spirit walker

Chapter 356 Fu Qingyang: This rubbish! !
I'm being followed by the Dionysus Club?This, it can be hidden from my perception, at least Mr. Bill, who is at the master level, shuddered, but he was not overly panicked.

He even figured out the context of the whole incident for a moment. On the surface, the Dionysus Club was hiding in a low-key manner, but in fact it had already been secretly targeting him. Maybe he was targeted when he was attacked that day.

The alcoholics wanted to find the president through him, and the president had already expected that today's meeting was the president's use of him for fishing.

The choice of the CBD area in the early morning is precisely because there are no residential buildings nearby. Even if there is a fight, ordinary people will not be accidentally injured, and there is no need to worry about the problem of moral value being reset.

"Do you still have the steak?"

The president wearing half a silver mask suddenly pointed to the dinner plate in front of Bill, where he had leftover half of his steak.

When is this, do you still care about steak?The little soul in Mr. Bill's body was roaring, superficially submissive:
"No, don't eat"

The president nodded, picked up the plate with one hand, and pressed Bill's shoulder with the other.

Bill's eyes dazzled, and he found himself outside the restaurant. Looking around, the entire CBD area was pitch black, as if someone had cut off the power.

The president raised his head, looked at the rooftop of the office building diagonally opposite, and said casually:
"Are you the only ruler of chaos? Are there any reinforcements? If so, come out quickly. It's almost dawn, and I have to bring breakfast for my wife."

Bill raised his head hurriedly, and saw a tall figure standing on the top of a hundred-story office building. It was a burly old man with a printed square scarf around his neck and a tall felt hat with a wide brim. It is sunken downwards, and the silver hair is exposed at the edge.

He was wearing jeans with a holster strapped to his thigh, and a silver large-caliber pistol was stuck in the holster.

He has a rough face, deep eye sockets, and a silver stubble around his mouth.

"Cowboy Locke?"

Bill's face changed slightly.

As the saint of the Merchant Guild, he subconsciously read the title of this master, Cowboy Locke, one of the three peak masters of the Dionysus Club.

His main prop is a pistol. It is said that anyone who is targeted by him will die under the gun.

His bullets were fired without fail, and his guns killed people. Even the masters of the same realm, facing the black hole of the gun, they would only be beaten.

"Of course I'm not the only one," the old cowboy on the rooftop said calmly, "All three of us are here."

After the words were finished, Bill heard the slight sound of high heels coming from the left side of the street. Following the sound, a tall and graceful figure approached slowly.

This is an extremely gorgeous girl, stepping on ten-centimeter-high heels, wearing black leather pants, a short leather jacket, and the zipper of the jacket is open, revealing a very sexy and enchanting water snake waist, and her breasts wrapped in white, foul Class heavy chest.

She has short brown hair, clean and neat, carrying a small wine barrel, and her light green eyes are drunk and charming.

"Drunk Fanny." Mr. Bill's scalp went numb.

Compared with Cowboy Locke, Fanny has a lower name, but this does not mean that she is not strong, but that she lives up to her name. Fanny is an alcoholic, either drinking or sleeping drunk.

She seldom made troubles, because in the eyes of this female alcoholic, everything in the world was not worth mentioning except alcohol.

The drunkard Fanny's favorite sentence is "The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinker keeps his name." It is said that she must read this sentence wherever she goes to show her style.

In the major organizations, there are very few stories about her. The most famous one is that the alcoholic Fanny stayed in a small town for half a month a few years ago. She was so drunk that her breath made the whole town drunk and unconscious , leading to a huge disaster.

Because of this, the alcoholic Fanny's moral value was cleared, her location was announced, and she was chased and killed by the high-level executives of various lawful organizations. In the end, she had to escape to the forbidden place of the Church of the Abyss, sealed herself, and managed to save her life.

"Hey hey hey"

A sneer came from the right side, and Bill turned his head to look, and a shadow appeared at some point. He was wearing a black cloak and wrapped his body tightly.

The hood of the cloak hangs low, so that the face cannot be seen clearly.

This should be "Wright the Chaos". Bill swallowed hard, and in order to deal with the president, the three peak masters of the Dionysus Club came out.

"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names."

Fanny recited a poem with her crappy pronunciation, and then raised the wine barrel to take a sip. Her voice was soft and hoarse:
"Mr. President, you stay in the east, we won't embarrass you, why bother to participate in the battle between the club and the merchant guild."

