Although Song Chengyue didn't directly listen to the table monster's words, he still paid some attention.

He has known the table monster for a long time, and this guy has been around for a long time. As far as he knows, the table monster has sent away at least three or four commanders.

At least, this is only clearly confirmed, and I haven't heard the table monster mention it further.

Even the table monster is a little panicked now. He wants to leave Daqian but dare not say anything. The problem must be very serious.

Song Chengyue thought about it and realized that he actually had nothing to regret in his life.

He has children and grandchildren, and he is also a very popular minister, a veteran of two dynasties.

If he died in the position of commander of the Jin Yiwei, that would be considered a normal ending.

He really didn't care too much whether he was going to die again.

It is impossible for him to defect. There is no reason that he has survived the most difficult days and now has the reputation of a traitor.

However, the table monster did help him a lot. If there is danger, it must be extremely dangerous.

After thinking about it, Song Chengyue sighed secretly.

Forget it, if he was really going to die, he would have secretly sent the table monster away before he died. It wouldn't be in vain that he had known him for so many years. He had helped him a lot.

The only place that can be sent is Jinlan Mountain.

There are already a lot of strange things in Jinlan Mountain. Qing Ziyu can even make friends with a notorious Jinyiwei commander like him, so if he takes in a table monster who is not a big threat, it shouldn't be a big problem.

With this matter settled in his mind, Song Chengyue continued to deal with the rumors told by the new emperor.

As for what the table monster said, some of his Jin Yiwei were incited to rebel by Da Dui, and he didn't want to investigate.

After briefly recalling the list of people who had not returned, and thinking about the backgrounds of these people, Song Chengyue felt that it was better to just pretend that he didn't know. He might not have much time left to live, so he just wanted to protect these people for the last time. .

After coming out of here, I also specifically told my subordinates that those who did not come back this time should remember to give them pensions, and they should pay no less.

Song Chengyue staggered away, and the table monster in the room looked a little complicated as he heard Song Chengyue's voice looming in the distance.

He was once willing to talk too much to remind Song Chengyue to prevent Song Chengyue from dying inexplicably.

In fact, it is really because I have been in contact with him for too long and I know Song Chengyue too well.

Song Chengyue had an advantage that the previous commanders did not have. At least he would not cheat his own people. Sometimes he would suffer losses, but he would always protect his own people.

Of course, this is also a shortcoming. Song Chengyue was almost used as a breakthrough point to deal with him back then.

This is also the reason why the table monster is willing to believe in Song Chengyue.

At least Song Chengyue will definitely not harm it.

Now seeing Song Chengyue's behavior of not listening, asking, or investigating, the table monster knew that even if Song Chengyue didn't know the deep inside story at all, he was probably ready to die, and he was very open-minded.

In fact, to be able to relax like this, I must have already thought about how to arrange it.

And it is definitely not to destroy it, but a better way to deal with it is to send it to a place where it is absolutely safe and has no worries.

Is Jinlan Mountain a forbidden area?

The eyes of the table monster are extremely complex. It understands Song Chengyue's various little habits and various reactions to things...

But the more this happened, the more it couldn't bear it anymore.

What the hell are you doing! What the hell are you doing!

What kind of ghost emperors are they!

An old emperor who is so hidden that it barely understands it. Only a few things will make it feel that it is best to just pretend to be dead here.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, I thought it would be similar to when he was the prince, but I didn't expect that it would be deeper.

He is simply a madman who is extremely sane and extremely crazy.

Whatever the new emperor does, it won't be too surprised.

To be honest, it is more afraid of madmen than ruthless people, because the latter are completely unpredictable.

In addition, there has been a lot of information about the old emperor recently, as well as some extremely sensitive information about the two emperors. If it accidentally learned it, the table monster was really scared.

For the first time in my life, I was afraid that I knew too much.

The table monster thought for a long time, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

From the moment it took the initiative to persuade Song Chengyue to defect in spite of the disapproval of the world, there was no way out.

When Song Chengyue came back, the face of the table monster still did not disappear. When Song Chengyue sat down, it began to breathe, and the spiritual energy around it was continuously being swallowed by it.

This table, which usually had nothing out of the ordinary, began to have a hint of aura at this moment, and began to show a trace of visible extraordinaryness.

