Spirit Walker

Bagui Province, Nanming City.

In an old neighborhood, the night is dark, and the old-fashioned street lamps cast a velvet halo.

For a border city with poor economic development and poor public security, there is really nothing to love at night, the income is low, there are few places to feast and feast, and it is not safe to go out at night.

When women go out in the middle of the night, gangsters are likely to hit their waistbands with guns. Men don't have this worry, but they will be choked.

The community was quiet, and the residents went to bed early.

Suddenly, a stray cat in the community uttered a shriek, breaking the silent night.

In a shabby rental house in a certain building, the homeless man suddenly woke up. He quickly got up and went to the window with bare feet, carefully opened a gap in the curtains, and looked at the neighborhood in the quiet night.

There was no one in the community, and the green plants were silently bathed in the halo of street lights.

But the wanderer in the world knows that there are uninvited guests in the community, and there are a large group of uninvited guests.

Cats are his eyeliner, and he has implanted the hostility of "seeing a large number of strangers and screaming uncomfortably". Animals and plants are often

The existence that is often overlooked by people is also the best guard.

At this time, the stray cat stopped calling, and the community returned to calm again.

Tong Kong, a vagabond standing behind the curtain, shrunk. If a group of strangers entered the community might be a coincidence, the wild cat stopped barking, allowing him to identify the group of people as official walkers.

Manipulating animals is the wood demon's specialty, and a group of official walkers have entered the community.

The wanderer in the world made a decisive decision and activated the dream shuttle skill to make the eyes deep,

Let the visions of strange dreams appear in front of you.

Regardless of whether this group of official walkers came to him or not, it was right to leave first.

It's not that he is sensitive, but after Zhao Xintong's incident, under the circumstances of team members' information leaking, it is necessary to be cautious. Evil professions that are not cautious enough often cannot survive the stage of saints.

Moreover, Madoka also informed them in the group a few days ago that Master Wuhen had retreated.

The team members continued to lurk, and still turned to Yuanshi Tianzun for help when they had difficulties, but everyone was scattered all over the world, even if Yuanshi Tianzun was a demigod, it was impossible for him to be there on call.

The wanderer in the world picked a dream at random and was about to jump into it, when he suddenly heard a cold snort.

The next moment, those dreams floating in the field of vision were all annihilated.

And the body of the wanderer in the world, which has just been blurred, returns to reality.

The dream was blocked, and someone prevented him from performing the dream jump. The only people who could do this were the dream master or the void man at the peak of the sixth level, who was not officially a member of the Southern School?

Nanpai found me? Impossible, I obviously changed my residence and stayed in this community for less than a week...

The homeless man was shocked, and immediately used mental manipulation, targeting the civilians in the entire residential building.

He planned to create chaos in his city and then used the illusionist's disguise ability to blend into the crowd and escape.

However, in his clear perception, the living people in the whole building lost their emotions, as if they were walking without souls.

My ability is blocked, it is the Southern faction, they know best how to deal with illusionists.

The vagabond coughed suddenly, his coughing face was red, his eyes were congested, his forehead temperature rose rapidly, and his limbs were weak.

He is sick.

It's the plague! Get out of here, get out of here immediately, the panic and fear in the wanderer's heart exploded, breaking through his reason.

An illusionist like Xin He is good at playing tricks. Once he is positioned and surrounded, he loses half of the game. What's more, his ability is now blocked by the masters of the Southern School.

He quickly took out a rattan armor and put it on, smashed through the window, and jumped down from the seventh floor.

Amidst the splashing of glass shards, he jumped into the script from the seventh floor with a "plop".

It seems to be waiting for this moment. The surrounding bushes grow wildly, like thorny thorns, imprisoning the wanderers in the world.

The wet mud turned into a pair of big hands, holding his ankles.

Oops! The heart of the homeless man trembled, he raised his head, and was about to scream, to exert a mental blow.

"boom!"

The majestic sound of the sniper rifle cut through the darkness, awakening the sleeping residents in the community.

The body of the vagrant in the world froze suddenly, and mottled bloodstains spattered on the wall behind him.

