spirit walker

Chapter 632
"Zichong, Zichong, your father was beaten to death."

Lin Zichong was awakened by the shrill cry. He suddenly got up and saw a familiar room with white walls painted by rural people, a simple wardrobe and a big bed, and a cheap desk by the window.

On the table is a gaming computer from a second-hand market, a dirty mechanical keyboard, an ashtray and a mineral water bottle, which is full of cigarette butts.

Me, why did I go back to the past. Lin Zichong's eyes flashed blankly, and he felt his head was groggy, like he was in a hangover state.

Hangover is right, he had a drink with a few people in the village yesterday. Recently, because of the land expropriation, the whole village has been in a commotion.

Land acquisition is a matter of joy and sorrow for some families. For those who go out to work, it is better to exchange the long-abandoned fields for a sum of money than to leave them unused.

But for some middle-aged and elderly people who have lived on the fields all their lives, it is heartbreaking.

The old uncles have spent their whole lives in the fields, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of life. In addition, they do not have the ability to go out to work, and their age does not allow them to engage in physical labor all year round.

Confiscating land is tantamount to killing them.

As a result, there was a fierce conflict between the two sides. Now the developer has hired a group of idlers with sticks to guard the excavator. There have been several violent conflicts between the two sides intermittently.

Many young and strong people in the village were taken away because of the fighting, and the resistance in the village quickly weakened.

Recalling this point, Lin Zichong's mind is completely clear.

"Zicong, something happened to your father."

The shrill cry came again, and an old farmer with his head covered in blood and half of his body in mud rushed in, his eyes were red, and his expression was sad and hideous.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Lin Zichong jumped up from the bed with a jolt.

The old farmer firmly grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist, crying, "Dad something happened, you should go and have a look."

Lin Zi rushed out like crazy, rushed out of the village, and came to his own field. From a distance, he saw a group of people gathered there. The villagers and the idlers holding sticks were divided into two groups, clearly separated.

Lin Zichong pushed through the crowd and saw the muddy old father. This stubborn old man was lying in a pool of blood, his gray hair was stained by mud and blood.

The back of his head was bloody, and he didn't know how many times he had been beaten.

Lin Zichong's face gradually turned pale, and his heart was throbbing. This kind of heart-piercing pain was very familiar, and he seemed to have experienced it before.

Seeing Lin Zichong coming, the bastard leader immediately yelled, "We didn't beat him, he bumped into him himself."

"That's right, he hit our stick himself."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you dare to make trouble again, this is the end, boss, let's call the security officer directly and let the security department handle it. Now it's a civilized society."

Lin Zichong lay limp beside his father's body. This stubborn old man could no longer support his back.

He died in the field where he had worked all his life, the soil stained with his blood.

"Zichong, your father died so badly. He was beaten to death." At this time, the uncle came over and said in a sigh: "You want to avenge him, you can't be as weak as last time .”

Lin Zi couldn't hug his head in pain as weakly as last time, he remembered, remembered.

Think of the most humiliating thing in his life.

That time, he watched his father die on the ridge of the field and saw the gangsters shouting. He weakly chose to endure and submit. He went to file a lawsuit, thinking he could get justice.

As a result, the mother was killed.

He regretted it for many years.

Raise your head three feet without gods, justice is in the sword.

Lin Zichong's eyes were a little red, and his expression was a little ferocious. He roared and rushed towards the gangsters. He wanted to avenge his father, and he wanted to fight these murderers to death.

The gangsters surrounded him, knocked him to the ground with a sap, and the stick fell like a torrential rain, Lin Zichong never got up again.

Closed command room.

Secretary Zhou turned on the voice channel, held a pen in his hand, stood in front of the blackboard, and said lightly:

"The teams report the battle situation, and the teams report the battle situation"

"The first team reported that the wanderer in the world has been killed. We found that he was secretly colluding with the drug chasers of the Nanming branch. The drug chasers saw the incident and arrested and resisted. They have been killed. We lost two teammates. The report is over. !"

"The second team reports that the Sweetheart Red Devil has been killed, and the team has no losses. The report is over!"

"The third team reported that the teacher has been shot dead. We found the complaint materials in his room. The materials have been destroyed. The team has no losses. The report is over!"

"The fourth team reported. The head coach Lin Chong confirmed his death. He died in a dream. The team has no losses. The report is over!"

"Five teams report that Fangfang has been shot dead, the team lost one person, the battle has affected ordinary residents, six dead and thirteen injured, the situation is under control, the report is over!"

