Heaven's Last Big Boss

"Why?" Bing Ning already knew him quite well, "Are you in a hurry to practice?"

"Almost stagnant for several months," Zhou Zheng spread his hands, "The next half a year must be closed."

"You can't go," Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows at Zhou Zheng, "Stay for two more days, King Qingyuan hasn't tried yet, and God Yinhu will send someone to find you a fire-attribute treasure. Something needs you to come forward."

Zhou Zheng was a little puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Blue Shadow Religion."

Xiaoyue stretched her body: "General Yinhu said that this sect is very embarrassing now. A group of young people have become the lackeys of aliens. I am afraid that they will be in a difficult situation in the future. I just walked around and found that these people Many of them are talented in cultivation."

Zhou Zheng nodded slowly, standing there lost in thought.

Indeed, only he, the only remaining 'senior deacon', can settle the matter of the Qingying Cult properly.

Li Zhiyong said: "If used properly, it will also be a force to maintain the city."

"Zhiyong come with me, I'll go and gather my 'old department'," Zhou Zheng said with a relaxed smile, "I won't be asking for rewards from General Yinhu for this mission."

Next to him, Yue Wushuang, who had been unable to get in the conversation, couldn't help reminding in a low voice:

"Has the squad leader turned on his phone yet?"

"Ah yes, I've gotten used to not using my mobile phone for a few months in Yaodu... Oops!"

Zhou Zheng suddenly thought of something, and hastily took out the wristband from the necklace around his neck. Before he could put on the wristband, he took out his mobile phone. After pressing it a few times, the screen turned black, and he turned around like adding fuel to the fire.

Li Zhiyong handed over a charging treasure with a smile, and took out his special mobile phone for 'satellite communication', and shared it with Zhou Zheng's hotspot network.

Zhou Zheng quickly plugged in the charger, waited for 2 minutes, turned on the phone, connected to the Internet, and opened the chat software...

The phone froze instantly.

['Ao Ying (small domestic fish): You have been in retreat for so long, are you out? '

Ao Ying (household fish): Look, I have grown some dragon scales again today, this is the ultimate precious material for refining weapons!Looks good!The image is no longer valid. '

'Ao Ying (household fish): Are you still there? '

Ao Ying (fish without water): I miss you and want to turn on the voice, it's been three days. '

……

'Ao Ying (cooked fish): Hey, you've become a bitch!You wouldn’t have been in retreat for so long before! '

'Ao Ying (cooked fish): It's faded, the feelings are faded, it's not good if I don't stay by my side!Hmph, I asked my mother to give me the Dragon Transformation Pill, and I will be able to transform into a dragon in a year or two! '

Ao Ying (cooked fish): They said that you actually went on an adventure and didn't retreat, so you never told them, anyway, forgive you. '

'Ao Ying (dried fish): I had a dream yesterday, are you okay, are you taking an adventure to a place where mobile phones are not allowed? '

Ao Ying (dried fish): I haven't heard you speak for a long time. ']

An average of three messages per day!

The latest information was half an hour ago!

There are more than 60 missed calls!

Zhou Zheng gave Li Zhiyong a grateful smile, turned around holding the phone, dialed the voice quickly, and said in his most gentle voice: "Hello?"

Unexpectedly, there was a "wow" on the other side and he cried out, which made Zhou Zheng apologize for a while.

Taoist Qianshan shook his head slightly, his eyes showing a bit of thought.

Although the relationship between these children is very boring, Taoist Qianshan thought of Ye Yan'er at this moment, especially the price of Ye Yan'er, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

'It's dangerous, Swallow. '

……

Another two hours later.

On the ruin-like square in front of Qingpeng Building.

The members of the Qingying Cult gathered from all over the place filled the standing space here.

The total number of the Qingying Sect exceeds 6, and the first-, second-, and third-level members are still intact; they were also helping to maintain order before, but they have obviously been rejected by the public.

Their faces were gloomy, and most of them looked a little bit depressed.

Although it was only two hours, there have been more than [-] suicides by members of the Qingying Cult, most of which were discovered and prevented by the special operations team.

Zhou Zheng stood on the edge of the building, looking at the figures below, without saying a word for a long time.

He didn't know how to encourage them.

Encourage them to come out of the haze?To actively help others, in order to get everyone's approval?

Or, let the Qingying Cult be disbanded on the spot, and their identities restored to ordinary people, so that they can better integrate into this city that is destined to be prosperous in the future?

Zhou Zheng pondered quietly, even a little more confused in his eyes.

He suddenly thought of the old gentleman's words relayed by Daoist Dongling, and thought of the way of self-enlightenment.

"What is my way?"

Zhou Zheng murmured in a low voice.

The Taoist Qianshan not far away was taken aback when he heard the words. The Taoist Qianshan who had hoped for Zhou Zheng and wanted Zhou Zheng to show him the way forward was even more confused.

Bing Ning stepped forward with her hands behind her back, standing beside Zhou Zheng, her fair face returned to the coldness of a Bing Xian.

