I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

What's more, the strength of the coming person is extraordinary, and it is impossible to be clear at all.

Jiang Ming's eyes changed slightly, and he concentrated all his energy and will, trying to break the seal of the purple lotus in his dantian.

"Okay, let me dissipate this aura! It seems too much to play this kind of trick in front of me. Over the past few months, I haven't found any traces of you, and only today I I saw you come out after arriving at the temporary stronghold of Baiyun City!"

The little fox's expression became extraordinarily rigorous and noble, and his tone was very different from before.

In his indifference, there is a trace of temperament that only those in high positions have.

"The little fox's identity has an extraordinary origin... Could it be that he is a descendant of a powerful demon clan in the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

After the little fox spoke, all the suppressed aura in the air dissipated, and Jiang Ming was able to move again.

"Greetings to the fifth young master! The subordinates are late, please forgive me, young master."

Accompanied by a scent floating in the air, three figures appeared out of nowhere in front of Jiang Ming and the little fox. The aura on their bodies and the arrogance on their faces proved their extraordinaryness.

The three people suspended in mid-air are a man and two women, all aged between 30 and [-] years old.

The two women were wearing fiery red shirts and long blue skirts, with protruding fronts and backs, and plump figures.

Got it, after all, drinking is just to solve mental troubles, you don't believe that I don't drink at all. "

Jiang Ming smiled innocently, and while talking, he touched the back of his head with his hand, showing that his inner emotions were still a little unstable.

"Do you want to live a stable life, or pursue immortality like some people?

"There is a red mole on the center of the man's brow, and he is wearing a blue brocade robe.

Yang Mingzun searched for memories, and when he passed by a neighborhood near his residence, an inexplicably strong stench came out from the gate of the neighborhood.

Look up.

"dudu..."

The piercing siren of the police car, several official personnel wearing relevant uniforms, and a man with a strong square face looked solemn and silent.

Coupled with the warning line placed at the gate of the community, the panicked eyes of the crowd...

All signs mean that something bad is going to happen.

Immediately, several lines of information floated in Yang Ming's mind.

"Surprise event! The Ninth Bureau of Investigation..."

Under the observation of a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face holding a dark green flute, several staff members wearing protective gear used tools to lift the cover of the sewer.

At the same time, the stench became heavier and heavier.

A few minutes passed, and the staff climbed up from the sewer one after another, each holding an object and putting it on the ground.

The onlookers looked at it curiously, then turned their heads with a bitter expression.

Half of a rotten watermelon-like head and bean curd, limbs and torso are bloody and bloody as if bitten by wild beasts, and some internal organs and bones are even exposed.

The most important thing is that part of the flesh and blood that is still intact is still showing signs of decay and yellowing throughout the body, and maggots can be vaguely seen moving on it.

"vomit……"

Under the strong fishy smell, an indescribable and painful nausea emanated from the stomach.

With a stare in his eyes, Yang Ming quickly stretched out his right hand to cover his mouth, and hurriedly spat out violently on the lawn beside the road.

It wasn't just Yang Ming who was vomiting alone, the residents of the community and several passers-by who saw this incident also vomited one after another, and the timid ones even cried.

The middle-aged man with Chinese characters stretched out his dark green flute and tapped it impatiently, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he swept across the crying passers-by, and he snorted heavily.

"Why are you crying? You haven't watched the news or TV, have you? If you're so useless, you'll have to die if you encounter a monster."

"Remember, if you encounter such a thing in the future, you must notify the Ninth Bureau as soon as possible..."

At this time, the person in charge of detecting the corpse walked up to the middle-aged man with an inspection report.

"Team Zhang, I found out that it's exactly the same as the case in the garden area two days ago. The deceased lost half of his head and the corpse showed signs of corrosion and yellowing."

"Confirmed to be the case of the c-level NO.13 monster..."

"Understood, pass the case up! Inform the inspection team to step up in the past two days..."

"Damn, these weird things, I will one day get rid of them all..."

The middle-aged man named Team Zhang took a look at the receipt and let out a long breath of white air, then stomped his feet violently.

After handling the scene, a warning notice was left at the gate of the community, and several staff members got into the car with the dead body and the middle-aged man carrying a dark green Changxiao.

"Drip..."

The car started, and as the official personnel left, the people gathered around began to disperse one by one.

And squatting on the ground, Yang Ming, who calmed down, shook his head and stood up again.

When he was about to leave, his ears moved slightly, and his footsteps stopped.

"Boom..."

There was a sound of a huge object hitting the ground, and Yang Ming's heart skipped a beat.

Not far away, the manhole cover of the sewer in the middle of the road far from the community flew into the sky at some point, exposing a hole as deep as the night in the original place.

"Clang clang..."