Spirit Walker

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the identity and background of the two colleagues again in his mind, a third-level fire division, a direct descendant of a high-level Chihuo Gang, and a fourth-level saint realm water ghost.

Although the latter has no background, but in the realm of saints, once the merits are accumulated, becoming a deacon is a certainty.

Saint Realm, killing the extraordinary existence like slaughtering dogs.

Hope it wasn't Zhang Yuanqing, two colleagues who were difficult to get along with, swiping his legs, riding an office chair, returning to his desk, and searching for "Bishop of the Army" in the official database.

After careful browsing, he had a clearer idea of ​​the organization of the evil profession.

Among the forces composed of evil professions, there is a saying of "three societies, two religions and one asura". The so-called three societies refer to the three branches of the psionic society composed of witch and Gu Masters.

They are "Central Section", "Eastern Section" and "Southern Section".

The three major branches have their own territory and rarely communicate with each other. Among them, the chairman of the eastern branch has been vacant for a long time, and the two vice-chairmen, the Judge of the Evil Eye and the Gu King, have been competing for the position of the chairman for many years.

The two religions refer to the nihilistic sects composed of illusionists, which are divided into southern and northern religions according to regions.

A Shura refers to a bishop composed of bewitching demons. The leader of the bishop is called Shura.

"Sister Guan Ya, three meetings, two teachings, and one Shura, why is it not a soldier master, but a Shura?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his doubts to Lao Siji.

Guan Ya looked back lightly: "Are you looking at the power of evil occupations?

Zhang Yuanqing said: "Isn't Hei Wuchang a member of the eastern branch of the Psionics Society? I participated in the search operation, and I wanted to take advantage of the situation to find out what evil organizations there are.

Guan Ya nodded, then showed a trance and fell into memory:

"Asura, when I was young, my mother used to scare me with the Shura of the military bishop, and when my mother was young, my grandmother often used Shura to scare her."

Good guy, is Shura a weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in your family? Zhang Yuanqing spit out a slot.

"He is an invincible and terrifying existence among the spiritual realm walkers, just like in myths and legends, the demon **** who will eventually destroy the world. Terrible, invincible, but extremely far away, this is my impression of him." Guan Ya said.

"How do the five leaders compare to him?" Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously.

Guan Ya thought about it and shook her head:

"How can I estimate the combat power of that level? But in terms of reputation, the five alliance leaders are far inferior to Shura. From the statement of "three societies, two religions and one Shura", I think the five alliance leaders are not as good as Shura. Well, this is just my thoughts."

Wang Tai next to him interjected: "If there are their respective battle videos, I can analyze the strength of the alliance leader and Shura through data analysis."

"How could it be possible to find a video of that level of battle?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "Brother Wang Tai, why don't you analyze it? I fight with Sister Guan Ya, who is stronger?"

Wang Tai said seriously:

"If you don't use props, the two of you are not her opponent."

Guan Ya shook her head, what a boring man. At this time, you should answer: Do you still need to ask? There have always been exhausted cows and no ploughed fields.

Still interesting.

 …

Near noon, Zhang Yuanqing heard hearty laughter from the first floor:

"Ahahaha, you still remember me, hello everyone, I will come to work often in the future, feel free to come to me if you have anything, I will cover you..."

Although his tone was bold, his voice was crisp and tender. Just listening to it, Zhang Yuanqing made up the image of a little girl with her arms on her hips and laughing boldly.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from the steel stairs.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at it, and the first thing he saw was a young girl, very short, about the second grade of middle school, with delicate facial features, but not fully developed.

He has fiery red shawl-length hair.

She pinched her waist, took steps that her six relatives did not recognize, and clambered up.

Behind the little girl is a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt, slacks, and black-rimmed glasses. He has a gloomy temperament and messy hair. At first glance, he looks a bit like a blackened version of Wang Tai.

Wang Tai, is this your brother? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at Wang Tai's position.

Wang Tai lowered his head to work, ignoring the movements around him.

Guan Ya got up with a smile and greeted the two returning colleagues.

"Hello, Sister Guan Ya, I'm back!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and greeted boldly, her eyes fell on Zhang Yuanqing,

Loudly:

"Is he a new colleague? The Yuanshi Tianzun who single-handedly broke into the enemy's camp and fought against the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights?"

ah? When did I fight with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Guan Ya spread out her palms, moved towards the girl, and introduced Zhang Yuanqing:

"Jiang Jingwei, third-level fire division, 14 years old, still in junior high school, um, you should be studying."

"Don't read anymore, my father said that reading is a mistake for children, and the school teaches all kinds of nonsense." Jiang Jingwei came over and stood on tiptoe,

He slapped Zhang Yuanqing on the shoulder and laughed boldly:

"Ahaha, sure enough, you are a talented person. You will follow me in the future. I like young people with a sense of justice."

Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder was patted for a while, and his head was buzzing. He felt that it was not a 14-year-old girl who patted his shoulder, but Lu Zhishen, who had a big shoulder and a round waist. The next second, he would clasp his fists and say:

elder brother!

The girl's skin, Lu Zhishen's soul?

At this time, Jiang Jingwei noticed Wang Tai and was surprised:

"Hey, are you new here too?"

