Urban Demon Slayer

In the east of the city, hydraulic manufacturers belong to the community.

This community has been in existence for at least 30 years. There are only six or seven buildings, the highest is six floors, the outer walls are also dilapidated, there is very little greenery in the yard, and the cement floor is full of various cars, most of which cost 100,000 yuan. Below the Yuan, Xuanyi, Lavida, Haval H6, Wuling Zhiguang, Geely Emgrand...

Most of the people who live in this community are the workers and their families of the hydraulic plant. It was off-duty time, and there was a lively scene of people coming and going.

"Sister Yang, are you going out to buy groceries?"

"Sister Yang, can you come to my house for a seat later?"

"Sister Yang, my son is getting married tomorrow, and he will definitely come to support..."

"Okay...Okay..." An aunt with a kind face in her 60s, carrying an empty vegetable basket in her hand, greeted her all the way along the way. Her popularity is obviously quite good, but everyone who passes by has to tell her. sentence.

Sister Yang, who used to be the workshop director of the hydraulic factory, not only has excellent skills, but is also a very nice person. Not only does she take care of everyone at work, but if anyone has a problem, she will help immediately, so everyone likes her very much.

Sister Yang has worked diligently and diligently all her life, and her family conditions are not bad. Not to mention being very rich, she is at least middle class in this fourth-tier town.

Both of her children have gone to live in big cities after graduation. But after she retired, she still lived in this community with her husband, mainly because she was used to it and didn't want to change places, and the place was full of old friends and colleagues, and the couple were reluctant to leave here, so let the two children invite them. , they are also indifferent and motionless.

After Sister Yang left the community, instead of going to the vegetable market, she took the bus to the Temple of the City God.

After entering the main hall of the Chenghuang Temple, Sister Yang saw that there was no one left or right, so she sat down on the ground and pulled the fruits and cakes from the offering table into the vegetable basket.

"Hey, hey, leave some for me—" Seeing this scene, Zhou Junxian was in a hurry, and a phantom figure floated out, and gradually turned into a real body and came to the front of Sister Yang.

"Look at what you're doing, what's the matter?" Big Sister Yang pouted, but she still rudely searched for the things on the table. Obviously, Zhou Junxian and Zhou Junxian are long-lost acquaintances and old friends.

"Come on, someone will give it to me anyway!" Zhou Junxian was heartbroken when he looked at the empty offering table, but he could only shake his head helplessly in the face of the strong elder sister Yang. Not only that, he was even a little timid and cautious in front of Big Sister Yang.

"If nothing else, it's time for those little things from my family to appear today." Sister Yang sat on the ground, tore open a piece of bread and ate it.

"Well, I hope they can gain Wang Qianchen's approval... The future will depend on these little guys!" Zhou Junxian leaned on the toes of his statue and looked at the sky outside the hall leisurely.

Blue, pure, white clouds fluttering.

"The show has to be full, and you will have to show up in a while." Sister Yang continued, and she quickly finished eating a piece of bread.

"That's no problem. I'm a professional in acting. The little guys who suddenly appeared, just happened to be put into the Qiankun bag. I wonder if he will be suspicious?"

"Whether he will be suspicious or not depends on how well you perform." Sister Yang glanced at him.

"...By the way, your old Liu still doesn't know anything?" Zhou Junxian had no choice but to change the subject.

"Well, he doesn't know anything, he's still addicted to that hornet every day!" Sister Yang shook her head with a wry smile. Old Liu was her husband. He used to be the director of a hydraulic factory. He was as busy as a top every day. After I retired, I recently started to let myself go. I bought a Chevrolet Hornet, and I drove out for a walk when I had nothing to do. I was often told by Sister Yang, but old Liu Zhen said: "I have worked hard for decades, can't I still enjoy it?"

Sister Yang has nothing to do with him.

"It's alright if you don't know anything, so as not to worry about every day like us!" Zhou Junxian gave a wry smile.

"Really Wang Qianchen?" Sister Yang asked again.

"You can't be wrong, he has even learned [Seventy-two Transformations] recently... That **** must be in Luzhou City, but it's just not convenient to meet us now!" Zhou Junxian said affirmatively, and then looked at him again. Sister Yang, there is a little more respect in her eyes.

"Okay, then I can rest assured." Sister Yang stood up, wiped her hands and said, "I'll go back first, they should be fighting soon!"

"Well, you go back first, I'll clean up now, and I'm ready to go!" Zhou Junxian adjusted his clothes, took out his hat and mask, and put them on.

...

In the Hydraulic Factory Community, Sister Yang lives in the basement of this unit.

Three young people stood in the dark space.

"Little flea, why did you call us out?" The speaker was a young man with an explosive head, with messy hair standing on end.

"Yeah, we're fine at home, why are you calling us out? Hurry up, Big Sister Yang is going home soon, we have to hurry back, or we'll be found out by her!" Another young man was covered in white The bandage seemed to be seriously injured, but his voice was full of energy, and it didn't look like he was injured.

"I want to find you guys and accompany me to kill a demon slayer..." the young man said in a deep tone.

"Shhhh-"

The two young men ran away, running faster than rabbits!