The window opened, Dugu Huangcheng took out the letter paper from the feet of the pigeon and expanded it to read it, which read: There must be no mistakes in the action tomorrow.

"tomorrow."

Dugu Imperial City frowned and pondered, "What happened to the demon clan? Why did it suddenly get ahead of time? There was no movement in advance."

Thoughts.

He had already let go of the black pigeon, and then grabbed a white pigeon from the bird cage inside the house, wrote the creed, tied it up, and released the white pigeon out.

Under the deep night.

The white carrier pigeon flew towards Pingding City like a white sharp arrow.

No words all night.

the next day.

morning.

Jiang Li brought several first-level perfect fighting mechanical soldiers, went to the county government, found Yang Zike, and asked Yang Zike about Zhang Ling's whereabouts.

"Gangmaster Jiang, this matter is not that easy to accomplish. If you have patience, you might as well wait."

Yang Zike said.

“I don’t have that much time to waste here.”

Jiang Li snorted coldly, got up and left the county government.

Half an hour later.

The city guard camp.
Chapter completed!