"Russia?" I asked a little strangely: "Don't the Sword of Dusk and the Magic Box come from Europe? What clues can you find when you go to Russia?"

The man in T-shirt responded quickly this time: "I just checked for you. The Galen family was excluded. They were forced to move out of the prosperous European cities hundreds of years ago and come to Russia. But they still couldn't gain a foothold, so they moved to the heavy snowfields in the hinterland of Siberia."

"There is a Grand Canyon called Bocanstol, which means the Demon Valley in the local language! Their family is isolated from the world and has lived alone for hundreds of years. You should discover something there. I have a friend in the northeast. You go there first, and I will ask him to lead the way. I still have something to do with you. I will solve it as soon as possible and set off to help you."

"Plus Magic Box is known as the number one evil thing in Europe. It must not be careless. If it is later, it will be even more difficult to deal with! Feeding blood alone cannot satisfy its killing intention. You set off immediately, I will arrange the matter over there for you."

I only replied with the word "okay" and put down my phone. I said to Li Mazi who was searching for news everywhere, "I want to go to Russia."

Li Mazi was stunned for a moment and didn't ask why.

We have worked together for so long and have experienced life and death. The trust between each other has completely transcended the friendship between brothers. As long as it is my decision, he never asks why. All he has only fully supported him without any condition.

"When will I leave? I'll prepare." Li Mazi replied happily.

"No need for anything else. I'll take the magic box over here. You can buy more plasma from the hospital!" I said, "If this thing goes crazy again, I can save your life. You don't have to follow me. I can't figure out the situation there now, maybe it's very dangerous."

Li Mazi opened her mouth and stopped talking, but in the end she didn't say anything.

I knew he was a little worried and worried that something would happen to me, but he really couldn't help with me, and maybe he would become a burden...

Yin Xinyue happened to go to another place with the crew. I was afraid that she would not tell her the truth, but just said she would go to Russia to do some trivial matters.

A few days later, Li Mazi used various relationships to buy plasma full of two large backpacks and helped me transport it to the northeastern border close to Russia.

Because this operation was quite dangerous and might involve some complex forces, I did not apply for a passport or go through official channels, but directly contacted the friend introduced by the T-shirt man.

Although it is late autumn in Wuhan, Heilongjiang, the northern country, is covered with silver and covered with frost.

As soon as I got off the plane, two burly men with sunglasses came forward and said respectfully: "Master Zhang, please come here."

I have known for a long time that this friend of T-shirt is very good at being a local guy and is a real big brother. These two should be his subordinates.

I was not polite at the moment and let them help me walk out of the airport with my luggage.

Eight black Hummers parked outside the airport.

The eight cars were all license plates with consecutive numbers. There were more than 30 burly men standing straight in front of the car. At the front was a middle-aged man wearing a white mink coat.

This man was about 45 or 6 years old, not tall, but very strong. A very deep fiery red scar passed by his dark face, like a big centipede lying on his face, looking both cold and fierce.

"Han Song." When the man saw me coming, he took two steps forward and reached out his hand.

"Zhang Jiulin." I held the other party's hand and also gave me a name.

The man in the T-shirt said that almost no one knew the name of the man in the local area, and even if anyone knew, he would not dare to call him. He called him Mr. Han Liu. Not only did he report my name to me, but he also made such a show to greet him personally, which shows that he respected the man in the T-shirt and was also very polite to me.

His hands are very hard and full of force. His ring finger and little finger are both broken at the same root. It seems that the background experience is very difficult.

"Get in the car and talk." This person didn't say much, his tone was very gloomy, and there was a faint smell of solemnity.

As soon as he finished speaking, a lengthened Lincoln rushed from a distance, which was extremely fast but stopped steadily in front of us.

Two black-clothed bodyguards quickly walked up and opened the car doors for us, one left and one right.

Han Song and I got on the car, Lincoln immediately rushed out, and eight Hummers also started at the same time. As the vehicle was moving, more than thirty men got on the car quickly, four of them in front and behind tightly protecting the Lincoln car we were riding in.

It was not until this time that I found three people sitting in the front seat of the car.

There was a big man in a gray-brown down jacket between the two bodyguards in black. The big man had his hands tied, a head hooded on his head, and a black cloth stuffed on his mouth, which was blocked tightly.

I was a little confused about what was going on, so I turned around and looked at Han Song.

Han Song took out two bottles of white wine from the car refrigerator, handed me a bottle, lifted the cap by himself, tilted his neck and poured half of the bottle, then waved his hand.

One of the black-clad bodyguards took off the big man's headband and pulled off the cloth that was blocking the other person's mouth.

This is a foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes.

There were three blades on his left and right faces, one finger-long, and the new flesh was turning outwards, and the blood was not dry yet, and his face was filled with panic. As soon as it was untied, he immediately said a lot.

However, he spoke Russian, and I couldn't understand it.

Han Song pointed at him and said, "He is a snake head. Luo Yafu entered China through him. He said he only knew that Luo Yafu had been to the Demon Valley, and he didn't know anything else. Do you have anything else to ask him?"

After hearing him, I was very surprised. I didn't expect that the man in T-shirt had told him so much, let alone that this guy's method was so fierce that he had found the snake head before I came.

"Do you know where the Demon Valley is?" I asked.

After the black-clothed bodyguard in the front seat translated, the man shook his head and said a lot.

A bodyguard in black explained to me: "He said he only knew to go from Mount Canno, but he didn't know the specific path. Not only did he not know, but most of the residents living in Siberia were not clear. There were winds and snowstorms all year round, and there were often heavy snowstorms. Even if he knew the way, he would have to walk for more than a month. There were also wild animals, and almost no one had ever walked out of the Demon Valley alive."
Chapter completed!