spirit walker

Chapter 631 Hunting Operation
Bagui Province, Nanming City.

In an old neighborhood, the night is dark, and the old-fashioned street lamps cast a velvet yellow halo.

For a border city with poor economic development and poor public security, there is really nothing to be nostalgic for at night. The income is low, there are few places to feast and feast, and it is not safe to go out at night.

Women who go out in the middle of the night are likely to be shot in the back by gangsters. Men don't have this worry, but they will be slapped in the waist.

The neighborhood was quiet, and the residents fell asleep early.

Suddenly, a stray cat in the community uttered a sharp cry, breaking the silent night.

In a certain building, in a simple rental house, a wanderer in the world suddenly woke up.

He got up quickly, walked to the window with bare feet, carefully opened a gap in the curtain, and looked at the neighborhood in the quiet night.

There was no one in the community, and the green plants were silently bathed in the halo of street lights.

But the wanderer in the world knows that there are uninvited guests in the community, and there are a large group of uninvited guests.

The stray cats in the community are his eyeliner, and he implanted the hostility of "seeing a large number of strangers and screaming uncomfortably".

Animals and plants are often overlooked and the best guards.

At this time, the stray cat stopped calling, and the community returned to calm again.

The pupils of the homeless man standing behind the curtain shrunk. If it was a coincidence that "a group of strangers entered the community", the wild cat stopped calling, allowing him to identify the group of people.

Official Walker!
Manipulating animals is the wood demon's specialty.

A group of official walkers entered the community. The vagrants in the world made a decisive decision and activated the dream shuttle skill, which made the eyes darken and grotesque dreams appeared in front of them.

Regardless of whether this group of official walkers came for him or not, it was right to leave first.

It's not that he is sensitive, but after what happened to Zhao Xintong, it is necessary to be cautious when the team members' information is leaked. Evil professions that are not promoted often cannot survive the saint stage.

Moreover, Xiaoyuan also informed them in the group a few days ago that Master Wuhen is in retreat, and the team members continue to lurk, and they can still ask Yuanshi Tianzun for help if they have difficulties, but everyone is scattered all over the world, even if Yuanshi Tianzun is a demigod, it is impossible to follow On call.

The wanderer in the world picked a dream at random, and was about to jump into it, when he heard a cold snort in his ear.

The next moment, those dreams floating in the field of vision were all annihilated.

And the body of the wanderer in the world, which has just been blurred, returns to reality.

The dream was blocked, and someone prevented him from performing the dream jump. Only the dream master at the peak of the sixth level, or the void one, could do this.

Not official, but a member of the Southern School?

Nanpai found me?Impossible, I have obviously changed my residence, and I have lived in this community for less than a week. The wanderer in the world was shocked, and immediately used his mental manipulation ability.

The target is the civilians in the entire residential building.

He intends to create chaos, and then use the illusionist's disguise ability to blend into the crowd and escape.

However, in his perception, the living people in the whole building lost their emotions, like walking corpses without souls.

My ability is blocked, it's the Southern faction, they know best how to deal with illusionists. The wanderer in the world suddenly coughed, his face was red and his ears were red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The temperature of the forehead rose rapidly, and the limbs showed weakness.

He is sick.

It's the plague!Leaving here, leaving here immediately, the panic and fear in the wanderer's heart exploded, overwhelming reason.

An illusionist like him is good at playing tricks. Once he is positioned and surrounded, he loses half of the game. What's more, his ability is now blocked by the masters of the Southern School.

He quickly took out a rattan armor and put it on, smashed through the window, and jumped down from the seventh floor.

In the splash of glass shards, he jumped into the bushes from the seventh floor and made a "plop".

"Clattering" seemed to be waiting for this moment, and the surrounding bushes grew wildly, like strong thorns, imprisoning the wanderer in the world.

The wet soil turned into a pair of big hands, holding his ankles.

Oops!The vagabond's heart trembled, he raised his head, and was about to scream and exert a mental blow.

"boom!"

The majestic sound of the sniper rifle cut through the darkness, awakening the sleeping residents in the community.

