Spirit Realm Walker

Listening to the serious tone of Yuanshi Tianzun, Guan Ya and Wei Yuanzhou looked at Long Live White Tiger at the same time.

"Things that violate laws and disciplines." Baihu Longzai's face suddenly became a little embarrassed and hesitantly said:

"Why do you ask this so suddenly? I, well, I sometimes use my position to make some side jobs and make some extra money. You know, the little money given by the organization is not a lot, but I can buy a house in Jinghai City. , I had to save for at least five years before I could afford the down payment.

"But I just make some extra money, only a few hundred thousand. I have a sense of proportion. Besides, everyone does this."

Wei Yuanzhou next to him coughed and said displeasedly:

"That's you. I have never taken advantage of others. Don't blame your mistakes on the environment and society. As long as you keep your heart, no amount of filth can erode your will."

Long Live White Tiger suddenly felt a little ashamed:

"Brother Wei, I definitely can't compare with you. You are known for your integrity in our branch, but you see, if you don't join in with everyone, you will be ostracized and you are not yet a deacon."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Guan Ya, who nodded slightly.

It's definitely not something like taking advantage of others, but when it comes to breaking laws and disciplines, Long Live Baihu only talks about making quick money, and with his weak body and poor mental state, he will definitely not be able to hide it from Guan Ya if he lies. Zhang Yuanqing's brows gradually furrowed. rise.

Guan Ya said:

"You have a good rest. We will be guarding you in the hospital these days. If your assassin dares to come, we will take it down for you."

After saying that, she saw Yuanshi Tianzun bowing his back and silently walking out of the ward.

"Where are you going?" Guan Ya asked.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" Zhang Yuanqing replied.

Go to the bathroom and flush your children and grandchildren into the toilet. Damn it, I must find a way to get a prop to suppress desires in the future. Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Ten o'clock in the evening, Wuhen Hotel.

The two battery cars drove through the bumpy road, turned a corner, drove towards the hotel, and finally stopped at the door.

Kou Beiyue, wearing a delivery boy's uniform, opened the take-out box, took out a large pile of food boxes, led his little brother and entered the hotel with his head held high.

"Xiaoyuan, I brought you a late-night snack. Oh, two people delivering food can make money quickly!"

Kou Beiyue put the food at the front desk and Chunfeng said proudly.

The little fat man took off his helmet, unpacked the package diligently, and expressed his doubts:

"Two people delivering food are definitely more profitable than one person, but boss, there are many ways to make money, why should we deliver food?"

Kou Beiyue said naturally:

"Because there is nothing else."

The little fat man opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless. He could only open the bag and put out the food boxes one by one.

After a few seconds, he expressed doubt again:

"No, it's not easy to make money. Boss, you are a saint now. You can sell the props in the extraordinary stage. Isn't it easy to become a millionaire?"

Without waiting for Kou Beiyue to answer, Xiao Yuan said calmly:

"If the props in the extraordinary stage are no longer used, we will give them to the extraordinary practitioners in the organization to improve their ability to deal with dangers to ensure their survival rate."

The little fat man suddenly realized.

He knew that Master Wuhen had a loose organization that was scattered everywhere on weekdays. When the master was giving lectures, everyone would gather at the Wuhen Hotel.

At this time, the sound of the elevator "ding" came from deep in the hotel, and then, an old man with a sad face and wrinkles came out of the hotel.

He was wearing a pair of wrinkled old leather shoes, cheap short-sleeved shirts worth more than ten yuan, and equally cheap black trousers.

The old man's skin was dark and shiny, covered with wrinkles, just like the old farmers who worked hard in the fields, or the day laborers who worked hard to earn a living on the construction site.

You can easily see the vicissitudes of life ravaged on his face.

"Uncle Zhang?"

When Kou Beiyue saw the old man, he looked surprised and said, "Why are you here? I just bought a midnight snack, let's eat together."

