A lot of curiosity and questions surged in Jiang Wuqi's mind. He seemed to no longer care about the poisonous needle inserted into his heart. At this time, he only thought about learning magic, thinking about immortality, and thinking about being omnipotent in heaven and earth.

The night had completely darkened, and there was only a bright moon and a few stars in the sky.

Jiang Wuqi and Zhang Fangyi drove out of the mountains, passed through layers of dense jungle, and arrived at the nearest urban area. However, the vehicle showed no sign of slowing down at all. Jiang Wuqi didn't ask any questions, just as if asking

It's like asking in vain. If you ask, you may not be able to tell. Anyway, the outcome is already determined.

The car did not stop in the city, but took the shortest route through the city, and then passed through a muddy road in the countryside. There were no lights on a few small houses in the distance, and there were not a few vehicles on the road. The car was shaking.

It was shaking wildly and seemed to have gone through a lot of "tasks".

"We are almost there." Zhang Fang said.

"We've been driving for five hours, why don't we take the highway? This is a rickety, rural road and a dirt road."

"You will know later." Zhang Fangyi said nothing more.

The car driven by Zhang Fangyi passed through the country road again and came to a town.

From the moonlight, Jiang Wuqi vaguely saw the words "Mingjiang City" written on the road monument he passed.

"We're here, get off the car."

"Where are you?"

"Nishijibu."

After hearing this, Jiang Wuqi immediately opened the car door and got out of the car. He had been curious along the way as to what kind of place the West Temple Department was. Such an ancient organization had aroused Jiang Wuqi's curiosity.

At a glance, there was a three-story foreign-style building in front of him that looked like the style of the Republic of China. Jiang Wuqi looked around and saw that the surrounding area seemed very empty and there were no people nearby. It seemed that he was on the edge of Mingjiang City.

"Is this it?" Jiang Wuqi pointed to the foreign-style building in front of him without any lights on.

Jiang Wuqi thought to himself, "What is this? Such a shabby place doesn't have a place like my crematorium."

"Otherwise, let's go in."

Zhang Fang walked towards the foreign-style building as soon as he took a step, waving for Jiang Wuqi to follow.

Jiang Wuqi was a little reluctant at this moment. He began to wonder if what Zhang Fangyi had told him before was lying to him. He felt that this place was too shabby. The promised "salary" for taking on tasks was gold coins.

It didn't look like a wealthy place. It was only ten o'clock and there were no lights on, which added to the weird atmosphere.

Jiang Wuqi could only follow Zhang Fangyi with a slightly gloomy face.

"Dong dong dong" Zhang Fang raised his right hand and knocked hard on the door.

"Qing Ming, Zhang Fangyi." Zhang Fangyi knocked on the door several times and said to the door.

"Crunch~"

Jiang Wuqi thought to himself, "Oh my god, the sound of opening the door is starting to sound more and more like the plot of a horror movie."

The ancient door was opened from the inside, and only gusts of cold wind came forward.

Jiang Wuqi poked his head and looked around, only to see an empty hall with a large table, and a few candles burning on the table flickering brightly and dimly.

"What? This is Nishijibu? I feel like this place is so scary, like a haunted house."

"This is the headquarters of Nishijibu. The company is in another place. It's just a cover."

As soon as Zhang Fang finished speaking, he led Jiang Wuqi into the West Temple Department, passed the hall, and went up the stairs on the right to the second floor.

The West Temple does not look very big from the outside, but the actual area inside the house is still amazing. The first floor may be two to three thousand square meters. Once Jiang Wuqi and Zhang Fang went up to the second floor, they found a long and narrow corridor with some

There are about ten or twenty rooms.

"Not to mention, this foreign-style building doesn't look big from the outside, but it's quite spacious inside." Jiang Wuqi said.

"Let's go, talk less and do more." Zhang Fangyi replied coldly.

Zhang Fangyi led Jiang Wuqi to the last door in the corridor and stopped.

Zhang Fangyi faced Jiang Wuqi and pointed at the door of this room.