The man in the pure black suit lingered on Fanny's hot figure for a while, and said, "Because you can cross half the world to see me, beautiful girl."

Fanny's drunken eyes froze for a moment, and she emphasized: "I'm here to kill you."

"You don't understand!" The president stroked the silver mask on his face and said with a smile: "The prophecy of the Bright Compass has come true. The war between law and evil is about to start. I can no longer be alone."

The chairman is fluent in foreign languages.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, do it." The old cowboy Locke pulled out his large pistol and fired twice.

Before Bill could react, he heard two explosions behind him. Looking back blankly, he saw two meteor craters behind him and the president.

what happened?He was a little dazed and didn't react for a while.

But soon, he understood.

Cowboy Locke's bullets hit them the moment they were shot. Normal bullets have ballistics and need to fly, but Cowboy Locke's bullets are just the opposite. This is a reversal of the rules.

It is the skill of the master level alcoholic.

So Locke's bullets were fired without exception.

And the president easily defuses Cowboy Locke's attack, and the president uses the signature skill of the void profession - stealth!
Moreover, it is a professional level of stealth, which can easily create an effect similar to "sliding shoes".

"Let's do it together!"

Wright, the chaotic man in a black cloak, stretched out his right hand. His right hand was completely upside down, with the palm facing up and the back of the hand facing down, like a child's misspelled doll.

The upside-down hand squeezed hard.

In an instant, the world was turned upside down, the sky was below, the ground was above, and everything around was chaotic and distorted.

Bill was dizzy, and instinctively wanted to use his skills to escape, but found that he had forgotten how to use the skills.

Watching the old cowboy's muzzle spit out flames, and watching the drunkard Fanny spit a mouthful of strong wine at them.

At this time, the president threw the steak in his hand to the chaotic Wright, and said with a smile:

"Don't fight and kill. How about we do a business. I'll sell you the steak, and you sell me your skills. I think it's a good deal."

As these words fell, the upside-down and chaotic world instantly recovered.

Bill saw the chairman stretch out his right hand, towards the cowboy Locke across the street, and shook it vigorously.

"Boom!"

Cowboy Locke's body was torn apart and exploded into three pieces.

The rules were reversed and he was hit by a bullet he fired.

The president didn't look at the remnant of Cowboy Locke, raised the small wine barrel in his hand, and caught the spray of wine.

The wine mist is collected in the barrel.

At some point, Fanny's wine barrel was picked up by the president.

"Give it back to me!" The drunkenness in Fanny's eyes dissipated immediately, and she rushed over.

"Exile!" The president raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the next second, the gorgeous girl who had been killed before her eyes disappeared.

"Exile, exile." The president snapped his fingers twice, and the remnants of Chaos Wright and Cowboy Locke disappeared one after another.

But soon, the three peak masters reappeared, they reversed the rules, and returned to the bustling metropolis.

Cowboy Locke returned to his original state and came back from the dead.

"exile!"

"exile!"

"exile!"

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The president snapped his fingers one after another, and the three peak masters returned to the metropolis again and again, but were exiled again and again.

The scene descends into an eerie and comical stalemate.

I don't know how long it took, but after being exiled again, the three peak masters never appeared again.

Mr. Bill looked around, surprised and admired: "President, where did you banish them?"

"I don't know, I just threw it randomly." The president picked up the barrel and took a sip, staggered for a while, grinned and said, "The alcohol is really strong!"

He threw this dominator-level item casually, like throwing trash, and said:
"Bill, the fun has only just begun."

You can watch the show by yourself, can you send me away?As soon as Bill heard it, he knew that the matter was not over. He stood next to the president like a chick, looking around vigilantly.

At this time, he discovered an abnormality. The bulbs of the street lamps on the street changed their direction at some point, facing the sky.

There are traffic lights and monitoring probes that also change direction.

This kind of change is still going on quietly. As time goes by, the change gradually intensifies. The positive things such as tall buildings, green trees, cars, etc. have all been distorted to a certain extent.

Buildings tilted, plants stood upside down, cars rolled over, and trash cans floated in midair.

And in the deep night sky, an identical city rises like a mirror world.

The two cities merged slowly, and finally even the sky disappeared. Bill looked around, there was a flat street under his feet, and a flat street above his head. He could jump to the roof of a building with a single leap, and beside him was a sloping In the office building, he can walk on the wall like walking on flat ground.