Song Chengyue glanced at it.

"What are you doing?"

"I will borrow your identity, otherwise someone will find out that I am devouring spiritual energy, so I have to make some small preparations."

"Can you still absorb spiritual energy to practice? Didn't you use it before?"

"It wasn't necessary before, it was just to keep a low profile."

The table monsters all groaned and started practicing wholeheartedly. Since Song Chengyue was here, no one would suspect it.

As the table monster began to devour the spiritual energy, a large net invisible to ordinary people began to spread from here to the distance.

The dense network spread all the way to the entire Daqian. It still did not stop, but spread farther away. As soon as it left Daqian, the density plummeted.

It is like an orb spider that has weaved a web, lying quietly on the web, waiting patiently.

Yu Ziqing stayed on a table in the health club. After a faint flash of spiritual light, he disappeared.

On the Qianxi border, poor families in the very border area are relocating their families.

The old man with a wrinkled face was about to take one last look at the bare-walled house when he saw a glimmer of light emerging from an old table.

After the aura appeared, it lingered for a long time. When the old man walked to the table and stretched out his hand to touch the wooden table, the aura slowly dissipated.

The old man looked at the wooden table. It had been patinated for a long time, and obvious traces of ink penetration could be seen on it. The carvings on the waistband had long been blurred.

The old man confirmed that he had read correctly. He hesitated for a moment and then summoned his son.

"Bring this table with you, too. I used this table to learn writing when I was a kid, but unfortunately I didn't learn a few big characters. Take it with you to remember it."

The people who came in hesitated for a moment, but said nothing. They brought almost nothing big, and judging from the old man's expression, no one dared to refuse...

The table was loaded onto the carriage and set off with the convoy.

The next journey to the nearest city of Dadui may take ten days and a half.

But as long as you enter Dadui, it is considered safe.

The border has become increasingly unsafe recently, and many monks are afraid to enter Dadui rashly. Some of them are not worthy of publicity and have begun to harm the people on the Qianxi border.

Their entire village moved together this time.

An ordinary table was brought to Dadui, and soon the people who had explored the way before came to take care of it.

There are also some Dadui people doing routine checks.

When one of the Riddler's peripheral informants inspected the table, his eyes were dazzled and he saw that among the scrawled marks on the table, some marks seemed to become prominent inexplicably, and a faint spiritual light followed those specific marks. Traces flashed by.

[To be honest, I’ve been using @ lately

Every generation of people learn and practice calligraphy on it, and leave it as a thought.

If you like it, you can take it back and give it to your children at home to see a good omen."

There was a sigh in the old man's tone. He didn't care too much about whether the table was expensive or what was hidden there. He was even worried that the table was too expensive.

Old people who have lived a whole life are still not deaf, blind or confused, so they are naturally more enlightened than young people.

The informant nodded.

"It can be seen that the pen and ink are soaked in it. The old man also comes from a scholarly family. So, just treat it like I bought it..."

"You can't use it. It's worthless things made by country people. You don't need to spend money on them. You can just take them away. It's too heavy for us to keep and we can't bear to lose them on the road."

The old man insisted on not accepting any money and would only give it away without selling it.

The informant sent someone to take the table away without saying anything, but within the scope of his rights, he placed it in a relatively good place for the elderly people.

The new village is located close to a place where elixirs are grown. It will be relatively safer here, and those who are near the water and towers will be first come first, so there will definitely be more opportunities in this village in the future.

The old man never told anyone that the table might be a treasure.

People at home and in the same village also thought that the old man was leaning on a broken table, so they struck up a conversation and gave these people in the same village and the same surname a better one. Everyone was happy.

The informant took the table and went to meet his supervisor immediately.

If you were someone from other places, you really wouldn't care so much, but this is The Riddler. The style where you only have one sentence and the rest is all up to you to guess and make the decision is too Riddler.

The old table covered with scratches was moved to the Riddler, and they saw the fleeting words again.

In just a few days, this broken table went through many tests and appeared in front of Jia Shisi...

Because no one can understand how that word appeared, except for a fleeting flash of inspiration every time, after which the table is just an ordinary table.

"Tell me, who are you? You have gone through so much trouble to contact me."
To be continued...