"Six teams report that Farewell My Concubine has been killed, the team has no losses, the battle has affected ordinary residents, three people died and seven were injured, the situation is under control, the report is over!"

"Seven teams report."

While listening, Secretary Zhou crossed the head of the target he killed.

In the end, there were only four people left, Xiaoyuan, Kou Beiyue, Liangchen choose the master and kill, and Zhao Xintong.

Secretary Zhou turned off the headset, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message:
"It's time to finish!"

Jinshan City.

"Ding dong!"

The elder of Baiwa branch was ruthless, and heard the message notification tone.

He took out his phone to check the information: [Secretary Zhou: It's time to finish! 】

Nu Tao ruthlessly put away his mobile phone, turned his head and ordered the team members behind him, and said coldly:
"After I took action, I immediately activated the remote monitoring of the drone. If I found a fierce conflict, I immediately reported it to the two elders who accompanied me, and then blocked the nearby streets."

"Yes!" The subordinate replied in a low voice.

Nu Tao ruthlessly turned his head and looked at the distant community.

He has a handsome appearance and pale skin. At the age of 35, he is already the elder of the Baiwa branch. Baiwa city is close to the capital city, and under the feet of the emperor, he has a bright future.

But Nu Tao Wuqing knew that if there hadn't been a large-scale fall of the ruler, he would not be able to enter the headquarters for at least ten years.

The head of the branch is always a vassal, no matter how great his power is, his power is limited. Only when he enters the center, will he have the opportunity to serve as the secretary of the ten elders in the future.

The secretary is the agent and spokesperson of Shi Lao, with unimaginable power.

But now, Elder Cai promised that as long as he completes the task, he will be transferred to the headquarters within five years.

The goal of the mission is to kill the evil profession lurking in the Chonghua Community of Jinshan City, as well as anyone who comes to the rescue.

"Elder Cai, this drunkard is not interested in drinking." Nu Tao ruthlessly sighed in a low voice.

Who will come to the rescue?

Hunting down this group of stinky mice in the gutter can lead to Yuanshi Tianzun, which is the message sent by Dark Night Rose.

Elder Cai's real goal is Tianzun Yuanshi. In order not to scare him away and ensure the success rate of the operation, Elder Cai arranged for three masters this time, two of whom lurk in secret. aware.

After this son shows up, let's make a move together.

At that time, he will be directly shot to death on the grounds of "colluding with evil professions and obstructing law enforcement officers from handling the case."

The leader can't go wrong!
Nu Tao's relentless body quickly atomized, and the white mist drifted towards the Chonghua Community not far away.

In the bedroom, two desks are side by side, and two computers sit side by side.

"Fuck, I lost again." Kou Beiyue dropped the mouse angrily, and glared at the little fat man beside him, "You don't pay attention when you play a game, are you a waste?"

"Boss, didn't you lose this by yourself? You don't push the tower with the shooter, you don't fight with the jungler, you go with the wind and the waves, and you send the tower when your teammates scold you." The little fat man said aggrievedly, "How can you blame me?"

Kou Beiyue shaved his scalp, "How dare you talk back, how dare you talk back!"

He got up angrily, "I'm going to get juice from the living room, what do you drink?"

Since Master Wuhen retreated, Xiaoyuan obeyed Yuanshi Tianzun's instructions and stopped them from delivering couriers.

"Happy water!" the little fat man said without hesitation.

Kou Beiyue immediately went out, walked to the door and turned back, shaved both scalps in frustration, and said: "Tonight, you fight me hard, if you lose again, I will punish you for supper."

Kou Beiyue whimpered and went to the living room, the living room was pitch black, his and the little fat man's room was in the north, and Xiao Yuan's and Zhao Xintong's room was in the south, separated by the living room.

He recently felt that it would be nice to live here all the time.

Every night I can play games with my brother, and I can see the door of Xiaoyuan's room when I go out. Zhao Xintong's girl is obsessed with cleanliness.

He cherishes the present life very much and hopes to continue it.

Kou Beiyue came to the refrigerator and was about to open it when she suddenly heard Zhao Xintong coughing from the opposite room.

Cough hoarse.

Um?Is this girl sick?Kou Beiyue thought subconsciously, and then, the sound of coughing came from Xiaoyuan's room.

"Plop." There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him.

Kou Beiyue turned her head in astonishment, and saw the little fat man fell to the ground, dying.

