National Rare Monster Illustrated Book

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"Uncle, Uncle? Did you hear me?"

Qin Heng was surprised to find that his younger uncle, who had always been rigorous and unsmiling, was inexplicably distracted. He bent down and shouted again, and only then did he get a response from the other party.

A barely perceptible light flashed across the bottom of the dark eyes, Qin Mo lifted his chin slightly, and said lightly, "Who is that person?"

"Who?"

Qin Heng followed his gaze, "Ah, that's Mr. Ji. Grandpa is seriously ill, and my father asked me to invite him to visit the old house. Mr. Ji will stay with us for a few days."

While speaking, Shen Qing had already walked in front of Qin Mo.

Qin Heng introduced: "Mr. Ji, this is my uncle."

"Mr. Qin?"

Shen Qing leaned slightly, stretched out her right hand politely and distantly, and handed it to Qin Mo.

"Hello."

His five fingers were slender and delicate, as beautiful as a piece of ice-cold jade that had been carefully carved, impeccably perfect.

Qin Mo raised his eyes and saw that the young man was watching him quietly. There was no special emotion reflected in his dark eyes, as if they were just strangers greeting each other politely when they met for the first time.

"...Ji Chenqing?"

A trace of subtle emotion rose from the bottom of his heart, he chewed the name repeatedly, his deliberately low voice was so magnetic and mellow that it made his eardrums itch slightly.

The warm and dry palm completely wrapped the young man's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and the slightly rough fingertips slowly rubbed against the cold wrist, and the scorching heat spread along the skin of the two.

The slender eyelashes fell down, and Shen Qing calmly wanted to pull out his hand, but the strength of the man suddenly increased, preventing him from leaving.

Shen Qing: "Let go."

"..."

The two of them remained in a stalemate for a while, until Qin Mo pursed his lips in an unclear manner, and let go of his hand first.

"Qin Mo, my name."

Shen Qing: "...Oh."

He turned around expressionlessly, and passed Qin Heng who was stunned and didn't react.

At this moment, a man in black who somehow avoided the attention of other people suddenly jumped out from behind a car, and the dagger in his hand was shining coldly, pointing directly at Qin Mo's back!

"go to hell!"

Qin Heng's complexion changed, and with a flick of his wrist, a bright yellow talisman was revealed. Just as he was about to yell loudly, a figure was one step faster than him, blocking Qin Mo.

The ink robe flew up, Shen Qing clasped the wrist of the man in black, and the wrist bone was shattered with a "click", and the man in black was kicked out by him in the next second before he could scream out. A textbook example.

Qin Heng: "..."

After a brief silence, he who was useless coughed dryly and said, "Leave this to them to deal with the aftermath, Second Uncle, do you want to go back to the old house with us, or?"

Qin Mo said: "Go back."

When he said this, he was still looking at Shen Qing, but the latter walked away from him without looking back.

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The Qin family's old house was built on the hillside. The huge house is hidden among the lush forest leaves, and it has a kind of secluded tranquility.

Fu Hua is a tree demon, and has an instinctive love for mountains and forests, so she didn't know where she went when she got out of the car, and Shen Qing didn't care about it.

He looked around and found that the trees here did not grow naturally, but the Qin family used the terrain to form a feng shui bureau that gathers spirits and absorbs qi—gathering the aura of Chuanze for their own use, in exchange for the continuous and endless life of the family.

Qin Heng leaned forward and said cautiously, "What do you think, sir? Our family..."

Shen Qing glanced at him: "Spiritual energy is stagnant, vitality is collapsing - the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, aren't you watching it?"

Qin Heng's face turned slightly pale, and he sighed after a while: "Sir, you are indeed a gentleman—please go this way."

He led Shen Qing into the house, Shen Qing did not see Qin Mo on the way, but a group of Qin family members were waiting for him in the living room.

Qin Heng called "Father" to one of the middle-aged men, and then silently retreated to the side.

