Spirit Realm Walker

Zhang Yuanqing once again recalled the identities and backgrounds of his two colleagues, a level 3 fire master who was a direct descendant of a high-ranking member of the Red Fire Gang; and a water ghost who was a level 4 saint.

Although the latter has no background, in the realm of saints, once the merits are accumulated, becoming a deacon is a certainty.

In the realm of saints, killing extraordinary beings is like slaughtering dogs.

I hope they are not two colleagues who are difficult to get along with. Zhang Yuanqing swung his legs, sat on the office chair, returned to his desk, and searched for "Bingshuo" in the official database.

After browsing carefully, he had a clearer idea of ​​the organization of the evil profession.

Among the forces composed of evil professions, there is the saying of "three societies, two religions and one Shura". The so-called three societies refer to the three major branches of the Psionics Society composed of witch and Gu masters.

They are "Central Branch", "Eastern Branch" and "Southern Branch".

The three major branches have their own territories and rarely interact with each other. Among them, the president of the Eastern Branch has been vacant for a long time. The two vice-presidents, Judge Cunning Eye and King Gu, have been competing for the position of president for many years.

The Two Sects refer to the Nihility Sect composed of illusionists. They are divided into Southern Sect and Northern Sect according to their regions.

Shura refers to the military bishop composed of bewitching demons. The leader of the military bishop is called Shura.

"Sister Guan Ya, there are three societies, two religions and one Shura. Why is there not one military leader but one Shura?" Zhang Yuanqing expressed his doubts to Lao Si Ji.

Guan Ya looked back gracefully: "Are you looking at the power of evil professions?"

Zhang Yuanqing said: "Isn't Hei Wuchang from the Eastern Branch of the Psionics Society? I participated in the manhunt, and I just wanted to take advantage of the situation to find out what evil organizations there are."

Guan Ya nodded, then showed a hint of trance, falling into memories:

"Shura, when I was young, my mother often used Bishop Bing's Shura to scare me, and when my mother was still young, my grandmother often used Shura to scare her."

Good guy, Shura is a weapon passed down from generation to generation in your family to bluff children? Zhang Yuanqing complained.

"He is an invincible and terrifying existence among spiritual walkers, just like the demon god in myths and legends who will eventually destroy the world. Terrifying, invincible, but extremely distant, this is my impression of him." Guan Ya said.

"How do the five alliance leaders compare with him?" Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously.

Guan Ya thought for a while and shook her head:

"How can I estimate the combat power at that level? But in terms of reputation, the five alliance leaders are far inferior to Shura. And judging from the saying of 'three societies, two religions and one Shura', I think the five alliance leaders are not as good as Shura. Well, this Just my thoughts."

Wang Tai, who was next to him, interjected: "If there are videos of their respective battles, I can use the data to analyze which one is stronger or weaker between the alliance leader and Shura."

"How is it possible to find a fighting video of that level?" Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "Brother Wang Tai, why don't you analyze it, who is better in a hand-to-hand fight between me and Sister Guan Ya?"

Wang Tai said seriously:

"If you don't use props, you two are no match for her."

Guan Ya shook her head, what a boring man. At this time, you should answer: Is there any need to ask? There are always only exhausted cows and no damaged fields.

Yuanshi is still interesting.

Near noon, Zhang Yuanqing heard hearty laughter coming from the first floor:

"Ah hahaha, you still remember me, hello everyone, I will come to work often in the future. If you have any questions, just come to me, I will protect you."

Although the tone was bold, the voice was crisp and childish. Just listening to it, Zhang Yuanqing imagined an image of a little girl with her hands on her hips, laughing boldly.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from the steel staircase.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around, and the first thing he saw was a girl. She was very short, probably in the second grade of middle school. Her facial features were very delicate, but not completely long. She had long, fiery red shawl hair.

She pinched her waist and climbed up with a step that she didn't recognize.

Behind the little girl is a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and slacks, and black-rimmed glasses. He has a very gloomy temperament and messy hair. At first glance, he looks a bit like a blackened version of Wang Tai.

Wang Tai, is this your brother? Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Wang Tai's position.

Wang Tai lowered his head to do his work and ignored the movements around him.

Guan Ya stood up with a smile on her face and greeted her two returning colleagues.

"Hello, sister Guan Ya, I'm back again!" The red-haired girl raised her hand and greeted boldly. Her eyes fell on Zhang Yuanqing and she said loudly:

"Is he the new colleague? The Yuanshi Tianzun who broke into the enemy camp single-handedly and fought with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights?"

ah? When did I fight with the minions of the Xiahou family for three days and three nights? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.

Guan Ya opened her palms, faced the girl, and introduced to Zhang Yuanqing:

"Jiang Jingwei, level 3 fire master, 14 years old, still in junior high school. Well, you should be studying."

"I don't want to read anymore. My father said that reading will mislead children. What they teach in school is all nonsense." Jiang Jingwei came over, stood on tiptoes, slapped Zhang Yuanqing on the shoulder, and laughed boldly:

"Ah haha, you are really talented. You will follow me from now on. I like young people with a sense of justice."

Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder hurt when he was patted, and his head was buzzing. He felt that the person patting his shoulder was not a 14-year-old girl, but the big and round Lu Zhishen. The next second he would clasp his fists and say:

elder brother!

