Fu Qingyang sat at his desk, logged in to his account, and entered the online meeting room.
A total of six elders from the three branches attended this meeting. Elder Gou and Fu Qingyang were present at Songhai, and the other four elders did not like to interfere.
Elder Dog, a gentle-tempered person, has quietly taken on most of the affairs in the past few years. It was not until the ambitious Mr. Qian came to power that Elder Dog gradually became free.
At this time, there were still five minutes before the start of the meeting, and the elders of the three major branches came online one after another.
When everyone arrived, the "Cinnabar Sword" elder of the Hangcheng branch cleared Qing Noise and said:
"Ten days have passed since the melee incident between the three demigods. In the past ten days, there have been hundreds of incidents involving props. Robberies, murders, thefts, rapes, and other accidents have occurred frequently. The number of victims has exceeded the thousand mark. This was still the case when the president had taken back those terrifyingly powerful high-level props in the top fifteen at the beginning of the accident.
"Guys, the burden on our shoulders is heavy."
After a pause, he changed the topic and said with a smile:
"The headquarters compiled the table yesterday and found that the progress of recycling props has improved significantly recently. The great elder is very pleased.
"Secretary Li called me yesterday. The headquarters wants us to hold a meeting to formulate a work plan and strive to recycle all the props before the end of the month. This is the newly updated form, please take a look."
After speaking, he uploaded the form in the chat box in the conference room.
The elders clicked on the form and were surprised to find that there were 54 props that were lost six days ago.
Now there are only 30 pieces left.
With the unremitting efforts of hundreds of official practitioners, the three branches can solve one to two incidents every day on average. In six days, ten incidents can be solved.
In the past six days, "performance" has doubled.
Elder Cinnabar Sword sighed:
"Ashamed, the progress of our Hangcheng branch's work is not ideal. Is it the Songhai branch or the Crab City branch that is working hard these days? Do you have any special methods? You might as well share them."
This is also one of the purposes of this meeting.
An elder from Crab Market immediately said:
"It seems to be the Songhai branch. Elder Gou and Elder Fu, how did you do it? If you have a good idea, please share it."
To collect props, you need to first collect information, and then conduct a series of actions such as investigation and arrest. Even if the official controls powerful channels, it is still a tedious and slow process.
Some props that are not very harmful are difficult to detect, and the ordinary people who obtain the props are many smart people. They deliberately hide them, and there is almost nothing the official can do.
This is why recycling props is slow.
The Songhai branch's "performance" suddenly increased. With fixed manpower, it was obvious that some kind of method was developed to target props.
In the conference room, the elders were silent expectantly, waiting for the answer from the elders of the Songhai branch.
But what they were waiting for was a form.
Fu Qingyang uploaded a form in the dialog box.
The four elders from Crab City Branch and Hangcheng Branch clicked on the form with curiosity and expectation.
"Event 1: Little Red Riding Hood! A little girl with a red hat appeared in the Songhai Inner Ring Tunnel. She brought 42 people in the tunnel into a special space. The space still stayed in the tunnel. That night, Yuanshi Tianzun entered the tunnel..."
"Event 2: Breeding saplings! This prop crashed in Songfu University Park. It exudes the smell of breeding all the time. Nearly thirty students were affected by it, living together in the woods, and became addicted to it. They would become addicted to it every night. Return to the park if the situation arises, fortunately, apart from breeding, it poses no other hazards..."
"Event 3..."
"Event 4: Hypnosis cell phone! This prop was picked up by a senior high school student. Its function is to hypnotize the target and make it completely obedient to the prop holder. After discovering the magical effect of the mobile phone, the senior high school student hypnotized the person next door. The female neighbor, who regarded herself as the master, made many humiliating demands to the female neighbor. His desire gradually expanded, and then hypnotized the female teachers and classmates in the school... At present, the student has been arrested by Yuanshi Tianzun. In view of his He has reached the age of 18, and what awaits him will be the most severe punishment of the law."
"Event 5: Treasure Hunting Slope Wind! This prop allows the holder to pass through walls and glide briefly. It also greatly reduces the target's presence. The holder of the prop sneaked into the bank vault of Ganyao Village and Town many days ago and stole cash. 1500000--
"Event 6: Alienated Jacket! This item comes from a foreign evil profession, which can cause alienation of the holder's body. A deliveryman got it and gained the ability to spin silk and crawl. He calls himself the Spider-Man of China. , the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, wandering around the city at night, but because the security was too good, the criminal was not found, and in the end he became a criminal. When being chased by Yuanshi Tianzun, he accidentally hit the wall of an office building and died..."
"Event 7..."
"Event 8..."
After reading the contents in the form, the conference room fell into silence, and the elders did not speak for a long time.
