Li Luan pushed the door open and walked in. He found Yang Ziyang looking at the brand-new military uniform intently, and couldn't help but sigh secretly. Although it was the first time for Li Luan to see this military uniform, when he saw the shining stars on it, he knew that it must be the uniform of Demon Lord Chu Xiang.
Yang Ziyang looked up at Li Luan and said, "Sister Luan, please help me cancel my identity and help me return this military uniform to where it belongs."
"Okay." Li Luan nodded lightly. She knew that Yang Ziyang had made his decision. There would no longer be Yang Ziyang in the Women's Federation, and there would no longer be a general named Chu Xiang in the Military Commission.
Poor little girl, Li Luan sighed secretly. Although the two of them didn't have a deep relationship, after all, they had worked together for so long. Who could bear to see such a little girl so sad?
Yang Ziyang stood up and said to Li Luan: "Sister Luan, thank you, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Li Luan showed a slightly melancholy smile, hugged Yang Ziyang gently, and said: "Silly girl, there is still a long way to go in life, so don't be too impulsive. Sister Luan still wants to eat hot pot with you again."
"There will be a chance." Yang Ziyang nodded.
Taking off a general star on his military uniform, Yang Ziyang took out his dagger and pressed the general star into the hilt.
"Sister Luan, goodbye." Yang Ziyang turned back and waved as he walked out of the office.
"Goodbye." Li Luan waved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Yang Ziyang was going to commit suicide.
After leaving the Women's Federation headquarters, Yang Ziyang strolled south, looking at the flow of people on the street, and suddenly felt that she was out of tune with the world. The people passing by had nothing to do with him, and her existence seemed superfluous.
After passing the bustling city center, the chaos on the edge of the city gradually became apparent. A lonely little girl attracted special attention. Some people followed Yang Ziyang furtively, some stared at her blatantly, and some were talking about the Demon King Chu Xiang. Regarding the death in Pirate Alley, some people are talking about the arrival of Sun Ying, the martial sage, in Beijing.
Yang Ziyang ignored those who were following him, sat down at a spicy soup stall named Chu Xiang, threw a small piece of silver and ordered two bowls of spicy soup.
After slowly finishing two bowls of spicy soup, Yang Ziyang continued walking south.
The urban area of Luocheng is not big, and ordinary people don’t dare to work in the urban area. The urban areas are not only the relatives and friends of high-ranking officials, but also the relatives and friends of high-ranking officials. Most of the population is in the surrounding suburbs. It is busy and chaotic all the way south along the Yingchuan River. suburbs.
After walking for thirty or forty kilometers, the crowds gradually became sparse, and the people following behind became more and more unscrupulous. Someone sneakily ran ahead, preparing to rob the road.
Just when the people following him were about to make a move, a figure crossed the river and came straight to Yang Ziyang.
Yang Ziyang looked at the visitor carefully. He was a slightly older middle-aged man, wearing a gray cloth gown. His tall frame could not hide his majestic appearance under the gown. He had slightly gray beard and hair, and his eyes were half-open. Close, the breath of the whole body is not leaked at all, making it difficult for people to tell the depth.
The visitor took out a palm-sized book, which was still brand new, with about a hundred pages. He handed it to Yang Ziyang and said, "This is a gift from the Lord."
Yang Ziyang did not accept the book and asked, "What is the name of your family master?"
"You will know later." The visitor said.
Yang Ziyang did not hesitate, took the small book, glanced at it, put it in his pocket, and said, "Thank you very much."
The person didn't say anything, just turned around and left.
There are only four words on the cover of the small book - occultation and sunset.
It was getting dark, and this place was no longer within the limits of Luo City. It was no longer in a position that would affect Luo City's reputation. Many unknown things happened on this section of the road.
Reflected by the white snow, human figures were faintly visible in the dark night. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the roadside and blocked the petite figure in front.
It was hard to see what was going on in the darkness. The petite figure continued to move forward, but the black shadow that jumped out disappeared.
Someone quickly followed and found that the guy who jumped out to block the road had turned into a corpse, lying in the middle of the cold road.
Women can drive people crazy, and a petite little girl can drive people crazy even more. A petite and listless little girl can make people lose their minds. There should be no woman in the entire Los Angeles who is easier to prey on than this little girl.
Dark shadows kept jumping out from the roadside and disappearing into the night, one after another, like moths flying into the flames.
Yang Ziyang has hardly left the house since she arrived in Luo City. Apart from working, she concentrates on practicing. Not many people have seen her, and not many people know who she is.
If these people knew her identity, they wouldn't be so crazy. They should understand that a strong general has no weak soldiers.
There were corpses along the way. No one knew how these people died. As soon as they got close to the petite girl, they fell down like logs, without any resistance.
Although Yang Ziyang's expression was calm, the murderous intention in her heart was already boiling. She needed to vent, and killing was the best way to vent.
