Chapter 172

However, when he saw the end, he suddenly realized that it might not be that simple.

Jiang Yan came back to his senses.

Because of the death of codename Dugxin, the live broadcast had already stopped.

In the dark and deserted living room, there were only Jiang Yan and Old Yan.

"You are the little saint who saved millions of people in many tragic ghost disasters, right?" Old Yan's eyes stayed on Jiang Yan.

A rare smile appeared on his serious face, "Young hero."

"Seeing you, I finally understand why I have always felt at ease and stable these days. It turns out that you have been secretly protecting me, an old man."

Jiang Yan said gently: "Old man, I'm sorry that I waited until now to take action."

Old Yan shook his head: "I should thank you."

"If you hadn't appeared today, I'm afraid I would never be able to get out of Shu Qiming's shadow in my life."

"And once the disaster of the ghost king breaks out, the entire imperial capital will suffer."

He took out the newspaper, which was the news that in Boston, millions of people died tragically and turned into evil spirits because of the spread of the curse of the four-star ghost king.

There was some fear on his face.

Old Yan was not afraid of death.

He was afraid that because of himself, he would implicate the people of Jiuzhou.

"You came out?" Jiang Yan said unexpectedly.

He thought he would need to spend some time talking.

Old Yan sighed and said, "When that ghost died just now, for some reason, I actually saw Shu Qiming's memory. It's better not to say it, what a bastard!"

He slapped the table heavily.

All that was left in his eyes was indignation towards this bastard.

No longer had any guilt, it was obvious that what he saw, the dirty things Shu Qiming had done, were even worse than what Jiang Yan said.

Jiang Yan didn't intend to ask more.

Changing the subject: "Old man, how do you deal with those students who trampled on your hard work?"

"Humph!" Old Yan snorted coldly, "Of course, they can't be punished without punishment. Although they won't ruin their future, their parents must be responsible for this. If they are not taught a lesson, I don't know what they will become in the future!"

Impartial!

Serious and principled!

This is the real Academician Yan.

Shu Qiming is no longer a demon in his heart.

Jiang Yan was completely relieved.

"Grandpa, I have something to ask of you." Jiang Yan said again, "Maybe you need to make some concessions."

Jiang Yan didn't want to deal with the special investigation team.

There was nothing wrong with the principles of those people, but they were more rigid and bound by rules.

He preferred to solve the problem by any means necessary.

Old Yan liked Jiang Yan in every way and admired him from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well what the little saint did. At such a young age, he saved the people from danger and made a vow to take the people's hearts as his own. He did a lot of earth-shaking good things and never wanted to take on fame and fortune.

He was low-key for the country and for the people.

With such qualities, even if he didn't practice Taoism to do scientific research, Old Yan felt that Jiang Yan was a genius that was hard to find among millions of people.

"Just tell me, I promise you now, as long as it's not illegal, I'll do anything for you without hesitation!" Old Yan said without hesitation.

Jiang Yan laughed dumbly.

I didn't expect that the old man was also a person of temperament.

No wonder he cared so much about Shu Qiming's affairs.

"Thank you, old man."

Jiang Yan told him what he needed directly.

When he heard that Jiang Yan wanted to go to the Imperial Capital Prison and didn't want to alarm too many people.

Old Yan immediately decided: "This little problem, I will arrange it for you tomorrow!"

That night.

Jiang Yan also took the old man to see a rice field that he had preserved before.

Old Yan was overjoyed and clapped his hands and said: "It's really a mysterious method. I have walked here many times, but I didn't find that this rice field is intact."

The inner demons were gone, and the rice field was preserved.

Old Yan was in a good mood and forced Jiang Yan to stay: "Tonight, you stay here with me. If it gets out and people know that my savior is meditating outside, I will have no place to put my old face."

Helplessly.

Jiang Yan stayed.

When it was dark.

Jiang Yan realized that he was fooled by the old man.

On the dinner table.

Old Yan rarely prepared a large table of dishes.

Moreover, when Jiang Yan finished his meditation and entered the living room, he found that there was a graceful and charming figure in the living room.

Long hair like a waterfall, delicate face, and a pair of intellectual and elegant glasses.

A perfect intellectual beauty.

Slightly older than Jiang Yan, she wore a slim and exquisite cheongsam and black dignified high heels. She looked tall even when sitting. She was at least 1.7 meters tall, and her white long legs were a little dazzling under the light.

From top to bottom, she exuded a graceful and elegant temperament of Jiangnan.

"Come on." Old Yan looked like an old fox, and smiled and introduced the intellectual and graceful beauty, "Qingtong, this is the young genius you have always remembered, the little saint, Jiang Yan."

The morning dew flows, the new tung tree is first introduced, and there is so much spring travel.

Jiang Yan understood at once that the girl's name came from Li Qingzhao's lyrics, and the name is just as her name.

"Xiao Jiang." Old Yan turned his head and said to Jiang Yan, "She is my granddaughter, 28 years old, and unmarried."

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"She is a talented woman. Qingtong graduated from Imperial University at the age of 18. After studying abroad for a doctorate, she has been working in the institute to study the supernatural since she returned to China."

"She is now a first-level researcher. She is considered a top talent in the Institute of Supernatural Research."

The old man said a lot without any ambiguity.

It was obvious that he was trying to give his granddaughter face.

Jiang Yan probably understood.

The old man was probably trying to arrange a blind date.

"Grandpa." Yan Qingtong's voice was gentle and crisp, "Okay, don't say anything. What is my achievement in front of the little saint?"

"If you continue talking, I will be ashamed."

While speaking.

Her pair of beautiful eyes, shining with autumn water, stayed on Jiang Yan and never moved away.

She didn't notice that a piece of information slipped out of her hand.

"Haha, then let's not talk about it. Let's talk about it by yourselves." Old Yan said with a smile, "Xiao Jiang, tomorrow we will go to the Imperial Capital Prison. Let me, your granddaughter, take you there, okay?"

Jiang Yan naturally nodded: "Thank you very much, Miss Yan."

Yan Qingtong chuckled and said, "You saved my grandfather. Just call me by my name, otherwise it will be too distant."

As she spoke.

She had already stood up and served Jiang Yan rice with chopsticks.

Every frown and smile was full of the flavor of a classical beauty.

She was skilled in her movements, obviously not the kind of young lady who didn't touch the water.

During the meal.

Yan Qingtong's family education was also very rare.

She didn't ask Jiang Yan any questions that he had never revealed to the public.

They just chatted with each other about the thrilling experiences of various ghost disasters and the progress of the research institute's research on evil spirits.

She spent a night at Old Yan's house.

The next day.