After about ten seconds, Elder Cinnabar Sword took a deep breath:
"They were all collected by Yuanshi Tianzun?"
Is one person's performance comparable to that of the three major divisions?
What kind of efficiency is this.
Fu Qingyang said lightly: "It's a pity that you can't learn this method."
... Elder Cinnabar Sword sighed:
"There are no true warriors under the name of Basketball. A genius with strong abilities. No matter what he does, he is much better than ordinary practitioners. He was just punished heavily, and in the blink of an eye he made two great contributions."
He was referring to the 'Sea of Cliff Mountain' recycling props and this time.
The elders were jealous, not for the recovered props, but for the Songhai branch.
There used to be Fu Qingyang, and now there is Yuanshi Tianzun. The Songhai branch's position in the entire Five Elements Alliance is as stable as Mount Tai.
"It's not a problem that all the talents are gathered in Songhai. When will the headquarters dismantle the Songhai branch?" The elder of Crab City sighed with emotion, and then said;
"Since Yuanshi Tianzun is good at collecting props, can he be held responsible for that matter?"
Fu Qingyang frowned and shook his head:
"The president himself has not been found, and Yuanshi Tianzun is even less likely to find him."
He knew what the other party was talking about. Among the props with the first fifteen serial numbers, only the last two props had not been recovered, which were the ninth and third props respectively.
Elder Dog said:
"When it comes to treasure hunting, no one in the world is better than the president. For the past ten days, he has focused all his energy on the first fifteen props. Even the ninth and third props were not found by him. Probably There is only one possibility. -
Elder Cinnabar Sword said slowly:
"Those two tools have been obtained by the Spirit Realm Walker and stored in the inventory. With the characteristics of those two items, it is okay if they are obtained by the lawful profession. If they are obtained by the evil profession... Alas, the headquarters told me that the president has already He gave up the search and disclosed the attributes of the props to the headquarters, hoping that the headquarters would issue a reward for him. As long as he finds those two props, he is willing to offer two exchange tickets from Wanjie Commercial Bank."
As he spoke, he uploaded a form in the dialog box.
The elders clicked on the form and after reading the attributes of the two props, fell silent again.
Elder Dog smiled bitterly and said:
"He is indeed the strongest person in the Void profession. He actually has so many weird and extremely powerful props. If they are obtained by evil professions, it will be another disaster."
A disaster for lawful professions.
Fu Qingyang frowned, "Wanjie Trading Company?"
Elder Cinnabar Sword responded:
"That is a regular prop at the demigod level, no, even higher. Its attributes and abilities are unknown. It was officially recorded for the first time when the Compass of Light appeared in the world and triggered a melee at the demigod level. Then With an exchange ticket from Wanjie Commercial Bank, the president can fight three demigods alone."
Fighting three demigods alone... Fu Qingyang took a deep breath, "I understand."
To use that prop, you must pay a heavy price, otherwise the president would have sacrificed it to deal with the Dionysus Club.
...
In a dark secret room, the Great Protector of Dark Night Rose stood by the window, listening to the phone.
"Great Protector, I got something." A subordinate reported on the phone in a low voice:
"Serial number 9..."
"I wrote his information in cipher text and sent it to your email."
Dark Night Rose turned around immediately when she discovered the Great Protector, returned to her desk, turned on her computer, and logged in to her email.
When I opened the email sent by my subordinate, the content was garbled and in 12 languages.
The Great Protector only glanced at it and accurately interpreted the correct content from the long and messy speech.
He was silent for more than ten seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter, hoarse and hearty.
The subordinate on the other side of the phone did not dare to say anything. He had never seen such a great protector before. The great protector often got angry, but it was unprecedentedly rare for him to laugh heartily.
"You did a good job, very good!" the Great Protector said with a smile as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat:
"Get ready and look for an opportunity to enter Qin Feng Academy. The leader's long-cherished wish for many years may be fulfilled by you. You should understand what kind of credit this is."
The rapid breathing of the subordinate came from the loudspeaker.
Xin'an County is located at the junction of Jiangnan Province and Jianghuai Province.
In a dilapidated rental house, there was a bedroom with clothes piled randomly. The curtains were drawn, revealing a small gap. A figure was sitting at the table, looking down at the items in front of him, and letting out a weird smile:
"The treasure of suppressing the teaching, who left this treasure of suppressing the teaching, but I found it, God help me, God help me, hahaha..."
Smiling nervously, he suddenly paused, tilted his head, and said:
"No, it's a new era now, and we need to use a new name... a dominator-level item!"
Sunlight shines in through the cracks in the curtains. Half of his face is hidden in the darkness, and half of his face is reflected in the sun. His expression is dull and crazy. One eye is empty and lifeless, and the other is crazy and confused.
