Spirit Walker

"Zicong, Zichong, your father was beaten to death." Lin Zichong was awakened by the shrill cry. He got up suddenly and saw the familiar room, the white walls painted by the rural people, the simple wardrobe and the big bed, the window. There is a cheap desk next to it.

On the table is a gaming computer from a second-hand market, a dirty mechanical keyboard, and an ashtray and a mineral water bottle filled with cigarette butts.

How do I go back to the past...

Dazedness flashed across Lin Zichong's eyes, and he felt his head was groggy, as if he was in a hangover state.

Hangover... By the way, he had a drink with a few people in the village yesterday. Recently, because of the land expropriation, the whole village has been in a commotion.

The matter of land acquisition depends on the power of several families to be happy and others to be sad. For those who go out to work, it is better to exchange the long-abandoned fields for a sum of money than to leave them unused.

But for some middle-aged and elderly people who have lived on the fields all their lives, it is embarrassing. The old uncles have been eating in the fields all their lives, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. Do physical work.

Requisitioning the land is tantamount to killing them, so the two sides have a fierce conflict. Now the developer has hired a group of punks with sticks to guard the excavator.

If the villagers dare to come, they will fight one by one.

Many young and strong people in the village were arrested by the Public Security Bureau for fighting with weapons, and the resistance in the village quickly weakened.

Recalling this point, Lin Zichong's mind was completely clear.

"Zichong, your father was beaten to death..." The shrill cry came again, and an old farmer with his head covered in blood and muddy head rushed in, with red eyes and a sad and ferocious expression.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Lin Zichong jumped up from the bed.

The old farmer grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist tightly, crying, "Your father was beaten to death by those people."

Lin Zi rushed out like crazy, rushed out of the village, and came to his own field. From a distance, he saw a

A group of people gathered there, and the villagers and gangsters were divided into two groups, with a clear distinction between them.

Lin Zichong pushed his way through the crowd, and saw the muddy, stubborn old man lying in a pool of blood.

His gray hair was stained with mud and blood.

The back of his head was covered in blood and flesh, and he had been hit by countless sticks. Lin Zi's father's face, his heart was throbbing. This kind of heart-piercing pain was very familiar, as if he had experienced it before.

Seeing Lin Zichong coming, the gangster immediately shouted: "We didn't hit him, he hit him, that's right, he hit our stick.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you dare to make trouble again, this is the end, boss, let's call the security guards and let the Public Security Department handle it. It's a civilized society now."

Lin Zichong was paralyzed beside his father's body. This stubborn old man, who knew his reasons, could no longer stand up and do things.

He died in labor

In his field, the soil was stained with his blood.

"Zicong, your father died a miserable death. He was beaten to death." At this time, the uncle came over and said in a sigh: "You want to avenge him, you can't be as weak as last time "

He couldn't be as weak as last time, Lin Zichong hugged his head in pain, he remembered, he remembered it first, it was the most humiliating thing in his life.

That time, he watched his father die on the ridge of the field and watched the gangsters shouting. He weakly chose to endure, and he chose to submit. He went to file a lawsuit, thinking that he could get justice.

As a result, his mother was killed, and he regretted it for many years.

With his head up three feet, there is a **** who is fair and at ease, Zhonglinzizhong's eyes are a little bit red, a little bit ferocious, he roared and rushed towards the gangsters, he wanted to avenge his father, and he wanted to fight these murderers desperately.

The gangsters surrounded him, knocked him to the ground with a sap stick, and the Yang stick fell like a torrential rain, and the forest never rose again.

...

Closed command room.

Secretary Zhou was facing the voice channel, standing in front of the blackboard with a pen in his hand, Tan Nadan said: "Every team reports the battle situation, and each team reports

war"

"The first team reported that the wanderer in the world has been killed. We found that he was secretly colluding with the drug chasers of the Nanming branch. The drug chasers saw the incident and arrested and resisted. Qian has been killed. We lost two teammates to report complete!"

"The second team reports that the Sweetheart Red Devil has been killed and the team has no losses. The report is over!"

"The third team reported that the teacher has been shot dead. We found the complaint materials in his room and the materials have been destroyed. The team has no losses. The report is over!"

"The fourth team reported. The head coach Lin Chong confirmed his death. He died in a dream. The team has no losses. The report is over!"

"Five teams report that Fang Fang has been killed, the team lost one person, and the smoke of the battle has caused six deaths and thirteen injuries to ordinary residents. The situation is under control, and the report is over!"