"Isn't the road just under your own feet? If you refuse to take a step, how do you know where it is?"

Zhou Zheng couldn't help laughing, and made a salute to Bing Ning, and jumped down from the edge of the building, with his hands on his back from the air and his right knee arched, which was very chic.

"Everyone has been waiting."

Chapter 1 Between Light and Shadow

'It turns out that I have always been the enemy's minion. '

An apartment living room covered in shards of glass.

The bald man in a black uniform moved a chair and sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the cracked apartment building opposite, his eyes a little dull.

He held a pistol in his hand.

Although the armband with the word 'Blue Shadow' written on it has been removed, the badge on the pistol cannot be wiped off.

The middle-aged man was in a daze, dazed.

On the bed in the bedroom, the wife who just drank a little wine and took a sleeping pill fell into a deep sleep.

He said that as soon as she wakes up, the family will return to what it was before, there will be no disturbances, and life can go on.

But, can you really go on?

The man slowly picked up the pistol, pressed the safety, and stuffed the muzzle into his mouth.

His arms were trembling, his eye sockets turned red quickly, and his breathing was a little difficult due to the blocked nostrils. He tried hard to put the pistol behind his jaw and closed his eyes tightly, but that finger couldn't pull the trigger at all.

The man pulled out his pistol abruptly, leaned forward and bowed his head retching, holding his head and whimpering a few times.

Obviously, obviously he was a beloved 'deacon' half a day ago.

Obviously at this time yesterday, he was still walking around the area he was in charge of with a few young and energetic team members, helping the elderly to carry some heavy objects, and organizing a fairly good teaching lecture.

Everything changed suddenly.

He didn't know how, everything had changed.

A terrible roar that suddenly appeared in the night;

Continuous thunder;

It seemed that there was a fierce battle, but he couldn't remember the process of the battle. He only felt groggy. He was running with the crowd, and then suddenly rose into the sky, crowded with people, and then flew in the sky.

When he regained consciousness, he was hugging his wife, standing with many familiar faces, and looking up at the clear sky with nothing left.

He suddenly understood something.

The city has been controlled by alien forces before;

The Qingying Religion is a tool for the enemy to monitor and control the city.

The man tore open his usual work log and looked at the neat records.

The few jobs he needs to do—observing whether there are any abnormalities in the surrounding environment, regularly counting whether there are strange faces in the area, and sending care and condolences to those disturbed people are actually...

Surveillance, surveillance, all surveillance!

Those familiar and gentle faces around were suddenly full of hostility;

These old people who kept sending them to care for them avoided themselves like snakes and scorpions.

A young man threw a stone, and the stone hit his face, but the man felt no pain.

He bowed his head to avoid, hugged his wife tightly, and walked towards the direction of his remaining home.

What is there to hesitate about?

The bald man sitting on the chair straightened up, slowly wiped the barrel of the pistol clean with the corner of his clothes, and held it to his mouth again.

It's not a decent way to end yourself like this though.

But he couldn't think of any other way.

Even if he just jumped out of the window, he didn't want to stand in the harsh sunlight and face those strange eyes again.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from afar.

The bald man was taken aback.

He listened attentively, and several pictures appeared in his mind.

These pictures have many things in common. For example, in the afternoon, in the spacious conference room, the young man named Zhou Lin sitting on the main seat, while chatting with the guys familiarly, preached What is conspicuously absent from the doctrine.

He was deeply impressed by Zhou Lin, not only because of the speed at which he was promoted;

The most important thing is that this young man seems to have a strange ability, and he keeps saying some outrageous words, but after careful taste, he feels that they are indeed reasonable.

And every time I finish a meeting with this guy, I always feel refreshed.

Why did I hear his voice?

is he around

The bald man turned his head and looked around, his eyes were a little dazed.

The well-decorated home was empty, and there were no people there.

Zhou Lin's voice seemed to come directly from the window.

"Everyone has been waiting."

As Zhou Lin said, his voice was a little low.

"Sorry, I deceived everyone before, I was actually an undercover agent from outside, and I was ordered by the human camp to enter this city to lurk, collect information here, and then help formulate a battle plan.

"I am embarrassed facing you now, as you are now facing the rest of the city.

"In a sense, I also betrayed the Qingying Cult.

"Yes, the Qingying Cult is an organization established by alien forces to monitor humans and control society. The deacons above the fourth level are all human beings disguised as alien enemies.

"The human camp has mastered the power possessed by the alien enemies. On the premise of my deliberate management and knowing the information in advance, I accepted their transformation and made them mistakenly think that I became their partner.

"So I quickly became a high-level deacon... Many of you should have discussed me, right?"

The bald man heard the emotion in Zhou Lin's voice.

Is this guy trying to encourage them?

It has to be said that young people are naive, and this guy is a standard idealist.

The bald man sighed softly, resting the pistol on his thigh, rubbing its lines with his fingers.

Because of holding it for too long, the handle of the pistol has become a little warmer.

'Listen, how else he can inspire. '

The bald man thought so.

The voice came again: