“The moon god descends from heaven!
Under the setting sun, the white-haired guard raised his fist and roared.
His emotions were very excited, his voice was loud, and his movements were standard, so sudden and intense that he stirred up countless jackdaws in the dusk.
The team lined up in front of the guardian envoy, very close to him, and could see the solemn but vaguely ferocious expression on his face. Some people felt chilled and at a loss, while others felt inexplicably inspired.
"The moon god descends from the sky!"
Two of them chanted after him. Their gestures were similar to those of the guardians, but slightly different. They were obviously part of a complete ritual, just like believers calling the name of the moon god under the leadership of the incense owner.
This kind of ritual is normal at the altar of the Holy Moon Sect, but it is unexpected and weird in the remote desert valley. Some of the prosecutors were stunned, others were alert and in an uproar, and some were even eager to try.
"The Moon Goddess is coming—the Moon Goddess! The Moon Goddess! The Moon Goddess!"
From one person shouting, to three people shouting, four or five people followed and shouted in response.
One-fifth of the entire team was caught up in an inexplicable frenzy, and the others looked at each other, restless.
"moon--"
"boom!"
The noise suddenly stopped, and several people who were shouting for the moon god fell backwards as if they had been hit on the head, and fell to the ground unknown.
But the guardian envoy calmed down his expression, stopped shouting, stood there, and said calmly: "What's the matter? Is there anyone who has really taken refuge in the Demon Cult?"
Everyone in the Jiandisi Division who was still standing breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, fortunately, the guardian envoy was not really possessed by a demon.
If the guardian envoy is really a traitor to the demonic sect and drags everyone into the wilderness where the sky and the earth are not working, and forces everyone to join the cult, it will be over.
An old boss who has been with us for so many years suddenly pulls everyone into the Demon Cult. Will everyone follow it or not? Now, what will happen to the family?
That's right, everyone who came here with the guardian envoy is his confidant. They have been loyal to him for more than ten or decades. If the guardian envoy asks everyone to rebel, many people will really consider it.
Fortunately, the boss is not that unreliable. What he did just now was probably... a test? Before the big battle, test whether there are any undercover agents in the team?
As a result, are there really people from the Demon Cult among my colleagues? The kind of lunatic who believes in the devil's religion?
Everyone who had just breathed a sigh of relief had somewhat confused expressions on their faces. Everyone recognized these people. In the past, they were brothers, fought side by side, and had a friendship... a little bit of friendship. Why didn't they notice it?
It was the guardian envoy Ying Ming who had already seen it. We are wiping out the Demonic Cult today. If these traitors are allowed to rebel before the battle, even if the mission fails, everyone's lives will be in danger.
The guard said slowly: "Okay, there are so many geniuses in the Prosecution Department, and some of them really believe in this kind of thing. I thought at most I would just collect some black water and turn a blind eye to the troublemakers, just like the old man Zhou, Xiaotu and others are like..."
The two prosecutors who were named by him were startled and said hurriedly: "It's nothing... this..."
The guard envoy stood up and said: "Don't be humble. We are all our brothers here. Look, the people who followed me here are all my own people. Here in the wilderness, there are no outsiders, so what are you afraid of? I don't want to What do I do to you? So let’s open the skylight and speak frankly, and take out all the bezoars and dog treasures in our hearts to show them.”
Lao Zhou, Xiao Tu and others looked slightly relaxed, but they were still a little uncomfortable.
The guardian continued: "You don't have to feel ashamed. What's wrong with collecting money from the devil's sect? The money from the devil's sect may not be the dirtiest. Which one of them is clean? Covering, smuggling, accepting bribes, forming gangs, eating, drinking and prostitution. Gambling has all five poisons."
He slowly circled the team: "Who is to blame? Blame me! The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. You all see what I did back then. As long as the money is in place, you can rebel against me under my nose." I don’t care. I haven’t given you the money. If you breathe hard, I say you’re going to blow down the city wall. With me, an old bastard, taking the lead, haven’t I brought out you little bastards?”
He seemed to be joking, but except for one or two in the team who had no serious problem, the others only became more nervous. The cold wind in the evening blew in from the mountain pass and got into their collars, chilling their hearts.
The guardian continued: "But it's all my fault, and I feel aggrieved. Although I am a veteran now, I was also young. When I was young, this is how my seniors brought me up. That There is nothing I dare not do, and there is nothing I dare not collect. Why? Because I am the land inspector, and the land inspector is a bully, and if you don't obey, I will kill you."
He suddenly laughed and said: "But it seems that it is no longer possible now? Our Inspection Department has been reorganized and repaired by Junhou and has become a serious department. We have to do business."
He lit one person and asked: "Xiao Tu, tell me, should we do business, or should we be bastards?"
Xiaotu was in his thirties and was considered the younger one in the team. He didn't know how to answer for a while and said: "This..."
The guard envoy said: "It doesn't matter, just say what you think. There are no outsiders in this place, why are you keeping secrets from me?"
Xiaotu sighed and said, "It's better to do business."
Half the team nodded, the other half was confused.