The body of the vagrant in the world froze suddenly, and mottled bloodstains spattered on the wall behind him.

Late at night, the drug chasers drove to the NN City Public Security Department.

He was called by the "Liang Shanshui Master" who was on the night shift in the branch, saying that the action team from the headquarters had arrived in Nanming City, and the person in charge asked to see him.

After parking the car, he tightened his thin windbreaker, feeling that the temperature tonight was a bit cool.

Bypassing the green belt, the drug chasers saw "Master Liang Shanshui" standing at the gate of the Public Security Department building, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The drug chaser approached, lit a cigarette as well, and asked casually, "What is the way of the imperial envoys? Which department? What is the mission of this mission?"

Master Liang Shanshui shook his head:
"I didn't say what department it was from. The reason I gave was the same as that of Master Tianzun. He said that he came to arrest the wanted criminal, and that he had already been shot dead, and he was in the morgue."

Speaking of this, Master Liang Shanshui whispered: "They are all big men. I checked their spiritual IDs, and they are all saints."

Teams like this that capture wanted criminals across provinces are usually elite, but it is extremely rare for all saints to be members.

All saints, arrest the wanted criminals. The drug chaser frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Are you looking for me to hand over? Or is there an accomplice who has been arrested and needs our assistance?"

Master Liang Shanshui shook his head, "I only said that I wanted to see you, but I didn't mention anything, but I think the person who came was not kind."

The drug chaser took a deep puff of the cigarette, and half of the cigarette burned out quickly. He flicked the cigarette butt, exhaled a long white smoke, and said:
"go in."

Arriving at the floor where the Nanming branch was located, the drug chaser followed Master Liang Shanshui straight to the mortuary.

A team in tactical uniforms stood at the door of the morgue. Three men and two women looked serious and looked at them coldly.

"Deacon of the Drug Chaser?" A handsome woman with short hair said calmly, "Our captain is waiting for you inside."

The drug chaser nodded slightly, leaving Liang Shanshui behind, and entered the morgue alone.

The morgue was brightly lit, and a stern young man in a tactical suit stood tall beside the mortuary table, on which lay a dead body covered with a white cloth.

The drug chaser glanced at one person and one corpse, he tightened his coat again, and said:
"Hello, I'm a drug chaser, the person in charge of the Nanming branch."

Out of the swordsman's intuition and insight, he felt the imperial envoy's indifference and hostility.

"Military soul!" The stern young man turned his head sideways and stared at him sharply. "Deacon the drug chaser, we were ordered to arrest a wanted criminal. The operation went smoothly. The wanted criminal has been shot dead."

He turned his head and glanced at the morgue, and continued:
"This is a sixth-level illusionist. We devoured his spirit body through props and found that he and you are brothers. Over the years, he has been working for you and earning meritorious deeds and money for you.

"Go and confirm, after confirmation, we will take you back to the headquarters for investigation."

There was a "boom" in the brain of the drug chaser, as if struck by lightning, and he ran towards the mortuary table with a pale face, a few meters away, he ran staggeringly.

The drug chaser reached out tremblingly, lifted the white cloth, and saw a familiar face—a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance.

Vagabond!
There was a bloody hole on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, staring straight at the ceiling, as if he was dying.

His body was cold and stiff, and he had been dead for more than two hours.

The drug chaser stared blankly at the corpse, like a stone sculpture whose soul had been sucked out, and murmured:

"Why arrest him, he is not on the wanted list, he is very low-key, he has never done anything illegal"

When he said these words, his eyes were lacklustre, and his tone was like a walking corpse, but in his eyes, tears poured down violently, uncontrollably.

The stern young man who claimed to be a military spirit had a solemn expression, "This is not something you should ask. I will record what you said and regard it as one of the evidences. Now please hand over all the props and come back to the headquarters with us for investigation."

The drug chaser laughed bitterly: "Go back to the headquarters for investigation? You took away my only relative in the world, and you drove me to a dead end."

In desperation, he showed his long sword!

"cough cough, cough cough"

Sister Hong Mo, who was sleeping, woke up coughing, only to feel her forehead was hot, and her breath was filled with scorching air.