Wang Tai: "I'm not, we've met before."

Jiang Jingwei was even more surprised: "Impossible, why do I have no impression of you at all?"

Wang Tai: "\"

When Zhang Yuanqing saw this scene, he didn't know whether to complain about Wang Tai's talent or Jiang Jingwei's nerves.

Guan Ya continued:

"This is Senior Fujiyuan, a 4th-level water ghost, temporarily taking the position of Chief."

Zhang Yuanqing took his attention back and said respectfully, "Teng Yuan is very long."

The middle-aged man's eyes were dull, his expression was dull, and he looked like he lacked enthusiasm for life. He pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and said in a hollow voice:

"Correct, the name of the water ghost after his first job change was God of Plague.

He turned to Zhang Yuanqing: "Yes, young people are always full of energy and a sense of justice. I appreciate young people like you, but I also want to remind you that this is just a job, and you must always remember that your life is the most important thing. , what a sad thing it is to take risks for the sake of work."

ah? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, this was different from the praise he imagined.

Fujito continued:

"I formulated new rules and regulations overnight last night. During my temporary post as superintendent, everyone must strictly abide by this set of rules. Anyone who violates my rules will be severely punished."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing was refreshed, thinking that this is the three fires of the new officer's appointment, and the new officer must make rules.

Fuji Yuan pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose for a long time, with a negative expression and a hollow tone, saying:

"Rule 1: Overtime is prohibited!

"Article 2: Allow paid leave.

"Article 3: It is forbidden to punch in at work.

"Article 4: I do not have to ask for leave without my consent.

"Article 5: If you have to work overtime as a last resort, the overtime pay will be tripled.

"Article 6: Change from two weekends to three weekends

"Article 7...

Zhang Yuanqing's mouth opened a little bit, his expression was stunned, his mind buzzed, and a mess of thoughts echoed:

Is this really leadership? Is there such a leader in the world? Can I permanently transfer Zhenyan Zhichang from my post?

As the sun sets, the blue sports car pulls into the underground parking garage of a hotel.

The black market is on the bottom three floors of this hotel. In addition to the black market, the boxing champion also runs underground boxing competitions.

Guan Ya parked the car, opened the car, and said, "It's here."

She put on a long trench coat to cover her proud figure, and replaced her high heels with running shoes.

Guan Ya's explanation is that although the spiritual walkers who are active in the black market are all registered, the wild walkers are undisciplined, unruly, and don't pay attention to rules, and she was born so beautiful, so lost.

You will definitely be targeted by lechers and cause trouble, so you have to wear a coat.

Zhang Yuanqing felt that this woman was just as stinky as her cousin. Just looking at the round peach, tall and proud breasts, and charming and delicate face, she could only endure her boasting.

Under the leadership of Guan Ya, the two came to a freight elevator.

A burly, tall and strong man was guarding the entrance of the freight elevator, his eyes were fierce, and he scrutinized the two people who came.

Guan Ya took out a stack of cash from the pocket of the trench coat and handed it over. This is the "ticket" to enter the black market, 10,000 per person.

The strong man took it and pressed the down button.

The door of the freight elevator opened, and Guan Ya led Zhang Yuanqing into the car.

As the car descended, Guan Ya and Zhang Yuanqing put on masks and caps.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and the dull breath mixed with the smell of sweat and smoke, accompanied by a loud noise, rushed toward the face.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around and saw that the space outside the elevator was wide. This black market was rebuilt from an underground parking lot and divided into two areas.

There was a huge ring in the area on the left. Two sturdy men with bare upper bodies were fighting to the death, and the audience below cheered.

Outside are some stalls selling drinks and food.

The area on the right is much quieter, the stalls are arranged in an orderly manner, and there are not many people shopping in the black market, which are scattered.

Zhang Yuanqing saw a familiar face in front of a certain booth, the eldest sister headed Bailong, she was leading two younger brothers, wandering around the booths.

"Bailong used to be a boxer in the ring."

Guan Ya also noticed her and said with a smile: "She likes to buy things and play a few games, so that she can earn back the money she spent. Spiritual practitioners are limited by moral values. It is not difficult to make money, but it is difficult to get rich. , and the materials and props in the spiritual realm are sky-high prices.”

sky-high price? Zhang Yuanqing began to worry about his pockets.

The two went straight to the area on the right. The things sold in the booth were very complicated and messy.

It is mainly based on materials, information and strategies, and there are basically no props in sight. Even if there are, there are some props with relatively tasteless functions.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped in front of a booth, pointed to a bottle containing "dark green paste", and asked, "What is this?"

He sensed that the paste contained a powerful yin energy~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The stall owner said: "The body fluid of zombies."

"How much?"

"50000."

"Nima, it's so expensive?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, then pointed at a red spar, and said, "What is this?"

"The blasting stones and consumables that are abundant in the Fire Master dungeon." said the stall owner.

"How much?"

The stall owner glanced at him: "Two nima."

You are so badass! Zhang Yuanqing: "…

He swept through the various materials on the booth, pondered for a few seconds, and silently summoned Xiao Doubi.

What material is the most suitable, only the servant knows.

ps: The typo was changed first and then corrected.