"Six teams report that the overlord Farewell My Concubine has been killed, the team has suffered no losses, and the battle has caused three deaths and seven injuries to ordinary residents. The situation has been brought under control, and the report is over!"

"Report from Team Seven..." Secretary Zhou crossed off the dead heads while listening. In the end, there were only four people left, Xiaoyuan, Kou Beiyue, Liang Chen and Zhao Xintong.

Secretary Zhou turned off the headset, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message: "It's time to wrap up!"

Jinshan City.

"Dingdong!"

Old Nu Tao, head of the Baiwa branch, heard the message ruthlessly, and he took out his phone to check the message: [Secretary Zhou: It's time to finish!

Nu Tao ruthlessly put away his mobile phone, turned his head and ordered the team members behind him, and said coldly, "Immediately start the remote monitoring of the drone. If you find a violent conflict, report it to the two elders who are accompanying you immediately, and then block the nearby streets."

"Yes!" The subordinate replied in a low voice.

Nu Tao ruthlessly turned his head back and looked at the distant community. He was handsome and pale-skinned. He was already part of the elders in Baiwa City at the age of fifteen.

Baiwa City is close to the capital city, under the foot of the emperor, so it can be said that the future is boundless, but Nu Tao knows that if there is no mass destruction of the ruler, he will not be able to enter the headquarters for at least ten years.

The head of the branch is always a vassal, no matter how great his power is, his power is limited. Only when he enters the center, will he have the opportunity to serve as the secretary of the ten elders in the future.

The secretary is the agent and spokesperson of the elders, and the power is so great that it is difficult to imagine.

But now, Elder Cai promised that as long as he completes the task, he will be transferred to the headquarters within five years.

The goal is to kill the evil profession lurking in the Chonghua Community of Jinshan City, as well as anyone who comes to the rescue.

"Elder Cai, this drunkard doesn't mean to drink." Who will come to the rescue? Hunting and killing this group of stinky boiled rats in the gutter can lead to the primordial thing Tianzun. This is the message sent by the dark night rose.

Elder Cai's real goal is Tianzun Yuanshi. In order not to scare him away and ensure the success rate of the operation, Elder Cai arranged for three masters this time, two of whom are secretly lurking under the blessing of the secret, and Tianzun Yuanshi is absolutely impossible. Be aware of it in advance.

Wait for this son to show up and then make a move together.

At that time, it will not be wrong to kill the leader directly on the grounds of colluding with evil professions and obstructing law enforcement officers to handle the case!

Nu Tao's relentless body quickly atomized, and the white mist drifted towards the Chonghua Community not far away.

In the bedroom, two desks are side by side, and two computers are connected.

"Are you trash?" Kou Beiyue dropped the mouse angrily, glaring at the little fat man beside him. "You can't concentrate on playing a game."

"Boss, isn't this why you rest on your own wave? You don't push the tower with the archer, you don't fight with the jungler, you go with the wind and the waves against the wind, and if your teammates scold you, you send the tower away." The little fat man said aggrievedly, "How can you blame me."

Kou Beiyue shaved his scalp, "How dare you talk back, how dare you talk back?" He got up angrily, "I'll go get the fruit juice from the living room, what do you drink?"

Since Master Wuhen retreated, Xiaoyuan obeyed Yuanshi Tianzun's order not to let them go out to deliver the courier.

"Farmer enjoys water!" the little fat man said without hesitation.

Kou Beiyue immediately went out, walked back to the door and came back to shave his scalp in frustration, saying: "Tonight, you fight me hard, if you lose again, I will punish you for supper." Kou Beiyue went to the living room with a sigh.

The living room is pitch black, his and your little fat man's room is in the north, and Xiaoyuan's and Zhao Xintong's room is in the south, separated by the living room.

Recently, he felt that it would be nice to live here all the time.

Every night I can play games with my brothers, and when I go out, I can see the door of Xiaoyuan's room. Zhao Xintong's girl is obsessed with cleanliness.

He cherishes his current life very much and hopes to continue it forever. Kou Beiyue came to the refrigerator and was about to open it when he suddenly heard Zhao Xintong coughing from your room opposite.

Cough and ding sound hoarse.

"Huh? She's sick," Kou Beiyue subconsciously thought, and then, a coughing sound came from Xiaoyuan's room.

