After returning to the ground, Huang Qianqian and his party from the Cheng family rushed to Tianjin Port, where the Cheng family is located.

She convened a meeting of her clansmen in the name of her father, and secretly assigned Ran Juan to mark their identities, preparing to catch them all. Those who did not come with excuses were recorded one by one, and she tried to find a way to identify them.

After three days of busy work, Huang Qianqian compiled the list of parasites.

The moment the list was expanded, the little girl Huang Qianqian, who had just been critically attacked by Sanguan at the Qinglong Ruins, fell into grief again.

"Qianqian, since it is a fact, don't be too sad. We will always be by your side to support you in clearing up your family." Ran Juan and Shi Lian spoke softly to each other to comfort each other.

This list is shocking. She calculated that about 70% of the core members were parasitized. The collateral families were slightly better, with nearly half of the members suffering from this poison. It didn't matter whether the vassal family was parasitized or not. Anyway, they had to listen to the master's family.

If you follow orders, the situation of being parasitized will be less serious.

“Where do I start?”

Although Huang Qianqian's family is the core of the Cheng family, it is not in the power pyramid. There is no problem in moving around or mobilizing resources and manpower on weekdays. But if you want to kill or imprison the parasitic tribesmen in large numbers, the action is too big, and you will be attacked if you are not careful.

The parasite bites back.

If the plan is not thorough enough, as long as one of the parasites knows the inside story and tips it off to others, the operation will fail. By then, Huang Qianqian's family will be left alone, and may be ruined and may be expelled from the family.

Huang Qianqian has no deep locks. In just one month, she seems to have grown twenty years old. The black hair on her head has a faint white color hidden deep in it.

"Qianqian, don't worry. I think it took more than a day or two for this organization to infiltrate the Cheng family. It's unlikely that they will be completely liquidated in the short term." Shi Lian assisted from the side. After a moment, she added: "I think it's clear that they should be liquidated."

I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Cheng family to rely on our family's little manpower and prestige, otherwise we should seek help from outsiders."

"Who are you looking for?" Huang Qianqian's eyes flashed with light.

Ran Juan was silent for a long time and made a suggestion: "What do you think of the Zi family?"

Before Huang Qianqian could speak, Shi Lian was the first to jump out and object: "No, the Zi family and our Cheng family are both ranked three under the Nine Prisons, and their strength is equal to ours. Maybe people from the Qionglong Organization have also infiltrated into it. We have not

How much time does it take to distinguish one by one? Moreover, it is not the worst thing to ask for reinforcements without realizing the effect. What if they take this opportunity to annex the Cheng family? "

Everyone in the room was silent.

"If the Zi family is not good, how about the Qingmen?" Huang Qianqian asked again.

Ran Juan shook her head. "Qingmen and our Cheng family have always been on friendly terms, and they won't take action."

This won't work, that won't work either, Huang Qianqian couldn't think of a better helper at the moment.

Shi Lian was still smart. She slammed the table and shouted: "Look for the Night Messenger. Didn't Hei Zhuo save us? I think he will be willing."

This time Huang Qianqian's head shook even more.

"Qianqian, don't you agree that Hei Mao is willing to help us?"

"No," Huang Qianqian sighed deeply, her eyes filled with melancholy: "I have always believed that the Gui-hunting Team, Hei Yuan, and the Dark Night Messenger Hei Zhuo will not be opponents of the evil god."

The woman looked up in the direction of the Qinglong ruins and said sadly: "The war should have started. I think most of them will die in the tomb."

Will die, this is a wall that weighs on Huang Qianqian's heart, even if Hei Zhuo once rescued them from prison. She still does not believe that Hei Zhuo and others will be the opponents of the evil god.

Shi Lian and Ran Juan also fell silent, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, someone suddenly broke into the secret room.

"Miss, something big...something big...is bad!" The man kept gasping.

"What's the matter? Speak slowly."

After a while, the man continued: "The spies we sent to the tribe came to report that they saw Huang Ruijun carrying two people into the tribe. The spies were worried that something would happen and followed him, and saw... saw the former head of the family, Huang Qi."

"What?" Huang Qianqian and others were shocked, "Then the spy got it right? Is he really the former head of Huang Qi's family?"

The man hurriedly replied: "You can't be wrong. Miss, look, he even secretly took photos."

Huang Qianqian grabbed the phone and opened the photo album tremblingly. Sure enough, she found a secret photo with dim lighting and a tricky angle. In the photo, two people were lying at Huang Ruijun's feet, talking to Huang Qi, the former head of the Cheng family.

There are 3 photos in total. In the last one, the former head of the family, Huang Qi, opened the formation and let 3 people enter.

"No, Huang Ruijun is in danger." A flash of inspiration reminded Huang Qianqian that this matter was no small matter.

