Chenran put his hand on the table, tapping his fingertips lightly, and said in a Dudu voice, "I hope so, General Chen." Chenran turned his face sideways and spoke in a playful tone.
General Chen didn't seem to notice the weirdness in Chenran's tone, and his eyes remained sincere and firm.
…
A dull sound of footsteps sounded from outside the corridor. Although it was dull, it was very fast. Two completely different feelings were mixed together, giving people an inexplicable uneasiness.
"boom!"
The wooden door was pushed open forcefully, and a man wearing a gray cloak rushed into the room. "I understand that you want to clean up the execution department, but why do you want to destroy the Xi family?" Bingzhuren asked angrily.
The man who was being stared at by Zhu Bingren was sitting behind a huge desk. The room was very dark, and he could only see a silhouette of a lake, which gave people the illusion that it was not very real.
"The Xi family secretly colluded with that old guy from Luo Yunshan to serve as the military's internal agents among us. I had no choice but to clear them out." The man raised his head, and it was a very young voice that was different from his temperament.
"No matter how you say it, the Xi family is one of the 13 families. If you attack the Xi family, you have broken the rules and will suffer a big disaster!" Bing Zhuren clenched his fists with both hands. If there was another person on the other side, he would take action directly.
But this person can't do it. After all, his identity is...
"Hehehe..." A burst of harsh laughter sounded at an inappropriate time.
Bingzhuren suddenly turned around and shouted: "Who is it?!"
An old-fashioned desk lamp dimly lit up, revealing several figures on the sofa. A good-looking woman covered her mouth and smiled softly, "Hehehe, this is the candle bearer, I think we are polite here."
After staring at the woman for a while, Bingzhucai asked tentatively: "Are you a dancer?"
"It's rare that a big shot like you still remembers the slave family." The dancing girl patted her chest lightly and pretended to be frightened, "The way you looked when you came in just now really scared the slave family."
After recognizing the dancing girl, Bingzhuren's eyes swept over the faces of the people on the sofa. Soon, judging from his eyes, he roughly knew the identities of these people.
Dancer, puppeteer, magician... closest to the edge, a ghost-headed sword was thrown on the table. He also knew the black-faced man who was sneering at him, nicknamed the Sword Demon.
They are a group of guys who were notorious many years ago, but have disappeared for a long time.
But compared to these, what attracted his attention more was the silver pistol stuck in the waist of the sword demon.
"Did you do it?!" Bingzhuren's eyes widened.
"What, you also want to thank us?" Dao Mo laughed wildly without any scruples, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the silver gun, "That bullshit execution department is vulnerable to me!"
"Although I have helped you, my help was not in vain. You are so famous, Bingzhuren, so you must have a lot of good things in your hands. Take them out quickly to honor you Master Dao."
The candle bearer held a respected position among the night watchmen. He had never been scolded like this before. He was furious. He waved his sleeves and a candlestick instantly appeared in his hand. A white candle burned faintly on it, emitting a pale green light.
"you wanna die!"
With the candlestick as the center of the circle, the surrounding area of about 5 meters was instantly shrouded in darkness, the space became distorted, and the darkness invaded towards the position of the sword demon on the sofa.
"Lord Bingzhuren, do you also want to try our strength?" The magician's eyes exuded a fanatical light, and his eyes turned blood red. After receiving the agreed benefits, his strength was even further than before.
Several playing cards were like arrows, shooting towards the person holding the candle, so fast that they even made a sound of breaking through the air.
But a strange scene occurred. The playing cards disappeared silently after being exposed to the darkness.
The darkness that filled the air seemed to have a strange sticky feeling, and what was even more frightening was that from time to time, horrifying roars came from the darkness, as if there were ferocious beasts from another world hidden inside.
Just when the candle-bearing man was about to teach these blind things a lesson, the next second, his footsteps stopped, and countless pale hands came out from the ground and grabbed his legs. The dancing girl looked at him with a half-smile, purple light flowing in her eyes. .
His arms were also imprisoned by a strange force. They were invisible filaments, and several of them had already wrapped around his neck. It seemed that just a slight pull could twist his head. break.
