Spirit Realm Walker

Bagui Province, Nanming City.

In an old neighborhood, it was dark at night, and old-fashioned street lamps cast a goose-down halo.

For a border city with poor economic development and poor public security, there is really nothing to be obsessed with at night. The income is low, there are few places for entertainment and entertainment, and it is not safe to go out at night.

Women who go out in the middle of the night are more likely to be raped by gangsters who put guns into their back waistbands. Men don't have this worry, but they will be pinched.

The community was quiet as the residents went to bed early.

Suddenly, a stray cat in the community made a sharp cry, breaking the silent night.

In a shabby rental house in a certain building, a wanderer in the world suddenly woke up. He quickly got up and turned on the light, walked to the window with bare feet and carefully opened a gap in the curtains, and looked at the quiet community in the 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 they are a large group of uninvited guests.

The cat is his spy, and he has been implanted with the hostility of "screaming uneasily when seeing a large number of strangers". Animals and plants are often

The existence that is often ignored is also the best guard.

At this time, the stray cats stopped meowing, and the community returned to calm again.

The human wanderer standing behind the curtain had his eyes narrowed. If a group of strangers entered the community, it might be a coincidence, but the wild cat stopped barking, allowing him to confirm the identity of the group of people.

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

The wanderer in the world made a quick decision and activated the dream shuttle skill, making his eyes become deep.

Let strange dreams appear before your eyes.

No matter whether this group of official practitioners are coming for him or not, it is right to leave first.

It's not that he is sensitive, but after Zhao Xintong's incident, when team member information was leaked, caution is necessary. Evil professions that are not cautious enough often do not survive to the saint stage.

Moreover, Xiao Yuan also informed them in the group a few days ago that Master Wuhen had gone into seclusion.

The team members continued to lurk, and when in trouble they still sought help from Yuanshi Tianzun, but they were scattered all over the world, and even though Yuanshi Tianzun was a demigod, it was impossible for him to be always available.

The wanderer in the world randomly selected a dream and was about to jump into it when he suddenly heard a cold snort coming from his ears.

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

And the body of the wanderer in the world, which had just become virtual, returned to reality.

The dream was blocked, and someone prevented him from using Dream Jump. The only people who could do this were the sixth-level Dream Master or the Void One, who were not officially from the Southern Sect?

Did the Nanpai find 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 civilians in the entire residential building.

He planned to cause chaos in the city and then use the illusionist's ability to disguise himself to blend into the crowd and escape.

However, in his clear perception, the entire living people in the building had lost their emotions and were like walking flesh without souls.

My ability is blocked. I am from the Southern Sect. They know best how to deal with illusionists.

The wanderer in the world suddenly coughs, his face becomes red and his ears are red, his eyeballs are congested, his forehead temperature rises rapidly, and his limbs become weak.

He is sick.

It's a plague! Leave here, leave here immediately. The panic and fear in the heart of the wanderer in the world exploded, overwhelming his reason.

Illusionists like Shinta are good at deceit-style play. Once he is positioned and surrounded, he loses half the battle. What's more, now his ability is blocked by the masters of the southern sect.

He quickly took out a piece of rattan armor and put it on, broke the window, and jumped from the seventh floor.

The glass fragments were splashing, and he jumped from the seventh floor into the building with a "pop" and a "crash."

It seems that just waiting for this moment, the surrounding shrubs have grown wildly, like thorns with tight roots, imprisoning the wanderers in the world.

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

Oops! The human wanderer's heart trembled, he raised his head, and was about to scream and unleash a mental attack.

"boom!"

The powerful sound of sniper rifles pierced the darkness, awakening the sleeping residents in the community.

The human wanderer's body suddenly froze, and the wall behind him spattered with sad and mottled blood stains.

Late at night, the drug chaser drove to the NN City Public Security Department. He was called by the "Liangshan Navy" who was on night shift in the branch, saying that the headquarters' action team 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 cold.

After bypassing the green belt, the drug chasers saw "Liang Shanshuishi" standing at the door of the Public Security Department building, lowering his head and smoking a cigarette, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The drug chaser came closer, lit a cigarette, and asked in a casual manner: "What's wrong with the imperial envoy? Which department do you belong to? What's your mission this time?"

Liang Shanshui shook his head, "I didn't say what department it was from. The reason given was the same as Master Tianzun's. They said they were here to arrest wanted criminals, and that the person had been killed and was in the morgue."

Speaking of this, Liang Shanshui said in a low voice: "They are all big shots. 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." It is extremely rare.”

All saints, arresting wanted criminals, the drug chaser frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you looking for me to hand over? Or are there accomplices who have been arrested and need our help?"

Master Liang Shanshui shook his head, "I just said I wanted to see you, but I didn't mention anything. But I think the person who came here is not good."

The drug chaser took a long puff of cigarette and quickly burned out half of the cigarette. He flicked the cigarette butt away and blew out a long white smoke, saying: "Go in."