The girl's skin, Lu Zhishen's soul?

At this time, Jiang Jingwei noticed Wang Tai and was shocked:

"Hey, are you new here too?"

Wang Tai: "I'm not, we have met before."

Jiang Jingwei was even more surprised: "Impossible, why don't I have any impression of you?"

Wang Tai: "."

When Zhang Yuanqing saw this scene, he didn't know whether to complain about Wang Tai's talent or Jiang Jingwei's nerve.

Guan Ya continued to introduce:

"This is Senior Fujihara, a level 4 water ghost, temporarily taking the position of Chief."

Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his attention and said respectfully: "Teng Yuan is very long."

The middle-aged man's eyes were dull, his expression was dull, and he looked like he lacked enthusiasm for life. He pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said in a hollow voice:

"To correct you, the water ghost's name after his first job change was the God of Plague."

He nodded to Zhang Yuanqing: "Yes, young people are always full of energy and sense of justice. I admire young people like you very much, but I also want to remind you that this is just a job. You must always remember that your life is the most important thing." , what a sad thing it is to take risks for work.”

ah? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. This was different from the praise he had imagined for drawing big cakes and beating chicken blood.

Fujiyuan continued:

"I formulated new rules and regulations overnight last night. During my temporary position as Chief Minister, everyone must strictly abide by this set of rules. Anyone who violates my rules will be severely punished."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing perked up and thought to himself that this was the first thing a new official would do when he took office. The new chief had to establish rules.

Fujitoshi pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, with a negative expression and a hollow tone, and said:

"Article 1: No overtime work!

“Article 2: Allow paid leave.

“Article 3: It is prohibited to clock in at work.

“Article 4: Asking for leave does not require my consent.

“Article 5: If you have to work overtime as a last resort, your overtime wages will be increased three times.

"Article 6: Change weekends to Wednesdays

"Article 7"

Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth little by little, his expression blank, his mind buzzing, echoing with random thoughts:

Is this really the leader? Is there such a leader in the world? Can the Chief of the True Eye be permanently transferred from his post?

As the sun set, the blue sports car drove into the underground parking garage of a hotel.

The black market is located on the lower three floors of this hotel. In addition to the black market, the boxing champion also holds underground boxing matches.

Guan Ya parked the car, opened it, and said, "We're here."

She put on a long windbreaker to cover her proud figure, and replaced her high heels with running shoes.

Guan Ya's explanation is that although the spiritual practitioners operating in the black market are all registered, wild practitioners are loose, unruly and do not respect rules after all, and she was born so beautiful, so unconventional.

You will definitely be targeted by lustful people and get into trouble, so wear a coat.

Zhang Yuanqing felt that this woman was just as stinky as her cousin. Just looking at her round peaches, tall and proud breasts, and her charming and delicate face, he could only endure her boasting.

Under the leadership of Guan Ya, the two came to a freight elevator.

A tall and strong man was guarding the entrance of the freight elevator, with fierce eyes, examining the two people who were walking towards them.

Guan Ya took out a wad of cash from the pocket of her windbreaker and handed it over. This was the "ticket" to enter the black market, worth 10,000 yuan per person.

The strong man took it and pressed the down button.

The freight elevator door opened, and Guan Ya led Zhang Yuanqing into the car.

As the car descended, Guan Ya and Zhang Yuanqing put on masks and caps.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and the dull smell mixed with the smell of sweat and cigarette smoke, accompanied by noisy waves, rushed towards the face.

Zhang Yuanqing looked around and saw a wide space outside the elevator. This black market was converted from an underground parking lot and was divided into two major areas.

There is a huge ring in the left area. Two bare-chested muscular men are fighting with fists and fists, and the audience below is cheering.

On the periphery are some stalls selling drinks and food.

The area on the right is much quieter. The stalls are arranged in an orderly manner, and there are not many people shopping in the black market.

Zhang Yuanqing saw a familiar face in front of a certain stall, the eldest sister Tou Bailong. She was leading her two younger brothers to wander around various stalls.

"Bai Long used to be a boxing champion in the ring."

Guan Ya also noticed her and said with a smile: "She likes to play a few games after shopping, so that she can earn back the money she spent. Spiritual realm walkers are limited by their moral values. It is not difficult to make money, but it is difficult to get rich. , and the materials and props in the spiritual realm are all extremely expensive."

Sky-high price? Zhang Yuanqing began to worry about his pocket.

The two of them walked straight to the area on the right. The items sold in the stalls were very mixed and messy.

It mainly focuses on materials, information and strategies. There are basically no props. Even if there are, they are some props with relatively useless functions.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped in front of a stall, pointed to a bottle containing "dark green paste", and asked, "What is this?"

He sensed that the paste contained powerful Yin energy.

The stall owner said: "Zombie body fluids."

"How much?"

"50000."

"Damn it, so expensive?" Zhang Yuanqing was surprised, then pointed at a red crystal stone and said, "What is this?"

"The exploding stones that are abundant in the Fire Master dungeon are consumables," the stall owner said.

"How much?"

The stall owner glanced at him and said, "Two hells."

You really deserve a beating! Zhang Yuanqing: "."

He scanned the various types of materials on the stall, pondered for a few seconds, and silently summoned the little funny boy.

Only the spirit servant himself knows which material is most suitable.

ps: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.