"I'm sick? How could I be sick? It's the plague god!"

Shocked all over, she jumped up from the bed, staggered and almost fell.

Sweetheart Red Devil immediately realized that she was being targeted by the authorities, and the disease unknowingly eroded her body, leaving her in a state of extreme weakness.

The fact that the official God of Plague can accurately spread the disease to her shows that her address has been located, and there must be many ambushes outside.

The reason why they haven't come in yet is because they want the disease to continue to erode, weaken her as much as possible, and even take it down without bloodshed.

As a female witch and Gu master, although she does not lack experience in dungeon combat, she has always kept her own in reality and rarely conflicted with the authorities.

It is obviously irrational to fight the official deathmatch without being familiar with the official style and lacking similar experience.

And you can't fight with officials in residential buildings, as this will implicate too many innocent people.

Thinking of this, Sweetheart Red Demon staggered to the closet, opened the closet door, took out a black altar, and grabbed a plump and round chrysalis from it.

She swallowed the chrysalis in one gulp, and her full bee belly split her nightgown, her skin was stained with yellow and black lines, tentacles grew out of her forehead, her eyes turned into compound eyes of insects, and wings as thin as cicada wings spread out on her back.

She turned into a bee girl like Madoka.

The chrysalis in the jar was given by Madoka, which can turn the voodoo master into a wasp. The combat power is not strong, but the speed of the wasp can be compared to a supersonic fighter jet.

Best for breaking out.

You must know that most saints are unable to fly, and the voodoo masters who can transform Gu have absolute air supremacy in the saint stage.

After turning into a bee girl, Sweetheart Red Devil quickly ran to the window, and when she opened the curtains, her expression suddenly froze.

The windows were covered with vines, and the thick and tough vines sealed the windows tightly.

Sweetheart Red Devil separated and pulled a few times, but failed to break the cane.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the door in despair.

There were light, numerous footsteps outside the door.

Feelings of desperation and fear surged up, the Sweetheart Red Devil froze by the window for a few seconds, then rushed to the head of the bed recklessly, took out the phone under the pillow, opened the address book, and dialed her mother's number.

Ten seconds later, the phone was connected over there, and a sleepy and tired voice came:

"Who?"

Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Tears flowed down her cheeks silently, Sweetheart Red Devil's mouth trembled, her throat was choked up, and finally, without saying anything, she silently hung up the phone.

a residential building.

In a messy bedroom, a middle-aged man in a tactical uniform lowered his head and picked up a small clay figurine the size of a palm.

With the putting away of the little clay figurines, the restrictions that blocked the bedroom and living room disappeared.

The living room was in a mess, the furniture was smashed to powder, the gray-haired old man was lying on the ground, black and red blood flowed from his body, forming a small pool.

The three official saints in the bedroom were all seriously injured, but they were not unharmed. With complete tactics, detailed layout, and various auxiliary props, they hunted down an unsuspecting evil profession, and Not a difficult task.

The battle actually ended very quickly, from start to kill, less than 10 minutes.

The middle-aged man took out his earphones and issued orders: "The battle is over, notify the Public Security Bureau to come and deal with the scene."

While talking, he saw two other companions walking towards the old man's body, and one of them was about to open the drawer of the bedside table in front of the old man.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man stopped quickly.

When the old man was on the verge of death, he did not beg for mercy or fight back, but tremblingly crawled towards the bedside table. At the moment of death, his eyes were fixed on the bedside table.

There may be some kind of scary item or consumable hidden in the cabinet.

"Be safe!" the middle-aged man reminded.

The companion nodded, took out a coat covered in mud and put it on, his movements suddenly became slow, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

He lifted his heavy arm and opened the drawer, and the contents inside made him stunned for a moment.

He picked up a thick stack of paper, glanced at it a few times, and said in astonishment, "Is that all the appeal materials?"

There was a thick stack of complaint materials, some very new, some very old.

They are very thick, and record the blood, tears and grievances of a teacher for half his life.

They are so thin that no one cares about them for decades.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)