Spirit Realm Walker

"Zichong, Zichong, your father was beaten to death." The shrill scream woke up Lin Zichong. He stood up suddenly and saw a familiar room, white walls painted by rural people, a simple wardrobe and a big bed, windows There is a cheap desk next to it.

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

How do I go back to the past...

Lin Zichong's eyes flashed with confusion, and his head felt dizzy, like a hangover.

Hangover... By the way, he was drinking with some friends in the village yesterday. Recently, the whole village was in a state of uproar due to the land expropriation.

The matter of land acquisition depends on strength. Some people are happy and some are sad. For those who work outside, it is better to exchange their long-abandoned fields for a sum of money than to leave them empty.

But it is heartbreaking for some middle-aged and elderly people who have lived in the fields all their lives. The uncles and old men have been eating in the fields all their lives and have long been accustomed to this kind of life. In addition, they do not have the ability to go out to work, and their age does not allow them to work all year round. Do physical work.

Acquisition of land was tantamount to killing them, so the two sides had fierce conflicts. Now the developer hired a group of gangsters armed with sticks to guard the excavator.

If the villagers dare to come, come and beat them one by one.

Many young 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, Lin Zichong's mind was completely clear.

"Zichong, your dad was beaten to death..." The shrill cry came again, and an old farmer with blood on his head and half of his body in mud ran in, his eyes red and his expression sad and ferocious.

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

The old farmer grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist tightly and burst into tears, "Your father was beaten to death by those people with a thousand knives."

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

A crowd gathered there, and the villagers and gangsters were divided into two distinct groups.

Lin Zichong pushed through the crowd and saw the old man covered in mud, lying in a pool of blood.

His gray hair was stained with mud and blood.

The back of his brain was covered in blood and flesh, and he had been hit with countless sticks. Lin Zi's father's expression, and his heart were throbbing in pain. This kind of heartbreaking pain was very familiar, and he seemed to have experienced it before.

When the gangster leader saw Lin Zi Chong coming, he immediately shouted: "We didn't hit him, he bumped into us by himself, that's right, he bumped into our stick by himself.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you dare to cause trouble again, this is what will happen. Boss, we just call the security officer and let the Public Security Department handle it. Now is a civilized society."

Lin Zichong, a stubborn old man who was paralyzed next to his father's body, could no longer stand up to do anything.

He died in a working life

In his son's fields, the soil was stained with his blood.

"Zichong, your father died miserably. He was beaten to death." At this time, the uncle came over and sighed: "If you want to avenge him, you can't be as weak as last time." "

He could no longer be as weak as last time. Lin Zichong held his head in pain. He remembered it, first he remembered it, then he remembered it. 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 surrender. He went to file a lawsuit, thinking that he could get justice.

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

Three feet above his head, there is a god of justice who is at ease in the heart. The eyes in the forest are a little bright red and a little ferocious. He roars and rushes towards the gangsters. He wants to avenge his father and fight these murderers desperately.

The gangsters surrounded him, and a sap knocked him to the ground. The poplar sticks fell like a rainstorm, and he never got up again in the forest.

………

Closed command room.

Secretary Zhou was facing the voice channel, standing in front of the blackboard with a pen in his hand, and said calmly: "Each team will report on the battle situation. Each team will report on the situation."

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"The first team reported that the wanderer in the world has been killed. We found that he secretly colluded with the drug chasers from the Nanming branch. The drug chasers saw that the matter was exposed and arrested and resisted. Qian has been killed. We have lost two teammates. Report complete!"

"Team 2 reports that the Sweetheart Red Devil has been killed. The team suffered no losses. Report completed!"

"The third team reported that the leader was killed. We found the complaint materials in his room and they have been destroyed. The team has no losses. The report is completed!"

"The four teams are reporting. The head coach Lin Chong has confirmed his death. He died in a dream. The team has no losses. The report is completed!"

"Team 5 reports that Fangfang has been killed, the team has lost one person, and the smoke from the battle has affected ordinary residents with six deaths and 13 injuries. The situation is under control. Report completed!"

"Team Six is ​​reporting that the Overlord Farewell My Concubine has been killed. The team suffered no losses. The battle affected ordinary residents with three deaths and seven injuries. The situation is under control. Report completed!"

"Report from the Seventh Team..." Secretary Zhou listened and crossed out the heads of the dead. In the end, there were only four people left, Xiao Yuan, Kou Beiyue, the good minister who chose the master and killed Zhao Xintong.

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

Jinshan City.

"Ding Dong!"

The elder of Baishi branch, Nu Tao Qingqing, heard the message prompt. He took out his mobile phone to check the message: [Secretary Zhou: It’s time to wrap things up!

Nu Tao put away his cell phone ruthlessly, turned around and ordered his team members to stand behind him, and said coldly, "Immediately activate the drone remote monitoring. If a violent conflict is discovered, immediately report to the two accompanying elders, and then block the nearby streets."

"Yes!" the subordinate responded in a low voice.

Nu Tao turned back ruthlessly and looked at the community in the distance. He had a handsome appearance and pale skin. He was already an elder in Baishu Branch City at the age of fifteen.

Baizhou City is close to the capital and is at the feet of the emperor. It has a bright future, but Nu Tao himself knows that if there is no large-scale death of the master, he will not be able to enter the headquarters for at least ten years.

The branch elder is a prince, and no matter how great his power is, his power is limited. Only by entering the center can he have the opportunity to serve as the ten elder secretaries in the future.

The secretary is the agent and spokesperson of the elders, and has unimaginable power.

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 Chonghua Community, Jinshan City, and anyone who comes to the rescue.

"Elder Cai, this is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking." Who will come to the rescue? Hunting these stinking boiled rats in the sewer can lead to the Primordial Being. This is the message conveyed by the Dark Night Rose.

