some instruments and equipment placed on it.

Bu Yirong said: "Ruan Yan asked me to tell you about the equipment that communicates with the base. He has something to tell you privately."

Ruan Yan?

Mo Shangjun's eyebrows suddenly stretched.

Is there any news from Pei Linyuan?

But at the same time, my heart suddenly lifted.

Although there is news, is it good news or... bad news?

After a few operations on the instrument, Bu Yirong handed a headset to Mo Shangyun, and then said: "There is a separate channel here, you can talk about it."

"Um."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

The finger that took the headset trembled slightly, not obvious, but she could feel it herself.

After Bu Yirong handed the headset to her, he nodded to her and walked out of the tent.

Standing in front of the folding table, Mo Shangyun looked at the machines on the table, took a deep breath, and put the headset in his ear.

She called Ruan Yan with her instrument, and received a response not long after.

"Mo Shangjun?" Ruan Yan's voice came from the other side of the channel.

"Um."

Mo Shangjun responded.

The voice was unexpectedly calm, without any fluctuation.

Ruan Yan said: "There is news from Yan Tianxing."

His eyelids twitched suddenly.

Biting his cheek, Mo Shangjun said: "I wonder if you have been infected with the bad habit of saying a thousand sentences without focusing on the point?"

Not telling the most crucial part is like in a movie or TV show where the deceased breathes a sigh of relief but doesn't tell the murderer.

Thieves make people angry.

"..." Ruan Yan, who was scolded by her for no reason, thought that what he said was the key point, but for Mo Shangyun's sake, he did not argue with Mo Shangyun, but said, "No

Find his body."

"...That's it?" Mo Shangyun's voice was low and cold, with a cool chill that penetrated people's hearts.
Chapter completed!