The old man with a grimace on his face shook his head slightly, "I'm looking for Master Wuhen to resolve my doubts. If I have something else to do, I won't eat."

After a moment of hesitation, he looked at Kou Beiyue and asked, "I heard from Xiao Yuan that your sister's case has been closed?"

Kou Beiyue nodded vigorously:

"I will no longer have any obsessions and will concentrate on practicing with Master Wuhen. By the way, it was Yuanshi Tianzun who helped me reverse the case. Uncle Zhang, do you know him?

"That boy is a talent. I have to admit that he is a little better than me. He is very friendly to people like us. I will introduce him to you another day."

Hearing this, a heartfelt smile finally appeared on that face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life:

"That's good, that's good. Beiyue, you are lucky."

He didn't seem to be good at words. He kept saying words like "lucky" and "that's good" over and over again. Then he stopped and looked at the little fat man with some embarrassment and dullness.

Kou Beiyue hurriedly introduced:

"He is our new member, 'Good ministers choose their masters and kill them', and he is my younger brother. Uncle Zhang is a senior in our organization and has a good personality."

It can be seen that Kou Beiyue likes this kind elder very much.

An honest and honest farmer, a little dull, a little dull, not good at words, not good at communication.

This was the little fat man's first impression of Uncle Zhang.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Uncle Zhang!"

A look of confusion flashed across the old man's slightly dull face.

Kou Beiyue said:

"Uncle Zhang, I heard from Xiao Yuan that you were injured by an official a while ago? Who did it? Does it matter? I am a saint now, and I can bring my little brother to avenge you."

Uncle Zhang was silent for a moment and shook his head: "It's not a big deal, Beiyue, Xiaoyuan, I'll go back first."

He nodded to the little fat man again.

Kou Beiyue said: "You walk slowly."

When Uncle Zhang walked out of the hotel, Kou Beiyue said to the little fat man:

"Uncle Zhang is actually old enough to be my grandfather, but everyone calls him Uncle Zhang, so I call him the same, and you just follow me.

"He has a bit of a boring temper, but he has a good heart and is very willing to help the juniors. If you need help in the future, you can ask Uncle Zhang. However, Uncle Zhang doesn't come to Wuhen Hotel very often and you can't see him usually. Alas, I bought a late-night snack Not much, even if Uncle Zhang is gone, otherwise there won’t be enough to eat.”

Freelance has a good heart? If someone else said this, the little fat man would sneer at it, but after getting to know it over the past few days, he knew that this was a self-salvation organization.

Madoka looked at the old man's retreating back, frowning slightly.

Jinghai People's Hospital.

In the lounge outside the special care ward, Zhang Yuanqing was sitting on a high-backed chair. There were lunch boxes and cans of beer that he had just finished eating on the table.

"Captain Wei, how long have you been promoted to Saint? Why haven't you been promoted to Deacon yet?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of iced Coke and looked at the man opposite.

The entire floor of the special care ward has been cleared, ordinary patients have been transferred to other wards, and official guards have been arranged to guard the corridors and elevator entrances.

The insightful Guan Ya took over the hospital's monitoring room, while Xiao Green Tea was in the adjacent ward, using props to monitor the surrounding movements.

Just waiting for the murderer to arrive, everyone gathered together to attack him.

Wei Yuanzhou twirled a can of beer in his hand and smiled, "To be promoted to deacon, you have to achieve more than three C-level merits, or one B-level meritorious service. Everyone says that B-level meritorious deeds are life-changing, and A-level meritorious deeds can only be achieved by elders." Obtain. You are a genius and do not understand the hardships of ordinary practitioners."

"No, no, no, my merits are paid for with my life." Zhang Yuanqing retorted and said with emotion:

"I thought you were ostracized because of what Long Live the White Tiger said."

Wei Yuanzhou said seriously:

"The bottom line is to maintain your integrity. I am indeed not very gregarious, but I can't say that I am being excluded. As long as you concentrate on your work, the organization will always notice you. It just takes time."

