Spirit Walker

If Deacon Pang is a member of Dark Night Rose, killing him and asking Ling will get a lot of information, and the progress of searching for Black Impermanence can be accelerated... Zhang Yuanqing felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Hei Wuchang was unable to find it for a long time, and he was more anxious than Fu Qingyang.

"But why did he kill me? At this juncture, killing me will only lead to twists and turns." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't figure it out.

"He has his own reasons for killing you. When I kill him, you will know by asking." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out the red wine and goblet, and said:

"Have a drink?"

I think I know who Li Dongze learned from... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Is there a Coke?"

Fu Qingyang put back a goblet and said indifferently, "Then you have to wait for the end of the matter to buy it yourself."

He was sipping the sour red wine with a natural expression, not like going to kill at all, but more like going to a club...

Probably only a family from a wealthy and noble family can cultivate such a calm air. Zhang Yuanqing can't do it. His mind is full of how tender Deacon Pang is, and how much information the other party knows about Dark Night Rose. If the action fails , how much risk do you have to take, etc.

Along the way, the two didn't speak anymore, Fu Qingyang held the wine glass, looked at the night outside the window, and took a sip from time to time.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of the seat, lay down on his back and fell asleep, recovering his energy.

About 20 minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down the wine glass, and at the same time, the commercial car slowly slowed down.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, got up and looked out the window. The business car was parked outside a high-end community. The style of this community was extremely luxurious and fashionable. The buildings with black bricks were arranged in an orderly manner.

Directly opposite the entrance of the community is a square with a fountain pool built in the center. At first glance, I thought it was a high-end hotel.

Really rich, the house price here is at least 15W or more, Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart.

"Centurion, if you go in like this, will you startle the snake? Don't you deploy it in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing put forward his own ideas.

Fu Qingyang said lightly:

"Pang Wudi sent the evil spirit to kill you, at this moment he must wait for news at home, waiting patiently is the safest choice until the evil spirit returns.

We came to the door late at night just to catch the other party by surprise. The more we deployed, the easier it would be for him to detect. "

Although his tone was indifferent, Brother Young Master patiently explained to his confidants and subordinates. After speaking, he changed his words:

"But the necessary exploration is still to be done, in case there are members of the Night Rose around and sabotage our plan."

How to probe? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand and pointed it like a sword against his eyebrows.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a light-white ripple, swaying from Fu Qingyang's eyebrows, spreading to the distance like water waves. The more it spreads out,

The fainter the white light, the more invisible it is.

After more than ten seconds, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There is no ambush nearby."

Seeing his confidants stunned, he smiled lightly: "Don't be surprised, this is a scout!"

And what Zhang Yuanqing thought was: This is the real eye, Li Dongze is a fake eye in comparison.

After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door and came to the guard booth at the gate of the community. He looked at the guard calmly, and said:

"Open the door!"

This kind of rich and rich community requires access control to enter and exit.

The guard looked at the handsome young man in surprise. He was dressed in a neat and elegant white formal suit, with a simple short ponytail, handsome and irresistible.

His eyes are deep and calm, and when he looks at you, he is like a king aloof, with elegance and nobility.

The doorman said respectfully, "You, which household are you from?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly, "Open the door, don't waste my time."

Inexplicably, the guard was filled with unspeakable awe and surrender, and opened the door in awe.

Fu Qingyang took the lead slightly, passed through the iron gate, and entered the community.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, his face was calm, his eyes were deep and calm, imitating Fu Qingyang's aloof temperament like a king, and said lightly:

"Don't waste my time."

The guard looked at him up and down, and waved impatiently: "Go go go."

"..." Zhang Yuanqing's face was slightly embarrassed, so he had to use charm to confuse the old man, and slipped into the community quietly.

Well, it's not that my aura is not as good as Fu Qingyang's, it's that different occupations have different abilities, so he can't be as charming as me, the old man, and he silently respects him.

Quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:

"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? Going through the main entrance is easy to leave traces."

The figure in white formal attire strode forward and said lightly:

"Don't forget who you are, we are the official."

Okay, if it was Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart.

Residential building on the west side, 21st floor, large flat floor.

In the living room, Pang Wudi, wearing a judo uniform and a national character face, sat silently and solemnly in front of the bar, dragging a glass in his palm.

In front of him, on the marble bar, stood a bottle of whisky and an old-fashioned mobile phone.

Pang Wudi was waiting for the evil spirit in the phone to return.

