Urban Demon Slayer

Wang Qianchen couldn't understand the twists and turns, but he did understand one point. The power of the Nie family in Jiangnan can radiate to Hui Province!

Then there's nothing else to say, just find Nie Rong directly?

Wang Qianchen made a call to Nie Rong's cell phone.

"What's the matter, you missed me so soon?" Nie Rong said with a smile, it was true that they had only separated for a long time.

"Yes, I missed you, where did you go?" Wang Qianchen asked.

"The high-speed rail has just started, you can still catch up now... Okay, let's get down to business, what's the trouble?"

"Look at what you said, I can't find you if I'm okay?"

"Wang Qianchen, I know you too well. You are a person who doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall. If you have something to do, tell me quickly. If I have nothing to do, I will hang up." Nie Rong was about to hang up, but Wang Qianchen quickly said, "Young Master Nie, Young Master Nie. , I'm really looking for you..."

Only then did Wang Qianchen tell about the third master Huang.

"The cave owner of Hui Province? Are you sure?" Nie Rong's expression became solemn.

"Yes, the cave owner of Huangshan Cave, what Wei Zihua heard about, can't be wrong." Wang Qianchen replied.

"Okay, I'll help you find out later, and I'll let you know as soon as there is news." Nie Rong said seriously.

Nie Rong may be a scheming person. He likes to analyze the pros and cons of anything and avoid weaknesses, but he can definitely do what he promises his friends. Handing it over to him, Wang Qianchen is also relieved.

It was too late to get everything done, and Wang Qianchen stayed at the Demon Slayer Base in Dayuan City.

A lot has happened in the past few days. Although he didn't kill the Eighth Prince, he took over his lair and killed a lot of monsters. Deng Tong was also taken away, Wei Zihua became the acting captain, and Sun Ming was appointed as the deputy captain.

The atmosphere of the entire Dayuan City Demon Slayer Team was a little weird, and it wasn't that they were not convinced by Wei Zihua, but they were indeed not so harmonious. Everyone's faces were very complicated, and suddenly they became a lot more unfamiliar. beware.

A team suddenly becomes like this, the damage is undoubtedly huge.

When sleeping at night, Wang Qianchen and Wei Zihua shared a room.

"The Demon Slayer team has become like this, what are you going to do?" Wang Qianchen asked while lying on the bed.

"It's not easy to heal these scars, take your time." Wei Zihua replied with a sigh, lying on the sofa.

"Organize a few more team building activities and kill a few more monsters, it should be better..." Wang Qianchen couldn't sleep, so he gave Wei Zihua an idea, and he went out seven or eight in a row, but there was no response at all in the room.

Sitting up, Wei Zihua was already asleep.

"My heart is really big..." Wang Qianchen smiled bitterly, and also lay down and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Qianchen was awakened by a sound of "don't" and "don't". When he opened his eyes, Wei Zihua was lying on the sofa, his face was terrifyingly white, his forehead was sweaty, and his hands were constantly condensed into various shapes.

Wang Qianchen was taken aback. Wei Zihua's state was not unusual, but he had not appeared for many days in his memory, so why did he relapse today?

Wang Qianchen immediately ran to Wei Zihua's side and shook his arm to wake him up.

"What's the matter with you?" Wang Qianchen asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare." Wei Zihua sat up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"...Didn't you already beat that Zhong Hao, why do you still have nightmares?" Wei Zihua once said that when he was in school, he was beaten by Zhong Hao with a group of people every day. Zhong Hao beat him hard, and Wang Qianchen thought that his nightmare was solved.

"My nightmares have nothing to do with him..." Wei Zihua said lightly: "I hate him, but it's not that I can't let it go for so many years, right?"

"Then what happened to you?" Wang Qianchen became more and more confused.

This was the first time he took the initiative to ask questions, and he always felt embarrassed to mention it before.

Wei Zihua was silent for a while, and finally said, "For the past few years, I have had a nightmare repeatedly. In my nightmare, I saw a huge bridge. On the bridge stood an old woman with a broken porcelain bowl in her hand. It was all gloomy and foggy, and things that looked like wandering spirits drifted past... A tauren and a horse-faced man, with iron locks in their hands, walked towards me step by step..."

"Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Soup, and Niu Tau Ma Noodles?!" Wang Qianchen asked in surprise.

Anyone who knows something about the classical mythology of Daxia is no stranger to this scene!

"I'm not sure if it's..." Wei Zihua rubbed his brows and said, "The Tauren and the Horse-faced man came to me with iron locks, beat me and woke me up... I really had enough. I'm sick of sleeping, I don't want to sleep anymore!"

"This nightmare is really strange, it seems that you are being tortured!" Wang Qianchen looked at him helplessly.

"That's not it. Oh, don't say it, I'm going to sleep!" Wei Zihua tilted his head and fell asleep again.

Wang Qianchen: "..."

What an annoying sleep, never want to sleep again!

Seeing that Wei Zihua was fast asleep, Wang Qianchen also returned to the bed.

Fortunately, after one night, Wei Zihua was no longer abnormal.