"I'm superficial, I'll punish myself with a drink." Zhang Yuanqing lifted the can of Coke.

He admired this god of plague who had a gentle temperament and cherished feathers, and was thinking about whether to dig him to Songhai. Although his merits were not enough and he would not be able to become a deacon in Songhai, he could recommend him to Fu Qingyang and let Wei Yuanzhou serve as the patrol captain.

Because the patrol team chases wanted criminals, it is more suitable to accumulate merit. When enough merit is accumulated in the future, Wei Yuanzhou can return to Jinghai City to serve as a deacon.

It is still very difficult to serve as a deacon in Songhai. As a municipality directly under the central government, Songhai usually has level 5 or 6 saints serving as deacons.

There are not many Level 4 ones.

Wei Yuanzhou smiled and raised the beer can and took a sip.

Zhang Yuanqing said:

"Captain Wei, have you considered it?"

Suddenly, Xie Lingxi's urgent voice came from the headset:

"Brother Yuanshi, I heard the colleague patrolling in the corridor fell to the ground. There was a brief exchange of words. Their heartbeats were still there. They were not dead, just unconscious."

The attackers are really coming! When did Guan Ya sneak into the hospital? Why didn't Guan Ya give a warning? There was no surveillance in the corridor. He chose to clear out the enemies in the corridor first. Zhang Yuanqing stood up suddenly.

Wei Yuanzhou, who was across the table, also put down the beer can with a solemn expression.

He also wore a headset and heard Xie Lingxi's words.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the headset and said:

"Did you hear the attacker's footsteps? In what direction?"

Xie Lingxi's cry came: "He's here, coming to our floor. Hmm."

The sound in the headset suddenly stopped and was replaced by the sweet moan of Little Green Tea.

The next second, Zhang Yuanqing and Wei Yuanzhou, who were sitting at the round table, felt their legs go weak, their heads felt dizzy, and their bodies were filled with intense fatigue and sleepiness.

At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of extraordinary practitioners falling to the ground in the corridor.

Wei Yuanzhou quickly took out a bright green leaf from the inventory, held it in his mouth, and said in a deep voice:

"It is a colorless and odorless paralyzing gas. The source should be ventilation ducts or central air conditioning. It is not very toxic, but it will seriously weaken our combat effectiveness."

He immediately judged the attacker's tactics based on the situation of his colleagues.

The more toxic the poison, the stronger the smell, which will be noticed immediately. The attacker is very clever. He used the ventilation system of the hospital to cut the flesh with a blunt knife, paralyzing the official practitioners in the building bit by bit.

Zhang Yuanqing said "ha": "I guessed it."

What tactics would a psychic who is good at using toxins use to attack more and less?

When the patrol team discussed in private, Li Chunfeng's speculation was that ventilation ducts were used to transport poisonous gas.

So Zhang Yuanqing arranged for Little Funny and the Ghost Bride to guard the central air conditioning and ventilation ducts, and gave each of the official practitioners on duty an antidote pill refined by a wood demon.

Unexpectedly, I still got hit.

Zhang Yuanqing estimated that the psychic held a "grand" prayer before taking action, which added a buff to his action.

He calmly summoned the Mountain God Scepter, held this "very expensive" but extremely powerful prop in his hand, and activated the "strange power" function of the prop.

In an instant, a powerful force surged out from the scepter and merged into the limbs. The weakness of the muscles disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yuanqing rushed out of the lounge with the mountain god's scepter, and happened to see a stooped man in a black coat and a mask in the brightly lit corridor rushing towards the special care ward.

"Tuk!"

He put the Mountain God's scepter under his feet, and a wave of green ripples spread out. The potted plants placed around the corridor came to life, grew rapidly, and stretched out vines to wrap around the charging enemies.

