The photo taken is exactly the sword in the Zhongzhou University Museum.
The one that Chu Tianshu just secretly took away.
Guard Liang Shan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, that's the knife."
"I missed it...I didn't expect to miss it so much..."
Gong Yunhai put away his phone and said he missed it, but there was no trace of depression on his expression.
Gong Yunhai's eyes flashed brightly, and he murmured to himself: "This is easy to handle... Anyone who offends me will all die..."
Looking at Gong Yunhai, Yan Nujiao and Liang Shan both looked puzzled.
Yan Nujiao pursed her lips and said, "I think the people who framed you are most likely Gong Gaishi and Gong Yunyi."
"You can even guess with your toes that it's them."
Gong Yunhai gritted his teeth, "If the old man hadn't still opened his eyes, I would have killed these two bastards long ago."
He looked disdainful: "Two losers, they can't show me in front of the old man, they can't do me in business, even if they pick up girls, they can only eat dust from behind my ass, you still want to challenge me?"
Yan Nujiao laughed along with him but said nothing.
Gong Yunhai said in a deep voice: "I have something important to do and I have to leave."
A flash of surprise flashed in Yan Nujiao's eyes.
However, she and Kuai still nodded and said, "Yes, but I have to ask Mr. Gong to give me an excuse."
"Easy to say."
Gong Yunhai curled up his lips and cut Yan Nujiao's neck with his palm.
Yan Nujiao's vision went dark, and her body sank softly into the seat.
Then, Gong Yunhai pointed two fingers at the necks of the driver and co-pilot in front.
Gong Yunhai quickly ran forward, turned the steering wheel to pull the car over, and then pulled the handbrake.
The tires rub against the ground, making a screeching sound.
The speed of the car slowed down, Gong Yunhai opened the car door and ran into the darkness.
The two cars in front and behind stopped one after another, but Gong Yunhai had disappeared.
Gong Yunhai walked some distance away, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said quietly: "Dear Earl, I want to see the Duke."
…
After learning that Gong Yunhai had escaped, Zhong Chuxi said "wanted" in a cold tone, and then continued the search.
Chu Tianshu smiled. Zhong Chuxi had already taken this possibility into consideration when handing Gong Yunhai over to Yan Nujiao.
She just wanted to make Gong Yunhai's crime even worse.
Zhong Chuxi led people to search Gong Yunhai's villa inside and out. In addition to some contraband and a few stunned girls, they also found several men and women who were privately imprisoned in the basement. They were all because of competition in the shopping mall.
Or a personal grudge was brought in by Gongyun Customs.
Zhong Chuxi gritted her teeth secretly and said bitterly: "I must take him to task."
…
Late at night, on an isolated island in the sea.
Deep in a vast and dense forest, there is a towering castle.
In front of the door stand two stone sculptures that are two meters high.
However, the shape of the stone carving is not a common lion, but a strange bird.
It is very similar to the phoenix in myths and legends, but not exactly the same.
A small helicopter roared over and landed in the wide square paved with marble.
The plane stalled, and Gong Yunhai opened the door and jumped out.
He flew the helicopter himself.
At the gate of the castle, which was more than three meters high, stood an old man in a brocade robe, looking at Gong Yunhai expressionlessly.
Gong Yunhai hurried over to greet him, clasped his fists and saluted, and shouted: "Your Majesty the Earl."
The man nodded lightly: "Come in."
In the castle's spacious hall, which covers thousands of square meters, each of the paintings hanging on the walls is a priceless original.
The hall is full of simple and exquisite silver candlesticks. Hundreds of candles illuminate the hall as bright as day, making people feel like they have entered ancient times.
The earl pointed to the rosewood chair, and Gong Yunhai sat down obediently, as docile as a primary school student meeting his teacher.
Upstairs, a silver-haired woman wearing a low-cut palace dress similar to the Tang Dynasty style, with a large expanse of snow-white skin rippling on her chest, was walking into a dark room.
In the spacious room of hundreds of square meters, there is only one large solid wood bed.
The bed was covered with soft velvet and there was a pillow at one end.
A silver-haired old man wearing a purple brocade robe was looking at the LCD TV on the wall.
On the TV, news footage from the Zhongzhou University Museum was playing.
The silver-haired woman bowed and said respectfully: "Father, Gong Yunhai is here."
The old man nodded and picked up a goblet from the small table next to the sofa.
In the glass is bright red wine.
He gently shook the goblet, and every movement was full of elegant aristocratic atmosphere.
This kind of aristocratic temperament cannot be learned, but has been cultivated since childhood and infiltrated in his bones.
The old man took a sip of wine and said, "A holy bird appeared in the East, and now a holy sword appears in the ancient tomb in Zhongzhou..."
There was an expression of leisurely fascination in his eyes: "Does the appearance of the holy artifact herald the rise of my undead tribe?"
The silver-haired woman's eyes also shone: "Father, I believe this day will not be too far away."
The old man walked out: "Come with me to meet that Gong Yunhai."
In the living room, the earl asked someone to bring tea to Gong Yunhai.
Gong Yunhai stood up quickly and took it with both hands.
At this time, a long-lasting and gentle voice came from above their heads: "Hello, Mr. Gong."
Gong Yunhai turned around and saw an old man with silver hair and purple brocade robe floating down the stairs.
He had indeed floated down, with his feet half a meter above the ground.
Gong Yunhai couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.
After reacting, he hurriedly stood up from his chair, bowed and saluted: "Hello, my dear Duke."
After the earl saluted the duke, he bowed to the silver-haired woman who came down the stairs and introduced to Gong Yunhai: "This is the Duke's daughter, Marquis Caiwei."
Gong Yunhai hurriedly bowed to the silver-haired woman and saluted: "Hello, Lord Marquis."
The Duke floated to the sofa and sat down, and said: "Please take a seat, guest from afar."
The earl quickly asked Gong Yunhai to sit down again.
The expressionless Marquis Caiwei stood behind the Duke.
Feeling the Duke's eyes on him, Gong Yunhai felt a little scared in his heart.
He knew that the man in front of him, who was as elegant as a noble in every move he made, was not a gentleman, but the Duke of the Undead, the top being of the Undead.
The Duke looked at Gong Yunhai and said in a calm voice: "Mr. Gong, what do you think of us undead?"
Gong Yunhai said without hesitation: "The undead are a noble and magical race."
The Duke narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't you think we are monsters who can't see the light?"
Gong Yunhai said respectfully: "Those are the narrow views of secular people. Just the long lifespan of the undead, I don't know how many people envy it. This is a privilege that only the legendary gods have."