"Bingzhuren, you dare to talk to us like this, this is the price!" The puppet master with only one left arm had red eyes at the moment, as if he was in an extremely excited state. What's even weirder is that his broken arm has grown. Bone stubble appeared, and the bone stubble was covered with twisted and ugly flesh buds. It seemed that his broken arm would grow back soon.
"Yesterday I killed the head of the execution department. Today, you die too!" The sword demon's laughter was like the sound of waves. He raised the ghost-headed sword and slashed it at the candle holder from a distance.
The blade left a shadow in the air and shot towards the candle holder. Even the sticky darkness on the side of the candle holder was cut open by the knife. At the critical moment, the sitting man finally took action.
A gentle force removed the sharp blade, and then the invisible threads and arms entangled with the candle holder quietly dispersed, and a man who looked about 30 years old appeared behind the candle holder.
The man stretched out two fingers and caught the magician's blade that came behind Zhuzhuren at some point and stabbed him directly in the back of the head. "That's enough." The man clearly didn't do anything, and his tone didn't overly reprimand him. It meant, but the magician's expression suddenly changed, and he stepped back several steps to stabilize his figure.
His heart was beating so hard, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, hitting his cage-like soft ribs, causing him to wince in pain.
After doing all this, the man turned around, looked at Zhu Zhuren, who was still breathing heavily, and said coldly: "You go down first, it has nothing to do with you here."
After the candle-bearing man stumbled away, Wu Ji was about to say something when she met the man's eyes. In an instant, a chill penetrated her body. She had never seen such eyes before.
His penis is silver, very pale in color, and it is a rare heavy penis.
Just staring into his eyes, I felt like I was being swallowed up.
Is this the ability of the President of the Night's Watch?
Mai Ji was suddenly afraid, and the arrogant sense of power she felt after absorbing the reward given by the president also faded a lot.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'll leave the rest to you." The man suddenly smiled, and the sense of oppression that enveloped everyone disappeared.
The puppet master tugged on his clothes unnaturally, "President, please rest assured, since we have received your reward, we will naturally complete what you asked us to do."
The man tilted his head and smiled: "I'm serious, we are just cooperating, there is no way to explain or not to explain, but if you are willing to help us, then we will be more sure, and we can share the new world in the future."
Thinking of the plan that the man told them not long ago, several people here could not help but breathe quickly. In a world completely dominated by disciples, the door is no longer a curse that restricts them, but a miracle!
Ordinary people are only qualified to be driven by them, and they... are the gods of the new world!
"It's really a new world that makes people yearn for it!" The sword demon chuckled.
His rough laughter seemed to ignite the excitement of these people. More and more people started laughing, and the laughter overlapped. There were far more than just the Sword Demon, the Magician, and the Dancer. Behind them, besides.
These people were either leaning against the wall or sitting cross-legged on the ground. Some of their bodies were twisted and hanging upside down from the ceiling. Their blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness, like a group of irrational beasts.
"Kill! Kill all the things that don't open your eyes!"
"After being locked up for so long, I finally need to relax my muscles and bones..."
“The smell of blood is so nostalgic.”
"Those ordinary people who reject us are just afraid of our abilities. They are afraid of us! Hehe, they must learn to respect us. We are the gods in this world!"
"Kill! Kill them all!"
"Hee hee hee……"
"Hahaha!!"
The laughter became more and more exaggerated and distorted. The man looked at the unrestrained figure in front of him, showed an intoxicating smile, picked up a glass of wine, and raised the glass with a smile, "I wish you all good luck in martial arts, and here's to the new world."
"New world!"
"New World!!"
…
As night fell, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city below him.
Still holding a glass of wine in his hand.
At this moment, right under his feet, in an empty square about a few dozen meters away, a group of once-famous disciples were being disguised as various identities, and were about to head to their respective target cities.
The imperial capital and Longhai are the most prosperous and important cities in the country.
"We have been silent for too long. It's time to teach those big shots a lesson, otherwise they will think we don't dare." A dull and hoarse voice sounded behind the man.
There was no emotion on the man's face, he was still looking down at everything at his feet, "Uncle Ghost, it's really hard for you to put on such a good show with me."