Covered in a coat and with a stooped back, the enemy was extremely nimble. He turned sideways, jumped, and avoided vines. Finally, he jumped up, stepped on the wall, escaped the whipping of a vine, and came right in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

Under the black clothes, an arm wearing a steel arm guard poked out. The palm was like a large rodent front claw with sharp nails.

"call!"

The sharp claws scraped through the air, making a clear whistling sound, and easily tore apart the young man holding the scepter.

But it's just an illusion.

The hunched psychic was stunned for a moment, and then he lay down on the left side with his back pressed against the wall, as if he was avoiding something.

"boom!"

The floor tiles on the ground where he was originally were smashed into pieces.

A young man holding a scepter appears.

When the stick failed, Zhang Yuanqing immediately flew up with a kick, showing super flexibility, and kicked the psychic's chin with his toes.

At the same time, he could clearly see half of the psychic's face. He had mouse-like black eyes, white temples, and deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He was very old.

The psychic's body suddenly collapsed and he nimbly dodged again.

Boom!

Zhang Yuanqing's snake-like kick left a deep hole in the wall. He used the Star Escape Technique without hesitation, and his body turned into a dreamlike star official, just in time to avoid the psychic's claw that swept toward his ankle.

Zhang Yuanqing's figure appeared more than ten meters away, his face turned blue, and worm-like objects protruded under his skin, crawling slowly.

He was poisoned and invaded by insect eggs.

The air is full of poisonous gas and dust-like insect eggs, which enter the human body with breathing.

"Cough, cough, cough"

The psychic suddenly coughed violently, felt his chest was tight, his throat was uncomfortable, and he had difficulty breathing.

My forehead also burned.

He was sick, and germs were attacking his immune system, causing all kinds of discomfort.

It was Wei Yuanzhou in the lounge who released the germs.

At this time, a door in the corridor was violently kicked open, and a red-haired girl rushed out. Without saying a word, her petite body ignited with violent flames, like a meteor, and slammed into the psychic.

The psychic, who was in a state of discomfort, was about to cross his arms in an attempt to block the impact of the meteorite.

However, a shadow wearing a bright red wedding dress and holding a baby in its arms appeared silently behind the psychic and completed its possession.

"boom!"

The meteorite hit the psychic's chest, knocking him away hard. Blood spurted out from the impact and his chest was scorched black.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing used the powerful vitality of the Night God to suppress the poisonous insects and poisons. He held the mountain god's scepter in his left hand and summoned the bloodthirsty blade in his right hand, chasing the possessed psychic at a faster speed. The sharp lancet stabbed into the enemy's chest with a "pop".

But Zhang Yuanqing knew that with the psychic's vitality, such an attack would not be fatal.

Calmly draw the knife and slash at the opponent's neck, intending to complete the beheading.

As for the psychic who suffered heavy injuries, his hands and feet seemed to be no longer agile after he landed heavily. He made a few clumsy strokes and found it difficult to effectively avoid.

Because the little funny guy took away his agility.

To deal with a level 4 psychic, it is better to fight with more and less. He does not need to use all the props, nor does he need to use skills such as Roaring the Moon and Fugue.

At this moment, a loud "bang" was heard, and the floor-to-ceiling window in the ward beside Zhang Yuanqing exploded.

A black shadow broke through the floor-to-ceiling window, passed through the ward in an instant, rushed into the corridor, and knocked Zhang Yuanqing away.

The figure was so fast that he didn't even react.

In a hurry, he could only roll around while using Night Travel to hide his figure.

The black shadow did not pursue him, but grabbed the psychic's shoulder, led him into the ward, and flew away through the broken floor-to-ceiling window.

Zhang Yuanqing chased the other person with his eyes, and in the sound of wings flapping like a helicopter propeller, he saw the sexy bee belly with black and yellow stripes, and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar back.

Madoka? !

He froze.

PS: The flying fish was drunk by me and vomited for half an hour. Xiaolong just gave in and was a loser. And after I finished drinking, I coded a chapter. sleep.