This was a massacre, a massacre of those with evil intentions. It was on the main road to Luo City. The permeating smell of blood attracted more people. I don't know how many people were secretly watching under the night.
Dozens of corpses were already lying on the road. Not only did this fail to stop those people from coveting, but it actually aroused their madness. What is strange is that no one from the military government intervened in such a large-scale fighting not far from Luo City, as if they were completely unaware.
With so many people dead, it is certainly impossible for the military government not to know that everything within a hundred miles of Luo City is under the eyes of the military government. Of course, the military government will not pay attention to trivial matters, but this is no longer a trivial matter.
With murderous intent boiling over, Yang Ziyang no longer waited and started to take the initiative, rushing into the jungle on the roadside and killing the guys lurking on the roadside one by one.
The falling snowflakes are so melodious, and the petite figures are flying in the forest, lighter than cats and more ferocious than wolves. Every time the dagger is swung, a life disappears under the melodious snowflakes.
There was no sound, no footsteps, not even footprints on the snow, no dying screams, not even the leaves shaking. It was terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that people dared not breathe, as if death would come as soon as they took a breath.
The smell of blood filled the area more and more, and when the fighting began, Yang Ziyang turned around and rushed into the crowd that was following.
Burning murderous intent permeated the air, as if there was a man-eating ferocious beast choosing people to eat in the dark. The crowd fled in panic, only to find that they could not escape the darkness. There was always an invisible murderous intent lingering in the back of their heads.
Under the dark night, suddenly there was a strange Jie Jie laugh, just like the sound made by the devil in hell. The petite figure licking the blood on the sword wantonly harvested the small and running lives, just like the devil playing a game. Like the game of death.
Kill, kill, kill.
A voice in my heart keeps shouting, the excitement brought by the smell of blood, the pleasure of harvesting life, killing people is so pleasurable, it makes people excited to the point of madness.
The petite figure selects the next prey with its blood-red eyes. The figures running around are so exciting, as delicious as roasted lamb.
Los Angeles Nancheng Military Operations Center.
In the monitoring room, several people looked at the situation on the screen. A man with the rank of colonel said: "What should we do?"
Figures fell down one after another on the screen, and the petite figure like the wind leaped and harvested the lives around her. Sometimes the infrared camera of the drone could not even lock on to her figure.
"Do you have any grudge against anyone?" asked an officer in uniform next to him.
"No." The colonel smiled bitterly and shook his head. He understood what the director meant. If he had a grudge, he would send the enemy to deal with it, and let the enemy die at the hands of that little girl.
"Then there's nothing we can do." The officer in uniform said.
"You can't ignore it," the colonel said helplessly.
"How to deal with it? There are no instructions from above, you go?" said the officer in uniform.
The colonel shook his head like a rattle. He didn't have that ability. A young girl with a virtual cultivation level who was proficient in assassination techniques. If he went, he would have to be carried back.
The Demon King is dead, but the Wudang Hall has not yet collapsed. The Thunder Prince Gongsun Qi is not dead yet, and no one has been appointed to take over the post of Commander-in-Chief of the Eastern Navy Region. It is rumored that the relegated Sword Immortal Shi Wuzheng is about to take over as the headmaster of Wudang. Who dares to touch this? Little girl, whoever dares to take action will take action at this time and risk the disapproval of the world.
Vehicles on both ends of the road were stopped and no one was allowed to pass. All vehicles coming from the south to Luo City were sent away to avoid this road that was littered with corpses.
If you can't deal with people who kill, you can only avoid people who will be killed.
"What a pity!" After a while, the officer in uniform suddenly sighed.
The colonel didn't know what the director felt pity for, whether it was pity for this little girl or pity for the devil Chu Xiang.
"Have you notified Wudang?" the officer in uniform asked.
"Notified, they have sent people to deal with it." The colonel said.
"Who in Wudang can subdue her?" said the officer in uniform.
The colonel was shocked, yes, who in Wudang can subdue this possessed little girl. Everyone in Wudang has the highest level of cultivation, but it is at the peak of the virtual realm. This little girl’s cultivation level is unknown to which level of the virtual realm. In addition, she is proficient in assassination skills and has become a demon. If the people from Wudang cannot subdue her and are killed by her, then Would not it be.
"Director..." the colonel shouted nervously.
"If the people from Wudang can't subdue her and she goes on a killing spree, you and I will be in trouble," said the officer in regular uniform.
"Director, what should we do?" the colonel asked with a bitter smile.
"Notify Shi Wuzheng and Gongsun Qi directly."
The petite figure finally stopped and stood on the hillside, opening his arms to welcome the falling snowflakes and letting out a weird smile of satisfaction that didn't sound like a human voice.
Everyone was dead, all killed by small daggers. Corpses were scattered all over the field, and the smell of blood was everywhere. Even wild beasts did not dare to approach. The petite figure was like a devil, which was intimidating.
Yang Ziyang was possessed.