When Bingzhuren heard the word "Uncle Ghost", his expression suddenly became a little frightened, "Don't call me that, you are now the president of the Night Watch, and your status..."
"Uncle Ghost, you're not hurt anywhere." The man turned his head, concern showing in his eyes.
When Zhu Zhuren saw this scene, a rare warmth appeared on the skinny dead man's face. He stretched out his arm, which was covered with blood marks left by the puppet master's silk thread cutting, as well as black and blue palm prints. , the palm print is long and slender, obviously a woman's hand.
As the candle bearer slowly clenched his fist, a strange scene appeared. The blood marks and palm prints were slowly peeled off from the skin as if being expelled, and then disappeared into the surrounding darkness.
"These arrogant guys, do they really think they have reached S level?" Bingzhuren retracted his arm, looked out the French window, and shook his head with disdain, "Five people went to kill an S level, and the strongest one was killed in reverse. , and one person was seriously injured, with such a record, it’s not shameful to come back.”
The man smiled calmly when he heard this, "There are a group of people who are about to die. Uncle Ghost, don't bother with them."
"What a bunch of idiots. They still want to share the new world with us. Are they worthy?!" Zhu Bingren seemed to have thought of something, and there was a trace of unwillingness on his face. "It's a pity that the foundation we have accumulated over the years will be lost to them." Take some of it.”
"There's nothing we can do about it. If we don't hand over those contracts to them, they won't be able to improve their strength in a short time." The man said, "It's a pity that they were carried away by the pleasure of gaining strength and only focused on improving their strength. They thought they had touched the threshold of S-class, but in fact they were just on the verge of being completely eroded, and their door was squeezing the last of their vitality."
"Even if no one cares about them, they won't survive long."
Bingzhuren sneered: "So they are just time bombs at the moment. No matter whether they succeed or not, they will explode. We just need to wait until the moment the explosion sounds."
"At the same time, high-level supernatural events were detonated in every big city. Just thinking about it makes people intoxicated." Zhu Bingren took a deep breath with a ferocious expression, "It is really a heart-stirring scenery."
The man stood in front of the window and took a sip of the wine in the cup. The bright red wine hung on the wall of the cup, with the texture of blood. "Luoyunshan's secret army is nothing to worry about. Crimson is also exhausted by us." , now..." The man paused, and his eyes immediately became sharp, "The only thing missing is that the military's trump card has not appeared. We have to fish out their trump card."
"These old foxes always want to reap the benefits. This time, I want to see if they can protect tens of millions of lives in the Imperial Capital, or if they continue to hide their stupidity and watch these people die!"
Overlooking the dozens of cars ready to go in the square below, the man gently tapped the French window with his wine glass and said, "Everyone, I'll leave the fishing to you." Then he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
…
A white off-road vehicle was driving through the night. The country road was full of potholes and the vehicle was bumping. This may also be related to the mood of the driver. The man in sportswear was shaking all over at the moment, and the car was filled with the smell of blood.
Through the reversing mirror, I could see two corpses lying in the back row. The corpses had their throats sealed with a knife. There was no chance at all. Their empty eyes were wide open, and blood was dripping along the seats on the ground.
The person who killed them was sitting in the passenger seat at the moment. He was a weirdo dressed as a magician.
As if feeling the man's gaze, the magician took off his black top hat and chuckled: "Just drive to the place I told you to go. When you get there, I will let you go."
The man driving the car did not dare to refute. He was a member of the night watchman, and the three of them were sent to escort this weirdo to the imperial capital. All the documents for the passage procedures were ready.
But not long after leaving the headquarters, the weirdo in the car suddenly took action and cut the throats of the other two people. Then he threatened him to shut down communication with the headquarters, and then threw him a coordinate and asked him to drive there immediately.
This coordinate was very remote. After searching for a long time, he finally arrived. It was a place similar to a farm.
But after he drove the car through the gate, he was surprised to find that there were still three cars parked in the dilapidated stables of the farm, and these three cars had set off with them not long ago!
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The main plot is almost complete. A new copy of Ghost Bride will be opened tomorrow, and there will be a wave of updates. Thank you for your support! (A chapter is now over 4,000 words long, not the previous 2,000. Don’t say I’m lazy anymore, I’m not!!)
