If there is any major event happening in China recently, it must be the Daan Chemical Plant leakage incident. More than ten days have passed since the incident, but it has not been effectively controlled.
Although it did not receive positive reports, various discussions about this incident still arose on the Internet.
"Shocking! The thousand-year-old tomb suddenly appeared in Da'an, the ancient capital of thousands of years! Some experts say that this fog siege may have been caused by the cultivators in the ancient tomb!"
"Supernatural! The resurrected dead suddenly appeared in Da'an City! It may be related to the second-hand abandoned smog that envelopes Da'an City!"
"Horror! There seems to be a real ghost in this world! Please pay attention to Ami Ami's channel, and let us reveal the truth about the fog of Da'an for you!"
"Advertisement! If you look carefully, you will know that the smog surrounding Daan City is actually an advertisement for the real book of preparation for the five-year exam and the three-year exam!"
There are many topics like this appearing in various forums on the Internet. After all, a city in the country where I live has mysteriously disappeared into the haze. How could the masses not care about such a big event?
Moreover, there are a large number of survivors in Daan City, and they are transmitting a large number of photos or videos to the outside world all the time.
However, there are still only a few people who know the real situation. Most of the survivors are still in a state of knowing the danger, but not knowing what is so dangerous.
Currently in the temporary headquarters outside Da'an City.
Yan Wenhua looked at the overwhelming news on the Internet and his nose was twisted with anger. He never expected that these melon-eating people could be so free and would not say shocking headlines. Why would anyone take the initiative to do this? Are you running away because you think your life is too long?
"Damn it, suppress all the news! If you continue to let them talk nonsense like this, something big will happen sooner or later!"
Yan Wenhua knocked on the table seriously. Sitting next to him were the staff responsible for this supernatural incident. Zhao Jianguo was originally responsible for this supernatural incident, but unfortunately the other party had been transferred to Dachang to take charge of the starving ghost incident. .
Although the incident in Da'an City had a great impact in the country, the current mainstream view is that it is not a supernatural event.
More people think that this is just a serious pollution incident or a strange natural phenomenon. After all, there is no precedent for this kind of thing before.
However, if the events in Daan City are allowed to continue to spread, it is very likely that with the help of intentional people or certain organizations, the existence of supernatural beings will be completely exposed to the people across the country.
As long as the Ghost Controller Headquarters is unable to suppress more and more supernatural incidents in the future, sooner or later the existence of ghosts will be known to everyone in the country, and it is unknown what kind of storm will occur by then.
Just when Yan Wenhua, one of the team leaders of the Ghost Controller Headquarters, was trying his best to calm down the matter.
In a corner of Daan City.
There is a black shadow that is constantly expanding and brewing. It looks like a vague human shape in outline, but the difference is that its limbs are too slender, like bamboo joints, hanging on the walls on both sides.
"Click——"
A haze that was thicker than the surrounding shrouded the entire corner, and from time to time there would be sounds of bones breaking, and the sounds of flesh and blood being torn and spliced together could even be heard.
Occasionally, there would be dull footsteps, but when passing through this dark corner, they would all stop in unison, and then a skinny arm covered with corpses would stretch out from the darkness and pull them away. Into the haze.
At this time, the sounds of bones breaking and flesh and blood tearing will be particularly intense.
It was like performing a weird operation. The doctor couldn't see the patient, so he could only listen to the weird sound and imagine it.
Not far from the corner, there was a body bag that had been torn and deformed. The surface had been torn and tattered, exposing the gold inside, and the seal was completely destroyed.
The body bag was bulging, as if it contained something.
Suddenly, a slender humanoid silhouette appeared next to the body bag. It didn't make any movement, only its two arms that were almost perpendicular to the ground were easily stretched into the body bag.
It seemed to have groped for something. This slender humanoid silhouette lowered its head mechanically, as if it was looking at something. Soon its hands began to shake slightly.
It sounds like it's... disassembling something.
"Click——"
There was no sound of tearing flesh and blood, only the sound of bones breaking. The humanoid outline seemed to be tearing apart a stubborn piece of brown candy.
The next moment, there was a rustle of pages turning, and with this strange sound, the humanoid silhouette successfully tore open the piece of brown candy, and then its figure disappeared into the darkness in the corner again.
The body bag was empty.
And through the darkness, one could vaguely see that there were stumps and broken arms everywhere on the ground.
Even now, something was still thrown out of the dark corner by the evil ghost, mixed with a strong smell of corpses and piled up in the pile of corpses on the side.
If Wen Zhong were here, he would definitely recognize that what was thrown out from the dark corner at this moment was the head of the thinking ghost that pretended to be He Youxu.
Soon the humanoid silhouette stepped out of the dark corner again, but the difference was that it was wearing a shabby white shirt, which was stained with blood stains and various liquids.
Its skinny body looked a little out of place in this shirt, but it felt very satisfied. Its hands mechanically smoothed out the rising wrinkles on the shirt.
When everything was ready, a weird smile appeared on the slender humanoid's facial features that were sewn with needlework, and a small half of a weird human face could be faintly seen on the back of its head, which was covered by hair.
Everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared.
It walked away from this dark corner step by step with mechanical and stiff steps.
After it left, the haze in the corner gradually dispersed, and various corpses piled up into mountains, all of which were derived from the shriveled ghosts that had wandered in Da'an City before. There seemed to be a few very familiar figures among them. face.
These mutilated corpses and the coagulated blood on the ground can prove that a horrific incident that is unimaginable to ordinary people once occurred here.
The terror continues, despair continues to spread, and if you look closely, the direction the ghost is heading is the downtown area of Da'an City.
"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.
