Ning Feng'er saw the black and white filth, and her heart was depressed and looked away with disgust. Long Junchen was not moved by the disgusting scene. His eyes slowly became deeper along the painting from left to right, from top to bottom.

He leaned his body against the photo with difficulty, his pupils slowly focused on the tiny pores. He held his breath and stared at a subtle part of the photo with concentration.

The photos given by Zhang Fengmo were very high, and the pores on those people were taken clearly. Long Junchen searched for the photos for a long time and finally saw what he was vaguely guessing. On one of the pores, there was an inconspicuous small black dot like a stain. Long Junchen compared the two photos taken before and after, and found that the black dot seemed to have squirmed in just a few seconds. It seemed that it was not a simple ink dot, but a living thing, like a little strange bug.

"Gu worm?!" Long Junchen spitted out two words awkwardly from his throat tube. He sat back on the bed with difficulty, looked at the white ceiling in a daze, sighed, and murmured with a little depressed look: "I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that in Japan, I could actually encounter this thing. There are people in the East who know how to raise Gu. No wonder they die so strangely. It turns out that it is a Gu worm!" Long Junchen's frown slowly let go of his relief, but after a few seconds, he slowly wrinkled.

Ning Fenger and Zhang Fengmo thought at the same time. When Director Liu Qinglong introduced the Grand Governor in front of them, he specifically mentioned that the Grand Governor was proficient in the art of raising Gu, and had many contacts with famous Gun masters in China, and also carried Gu worms. They did have simply learned about Long Junchen's ability to gui technique, but at that time, the matter was too complicated, and the investigation was only briefly tried and failed to go deeper. Previously, Long Junchen used the magic trick of Gu worms to find Han Xier, which made Ning Fenger both afraid and curious about the ability of this insect.

Now the breakthrough point of this matter only reveals a clue like the Gu worm. It is like a small bubble that gently emerges from the huge undercurrent and the intricate connection behind it. Although it is inconspicuous, it was revealed by Long Junchen. Ning Fenger and Zhang Fengmo have reason to think that Long Junchen must be the one who knows the most about Gu worms. Long Junchen looked at the inconspicuous little black dot with a burning look. The Gu worm, like the thousand-year-old river clam spirit, finally opened a shallow mouth, opening a corner of the ghostly world. It is already scary, but it also rekinds a glimmer of hope.

"Why do these people still understand the art of raising Gu?! Could it be that even that guy is involved in this force?" Long Junchen swallowed with difficulty and murmured a few words. Ning Fenger and one-eyed were confused by the side. The heating in the room was very warm, as warm as spring, but Long Junchen was close to the back of the bed, but no reason was that a trace of cold sweat oozed out. From explosion, to dismemberment, to poison of corpses, all of these methods were extremely cruel and resolute. Who is the sacred force behind this?!

"Grandmaster, what should we do next?" After a long silence, Ning Feng'er felt uncomfortable and couldn't hold back her doubts in the first place. She ignored Long Junchen's bored expression and spoke eagerly.

When Long Junchen heard Ning Feng'er's question, he was shocked all over, as if he had traveled back from a different dimension. He sighed in embarrassment, but his expression had returned to normal. His vague signature smile returned to the corner of Long Junchen's mouth. He stroked his scattered hair and coughed twice. His eyes were as calm as two pieces of glass embedded in his eye sockets, clear and cold, as if the sudden changes and despair just now were all hallucinations. Long Junchen did not lose his composure because of those little things, and there was no trace of panic left on the young man's face.

"Is there any wine?" Long Junchen did not directly answer Ning Feng'er's question, but stared at the latter calmly. Ning Feng'er was slightly stunned and said in a deep voice like an instinctive reaction: "I said Grand Commander, your injury is healed, you can't drink alcohol. Besides, alcohol can easily numb people's nerves and is not beneficial to the recovery of wounds. Why are you not paying attention at all?"

"Do you have wine?" Long Junchen asked silently for the second time. His eyes were a little cold and his smile was a little cold, as if he needed to use wine to warm his cold body. "Big..." When Ning Feng'er wanted to say something else, she was stopped by Zhang Fengmo, "There should be wine here. Grand Governor, I'll get it for you!"

Of course there is wine. Ning Feng'er saw that Zhang Fengmo, a stubborn guy, seemed to really want to get Long Junchen, and looked at Long Junchen who was lying on the hospital bed like a mummy. She really didn't want to give him a drink. After a long time of struggling, she blocked Zhang Fengmo and sighed. She found a bottle of the legendary one with the highest sweetness and lowest degree, and poured a cup for him.

The gentle alcohol soon spread into the limbs and bones with the blood, slightly dispelling the indescribable chill in Long Junchen's heart. It seemed that his brain soaked in the cold mud water became a little clearer. Long Junchen looked at the empty wine glass in his hand and shook it twice, but did not ask for a second glass. He just needed a little alcohol to make his head drowsy. Thinking about these things now is just a matter of paper talk. Even if he found the Gu insect, based on Long Junchen's current physical condition, he could not follow this clue to investigate.
Chapter completed!