Intelligence Contribution and Demon Tiger Swallowing the Mountain

The wind blew past. In the remote village, Lin Yan, Wu Qinglei, and Ning Xiaohui stood in front of the stone house.

Wu Qinglei smiled and put away the exchange scroll. "If there's no problem, let Xiaohui send you down the mountain first and explain the rest. Remember, you can't reveal the existence of the Demon Suppression Division to anyone. Once you're discovered…"

A thick killing intent suddenly appeared under his smile. "You'll die."

Lin Yan said sternly, "Understood."

"See you later."

"Wait."

"Is there anything else?"

"The duty of the Demon Suppression Division is to investigate the ruins, right? Although I don't know what you want to investigate, the information about the ruins must be what you need, right?"

Wu Qinglei said with interest, "That's true. Fan Xiaopeng said before that you took out many ancient relics. You must have entered the ruins once or twice. Tell me, let me judge if they are valuable."