Arriving at the floor where the Nanming branch is located, the drug chaser followed Liang Shanshui and went straight to the morgue. Standing at the door of the morgue was a team in tactical uniforms, three men and two women, with serious expressions, all looking at them coldly. Come.

"Deacon of the Drug Chaser?" A beautiful woman with short hair 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 lights in the morgue were bright. A stern young man wearing a tactical uniform stood upright beside the morgue. There was a corpse lying on the platform, covered with a white cloth.

The drug chaser's eyes swept over him, and he tightened his coat again and spoke proactively. "Hello, I am a drug chaser, the person in charge of the Nanming branch."

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

"Military spirit!" The stern young man turned his head and stared at him with sharp eyes, "Drug Chaser Deacon, we were ordered to capture a wanted criminal. The operation went smoothly. The general criminal was shot."

He turned to look at Xing Shiyi and continued:

"This is a sixth-level illusionist. We devoured his spirit body through props and discovered that he and you are brothers. Cheng has been doing things for you over the years. He broke the law to earn merit and money for you."

"Go and confirm. Once the person is confirmed, we will take you back to the headquarters for investigation."

The drug chaser's brain went "bang" like a lightning strike, and he ran towards the morgue with a pale face. He staggered only a few meters away.

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

Wanderers in the world!

There was a hole dripping with blood on his forehead. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at the ceiling, as if he would not rest in peace. His body was cold and stiff, and he had been dead for more than two hours.

The drug chaser stared blankly at the corpse, like a stone sculpture whose soul had been taken away, and murmured:. "Why should we arrest him? He is not on the wanted list. He is very low-key. He has never done anything illegal!"

When he said these words, his eyes were lifeless, and his tone was like a zombie. But tears were welling up in his eyes, and they were pouring down uncontrollably this time.

The stern young man who claimed to be a military spirit had a solemn expression, "This is not your question. 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: "Return to the headquarters for investigation? You took away my only relative in the world and you drove me to a dead end."

In despair, he showed his long sword!

"Ahem, cough, cough,"

Sister Red Devil woke up coughing from her sleep. She felt her forehead was hot and her breath was filled with hot air.

"I'm sick? How could I be sick? It's the God of Plague!"

She suddenly 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 was unknowingly eroding her body.

Weak state: The official plague god can accurately spread the disease to her, which means that it has located her address, and there must be many ambushes outside.

The reason why she hasn't charged in yet is because she wants the disease to continue to corrode her, weaken her as much as possible, and even capture her without a single blow.

As a female witch and Gu master, although she has plenty of experience in dungeon combat, she has always kept to herself in reality and rarely conflicts with the authorities.

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

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

Thinking of this, the sweet red devil stumbled to the closet, opened the door, took out a black jar, and grabbed a plump and round pupa from it.

She swallowed the pupa in one gulp, and the plump belly of the wasp burst her nightgown. Her skin was stained with yellow ink and there were several lines on it. Tentacles sprouted from her forehead, and her eyes became the compound eyes of an insect.

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

She turned into a bee girl like Madoka.

The pupa in the jar was given by Madoka, which allows the wizard to transform into a wasp. The combat effectiveness of the wasp is not strong, but the speed of the wasp is comparable to that of a supersonic fighter jet.

It is best used to break out of sieges. You must know that most saints cannot fly, but Gu masters who can transform into witches 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 suddenly froze. The window was covered with vines, and the thick and tough vines blocked the window tightly.

Sweetheart Red Devil pulled apart a few times, but failed to break the vine. She suddenly turned back and looked at the door with some despair. There were light and numerous footsteps outside the door.

Emotions of despair and fear surged up. Sweetheart Red Devil stood frozen by the window for a few seconds. Suddenly, he rushed to the bedside desperately, took out the mobile phone under the pillow, opened the address book, and dialed his mother's number.

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

Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, tears silently flowed down my cheeks, the sweet red devil's mouth trembled and he choked with sobs.

In the end, he didn't say anything and 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 figure the size of a palm. As the small clay figure was 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 black and red blood flowed from his body and formed a small puddle.

The three official saints in the bedroom were all seriously injured, but not without serious problems. With complete tactics, detailed layouts, and a variety of auxiliary props, they hunted down an unsuspecting evil profession and... Not a difficult task.

The battle actually ended very quickly, less than ten minutes from the start to the kill.

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

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

"Wait*!" the middle-aged man shouted quickly.

When the old man was dying, he did not beg for mercy or rebel. Instead, he crawled tremblingly towards the bedside table. Until the moment of death, his eyes were fixed on the bedside table.

There might be some kind of scary prop or consumable hidden in the cabinet.

"Be well protected!" the middle-aged man reminded.

The companion nodded, took out a muddy coat and put it on. His movements suddenly became sluggish, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders. He raised his heavy arms and opened the drawer. He was stunned by the contents inside.

He picked up a thick stack of paper, glanced at it a few times, and said in astonishment: "This is the statement material..."

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

They record the blood, tears and grievances of a teacher for half his life. They are so thin that no one cares about them for decades.