"Plop" came the sound of falling to the ground behind him, Kou Beiyue turned around in astonishment and saw the little fat man fell to the ground, dying.

No matter how slow he was, he realized that something was wrong. He looked around vigilantly, and saw a black figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"He has a good physique, does he seem to be a bewitching demon?" The figure on the sofa in the living room smiled.

"You!" Kou Beiyue was shocked, and instinctively grabbed the weapon from the inventory.

"Ahem!" So he clutched his throat and coughed forcefully. First his forehead was hot, and then dizziness and vomiting. This feeling reminded him of his bad stomach and high fever when he was a child.

"Bang Dang", the weapon in his hand fell.

Kou Beiyue leaned against the refrigerator, slowly fell to the ground, looked at Xiaoyuan's room with difficulty, and shouted in a weak and hoarse voice, "Xiaoyuan, let's go!"

In the room, Xiaoyuan struggled to get up, staggered out of the room, and there was a broken mobile phone beside the bed.

She will never ask Yuanshi Tianzun for help again,

In the other room, Zhao Xintong took out the phone under the pillow with trembling hands, and dialed Yuanshi Tianzun's phone when he lost consciousness.

In the illusion, Master Wuhen held his heart in one hand, pinched the rosary with the other, and recited the Diamond Sutra. Behind his head was a round of blazing and clear sun.

The pure and domineering golden light evaporated all the wraiths that fell from the sky. The divine power of the sun is the most domineering power in the world. It rejects all spiritual powers and is not affected by any spells.

Therefore, even the secret of the origin of the sun cannot erase the existence of the divine power of the sun.

Only the divine power of the sun can defeat the divine power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the southern sect can transform into a more powerful one.

But the nature of the divine power of the sun is that it does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, which is tantamount to helping the past without a trace in a disguised form.

The full moon hangs quietly high in the clouds, and after the birth of the mad king with the power of the sun, endless resentful spirits evaporate, wave after wave, until finally it becomes a competition of spiritual power.

Whoever's spiritual power is exhausted first will be defeated. However, the darkness in the heart of Master Wuhen gradually fades away, and the blood color has the upper hand. He is about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball. When the heart completely recovers the blood color, he will become a phantom god.

Moreover, it is the phantom **** who can suppress evil thoughts, whether it is Lingtuo or the leader of the Southern School, they are not in a hurry, and they all lurk quietly.

At this time, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. He sensed Xiaoyuan's request for help, but when he wanted to follow the message, his connection with the Dreaming Jade Talisman was concealed.

At this time, in the dark void, there came the strange voice of the leader of the Southern School, who could hardly distinguish between men and women, with a sneer: "You can really win for yourself?"

"That's too underestimating the Lord of the Taiyin's layout ability. There is no trace of the past, do you want to see what happens to your disciples and grandchildren?"

After the voice fell, a large picture appeared in the void, which was the scene of a wanderer in the world being shot in the head.

The image of being a teacher is pierced through the heart, the image of the sweetheart red devil being burned into ashes, the image of Aunt Fang being beheaded, and the image of Lin Chong dying in pain in his dream.

The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black, and the golden Buddha that existed all the time opened its eyes.

The compassion in his eyes was gone, the flames of magic were soaring, Master Wuhen yelled madly, "Lingtuo!"

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Elder Cai stood on a high trapezoidal viewing platform in the capital and a certain retro theater, looking at the empty stage, he said loudly.

"Palace Master. This subordinate has something to report. Past Wuhen failed to be promoted to Phantom God, and is about to go mad. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please take action to kill this thief."

Behind the stage curtain, came a soft and moving voice, "Got it."

In Xie's old house, Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine, hooked shoulders with Xie Su, and chatted and laughed happily with the old ancestor.

"The old ancestor waited for me to hide for a month. After hiding, he came out to marry the girls of your Xie family. I want to marry ten."

"Drink too much, drink too much." Xie Su patted his son-in-law-to-be on the shoulder, "Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi!"

"This is your father-in-law's fault. Aunt Xie is so beautiful, why don't you have more girls and marry me when the time comes." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xie Su was silent for a while and pushed him away in disgust, "Lingxi said that you are a dedicated man. When will this girl's eyes be good? She really lacks social experience."

The old ancestor reprimanded his great-grandson, "What's the crime for the eldest wife, three wives and four concubines?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass, "The old ancestor still listens well. I will go back after the old ancestor drinks this cup."

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and the caller was Zhao Xintong.