"This room is the information office. Newcomers must come here to register information. You will come here often in the future. If you have any information or cases that cannot be found on weekdays, you can come to this place to retrieve it, but you must first have permission.

Only then can we retrieve it.”

Jiang Wuqi nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Zhang Fang knocked on the door, waited for three or four seconds, and then opened the door.

What came into view were several surprisingly long bookcases, with countless file bags neatly stacked on them. Under a dim chandelier in the room, sitting next to a desk was a skinny man.

The pale old man was wearing an old Chinese tunic suit, and he was holding an enamel jar, shaking it in his hand.

"Uncle Liu, I'll bring the newcomer to log in information." Zhang Fang said to the old man.

After listening, the old man put down the enamel jar shaking in his hand. He did not answer Zhang Fanyi, but walked to the other side of the desk, opened the bottom drawer, took out a form from it, and placed it on the table.

on the desk.

"Fill it in." The old man said coldly, as if there was no trace of life in his tone.

Zhang Fang waved his hand to Jiang Wuqi and motioned for Jiang Wuqi to go forward and fill it out.

Jiang Wuqi came to the desk, picked up the information form, looked at it carefully, and became confused. There were only a few blanks on the entire information form, and the top ones were "Name", "Date of Birth" and "Place of Place".

"Inscription", and then there is a fill-in-the-blank space that takes up most of the page, without any remarks.

Jiang Wuqi didn't think much, just picked up the pen on the side and wrote down his name and date of birth.

"I am an orphan, and I don't know where I am from." Jiang Wuqi looked at Zhang Fangyi and said.

"Just write about the place where you grew up." Zhang Fangyi said.

Jiang Wuqi turned around and wrote three familiar words, New City.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Zhang Fangyi behind him again, with his left index finger pointing to the large blank space on the information table.

"What is written here?"

"Okay, no need to write, someone will write it for you in the future." As soon as Zhang Fang finished speaking, he picked up the information form in Jiang Wuqi's hand and handed it to the Uncle Liu he was talking about.

Uncle Liu didn't say anything. He took the information form from Zhang Fangyi with one hand and waved with the other hand to indicate that the two of them could leave.

Zhang Fangyi didn't stop for a moment, patted Jiang Wuqi's shoulder, and the two quickly left the room and closed the door.

Outside the information office, Zhang Fangyi led Jiang Wuqi toward the stairs at the other end.

At this time, Jiang Wuqi poked Zhang Fangyi's back with his finger.

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Why don't any of you speak much? Are you required? You always make gestures."

Zhang Fangyi smiled.

"When we usually do tasks, we often have to stay hidden and make as little noise as possible to avoid alerting the target and avoid being noticed by ordinary people."

"Because most ordinary people are very curious, they can easily get involved and lose their lives in vain."

Jiang Wuqi stared at Zhang Fangyi with his eyes wide open, then stretched out his right hand and pointed at himself.

"Is it like me?" Jiang Wuqi said.

"Ha" Zhang Fang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"You are lucky enough to still be alive. Moreover, I am amazed by your skeleton. You are truly a unique martial arts prodigy, so you are allowed to live well. Otherwise, I can wait for that ghost spirit to also take the money."

I'll come in and deal with your little naughty thing."

Jiang Wuqi also had a dark face and lowered his head when he heard this.

"Then I'm quite grateful to you for allowing me to live and be your dog."

Zhang Fangyi was smiling all over his face and patted Jiang Wuqi's shoulder.

"Just stay alive, just stay alive, don't thank me."

The two people, one with a dark face and the other with a smiling face, walked slowly towards the end of the corridor on the other side and the stairs leading to the third floor.

At this time, in the information office room.

Under the dim light, the old man picked up the information form that Jiang Wuqi had just filled out. He just kept looking at the three words "Jiang Wuqi" on the information form and murmuring to himself.

"The wait is finally here. I hope you can make it to the end without wasting so many people's hard work and many years of time."

After the old man finished talking to himself, he stood up and walked to the bookcase. He took out a brand new empty file bag and put Jiang Wuqi's information form in it. Then, he was still sitting at the desk, shaking the old enamel file in his hand.
Chapter completed!