Not only do they think that the former head of the family, Huang Qi, who has been dead for many years, is still alive and well, it seems that his youngest son is not simply going to visit his father.

Huang Qianqian and Mingrui, who climbed out from the cliff of death, noticed that Huang Ruijun had a kind of Ling Ran who looked down upon death.

"Qianqian, what do you want to do?" Shilian asked worriedly.

Huang Qianqian ran out of ideas and ran around in circles in a hurry.

"I want to go to the clan land."

Everyone who heard this was frightened. Shi Lian hurriedly stopped him and said: "No, you can't go. With your force, I'm afraid the creatures that haven't reached the 7th floor of the formation will be killed. I won't allow you to go."

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"Yes, Qianqian, don't be willful. This matter is beyond our capabilities. I think we should ask for foreign help."

Someone came up with an idea and said: "Let's just inform the Black Clan together with the matter of purging the clan members and ask them to take action."

"That's right, the Hei Clan's attacks are almost guaranteed."

"Qianqian, calm down. Even if Hei Mao and the others have no chance of winning, the Hei clan still has the Twelve Hall Guards and Elders, and they will not just sit idly by."

After several rounds of persuasion, Huang Qianqian finally regained her senses.

"You are right, we should really seek help from the Black Clan for this matter. Regardless of the prestige or the importance we attach to this matter, the Black Clan is the best choice. But I..."

"Qianqian, I know what you are worried about. The Hei tribe has always been strict, and the Qionglong organization is targeting them. I believe that the Hei tribe will not sit idly by and ignore it. Let's try it. If it doesn't work, we will think of a solution."

Huang Qianqian was convinced by his subordinate's words.

"Okay, I listen to you, I will find a way to contact people from the Black Clan."

After calming down, Huang Qianqian's actions were astonishing. She thought for a moment and decided to still contact Hei Zhuo. If he didn't reply for a long time or died in the Qinglong Ruins, she would think of other ways.

To her surprise, the message she sent was quickly responded to.

Hei Zhuo's words were very simple: "You don't need to worry about Huang Ruijun's matter. Just cover up the real information as much as possible. I have reported the plan to eliminate the Cheng family to the Hei clan elders. We will discuss it in detail in Tianjin and Hong Kong in three days."

Huang Qianqian looked at the phone, her hands trembling uncontrollably, and her eyes aroused ripples in circles. She was moved by the seriousness of the other party, and also noticed the determination and calmness in the other party's tone.

"They won't die, they won't die."

"Very good."

A wave of confidence emerged spontaneously.

"Mr. Heizhuo is willing to take action. I'm going to start preparations."

Then, she followed Hei Mao's instructions and asked her subordinates to take action...

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Qinglong Tomb.

Qingyou flew quickly with the members of the search team on his back, spanning most of the space, and finally landed at the edge of the battle center.

"We can't get any closer. Once Mr. Hei Zhuo takes action and our ancestor leaves the fighting area, I will carry him here."

The three little ones were asleep in the arms of Shui Danzhi and Fatty. Little Hei, who was the least injured, woke up first.

"Xiao Hei, are you awake?"

"Where's the master?"

"Can you talk?" The fat man was shocked. When they were at the entrance of an abandoned mine, the three little ones were lost. When they were found, they had been restrained and could not speak.

"Hmm..." Xiao Hei responded weakly.

"Heiyuan and Senior Brother have gone to find trouble with the evil god. Are the restrictions on you imposed by the Azure Dragon Ancestor?"

Xiao Hei nodded slightly.

Shui Danzhi asked: "Do you know what breed Xiao Hui is? It is too seriously injured. We must know what race it comes from and unlock the restrictions before we can treat it."

"White Tiger."

"White Tiger!"

Everyone was very surprised and looked at the gray-haired puppy.

The white tiger looks like this, which really damages its reputation for being fierce.

Xiao Hei closed his eyes again tiredly. He didn't have much energy to tell everyone the ins and outs, so he could only wait.

"Five holy beasts, the ancestor of the green dragon, the white tiger Xiao Hui, the unicorn Xiao Hei, the Xuanwu elder Xuanwu Moo, and Dangkang to make up the numbers." The fat man listed them one by one with his fingers.

When Kangkang heard that he was only used to draw numbers, he opened his eyes and stared at his master with tears in his eyes.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you just trying to make up the numbers? Close your eyes and rest."

Kangkang snorted reluctantly and got into Lan Lan's arms for comfort.

"Didn't the White Tiger clan disappear 5,000 years ago? Why did they appear again?" Heilan asked curiously.

"Xiao Hui is probably the only remaining member of this clan, similar to the Dangkang clan." Qing You, the youngest warrior of the Dragon clan, spoke.

Everyone nodded, quite surprised.

Ancient mythical beasts that have been missing for thousands of years have appeared one after another.
To be continued...