In the middle of the night, the drug chaser drove to the Public Security Department of NN City. He was called by the "Liang Shanshui Master" who was on the night shift in part, saying that the action team from the headquarters had arrived in Nanming City, and the person in charge asked to see him.

After parking the car, he tightened his thin windbreaker, feeling that the temperature tonight was a bit cool.

Bypassing the green belt, the drug chasers saw "Master Liang Shanshui" standing at the gate of the Public Security Department building, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The drug chaser approached, lit a cigarette, and asked casually: "What is the way of the imperial envoys? Which department? What is the mission of this trip?"

Master Liang Shanshui shook his head, "I didn't say what department it was from. The reason I gave was the same as that of Master Tianzun. He said that he was here to arrest the wanted criminal, and that he had already been shot dead, and he was in the morgue."

Speaking of this, Master Liang Shanshui whispered: "They are all big men. I checked their spiritual IDs and they are all saints. Teams like this that cross provinces to arrest wanted criminals are usually elite, but all members are saints." are extremely rare.”

All saints, arresting wanted criminals, and drug chasers frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Are you looking for me to hand over? Or is there an accomplice who has been arrested and needs our assistance?"

Master Liang Shanshui shook his head, "I only said that I wanted to see you, but I didn't mention anything, but I think the person who came was not kind."

The drug chaser took a puff on the cigarette and quickly burned half of the cigarette. He flicked the cigarette **** and exhaled a long white smoke, saying: "Go in."

Arriving at the floor where the Nanming Branch is located, the drug chasers followed Master Liang Shanshui straight to the mortuary. A team in tactical uniforms stood at the door of the mortuary. Three men and two women looked serious and looked at him coldly. Come.

"Deacon Chaser?" A short-haired and pretty woman said calmly, "Our captain is waiting for you inside."

The drug chaser nodded slightly, leaving Liang Yao, the landscape master, to enter the morgue alone.

The light in the morgue was bright. A stern young man in a tactical uniform stood tall by the mortuary table, on which lay a dead body covered with a white cloth.

The drug chaser glanced over, and he tightened his coat again and opened his mouth. "Hello, I'm a drug chaser, the person in charge of the Nanming branch."

Out of the swordsman's intuition and insight, he felt the imperial envoy's indifference and hostility.

"Military soul!" The grim young man turned his head and looked at him suspiciously with sharp eyes. "The deacon of the drug chaser was ordered to arrest a wanted criminal. The operation went smoothly, and the criminal in the group was shot."

He turned his head to look at Xing Shiyi, and continued:

"This is a sixth-level illusionist. We devoured his spirit body through props, and found out that he and you are brothers. These years, Cheng has been working for you. I broke the law to earn merit and money for you."

"Go and confirm, the confirmation is over, we will take you back to the headquarters for investigation."

There was a "boom" in the brain of the drug chaser, as if struck by lightning, he ran towards the morgue with a pale face, and staggered a few meters away.

The drug chaser reached out tremblingly, lifted the white cloth, and saw a familiar face, a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance

Human Vagabond!

There was a **** hole on his forehead, his eyes were wide open, staring straight at the ceiling, as if he was dying. His body was cold and stiff, and he died for more than two hours.

The drug chaser stared blankly at the corpse, like a stone sculpture whose soul had been sucked out, and murmured: . "Why are you arresting him? He's not on the wanted list. He's very low-key. He's never done anything illegal!"

When he said these words, there was no light in his eyes, and his tone was like a walking corpse, but the tears in his eyes were surging, and now he couldn't control the surging down.

The stern young man who claimed to be a military soul had a solemn expression, "This is not your place to ask and answer. I will record what you said and regard it as one of the evidences. Now please hand over all the props and follow us back to the headquarters for investigation."

The drug chaser laughed miserably: "Go back to the headquarters for investigation? You took away my only relative in the world and you drove me to a corner."

Desperate, he showed his long sword!

"Cough cough, cough cough,"

Sister Hong Mo, who was sleeping, woke up coughing, only felt her forehead was hot, and her breath was filled with scorching air.

