Chapter 208 One month
“No wonder you wanted me to infiltrate the United States of Europe as a spy.”

Ning Zhe looked down at the inkstone on the table. There was about 2/3 of ink left in the ink tank.

There are many aristocratic families in Kyushu. How many remnants of the aristocratic families fled abroad after the Millennium Massacre? How many empowering tools and even controlled ghosts did they bring to foreign countries?

Ning Zhe didn’t know the answer, but he knew that Lan Shiwen must want to kill all of these people.

“It’s actually not as serious as you think.” Lan Shiwen shook his head and said:
“The ink fountain is a tool that grants authority, not an immortal ghost of rules. Every time the ‘division’ rule of the ink rule is used, the ink in the ink tank will be consumed. After the ink is used up, the ink fountain loses the power of ‘division’ and becomes a common woodworking tool without any strange powers.”

“Then, what is the source of the ‘division’ rule of this inkstone?” Ning Zhe asked casually, not expecting Lan Shiwen to answer.

First of all, he may not know it, and secondly, even if he knows it, he may not tell me. For those who are promoted, information is more precious than gold.

But unexpectedly, Lan Shiwen answered: “In prison.”

“Prison?” Ning Zhe blinked and thought of something.

“The ancestors of the Lou family built a prison in the north of Qinzhou based on the rules of this ghost, named ‘Mo Ju’. The Lou family fled overseas in a hurry, taking only a few ink fountains, but not the weirdness of the source of Mo Ju.”

Lan Shiwen said: “He is still trapped in the Mo Ju. The rule of ‘division’ divides the inside and outside of the Mo Ju into two worlds. People outside cannot enter, and the ghosts inside cannot leave.”

Then, he suddenly laughed: “If you want to refill the ink fountain, you can either kill the Lou family and steal other ink fountains, or you can only go to the Mo Ju prison to find the source ghost, but I advise you not to do this.”

Mo Ju is the family property of the Lou family that has been run for hundreds of years. It has imprisoned countless vicious and murderous ghosts. After the Lou family was massacred, Mo Ju lost its supervision and the situation inside was out of control. It is not an exaggeration to say that demons are dancing wildly and hundreds of ghosts are roaming at night.

No matter whether you are an upgraded person, a person granted a status, or a mortal, going to that place is like wishing you had lived too long.

“That’s such a pity. It’s a very useful thing, but it’s gone after use.” Ning Zhe sighed, his tone regretful.

He knew that this was Lan Shiwen’s hint for him to hunt down the remnants of the Lou family who had fled overseas, and not replying would be his response.

“Oh, yes, there’s this.” Lan Shiwen seemed to suddenly remember something, reached behind his back, and picked up a rag doll from his shoulder.

Ning Zhe’s pupils shrank slightly. He had not noticed the existence of the doll until Lan Shiwen reached out and picked it up.

“This is a spirit-calling doll, and it is also the Dyke family’s ennobling prop, but I changed her name.” Lan Shiwen handed the cute rag doll that looked like a little girl to Ning Zhe and said, “Her name is ‘Xia Rong’. Remember her name.”

Next, Lan Shiwen briefly explained to Ning Zhe the precautions for using the soul-calling doll. The two of them briefly checked Van Dyke’s body, and after confirming that nothing was missed, they left the cabin in the airship and went to meet with Europa’s diplomats.

On the way out, Lan Shiwen sat in the back seat of the car and asked Ning Zhe again: “Don’t you really need anything else?”

“That’s enough.” Ning Zhe responded calmly.

Seeing that Lan Shiwen was still somewhat skeptical, Ning Zhe silently took off the mask on his face, and under the green-faced and fanged devil’s face, a middle-aged man with black hair and black pupils was revealed. That was Van Dyke’s face.

Different from the European aristocrats stereotyped by many Orientals, the members of the Dyke family all have black hair and black eyes. If you ignore their deep eye sockets and three-dimensional facial features, at first glance they may not look much different from the Han people.

The Dyke family belonged to the old noble family that carried the double-headed eagle flag of old Rome. Their ancestors had completed their life’s work when they followed Caesar into the country.

“When…” Lan Shiwen was stunned. He didn’t know when Ning Zhe’s clothes had changed into the same pure black suit as Van Dyke, with a pair of leather-soled shoes that couldn’t walk on cement roads, and a bright red rose brooch on his chest. That was the family emblem of the Dyke family.

More than ten minutes ago, Lan Shiwen’s men informed the European diplomat, Edie Dyke, that Mr. Van Dyke was coming here by car with Mr. Lan.

From the moment Edie Dyke learned the news, Ning Zhe acquired the identity of ‘Van Dyke known by Edie Dyke’.

“I have to go to Qinzhou next, so I won’t go to the United States of Europe to be a spy as you wish.” Ning Zhe said in Van Dyke’s voice: “I will tell Edie Dyke: I plan to stay in Jiuzhou for a while before returning home. How long do you think it would be best for me to stay?”

“It will take us half a month to deal with the relevant impact of this matter, but I suggest you tell him that you will stay in Qinzhou for at least one month,” said Lan Shiwen.

“OK, then one month.” Ning Zhe didn’t say anything else.

You provide me with information and I help you clean up the mess. It’s a pretty pleasant deal.

Following the traffic on the road, Ning Zhe and Lan Shiwen arrived at the door of the Consulate of the United European States in Yundu.

Led by the consulate receptionist, the two came to Edie Dyke’s office, where the embassy military attaché had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

During this period, Ning Zhe actually thought about making a phone call or sending a video to calm this old man down, but Edie Dyke was obviously not easy to fool. He insisted on meeting Van Dyke in person to confirm his safety, otherwise he would use the Dyke family’s rather than Europa’s way to seek justice.

So Ning Zhe came and stood before him accompanied by Lan Shiwen.

Edie Dyke is a tall middle-aged man with a small belly. His sparse black hair has turned a little yellow due to his age. He wears small round glasses with gold rims and has a thick goatee.

Ning Zhe looked at his sparse hair, then at his thick beard, and thought that this guy’s hair was really growing in the wrong place.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I can still see you!” Upon seeing Ning Zhe, Edie Dyke hugged him warmly: “I have already made plans for the worst. I will never let my brother die in vain at the hands of foreigners…”

Edie Dyke is Van Dyke’s cousin, and the two actually don’t have much friendship, but as a direct member of the Dyke family, Van Dyke is always courted wherever he goes.

“I’ve said it before, you’re too sensitive.” Lan Shiwen said lightly: “Your cousin is living well here. He was just under our investigation before. Now that the investigation is over, the misunderstanding should be resolved.”

(End of this chapter)