"The Twisted Realm!"

The voice of the president came from the ear: "The big boss's regular props, tsk tsk, Bill, we can't escape. I tried it just now, and the teleportation didn't work. When the two worlds are completely merged, our bodies will be distorted." , die, and return to the spirit realm.”

"Then, what should we do?" Bill turned pale.

"The ones that can deal with rule-type props are of course rule-type props." The president laughed, "Bill, let me show you the highest-level props of the void class!"

While talking, a ray of golden light burst out from under the two people's feet, and then the ground cracked, and a golden seedling broke through the ground and grew rapidly.

In an instant, it grew into a towering tree with a height of [-] feet. Its trunk is thick, its branches and leaves are luxuriant, and its canopy is like a cover.

Among the lush branches and leaves, there are hundreds of props exuding golden brilliance, including hundreds of pieces of jewelry, clothing, home appliances, and cosmetics.

As soon as this sacred tree came out, the fusion of the two worlds came to an abrupt end, like a stuck gear.

Bill's heart was beating wildly, and there was a strong desire and envy, and the businessman's DNA moved.

He stared at the sacred tree full of props, forgetting for a moment that he was in a dangerous situation.

"Humph!"

In the void of endless heights, there was a cold hum.

Immediately afterwards, the Twisted Realm was running again, falling inch by inch, and the sacred tree supporting the two worlds was broken bit by bit, and the props hanging on the crown of the tree exploded one by one.

The Twisted Realm also burst into crystalline rifts.

Both regular props were damaged.

With a heartache on his face, Bill turned his head and saw the corner of the president's mouth twitching in distress.

"How long do you have to wait?" the president roared.

As soon as the words fell, the whole world was shaken, a sword light piercing through the world like a comet pierced through the world, and there was only a white gap between the sky and the earth.

Bill's eyes hurt, and he closed his eyes, blood and tears rolling down his face.

He is blind.

Just looking at the light, he was blinded by the sword energy.

There was a loud sound of countless pieces of glass shattering in his ears, and then he felt his shoulders sink. It was the president who led him into stealth.

When that radiant sword light pierced through the Twisted Realm, it also pierced through the Divine Tree.

The Twisted Realm shattered suddenly, and the props hanging on the sacred tree turned into a dense meteor shower, shooting in all directions and disappearing into the sky.

"Damn it!" Seeing those props flying in the sky and the earth, the president's expression changed drastically.

"Damn it!" The big boss of Dionysus Club shouted angrily in the void.

"Missed"

In the end, there was a cold and majestic, yet soft and melodious voice.

dawn.

Fu Qingyang was awakened by a rush of phone calls. He got up and got out of bed, came to the desk, and picked up the phone.

The screen showed that the caller was Elder Dog.

Fu Qingyang connected the phone, "You rarely call me early in the morning."

Elder Dog said solemnly, "Something happened."

"The anti-ambush failed?" Fu Qingyang asked.

"It succeeded, but there was a bigger problem." Elder Dog said: "The marshal smashed the president's Wanbao tree, and hundreds of props were scattered outside."

Fu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, he immediately realized the seriousness.

If these props are obtained by ordinary people, they will inevitably create people with "super powers".
Crime!

And some props have self-awareness, they don't even need a holder, they will affect the surrounding creatures according to their characteristics.

According to the causal law of moral value, these crimes will be shared by the perpetrators—the marshal, the president, and the big boss of the Dionysus Club.

These three demigods will be wanted by the spirit realm in the near future.

According to the mechanism that the higher the level, the higher the reward, there is a high probability that demigods from all over the world will come to Songhai to hunt them down.

"This rubbish!" Fu Qingyang gritted his teeth:

"I said earlier that her sword qi is too murderous, and her destructive power has reached its peak. Next, she should turn from yang to yin and restrain her edge."

I know how to eat sweets and read comics all day long.

Rubbish!

Elder Dog whispered:

"Now is not the time to complain, the headquarters notified us to immediately mobilize all manpower to collect those scattered props, and solve this matter before the marshal's moral value is cleared.

"Five minutes later, the Great Elder will hold a meeting of the ten elders. Prepare yourself."

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

Sacrifice a book: "The Meaning of Aurora".

(End of this chapter)