"I'm sick? How could I be sick? It's the plague god!"

Suddenly she was shocked, jumped up from the bed, staggered and almost fell.

Sweetheart Red Devil immediately realized that she was being targeted by the authorities, and the disease unknowingly eroded her body.

Weak state: The official God of Plague can accurately spread the disease to her, indicating that her address has been located, and there must be many ambushes outside.

The reason why she hasn't come in yet is because she wants the disease to continue to erode, weaken her as much as possible, and even take it down without bloodshed.

As a female witch and Gu master, although she does not lack experience in dungeon combat, she has always kept her own place in reality and rarely conflicted with the authorities.

If you are not familiar with the official style and lack similar experience, it is obviously irrational to fight the official deathmatch.

And you can't fight with officials in residential buildings, as this will implicate too many innocent people.

Thinking of sweetheart here, the red devil staggered to the closet, opened the closet door, took out a black altar, and grabbed a plump and round chrysalis from it.

She swallowed the chrysalis in one gulp, and her full bee belly split her nightgown, her skin was stained with yellow ink, and tentacles grew out of her forehead, and her eyes were compound eyes of insects.

Wings that are as thin as a single wing spread out on the back.

She turned into a bee girl like Madoka.

The chrysalis in the jar was given by Madoka, which can turn the voodoo master into a wasp. The combat power is not strong, but the speed of the wasp can be compared to a supersonic fighter jet.

It is best to use it to break through. You must know that most saints cannot fly, but Gu masters who can transform Gu have absolute air supremacy in the saint stage.

After transforming into the bee girl, Sweetheart Red Devil quickly ran to the window and opened it.

Her expression froze suddenly, the window was covered with vines, and the thick and tough vines sealed the window tightly.

Sweetheart Red Devil separated and pulled a few times, but she couldn't break the cane. She suddenly turned her head and looked at the door with some despair. There were light, numerous footsteps outside the door.

Feelings of despair and fear surged up, Sweetheart Red Devil froze by the window for a few seconds, then rushed to the head of the bed recklessly, took out the phone under the pillow, opened the address book, and dialed her mother's number.

Ten seconds later, the phone was connected over there, and a sleepy and tired voice came: "Who is it?"

Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, tears flowed silently across my cheeks, and Sweetheart Red Devil's mouth trembled and he choked his throat.

In the end, without saying anything, he hung up the phone silently.

In a messy bedroom of a residential building, a middle-aged man in a tactical uniform lowered his head and picked up a thick clay figurine the size of a palm. With the small clay figurine put away, the restrictions that blocked the bedroom and living room disappeared.

The living room was in a mess, the furniture was beaten into flour, the gray-haired old man was lying on the ground, and the black blood flowed from his body, forming small puddles.

The three official saints in the bedroom were all seriously injured, UU reading www. uukanshu. com But it is not a serious problem. With complete tactics, detailed layout, and various auxiliary props, it is not difficult to hunt down an evil class that has no defense at all.

In fact, the battle ended very quickly, less than ten minutes from start to kill.

The middle-aged villain took out his earphones and issued orders: "The battle is over, notify the Public Security Bureau to come and deal with the scene."

While talking, he saw another companion walking towards the old man's body, and one of them was about to open the drawer of the bedside table in front of the old man.

"Wait*!" The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped.

When the old man in the closet was dying, he didn't beg for mercy or turn against others, but tremblingly crawled towards the bedside table until the moment he died, his eyes were fixed on the bedside table.

There may be some kind of scary item or consumable hidden in the cabinet.

"Be safe!" the middle-aged man reminded.

The companion nodded, took out a coat covered in mud and put it on. His movements suddenly became slow, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders. He raised his heavy arm and opened the drawer. What was inside made him stunned for a moment.

He picked up a thick stack of paper, glanced at it, and said in astonishment: "The appeal materials, that's all..."

A thick stack of complaint materials, some very new and some very old.

They record the blood, tears and grievances of a teacher's half life. They are very thin, and no one cares about them for decades.