The time is now two in the morning, and the evil spirit has not returned, which means that the target has not been eradicated.

But Pang Wudi is not in a hurry. He doesn't think Yuanshi Tianzun can avoid the pursuit of evil spirits. Yeyoushen does not have the ability of the dream realm. As long as he enters the dream realm, he will surely die.

After getting this item, Pang Wudi used it to kill several enemies who were inconvenient for him, and he never failed.

This item is an artifact of assassination, killing people invisibly without revealing any clues at all. It is as keen as a scout, and it is impossible to find any clues.

The only flaw is that it has little effect on the enemies of the Saint Realm, and the price of using it is that after ten times, the evil spirit will hunt down the master in the dream.

Of course, for Pang Wudi in the Saint Realm, this is at most a small crisis that doesn't hurt.

"After Yuanshi Tianzun's death, Fu Qingyang must be furious, but it's hard for me to suspect me. However, this person is sharp, so I need to pay attention to him in the next three days. . . .

Pang Wudi drank all the wine in the glass, and at this moment, a picture flashed in his mind:

Fu Qingyang, in a white formal suit, led a handsome young man to the security door.

This picture was sent back by the potted plant he placed outside the door. The wood demon in the Saint Realm can transmit signals to plants in a small area, turning them into their own "eyes".

Yuanshi Tianzun is not dead? Come to the door? how is this possible? !

Pang Wudi's pupils shrank slightly, and he was stunned and dazed, and his emotions surged up in an instant. He quickly made a decision and left here.

Leave here first, pass the failure of the assassination to the joint "Injustice of Heaven", then report it to the superior, and then wait for the order to adapt accordingly.

In short, I can't stay here at this time, at least I have to deal with the assassination props.

After making a decision, Pang Wudi quickly rushed to the balcony and tried to jump out of the window to leave.

"Clap clap clap...

The lock of the security door was melted into molten iron and dripped.

The security door opened, and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't leave, you can't leave." Fu Qingyang said lightly, looking at the back that went straight to the balcony.

Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores without turning his head. These spores rose against the storm and turned into plants that looked like little octopuses. The tentacles twisted and enveloped Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuan flew to one side of the Qing Dynasty, avoiding the "octopus" plants that were shot.

He didn't expect that the two sides would fight without saying a word.

Fu Qingyang did not retreat, walking forward in the sky filled with plants, he seemed to calculate the trajectory of the octopus plants, seemingly strolling in the courtyard, but could delicately avoid all the shrouded plants.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, and there was a small dark blue flag in his hand, and his curved fingers popped out.

"Duh!"

The flag was nailed into the balcony tile, and the green light curtain rose, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Humph!" Pang Wudi's body swelled suddenly, like an inflated balloon, and turned into a three-meter-tall giant. His muscles were like vines, tight and hard.

He punched the light curtain heavily, and the shattered light of the bang swept across the living room.

At this time, Fu Qingyang had already arrived at the balcony entrance and grabbed the patina-covered Bafang Sword from the inventory.

A flash of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he opened his mouth to spit out a gray mist.

Unseen spores floated up and down in the fog. These spores had powerful predatory properties. Once they were stained with creatures, they would grow wildly until they were drained of vitality.

The fog shrouded in, even if it was the scout's "prediction", it couldn't avoid this kind of attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't step back, grabbing a small white flag with his left hand, embroidered on the flag with a majestic white tiger.

"Roar!"

The illusory tiger roar echoed in the room, dissipating the fog.

Fu Qingyang stepped forward and held up the bronze sword from all directions.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled, his legs and feet seemed to be unable to coordinate, the left foot wanted to avoid the left, the right foot wanted to escape to the right, and the upper body had its own thoughts...

In the end, he could only summon a set of rattan armor, covering a body as high as three meters.

Fu Qingyang slashed with one sword.

The next moment, the rattan armor was cut open, and the flesh and blood were separated. The three-meter-tall giant was cut in half, the organs fell "crashing", and the crimson blood spread on the balcony floor tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene behind him, was surprised and delighted, and all kinds of thoughts flashed quickly:

died? A saint died like this...

Why doesn't he hide? This sword is unremarkable, is it difficult to avoid...

Fu Qingyang took back the bronze sword and the flag, and looked back indifferently: "Come and ask the spirit!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing stopped his chaotic thoughts and walked quickly.

PS: The typo is changed first and then corrected.