"This is Mr. Ji."

The middle-aged man got up to greet him, and after he got up, other people who were sitting in the living room also stood up one after another.

"I have admired Mr.'s name for a long time, and I am really lucky to meet you today! Mr. Ji, please sit here, Suqin, quickly pour tea for Mr.!"

Qin Heng's father, Qin Zhengming, was over fifty years old, but his wife, Zheng Suqin, looked less than forty, dressed in gold and silver, and covered in pearls and emeralds, she looked extraordinarily graceful and luxurious.

She leaned on the fox-fur shawl and got up slowly, and when she was about to say something with a smile, Shen Qing raised her hand slightly—just a simple gesture, instantly suppressing the eager atmosphere in the room.

"There is no need to talk nonsense,"

He said, "Where is the person you want me to meet?"

"Ah... This way, this way please. My father is unwell and cannot come down to meet the guests. Please forgive me, Mr. Ji."

Qin Zhengming took Shen Qing to a room on the second floor, and Qin Heng followed silently.

The room was lifeless, and the white-haired old man was lying flat on the bed, with no obvious ups and downs in his chest, like a stiff corpse.

Shen Qing watched closely for a while, and said, "How long has he been lying down?"

Qin Zhengming hesitated and said, "That's about three or four months."

"Not that long,"

Qin Heng in the corner of the room said, "A total of 67 days."

"Oh, yes! Exactly 67 days."

Qin Zhengming said, "Mr. Ji, do you think my father can be saved?"

Shen Qing didn't answer, but bit her fingertips and dripped a drop of blood between the old man's eyebrows. The drop of blood melted into the old man's wrinkled skin, leaving only faint traces.

"how?"

When he turned his head, he noticed Qin Zhengming's extraordinarily nervous expression, and raised his eyebrows.

"No no no, nothing."

Qin Zhengming said, "Sir, how is my father?"

"It's not good, I'm dying."

Shen Qing said indifferently, "My blood can only keep him alive for a few more days."

Qin Zhengming became anxious when he heard this: "This is not good! What will our Qin family do if my father dies? Besides, he has always been in good health, and it is impossible for him to fall ill suddenly. Someone must be targeting us on purpose—Mr. Ji, Ji You must stay, sir, and help us find that wicked beast!"

He shouted and coughed violently, Qin Heng hurried forward to pat his back and said, "Father, your body is important, don't get too excited."

Shen Qing leaned against the window and watched with cold eyes. Qin Zhengming finally stopped coughing after a while, and raised his head to meet Black Snake's cold eyes. ... Oh, I made Mr. Ji laugh."

"Since Mr. Qin is not in good health, he should take more rest."

Shen Qing said lightly, "I can't find any clues for now, I need time."

"no problem!"

Qin Zhengming responded immediately, and then added hesitantly, "But I hope you can hurry up. After all, like you said, my father can't last that long."

"He won't die if I'm here."

"With your guarantee, I can rest assured!"

Qin Zhengming laughed, turned his head and said to Qin Heng, "Mr. Ji must be tired after driving all the way here, why don't you send him to the room to rest? By the way, all the requirements of the husband must be met, and you can't neglect others, you know?"

Qin Heng nodded: "Understood, father."

He walked to the door, stepped aside, and made a "please" gesture to Shen Qing.

The room arranged by the Qin family for Shen Qing is on the third floor, the windows are facing the continuous forest and sea, with a wide view and beautiful scenery.

"This is your room."

Qin Heng said, "We have also arranged for the young man next to you, who is next door to you. And, if you need anything, you can mention it to me at any time."

"Well, thank you."

Shen Qing sat on the sofa and casually flipped through a few pages of the book.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Qin Heng smiled, turned around and exited, and closed the door.

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, and when they could not be heard at all, Shen Qing bent her knuckles and knocked on the wooden window frame.

A cluster of branches protruded from the outside, and the boy crawled through the window with a grunt, rolled over and landed on the floor, standing up straight.

