An Xiaoyue seemed to sense Chen Yan's worry, and whispered: "The ones I selected are all professionals, and their strength is definitely above the standard. I used my master's reputation to call them here. Normally, these national treasures will not be taken care of easily.
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Chen Yan was slightly stunned.
The female marshal actually called these people national treasures.
Could it be that I really underestimated everyone in the world?
Time is running out.
There is already a helicopter waiting at the airport.
Immediately get on the helicopter again and head to an unknown destination.
When we were waiting to land, there were still several guides from the Northwest Army on the ground leading the way.
During this period, An Xiaoyue had already called people from the Northwest Army and made a simple request to them: try to find some of Yuan Mu's blood, hair, and things belonging to the body. If not, the underwear he had worn would be enough.
Can make.
A soldier from the Northwest Army brought a box to Chen Yan.
He said respectfully: "Lord Demon King, there are the young marshal's clothes, a cigarette butt, and a hair inside. We are short of time and can only find so much for the time being."
Chen Yan nodded solemnly: "Although one hair is missing, having this thing serves as a pointer, which is much more reliable than searching like a headless fly without a target."
An Xiaoyue has seen Chen Yan perform Thousand Miles of Searching and has a deep understanding of it.
Xia Houjiao ran over with excitement on her face: "What do you want Yuan Mu's hair for? How to open a altar?"
Xie Zi, a young woman with big breasts and a round butt, also looked at Chen Yan's face curiously and said, "I heard in Maimen that there is a Xuanmen technique called Qianli Xunzong. You can rely on the blood of the target person to determine the direction and distance. You
It would be even better to be able to use hair to find the whereabouts of Marshal Yuan."
The girl Hokage said: "You can find someone with just such a hair? I don't believe it!"
Ji Tianze said calmly: "Although Xuanmen is a side sect and cannot be brought to the forefront, if it can be effective, it will save us a lot of effort."
Chen Yan automatically ignored the last great master's statement.
He bit his finger, drew a blood talisman on his palm, and then put the hair on it.
Soon, a faint bloody arrow appeared.
"In the east!" Chen Yan said.
"Uh, that's not right. Our Northwest Army's camp is in the east, so why is it in the east?" said the soldier of the Northwest Army.
Chen Yan frowned and immediately started walking around.
It's strange to say that as he moves around, the arrows in his palms are constantly changing.
The Hokage shook his head and said: "You are making me dizzy. This mysterious secret method is totally fake. Let's just kill it!"
Ji Tian was a little disappointed: "It seems I still have to take action."
Chen Yan looked at Yuan Mu's personal soldier: "Where did you find this hair?"
The soldier said: "I found it with great difficulty on the ground in the young marshal's room."
"This is your hair!"
Chen Yan ended Thousand Miles of Search angrily and there was no need to continue. The arrow pointed at the soldier every time. Comparing the hair of the two, they were almost the same.
The soldier was stunned for a moment, then thought carefully and said, "It seems... it's my hair. The young marshal's hair is longer than mine, and he doesn't have it this short."
The Hokage immediately complained: "You are really confused as a soldier. You can't figure out whose hair is whose hair. You can go and resign. Staying in the army is a waste of food."
The soldier's face instantly turned pale and embarrassed.
Chen Yan glanced at the Hokage. He was young and sweet-looking, but he didn't expect to have a sharp tongue.
The hair is not Yuan Mu’s;
Cigarette butts can be ignored and are basically useless;
There is only one set of clothes left, which is of no use for a thousand-mile journey. I can only use a hexagram to vaguely find the direction.