No matter how slow he was, he realized that something was wrong. He looked around vigilantly, his eyes fixed, and he saw a black figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"He has a good physique, seems to be a bewitching monster?" The figure on the sofa in the living room smiled.

"You" Kou Beiyue was shocked, and instinctively grabbed the weapon from the inventory.

"Ahem!" He clutched his throat and coughed forcefully. First his forehead was hot, and then he felt dizzy and vomited. This feeling reminded him of his bad stomach and high fever when he was a child.

"Bang Dang." The weapon in his hand fell.

Kou Beiyue leaned against the refrigerator and slowly fell limp. He looked towards Xiaoyuan's room with difficulty, and shouted in a weak and hoarse voice: "Xiaoyuan, let's go!"

In the room, Xiaoyuan struggled to get up and crushed the Dreaming Jade Talisman with all her strength, beside the bed was a broken mobile phone.

She will never ask Yuanshi Tianzun for help again.

In another room, Zhao Xintong took out the mobile phone under the pillow with trembling hands, and dialed Yuanshi Tianzun's mobile phone when his consciousness was blurred.

In the illusion, Master Wuhen held his heart in one hand, pinched the rosary with the other, and recited the Diamond Sutra. Behind his head was a round of blazing and clear sun.

The pure and domineering golden light evaporated the resentful spirits that fell from the sky.

The divine power of the sun is the most domineering power in the world, it rejects all types of spiritual power and is not affected by any spells.

Therefore, even the secret of the origin of the sun cannot erase the existence of the divine power of the sun.

The only thing that can defeat the divine power of the sun is the divine power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the southern sect can transform into a stronger sun, but the scorching sun's xenophobia does not distinguish between friend and foe.

It is tantamount to helping the past without trace in disguise.

The full moon hangs high in the clouds quietly, and the power of the sun grows wildly, giving birth to endless resentful spirits, which evaporate one after another, and finally become a competition of spiritual power.

Whoever's spiritual power is exhausted first will be defeated.

However, in the heart of Master Wuhen's palm, the darkness gradually faded, and the blood color prevailed. He was about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball, and when the blood color in the heart completely recovered, he would become a phantom god.

And it is a phantom god who can suppress evil thoughts.

Neither Lingtuo nor the leader of the Nanpai was in a hurry. One competed and consumed while the other lurks quietly.

At this time, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

He sensed Madoka's request for help, but when he was about to follow the message, the connection between him and the Dreaming Jade Talisman was concealed.

At this time, in the dark void, there came the strange voice of the leader of the Southern School who could not distinguish between men and women, with a sneer:

"You really think you can win?
"That's too underestimating the master's layout ability.

"There is no trace of the past, do you want to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"

As the voice fell, pictures appeared in the void. It was the scene of the "vagrant in the world" being shot in the head; the picture of "being a teacher" was pierced through the heart; ; It is the picture of Aunt Fang being beheaded; it is the picture of Lin Chong dying in pain in his dream.
The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black, and the golden Buddha that had existed from the beginning to the end opened its eyes.

There is no more compassion in the eyes, and the killing intent is monstrous.

Master Wuhen looked like a madman, raised his head and roared: "Lingtuo!!"

In the turbulent black clouds, there was a chuckle.

Beijing.

In a retro-style theater, Elder Cai stood on a tall trapezoidal viewing platform, looking at the empty stage, and said loudly:

"Palace Master, this subordinate has something to report. Past Wuhen failed to be promoted to Phantom God, and is about to go mad. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please take action and kill this thief."

Behind the curtain of the stage, a soft and moving voice came: "Got it."

Xie's old house.

Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine, hooked shoulders with Xie Su, chatting and laughing happily with his ancestors.

"Old Ancestor, wait for me to hide for a month, and then come out and marry the girls of your Xie family after hiding. I want to marry ten of you."

"Drink too much." Xie Su patted his prospective son-in-law on the shoulder, "Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi."

"This is your father-in-law's fault. Aunt Xie is so beautiful, why don't you have more girls and marry me when the time comes." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xie Su was silent for a moment, and pushed him away in disgust, "Lingxi said you are a single-minded man, when did this girl become blind, she really lacks social experience."

The ancestors reprimanded their great-grandsons, "What's the crime for a man who has three wives and four concubines?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass, "It's still the old ancestor who can listen to what he said, and the old ancestor drank alcohol. After drinking this cup, I will return to reality."

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Caller: Zhao Xintong.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)