The guard nodded and said: "That's good. It's better to do the right thing. First, if you are a bastard, you will only be a bastard for the rest of your life. If you do the right thing, you can make achievements and have a bright future. Second, if you are worthy of your own conscience, you will be able to share it with your children in the future. When I talk about those days, my voice can be louder and my face is brighter. Third... In addition to conscience, it is good to have a belief. There is something to support you and prevent you from suddenly collapsing. If you want to cry, I want to Jumping from a high place makes life boring..."
I don't know which emotion he touched when he spoke, and his tone was a bit astringent.
"It's a pity. When I was young, no one guided me to do serious things, and I didn't know how to do it. But now, I am old. I will retire in a year or two. I am destined to be an old bastard all my life. I'm an old bastard. Moreover, I did too many bad things when I was young. After being pickled for a long time, I have become a pickle. From the inside out, it has become a black mess. When I come to do business, the business has been tainted by me. .”
The guard suddenly walked to the center in a few steps and said: "But you are still young and have not been soaked through. But many people dare not do things because they know that they have done many wrong things in the past and cannot look back. Some people before going to bed at night I still regret that I couldn't control myself, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, but when I woke up, I couldn't think of anything else, so I could only live with it."
Many of the people were sweating because he was right.
The guard envoy said: "As the saying goes, the person who untied the bell must tie the bell. It was I who led you into trouble, so I should fill this hole. The eradication of the demon sect is an opportunity. Let me tell you straight, after this eradication, I will Retreat and hand over the chief prosecutor to Mai Shiyu. You all know her temper. If you don’t rub dirt in your eyes, how can you continue to behave like this? Why not take advantage of this crackdown to make a choice."
"If you don't want to do serious business, I have a set of teleportation tools that can move you thousands of miles away out of thin air. With your ability, as long as you are not in Yunzhou, where can you not seek wealth? I will declare your death in battle here, and you will receive generous pensions and family. You don't have to worry, you are being taken care of. Those who still want to do things and have a serious future should use this devil's cave as a golden basin of water to wash their hands. Wash them clean and make a clean break with the past. In the future, someone will divulge the past to criticize you. , just push it on my head..."
"Guardian Envoy!"
"No!"
"Boss, don't do this!"
The guard laughed and said: "What's the matter, do you think I'm going to die? My old man will retire soon. He has no family. After retirement, he will go south to enjoy life and never return to Yunzhou. Who can catch me? Reputation is worthless to me. It’s just a stepping stone for you. You are shouting like a boss, why don’t I help you with this simple task? From now on, you will work hard and act like good people. Maybe you can try your hand at being a swordsman.”
Many people in the team, especially the young ones, couldn't help but feel excited.
The guard turned his back, his voice gradually lowered, and said: "Cherish what a great opportunity you have in front of you, being able to be the prefect of Yunzhou, don't let it go. It's a pity that I was born too early, I will be born thirty years later. I also want to be a swordsman."
Finally, he pointed at the few believers on the ground and said with disdain: "As for these idiots, they actually accepted demonic cultists for collecting black money. It's like using them as protectors and treating them as gangsters. They are not gang leaders, but they take the initiative to become other people's minions. . It’s really hopelessly stupid. For the sake of the year, after wiping out the demon sect and forcing them onto the battlefield, we just said they were killed.”
In the dim tunnel, several men and women blocked another door, entered a small dug-out room, and breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.
One of the women said: "Flag Master, we have been exposed. Should we go to Yiziyueshe and continue to hibernate, or should we withdraw to the sub-rudder?"
The middle-aged man mused: "We definitely can't go back to the helm. Let's not say whether we are being encircled or not. How can we get good results if we go back in such a dejected state? You go to the No. 2 Moon House and continue to lurk. Remember. If you don't, just stay in the house as if no one is in the house. There is food and drink in the house, and you can make do with it, there are only less than two days left."
Everyone agreed, but still looked at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man uses "you", but what about himself?
The middle-aged man said: "I'll go find that gentleman for help."
Everyone paused at the same time, many frowned, and the woman added: "Flag Master, that man is mysterious and not of the same mind as our Holy Moon Sect..."
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I know it well, but no matter what, we can't stay in Yunzhou without the help of others. That gentleman is so wise that he is almost a demon and knows everything. At this time, stupid people like us need him. Give me some pointers."
The woman couldn't hide her dissatisfaction, and said: "The Incense Master once said that this person has refused to join the religion several times. After all, he has two minds..."
When she said this, she saw the middle-aged man staring at her, so she had to shut up.
The middle-aged man said: "No need to say anything, let's act separately."
At the same time, Tang Zhao knocked on Zhang Rong's door.
Zhang Rong was surprised that Tang Zhao came to visit. Tang Zhao said: "Sir, I learned something from studying your secret book, and I would like to ask you for advice."
Zhang Rong said strangely: "I know nothing about Fu Sword Master, what can I teach you?"
Tang Zhao said: "This method is not that of a talisman sword master, but more like a swordsmith. I just want to ask, can you further calculate what is in the empty magic cave?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
