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Chapter 122 There are still people who haven't seen Ultraman? That's so outdated!

Chapter 122 There are still people who haven't seen Ultraman? That's so outdated!
"what is that!"

Song Wanwan froze for a moment, then her eyes widened. "Jiang Nanxi, Liu Qingyan! How did they reach the finish line so quickly!"

Song Shixing was also shocked, "How come they're sitting on an ancient person's lap? Who is that person?"

"Who cares who she is, hurry up and get there! We absolutely can't let Jiang Nanxi win! I must get first place and let everyone know that I'm no worse than her!"

Song Wanwan rushed over directly.

"But she already has the flag."

After saying this, Song Shixing realized that Song Wanwan had already run out and hadn't heard him at all.

Song Shixing: "..."

Song Shixing inexplicably felt that Song Wanwan's personality had become strange after her leg healed, and her hostility towards Jiang Nanxi had intensified.

But the person who hurt her was Shen Lan, not Jiang Nanxi.

It’s weird.

Song Wanwan arrived at the finish line, panting. Jiang Nanxi and Liu Qingyan had already gotten off Wei Ling, and Jiang Nanxi was holding the finish line flag.

A look of resentment flashed in Song Wanwan's eyes as she reached out to snatch the flag from Jiang Nanxi's hand. "Give it to me!"

Jiang Nanxi turned around and dodged, avoiding Song Wanwan.

Song Wanwan looked at the drone and shouted angrily, "Director, they cheated! The location just showed that they were still forty or fifty kilometers away, how could they have arrived here so quickly! Jiang Nanxi must have used a broom!"

The director said helplessly, "She didn't use a broom. I told her long ago that she couldn't use a broom to cross the rainforest."

Song Wanwan: "Then how did they get here?!"

Director: "Ultraman sent them here."

Song Wanwan: ? ? ?

Song Shixing: ? ? ? ?
Song Wanwan couldn't help but yell, "Director, are you helping them fool me?! How could there be Ultraman in this world? You can't even come up with a better excuse! They definitely cheated, and the netizens can testify!"

When Song Wanwan saw the drone nearby, she immediately pulled it down to watch the live stream comments.

I wanted to see how netizens would criticize Jiang Nanxi for being shameless and cheating, but the comments were full of mocking her for being ignorant.

"Yes... I can vouch for it, Ultraman does exist in this world. I just saw him."

[Seriously? There are still people who haven't seen Ultraman? That's so outdated!]

[Yeah, the director didn't say we couldn't ride Ultraman! Losing is losing, Jiang Nanxi didn't break any rules, so why are you yelling like that!]

Song Wanwan's face was extremely pale. "You've seen Ultraman? Impossible! That's fiction!"

Ultraman is right next to you, isn't he?

When Song Wanwan saw this comment, she glanced at Jiang Nanxi and Liu Qingyan, and then her gaze fell on the only unfamiliar man in ancient costume.

Wei Ling then asked Jiang Nanxi, "I've delivered you, where's my food?"

Jiang Nanxi pointed at Song Wanwan, "Isn't that her?"

Wei Ling stared intently at Song Wanwan.

The whites of his eyes suddenly disappeared, turning both eyes completely black, with a cruel, bloodthirsty red light flashing within them, and two sharp fangs protruding from the corners of his crimson lips.

Seeing his deathly pale and ashen face, Song Wanwan vaguely sensed that he wasn't alive. When she met his eyes, she cried out in alarm, "Ah! What... what is this?!"

She took several steps back in terror.

Song Shixing was also surprised and startled. He quickly helped Song Wanwan up and said, "Since Jiang Nanxi got the flag first, she naturally won. Don't say anything more!"

Song Wanwan was timid to begin with, and seeing Wei Ling's appearance, she hid behind Song Shixing and dared not speak.

The director also said, "Jiang Nanxi, don't scare her. I've sent a helicopter to pick you up. You can go back to your guesthouse and rest for a bit! The awards ceremony is tomorrow!"

Jiang Nanxi scoffed and pulled Wei Ling aside, saying, "Go back and find the people from the Psionic Bureau first. I'll bring you the food for this mission in a few days."

"Isn't this one?" "You like this kind of food?"

"I don't like it because it has no spiritual power."

I'll bring you something even better another day.

"it is good."

Wei Ling left satisfied.

【Huh? Jiang Nanxi, you really sent him a meal?】

[I'll send you something even tastier, who are you planning to send it to?]

After Wei Ling left, Jiang Nanxi waited for the helicopter to arrive.

Throughout the ordeal, Song Wanwan remained hidden behind Song Shixing, staring at her with resentful eyes.

Jiang Nanxi glanced at her and noticed the black jade pendant that Song Wanwan was holding tightly in her hand.

The jade tablet was shrouded in a very thick ghostly aura, but the ghostly aura did not spread out; something was suppressing it.

"A black jade pendant?"

Jiang Nanxi narrowed her eyes.

It's rare for the Xuanmen sect in China to use this kind of black jade plaque to make magical artifacts, and this jade plaque is covered with such a heavy ghostly aura, so it doesn't look like something righteous.

Jiang Nanxi released a burst of spiritual energy, silently striking Song Wanwan's wrist, causing the jade pendant in her hand to fall to the ground.

Jiang Nanxi saw the appearance of the jade pendant clearly.

The jade pendant was about the size of an adult's palm, and a clear, blood-red human face was carved on it.

Jiang Nanxi stared at it for a while, and inexplicably felt that the human face on the jade pendant became more three-dimensional, as if something was about to crawl out of the jade pendant.

Especially the eyes on the person's face, which were particularly eerie and lively, made Jiang Nanxi feel like she was being watched.

There's something inside the jade pendant!
Suddenly, Song Wanwan picked up the jade pendant from the ground and stuffed it into her pocket. Jiang Nanxi then felt the gaze that had been secretly observing her disappear.

what is that?
Jiang Nanxi frowned, looking thoughtful. "It looks like a ghost amulet from Thailand, but those kinds of amulets are usually used to raise Kuman Thong (a type of spirit child), and the jade amulets are carved with images of ghost children. Why is Song Wanwan's one carved with the face of an adult?"

Although the face on the jade pendant was blood-red and the features were not clearly visible at first glance, Jiang Nanxi had excellent eyesight and was still able to make out the features of the face.

It was the face of an adult man, and he was quite old, so there were wrinkles around his nose and mouth.

The helicopter arrived shortly afterward.

Jiang Nanxi didn't think much of it and went back to the guesthouse with everyone to wait for the awards ceremony the next day.

It was already quite late when they came out of the Han Dynasty tomb, and it was completely dark by the time they arrived at the guesthouse.

After finishing dinner, Jiang Nanxi went for a walk in the surrounding villages to see if there were any clues about the Class A wanted criminal.

She planned to give this guy to Wei Ling to eat, then deal with the wanted criminal and get a reward.

This is killing two birds with one stone!
However, after wandering around outside for more than two hours and asking many locals, she still couldn't get any useful clues.

Nothing strange has happened in the village recently.

Back at the guesthouse, Jiang Nanxi went straight upstairs to her room to rest.

But when she opened the door and tried to turn on the light, she couldn't get it to work.

Why is the light broken?

Jiang Nanxi muttered something to herself, then turned around and prepared to go downstairs to find someone to fix it.

But the moment she turned around, she suddenly felt something tugging at her hair in the darkness behind her!
"Who?!"

She turned her head sharply to look.

(End of this chapter)

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