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Chapter 543: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)

Twenty-first floor.

It was still that meeting room-like place.

The tragedy that occurred in the early morning forced the relevant personnel to gather together again to discuss the punishment of Song Yuesheng.

They didn't know her name, so they called her "Black Umbrella Girl".

They came up with many methods of revenge, from joint attacks, to poisoning, to killing and then decomposing the bodies.

The most capable people have not expressed their opinions.

Until someone turned their attention to the male protagonists and tried to get them to deal with the girl with the black umbrella.

He Xiubai sneered: "I told you to get rid of those things. If they can come once, there will be countless times in the future. If you want to solve it forever, you have to shut those things down completely."

Sheng Qiwen curled his lips and smiled helplessly.

"Boss He, are you saying this to protect your people from harm, or do you not want her to die?"

He Xiubai hit back easily: "Who do you think can defeat her with her Soul Crushing Umbrella? Her ability is weak, but as long as she has that umbrella, no succubus can hurt her."

Tang Xuning once said that the demon hunter's weapons would recognize their masters again after their masters died.

But in the past two hundred years, he has only met Song Yuesheng, who holds the Soul-Breaking Umbrella.

Maybe it existed before, but it was not widely spread.

"You can't beat him either, Mr. He?"

Someone asked this question.

He Xiubai turned his head and didn't explain clearly.

"She only stayed here for a minute or two that night. Think about how many of her fellow tribesmen were injured and vomited blood because of that umbrella."

As soon as these words were spoken, the succubi present instantly became quiet.

They didn't see with their own eyes how the Black Umbrella Woman hunted, but they were very reluctant to recall the oppression and injuries they felt that night.

If so, they might know how those hedonistic succubi died.

"What if it's a human?"

Ruan Jing had seen enough of the show, so he sat up straight and looked at the three humans sitting opposite him.

He tapped the table with his fingertips and smiled, "Since the Oneriy started sailing, you three have earned more money than you can spend in several lifetimes. Usually we contribute, so it's time for you to make some contribution."

The three of them secretly exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

It’s not like they didn’t see the human corpses in the secret passage.

What's the difference between letting them deal with such a powerful black umbrella girl and giving up their lives directly?

Ruan Jing laughed and then looked at the person sitting in the middle.

"The people who are least defensive are their own companions. I heard that your wife was almost robbed when she went to the antique shop yesterday..."

The rest is self-explanatory.

The man pursed his lips.

There are indeed spies everywhere on the island.

He looked up and asked cautiously, "What does Master Ruan want me to do?"

Ruan Jing spread his hands, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, "I don't know how you humans deal with people who cause trouble."

It's clear that he doesn't want to take responsibility.

The man was afraid but did as he was told, said "goodbye" and left.

"You're sending him to his death in vain." He Xiubai said slowly, "If you want her not to come here, you have to release everyone and stop this forever."

Ruan Jing laughed sarcastically: "Boss He, are you planning to tip off?"

"There are no blind spots in the hotel's surveillance. We have eyes everywhere on the island."

What this means is that everyone can know whether there is any tip-off.

He Xiubai stood up from his chair and looked at everyone.

"If Wu Yong dies, Zui Xiaoyao's game must stop."

Ruan Jing smiled: "She and Yang Qingqing have been friends for many years, and the person she trusts the most is the most unexpected assassin."

He Xiubai left without saying anything.

The dream lasted for ten years, and no one, from the trusted palace maid to the women who "entered the palace" at the same time, succeeded.

She was also able to figure out the patrol patterns of the guards at the edge of the dream.

It would be strange if Yang Qingqing could kill her.

**

"Ah sneeze."

Song Yuesheng covered his mouth and nose and cautiously let the two people at the door in.

Seeing her like this, Ma Jinyu said speechlessly: "Don't worry, I was very careful when I brought Yang Qingqing here, and no one followed me."

After checking that there was no one at the door, Song Yuesheng closed the door and asked the person wearing a mask.

"Where's Yang Nian?"

Yang Qingqing put the box in her hand on the table next to her, took off her mask, and said helplessly: "Yang Nian accidentally smelled the fragrance of flowers yesterday evening and fainted and woke up in the morning. She felt that what she was going to do was full of danger, so she didn't come with me."

Ma Jinyu was curious: "What kind of floral scent? Is it in this box?"

"It's best not to touch it. Yang Nian was unconscious for a whole night because he smelled the flowers in it."

When Ma Jinyu heard Yang Qingqing's words, he quickly withdrew his fingers that were eager to try just now, and his face was full of astonishment and worry.

She unconsciously took a small step back.

Then, she turned to look at Song Yuesheng with a somewhat dissatisfied look on her face: "Why did you bring such a dangerous flower to me?"

Facing Ma Jinyu's questioning, Song Yuesheng's expression remained calm.

"I want your parents to help me see what this flower is."

She unpacked the box, held her breath, took several photos of the flower that looked like a rose, and then sent them to Ma Jinyu together with the photo of the white flower.

"You put ..."

When she turned around, she saw two people hiding far away, covering their mouths and noses with cloth they got from somewhere.

Song Yuesheng held his forehead and sighed.

The fragrance of flowers cannot travel that far in a short period of time.

She covered the flowers and took them far away, and then they both came out normally.

Yang Qingqing took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Da Wan'er, you shouldn't just ask me to bring the flowers."

Song Yuesheng nodded and briefly recounted the secret passage in the early morning and the games in the hotel.

Ma Jinyu only found out yesterday that he was a demon hunter. Hearing this, he was shocked and a little scared.

She inevitably thought of her parents.

Did they also do these things without her knowing?

Ma Jinyu opened his lips and said slowly: "Song Yuesheng, will the demon hunter be hurt?"

Song Yuesheng raised her eyes slightly: "How old do you want to hear about me?"

Ma Jinyu suddenly wanted to cry.

She clenched her hands and vented her anger loudly.

"All succubi deserve to die! Why can't we unite all the demon hunters to kill them all!"

Song Yuesheng patted Ma Jinyu's shoulder to comfort her and spoke earnestly.

"Let's not talk about the difference in strength between the two tribes. If the succubus tribe is completely wiped out, the only outliers in the world will be our exorcist tribe. Based on the current situation of the demon hunters, do you think it will be better in the future?"

Ma Jinyu slumped on the sofa in frustration.

"This won't work, and that won't work. Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?"

"Negotiation." Song Yuesheng said without hesitation, "Only peace among the three tribes can solve many problems."

Yang Qingqing was stunned for a long time after hearing this.

Even Ma Jinyu, who had just learned of his identity, realized the difficulty of this matter.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Song Yuesheng glanced over warily.

Ma Jinyu quickly said, "Don't worry, it's my parents. They want to see the two flowers you photographed with their own eyes."