Elder Cai’s real target is Yuanshi Tianzun. In order not to scare him away and ensure the success rate of the operation, Elder Cai arranged three masters this time. Two of them are secretly lurking under the secret blessing. Yuanshi Tianzun has no chance. Be aware in advance.

Wait until this guy shows up before we take action together.

At that time, it would be impossible for the alliance leader to directly kill him on the grounds of colluding with evil professions and obstructing law enforcement officials!

The raging wave's ruthless body quickly atomized, and the white mist drifted towards Chonghua Community not far away.

There are two tables side by side in the bedroom, and two computers are connected.

"Are you a waste?" Kou Beiyue dropped the mouse angrily and glared at the fat man next to him. "You can't even concentrate on playing a game."

"Boss, aren't you trying to stop yourself? You're a shooter instead of pushing towers, you're playing jungle instead of team fights, you're going with the wind and against the wind, and you're going to give away the tower when your teammates scold you." The little fat man said aggrievedly, "How can you blame me?"

Kou Beiyue slashed his scalp, "How dare you talk back? How dare you talk back to Shan?" He stood up angrily, "I'll go get some juice from the living room, what are you drinking?"

Ever since Master Wuhen went into seclusion, Xiao Yuan had followed Yuanshi Tianzun's instructions and not allowed them to go out to deliver express.

"Farmers love water!" the little fat man said without hesitation.

Kou Beiyue immediately went out, walked to the door, came back and scalped him in anger, saying: "You will give me a good beating all night tonight. If you lose again, I will make you a midnight snack as a punishment." Kou Beiyue huffed and went to the living room.

The living room is pitch dark. He and your little fat guy's room is in the north, Xiao Yuan and Zhao Xintong's room is in the south, and the living room is separated in the middle.

He recently felt that it would be nice to live here with trees all the time.

I can play games with my brothers every night, and I can see Xiao Yuan's door when I go out. That girl Zhao Xintong has mysophobia, and she owns all the hygiene at home, and she works very efficiently.

He cherishes his current life 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.

The coughing sound was hoarse.

"Huh? This girl is sick," Kou Beiyue thought subconsciously, and then, a coughing sound came from the small round room.

"Plop!" There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him. Kou Beiyue turned around in shock and saw the little fat man fell to the ground, dying.

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

"You have a good physique, but you seem to be a bewitching demon?" The figure on the sofa in the living room said with a smile.

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

"Ahem!" So he covered his throat and coughed hard. First his forehead was hot, then he felt dizzy and vomited. This feeling reminded him of a bad stomach and high fever when he was a child.

"Clang", the weapon in his hand fell.

Kou Beiyue leaned on the refrigerator, slowly fell to the ground, looked hard at Xiao Yuan's room, and shouted in a weak and hoarse voice, "Xiao Yuan, go quickly."

Looking inside the room, Xiao Yuan forced herself to get up and staggered out of the room. Beside the bed was a broken mobile phone.

She will never ask Yuanshi Tianzun for help again,

In another room, Zhao Xintong took out his mobile phone under the pillow with trembling hands. When he was unconscious, he dialed Yuanshi Tianzun's mobile phone.

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

The pure and domineering golden light evaporated all the resentful spirits that fell from the sky. The divine power of the sun is the most domineering power in the world, rejecting all spiritual powers and not being affected by any spells.

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

The only thing that can defeat the divine power of the sun is the divine power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the Southern Sect can transform it into something more powerful.

But the nature of the divine power does not distinguish between friend and foe, which is tantamount to helping the past without a trace in disguise.

The full moon in the clouds hangs quietly high. After the mad king is born with the power of the lunar calendar, it breeds endless resentful spirits that evaporate, one after another, and in the end it becomes a competition of spiritual power.

Whoever's spiritual power dries up first will be defeated. However, the darkness in the heart of Master Wuhen's palm gradually fades away, and the blood takes over. He is about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball. When the blood in the heart completely recovers, he will become an illusory god.

Moreover, the phantom gods who can suppress evil thoughts, whether they are Ling Tuo or the leader of the Southern Sect, 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 Xiao Yuan'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 void, the strange voice of the leader of the southern sect, who could not distinguish between male and female, came, with a cold smile: "You really think you can win?"

"That's too underestimated the layout ability of the Lord of Taiyin. The past is Wuhen, do you want to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"

After the words fell, a large picture appeared in the void, which was a scene of a homeless person being shot in the head.

The scene of the teacher being pierced through the heart, the scene of the sweet red devil being burned by the fire and turning into ashes, the scene of Aunt Fang being beheaded, and the scene 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 from beginning to end opened its eyes.

The compassion in his eyes was gone, and the demonic flames were surging into the sky. Master Wuhen went crazy and roared, "Lingtuo!"

A chuckle came from the surging black clouds.

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

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

Behind the curtain of the stage, a soft and charming voice came, "I know."

In the Xie family's old house, Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine, arm in arm with Xie Su, chatting and laughing with his ancestors.

"My ancestors will wait for me to hide for a month. When I'm done hiding, I will come out and marry your girls from the Xie family. I want to marry ten of them."

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

"This is your fault, father-in-law. Aunt Xie is so beautiful, why don't you have more girls and marry them all to me?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xie Su pushed him away in silence for a moment and said, "Lingxi said you are a dedicated man. When will this girl have good eyesight? She really lacks social experience."

The ancestor then reprimanded his great-grandson, "What's the crime if my father-in-law has three wives and four concubines?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass, "My ancestors still speak well. I will go back after my ancestors drink this glass."

At this time, the cell phone in his pocket rang. The caller was: Zhao Xintong.