I guard the world with the Lord of the Underworld

Ye Chutang's eyes turned cold, and after a while he crumpled the yellow paper into a ball and threw it aside.

The remaining power is too weak to determine the final destination, and can only roughly guess the location.

After six o'clock the next night, Hua Qingyao arrived at the office and went directly to Shang Shixu.

"Have you found anything?"

Shang Shixu put down the document and shook his head: "No, I went to see it during the day. The remaining power was too weak to be traced."

Hua Qingyao crossed his arms, tapped his arms lightly and said, "Okay, let's keep people under close surveillance." He was afraid that this was just a sign.

Lu Wensheng listened with great emotion. That almost insignificant effort kept Shang Shixu busy for most of the day. He was following him but couldn't feel anything. The key staff still cared so much, which shows that everyone is so extremely responsible in their work.

"By the way, boss, how did you discover that power?" Shang Shixu asked curiously.

"I'm nearby." Hua Qingyao said.

"Boss, it's so late and you're not on a mission, what are you doing there?" Wen Ci leaned against the door and asked.

Hua Qingyao looked at his subordinate with a gossipy face and snorted coldly, "You went with Ye Chutang, what? Is there a problem?"

When Wen Ci saw his boss answering so cheerfully, he changed his position and leaned against the door, "No problem." Blinking, he realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Hua Qingyao continued gently: "Ye Chutang and I are going on a date to have a drink and watch the night view. Do you have any objections?"

Wen Ci straightened up and stuttered: "No, no objection, boss, I still have something to do..."

Hua Qingyao sneered and cut off his words, "Half of the bonus will be deducted this time."

"Oh, what!" Wen Ci's retreating steps suddenly stopped, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Boss, are you kidding me?" Wen Ci tried his best to twitch the corners of his mouth.

Hua Qingyao pushed him away with a palm, "Don't come close."

"Seventy percent."

"..."

"Boss!"

"Full buckle."

"I was wrong, boss, 50%..." Wen Ci said as he was dying.

"You guys are busy, I'm going to check something." Hua Qingyao turned and left the office.

When Lu Wensheng saw the boss leaving, he kindly handed a glass of water to Wen Ci, "Brother Ci, drink water." He turned around and shook his head and muttered, "If you don't seek death, you won't die."

Wen Ci raised his eyes and glared at Shang Shixu, "Damn, Old Shang, you're hurting me!"

Shang Shixu put away his smile and raised his eyebrows, "I'm just starting, you jumped in by yourself, what can I do?" He spread his hands.

"Shang... Shi... Sequence..." Wen Ci shouted word by word, "Awesome!"

"Welcome to eat." Shang Shixu said slowly with a smile on his face.

"Insidious, villain!" Wen Ci said angrily.

Lu Wensheng noticed a murderous intention at the side, swallowed his saliva, and began to pack up the work materials on the desktop. His "skill" was not enough at the moment, so he might as well run.

"Brother Ci, Brother Xu, see you tomorrow." However, the two people behind him stopped responding. There was only a sound, and the office door slammed shut after he left.

There was a crackling sound inside, and Lu Wensheng rubbed his arms. It sounded very intense.

Hua Qingyao looked through the information for four or five hours and found nothing. He scratched his head irritably. He had no clues and had no choice but to go home.

After getting out of the car and going upstairs, I paused at the door of my house, turned to the opposite door, took out the key and opened it with a familiarity, and went straight to the kitchen.

The room was pitch dark, Ye Chutang should have fallen asleep, but he wanted to eat something sweet to refresh his depressed mood.

Just as he turned on the kitchen light, the bedroom door was opened. Ye Chutang stood by the door in pajamas, looking at him in surprise.

"I'm hungry." Hua Qingyao said unceremoniously.

"Okay, you go and sit on the sofa first." Ye Chutang said with a good-tempered smile.

After a while, Ye Chutang came out with chocolate ice cream cake, shook a forkful and put it to his mouth: "Have a try, I just made it tonight."

Hua Qingyao obediently opened his mouth and ate it, his eyes lit up, it was delicious, and the irritability in his heart seemed to be suppressed a little.

Looking at Hua Qingyao who was enjoying his meal, Ye Chutang was in a great mood, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

After Hua Qingyao had almost eaten, he glanced at Ye Chutang and handed him a glass of refreshing juice to dilute the sweetness in his mouth.

Hua Qingyao sighed with satisfaction and kicked Ye Chutang's legs, "I was in a bad mood."

Ye Chutang lowered his eyes and restrained himself from looking away, moving up from the fair and slender calves, but his mind was thinking that Hua Qingyu had shaved his legs, and the texture of his skin was not so good.

He never knew that his senses could be so sharp. He felt that the place where Hua Qingyao had rubbed him suddenly became hot. He was annoyed that he was wearing long pants and pajamas. He should have changed into shorts. He didn't know if he should roll up his pants now. Not in time.

"Ahem, what happened?" Ye Chutang tried to keep his voice calm.

"I can't trace the source of the power, annoying!" Hua Qingyao kicked him twice in frustration.

Ye Chutang looked at his concerned expression, obviously his performance that day was very dull.

"Who knows if an inexplicable energy will cause some messy things to happen in the future." Hua Qingyao said gloomily.

Ye Chutang lowered his eyes with a slight twinkle in his eyes. As he watched the depressed Hua Qingyao confiding to him, a thought flashed through his mind: Hua Qingyao trusts him!

"Since that person took action, he will definitely leave traces. Don't think so much, he will always be found." Ye Chutang advised.

Hua Qingyao sighed, "This is the only way." As he said that, he finished the remaining cake on the plate and it almost melted.

"Okay, you go to bed, I'll be back." Hua Qingyao stood up and waved.

When Hua Qingyao returned home, he randomly selected a movie and seemed to feel much more relaxed after eating sweets.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. The movie he liked seemed unable to attract his attention, and Ye Chutang's figure flashed in his mind from time to time.

Hua Qingyao decided not to hesitate and dialed the phone directly. "Did I wake you up?" He said directly.

Immediately, a nice magnetic voice came from the mobile phone: "You are welcome to come to me anytime and anywhere on the 24th."

"If you are still upset, can I go over and accompany you now?" Ye Chutang said in a seductive voice.

"...You can really go to bed." Hua Qingyao hung up the phone, he could open a dyeing room just by giving him a color.

In the room opposite, Ye Chutang looked at the hung up call and smiled. The angry Hua Qingyao was so cute.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and there were already very few vehicles on the street, but for those who love nightlife, it had just begun.

Taxi drivers who shuttle around bars, entertainment venues and hotels waiting for business are constantly picking up and dropping off customers. If you are lucky, you can pick up another person on the way back.

There was very little traffic on the road and very few pedestrians. At this time, a man suddenly reached out to stop the car. The master quickly pulled over and the man got into the car and casually reported his address.

The taxi driver pressed the meter and the car drove forward. However, the driver, who was focused on driving, did not notice that the people who got on the bus were slightly different. The man's eyes were dull, his joints were stiff, and his voice was somewhat rigid...

Early the next morning, the police received a call. After dispatching the police, they discovered that the case was somewhat strange.

The taxi driver was unconscious in his car. The car was intact, there was no trace of being tampered with in the car, and the finances were all in place.

After being sent to the hospital for examination, it was concluded that the driver was too tired and fell asleep in the car.

After some criticism and education, the driver couldn't even argue. He didn't even remember what happened. He only stopped at picking up a customer, and finally accepted the criticism in a depressed manner.

Such small cases are quickly lost in the bustling and busy metropolis.