Early the next morning, the evil demon Tao warriors gathered in Bishui Immortal Palace began to leave in an orderly manner under the leadership of the disciples of the Immortal Palace.
Meng Zhao waited until noon to say goodbye to Gu Siman and Yun Fei. As he left, he looked at the majestic peaks reaching into the sky, with their mighty and powerful flow. To him, the power of the formation was still so great. Its majesty and majesty are incomparable.
At the same time, he secretly regretted that Grandmaster Qiao didn't come to him after all.
He knew that Grandmaster Qiao had a relationship with the Meng family, but it was just a guess. It was impossible to come directly to the door to seek a relationship. It was not that he was reluctant to lose face, but that the strong master was moody. Grandmaster Qiao could easily kill Viper Ning and Kang You. The two of them, De, may not become ferocious and attack him.
Therefore, the initiative was in the hands of Grandmaster Qiao, not him. He could only wait passively, but unfortunately he did not get the answer he wanted.
When they came to the river bank at the end of this wasteland, brothers Zheng Que and Su Can, who were originally with Meng Zhao, also said goodbye and left, but it would not take long for them to meet again.
At this time, the only two people left beside him were Niu Dali, who was bare-chested and looking fierce, and Wei Qi, who was gloomy and worried.
Meng Zhao walked slowly along the river bank with abundant water and grass, his hands behind his back. When he came to a low-lying area near a swamp, he suddenly stopped and looked around. He saw a vast and lonely place with few people.
Niu Dali touched his big golden ring. He was a little confused. He didn't know why he didn't quickly find a ferry and take a boat back to Kunnan County. Instead, he stayed in this quiet place. However, he was in a good mood and took his time. It's okay, Meng Zhao is a rich man, it's better to follow him and drink spicy food than to eat chaffy vegetables by yourself.
In comparison, Wei Qi looked very uneasy, looking around from the corner of his eyes from time to time, following Meng Zhao, his back slightly bent, like a flattering dogleg in movies and TV dramas.
To be able to make a top innate master, one of the stand-ins of Dao Tuntian Daozi in the world, achieve this level shows what kind of status Meng Zhao has achieved in his heart.
"Wei Qi, so many days have passed, have you ever found out the origin of that insect?"
As he spoke, Meng Zhao slid a small bottle out of his cuffs. He flicked his finger on the bottom of the bottle, and the cork at the neck popped open. A fat, snow-white insect crawled out of the bottle and landed on Meng Zhao. In Zhao's palm, the round head expanded and contracted, and the black eyes looked full of intelligence.
It can be seen that Meng Zhao has raised this human insect very well during this period. Instead of losing weight, he has gained a bit more weight. This is also thanks to Gu Simonan's tips on feeding this insect.
It's just a pity that Meng Zhao always felt that although Gu Simonan had a harmonious relationship with him and had a good relationship with him, he hid something from him only about this human insect, which cast a shadow in his heart and made it difficult to let go.
This actually makes no sense, it is just intuition and speculation, but Meng Zhao did believe the most intuitive feeling deep in his heart.
Niu Dali was a little confused. Looking at the fat bug in Meng Zhao's hand, he couldn't figure it out. Isn't it just a bug? What's the big deal, why should I check the origins?
Wei Qi trembled all over, his face turned pale, his lips were dry and cracked into pieces of dead skin. He looked frightened and lost. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said,
"Master, it is my subordinate who is incompetent. Although I borrowed some books from the Demon Lord Palace, I have not gained anything yet. However, please rest assured, Master, I will definitely be able to find out the origin of this insect after leaving Kunnan."
There is nothing we can do about it. Although there are many books in the Demon Lord Palace, the ones that can be borrowed must be ordinary and will not contain any precious information.
In the mountains, the channels are also limited. Wei Qi has no choice, which is normal.
Meng Zhao sighed in disappointment,
"I already have clues, and I know that this insect is a type of human body insect. Why don't you find anything? Is it really unclear, or is it something you found, but you don't want to tell me?"
Wei Qi's heart was shocked, and he didn't know if he sensed danger. He quickly ran to Meng Zhao, knelt down humbly on the ground, and grabbed the ground with his head. The force was not small, and the soft soil flew up. If the soil here was not soft, I'm afraid I've already suffered a bloody head.
Being so humble and doing something like this, he just felt the danger and had to do it.
Meng Zhao's murderous intentions were still there, which made it difficult for him to control, so he simply lowered his posture to the lowest level to reduce the possibility of Meng Zhao launching an attack.
Ordinary people, even some innate warriors with a slightly tougher temperament, would not be able to do such a dishonorable thing. After all, they were all killed by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If they die, they will die. Eighteen years later, they will be a good man again.
Wei Qibucheng, strictly speaking, his martial arts is no different from those obtained through initiation. All his skills are obtained by absorbing others, and there is almost no training of martial arts will. Apart from his strong true energy and powerful methods, he has no merits.
Naturally, it was natural for him to make life-saving gestures that others would never do.
Earning money is not shabby, and similarly, wanting to survive is not shabby either.
Ever since he begged for mercy from Meng Zhao and was secretly suppressed, his dignity and personality have been completely abandoned by him. His only purpose is to survive, and he will not hesitate to do so.
Niu Dali's eyes widened and he murmured,
"Human worm? Human worm, is this a human worm?"
But he didn't even have the idea of making fun of Wei Qi. A pair of bull's eyes stared blankly at the fat white insect in Meng Zhao's hand, with surprise, curiosity, and a little envy.
Meng Zhao was stunned and ignored Wei Qi who was kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness, but asked,
"Brother Niu, what, do you know about human body worms?"
"I know a thing or two, I know a thing or two. I know an expert in repelling insects. I have never been acquainted with him. I have heard him say something. I know that this kind of insect is very magical and rare. Sometimes it may not be found even after hundreds of years. There is only one, so there are very few records in the classics, and most people really don’t know much about it.”
Niu Dali was a little complacent. Normally, he presented himself as a fierce person, rather rude and arrogant. He finally had a chance to show off his knowledge, so why didn't he seize the opportunity to show off?
Unfortunately, Meng Zhao was not interested in learning more about the human body worm. He already knew about the same thing from Gu Simonan. All he wanted to do was find out the information about the one in his hand, so he asked,
"Brother Niu, have you ever recognized what kind of human insect this is in my hand?"
Niu Dali was speechless. How could he recognize these?
If Meng Zhao hadn't said that the bug was a human body bug, he would have thought it was a bug caught from some big tree.
"This, this, old cow, I can't see it."
Although he was very reluctant, he still shook his head in frustration.
He is interested in martial arts training, killing people, building a career, being dominant, and even interested in women, but how could he be interested in bugs?
Normal people wouldn't be interested, so naturally they wouldn't want to learn more about it.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, 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.