During this period of time, he could not suppress the desire to kill, could not bear the desire to repair himself, and continuously devoured the spiritual bodies of several spiritual realm walkers.
and the souls of a dozen ordinary people.
Without the power of purification, this undoubtedly aggravated his mental pollution and caused schizophrenia.
"Good disciple, good disciple, I miss you so much as my master, hehehehe..." Jie Jie's strange laughter echoed in the rental house.
Wuhen Hotel.
The air conditioner is powerfully delivering cold air. In the hotel lobby covered with marble floor tiles, behind the front desk, Zhang Yuanqing is lying lazily on Xiaoyuan's rest chair with his legs crossed.
"How can a senior high school student have such evil thoughts and do such crazy things to female neighbors, female teachers, and female classmates? When I was a senior in high school, I didn't dare to hold the girl's hand or talk to the girl. They all blush, they are so pure, Xiaosi, you must believe me."
He spread his legs and talked freely, telling what he had experienced while collecting props during this period.
Madoka was wearing a burgundy suit and a white women's shirt, sitting at the front desk, silently listening to his chatter, her cool and majestic face expressionless, her eyes gentle and hidden.
Kou Beiyue and the little fat man were half-lying at the front desk, listening with interest.
The way ordinary people deal with the props after they get them is very interesting. Most of them will use the power of the props to satisfy their own selfish desires, but there are also some who regard themselves as the masters of the world, or feel that they are the protagonists of destiny.
"But the case of high school seniors can only be considered average in severity. Apart from the inner tunnel incident, the worst thing I have seen in the past six days was the curse murder case. More than 20 people died in the entire community. What do you think? No, it’s the reason why the caster kills people." Zhang Yuanqing said.
"what reason?"
Kou Beiyue and the little fat man asked in unison.
"All those who died were those with yellow hair. The perpetrator's wife had an affair, and he said..." Zhang Yuanqing gathered his energy at the tip of his tongue, as if he was chanting some kind of spell:
"Huang Mao must die!"
Kou Beiyue and the little fat man were confused: "What do you mean?"
"Just understand if you understand. Don't ask if you don't understand." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand: "What time is it? We haven't delivered takeout yet."
"Fuck..." Kou Beiyue finally reacted, picked up the helmet on the table and went out.
The little fat man followed closely behind.
"Wait a minute," Zhang Yuanqing called to him and said with a smile:
"I don't care whether you are following Kou Beiyue sincerely or not. Since you are fooling around with him, you should stay calm. If you dare to harm him, I will kill you anywhere in the world."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Kou Beiyue was suddenly moved in his heart, with a look of disgust on his face: "You are not my father, you don't care about this, good minister, let's go."
The little fat man nodded slightly and left without saying a word.
After the others left, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out on his chair and said, "The light bulbs are gone, and we can finally live our two-person world!"
Xiao Yuan tilted him to sleep and said:
"Do you still like older women now?"
Zhang Yuanqing had talked to her about his views on mate selection before. He was single at the time and talked about this matter without restraint.
But now I don’t dare.
"I don't like it anymore." Zhang Yuanqing shook his head.
Madoka said "Oh" and turned around, facing the hotel door.
Zhang Yuanqing changed the topic and joked: "But I really like aunties like Xiao Yuan."
She didn't turn around, as if she didn't hear him, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
The seventh day, nine o'clock in the morning.
After sleeping in the Wuhen Hotel for one night, Zhang Yuanqing returned to Huadu in high spirits. He took a taxi to the old city and arrived at the entrance of the "Wanbao House" small shop with a familiar road.
In the small shop, extraordinary props and materials are piled up in a mess.
The pretty lady boss was sitting at the cashier, holding a cigar between her fingertips and sucking on it with relish.
She was still dressed as when they first met, with a black chest covering and a black leather jacket, revealing a strong and flat belly.
There was a heavy look of laziness between his brows and eyes, which has not dissipated even now.
"Madam boss, I, Hu Hansan, am back again."
Zhang Yuanqing approached with a smile on his face, thinking that he was about to create a top-notch prop, and he couldn't wait.
Lian Sanyue glanced at him, sat still and raised the corners of his mouth:
"I have some bad news for you."
Zhang Yuanqing's heart suddenly skipped a beat: "What bad news?"
Lian Sanyue put his cigar away and lazily leaned back on the lounge chair:
"The flint is sold out. It is a necessity to start the Hundred Refining Furnace. It only produces thirty yuan per month. I have the last ten yuan left on hand, but yesterday, it was bought by someone."
Zhang Yuanqing's face darkened:
"Are you playing with me?"
There is no such coincidence in the world.
Even Sanyue's smile didn't change, and she still sat in a lazy posture:
"I'm playing with you, but not me. I am the most trustworthy person. A saint-quality prop, even if it is a rule-based item, cannot make me give up my credibility.
"But someone does want to play with you."