Fu Hua said: "Master Mo Snake, I think this Qin family is really about to decline. Among so many people, only Qin Heng's aptitude is not bad, and the others are not as good as me."

"There is another person, you can't see it."

"Is that Qin Mo?"

Fu Hua said, "But he's not a demon catcher, he's just an ordinary person."

Shen Qing flicked the book slightly, shook her head, and didn't speak.

Fu Hua didn't notice his strangeness, and continued: "But although he is an ordinary person, he is the head of the Qin family."

"Homeowner?"

Shen Qing said, "Why?"

"Probably because the Qin family has declined in the demon catcher's side, but it is the leader in the business world."

Fu Hua said, "The Qin family's business empire was built by Qin Mo alone. He speaks very powerfully in the Qin family, but—"

He changed the subject, and leaned into Shen Qing's ear mysteriously: "I heard that he can't do anything, hahaha, how pitiful."

Shen Qing: "...Really."

"That's right! So the Qin family is really about to fall."

Fu Hua said, "And the Qin family also has some secrets, such as that Qin Zhengming, his current wife is not his original wife, his original wife passed away after giving birth to Qin Heng, Qin Zhengming married his current wife not long after, married The girl was still pregnant at the time..."

Shen Qing interrupted: "Where did you hear this?"

"It's all on Tiandao Weibo."

Fu Hua said, "The old affairs of this kind of aristocratic family cannot be hidden from outsiders at all."

He was about to say something excitedly, but there was a knock on the door at this moment.

"Mr. Ji."

It sounded like Qin Zhengming's wife, Zheng Suqin.

Shen Qing signaled Fu Hua to turn out of the window, and went to open the door by herself——it was indeed her.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

"Is such that,"

Zheng Suqin smiled at Shen Qing, and said softly, "I want to ask Mr. if there is any preference in taste, so I can tell the kitchen to make it tonight."

Shen Qing said: "No, Madam don't need to worry about it."

"That's right, then I know."

Zheng Suqin nodded, but she didn't intend to leave. Instead, she gave Shen Qing a hesitant look, and hesitated to speak.

Shen Qing said: "What madam wants to say, just say it."

"Actually...it's nothing important."

Zheng Suqin gathered her shawl and said with a smile, "It's just that I have encountered some strange things recently. If possible, I would like to ask the master how to solve it."

"Mr. Qin is a monster catcher, he knows a lot more than me in some ways."

Shen Qing said calmly, "Besides, I see Madam's fate, this life is safe and joyful, smooth and worry-free, don't worry too much."

Zheng Suqin was still a little dissatisfied when she heard the first half of his sentence, but her eyes lit up when she heard the second half, and even her smile became more sincere: "If that's the case, then I'll borrow my husband's good words."

She thanked Shen Qing, took a step back and was about to leave, when she turned around, Shen Qing suddenly noticed something, and said, "Wait, madam, do you want to hear me tell a story?"

Zheng Suqin stopped, turned around and said with a smile, "Oh, what kind of story is it?"

"It's the story of a man who murdered his wife,"

Shen Qing said lightly, "There was a married man who killed his wife for some unknown reason. For a few days after his wife died, he felt very heavy on his body, as if something was pressing on him. One day the man really Couldn't stand it, so I looked in the mirror—and guess what?"

Zheng Suqin's smile froze for no reason: "How is it?"

"It's not really that bad,"

Shen Qing smiled slightly, "The man saw his wife in the mirror. It turns out that his wife has been lying on his back and watching him quietly for the past few days, and never left."

"...Ji, Mr. Ji is really humorous."

After a brief silence, Zheng Suqin barely maintained a smile on her face, and took a few steps back.

"I remembered that I still have something to do. Don't bother Mr. Ji. Goodbye."

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry, Shen Qing half leaned against the door and watched her back, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

The sun was shining on a corner of the corridor, and Zheng Suqin's back lay a dark shadow... like a motionless person.