After midnight

On the night of the 19th, when the people of Beizhong were fast asleep, a man climbed up the city wall. He sat on the eaves, supporting himself with his hands on the brick wall, his legs swinging casually. This man was Eleven, and he had walked all the way here since he left the Qingshan Inn in Jiudu that day.

"Who's there?" The person on night patrol spotted a dark shadow.

He was about to come over, but saw a blue wave of light rushing towards him. The light flashed and then faded away. The man had died.

"You're disturbing my rest and you're seeking death." Eleven said as he turned over and jumped down, stepping over the corpses and walking along the stone steps of the city wall into Beizhong.

When the news of the murder reached Lin Changxing, it was just dawn.

"Get out of the way, everyone." Lin Changxing pushed aside the crowd and lay down to check the wound of the corpse. The wound was long and deep. The deceased was killed by pure power and there was no escape. But which king of hell did this small city of Beizhong provoke? The deceased was just an ordinary patrol soldier.

"Changxing! Changxing!" Wang Shan walked over and eagerly held Lin Changxing's hand.

"Mr. Wang, is there anything I can help you with?" Lin Changxing secretly pulled his hand back.

"Changxing, you are the second in command of the Security Bureau, you must find the murderer this time! Otherwise, the people in the city will be in panic. This person was killed with pure power! Look at the wound, it is so fine and smooth."

"Pure ability?"

"Pure power!"

Hearing Wang Shan's words, the crowd of onlookers came forward to take a look. As expected, there was no large amount of blood oozing out of the wound. This must be achieved by pure power. The crowd of onlookers immediately exploded, bursting out with waves of exclamations.

"Thank you for your concern. I will do it." Lin Changxing smiled and strode forward. "Someone! Take the body away!"

As the person was carried away, the crowd gradually dispersed. Lin Changxing had not yet thought that this incident would be related to the Song family internal fraud case that caused a sensation some time ago, and he had not thought that the murderer was those people, except for the "Son of God", who had a replica with water ability.

Fang Hao tossed and turned all night and finally put Song Xinjun on the first list.

"Uncle Fang, did you call me here to assign me a task?" Song Xinjun appeared in Fang Hao's office early in the morning and asked.

"Ah, an extremely important and extremely dangerous mission."

"What mission?" Seeing Fang Hao's face gloomy, Song Xinjun also became serious. He suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.

"Since this concerns your life, I feel I need to give you a detailed explanation. In fact, I went to Jiudu for a meeting yesterday afternoon."

"What? Did you go there alone? It's too dangerous." Song Xinjun said anxiously.

"Xin Jun, please listen to me." Fang Hao used his eyes to signal him to sit down. "The current situation is different from the past. The main contradiction in the country has changed. Now is the time to unite against the outside world. The outside world refers to the people who pose a great threat to people's lives and property."

"You mean... those people?"

"Yes, there is news that they have lost control. This is very dangerous. In addition, they are now scattered and their whereabouts are extremely unstable and difficult to deal with. Therefore, Jiu Xiang hopes that Lu, Lin, Song and our revolutionary army will form a special task force to eliminate them."

"Really?" Song Xinjun's eyes sparkled with excitement.

“So, I recommended you.”

"Yes! I will definitely live up to my mission!"

"wrong!"

"Uncle Fang?"

"Xinjun, sit down, sit down."

After Song Xinjun sat down again, Fang Hao said slowly: "I know you are eager to take revenge because of Xuanfeng. But you must remember that the main purpose of your trip this time is to protect yourself. If you can eliminate him, then eliminate him, but if you can't, the most important thing is to protect yourself."

Song Xinjun frowned, "But Uncle Fang, if everyone has this idea."

"I know." Fang Hao interrupted him, "Of course I hope that the person can be solved, so your main task this time is to keep in touch with An Yan at all times. Do you understand?"

Song Xinjun was silent for a while and nodded firmly.

"That's good. I won't know the final list of this group until tomorrow. Xinjun, go down and get ready first."

Song Xinjun walked out of Fang Hao's office, feeling extremely heavy-hearted. When he first heard the news, he only wanted to help Lin Xuanfeng get revenge, but after Fang Hao's reminder, he realized that the matter was too complicated, so complicated that the purpose and motivation of each of them who participated in the group were unclear.

Who will be the final members of this group? Can he trust them? Song Xinjun twisted his neck and raised his legs to walk towards the training room. No matter what, strength is the most important thing, and what is destined to happen can only be accepted.

Fang Hao has already confirmed the candidates, and the next ones to be confirmed will be the Song and Lin families.

"Lu Li, has Lu Yuan left?" Lin Nuan stood up and asked him when she saw Lu Li returning to the room.

"Well, let's go. The first choice has been confirmed, it's him."

"That's good. If it's Lu Yuan, then I can decide on the candidate."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I am not a simple person, he can definitely cooperate well with Lu Yuan. He grew up with Lu Yuan, and he can also use pure power. As long as there are these two people who can use pure power, I feel more at ease."

"Are you talking about Lin Changxing?"

"Yes, I will let Changxing come to Jiudu now."

Lin Changxing was a little worried when he received the letter. Because he was so busy with a pure power murder that morning, he couldn't leave. But the matter of Lin Nuan, the current head of the Lin family, must be a big deal.

So after thinking about it, Lin Changxing wrote a letter to Lin Nuan, emphasizing what happened this morning and telling her that he would rush over as soon as possible. But three minutes later, Lin Changxing received another letter in which Lin Nuan asked him to rush over immediately and be more careful.

This... Lin Changxing put the letter away carefully and left Beizhong.

Eleven woke up on the roof. He was not awakened by the wind, nor by the sunlight near noon, but by hunger. Since he was hungry, he decided to find something to eat. Eleven jumped down from the roof.

Following the aroma of meat, Eleven walked into a small restaurant. In the restaurant, fried chicken with mushrooms was being cooked and was about to be served.

"Hey, I want to eat this." Eleven walked into the kitchen and pointed at the pot.

"This? Excuse me, sir. I made this at home. Today is my son's birthday. Look at those posted on the wall outside. What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you now." Suddenly a customer broke into the back hall. The boss was stunned for a moment and then immediately said with a smile.

"I said, I want to eat this."

"Customer..." The owner of the small restaurant hadn't even finished his words when he ended up with the same fate as the man last night.

Eleven didn't even look at the person who died tragically on the ground. He lifted the lid of the pot, took the whole pot outside, and started eating it with relish.

"Boss! I'll keep it the same as always, green pepper fried pork with rice!"

"Boss?" Where is the boss? He is usually in the kitchen and will answer the call. The guest looked inside curiously, then he ran out in panic, pointing at Eleven who was sitting at the door. "You! You!"

Eleven waved his hand, and another innocent life disappeared from the world. He didn't leave until Eleven had finished eating, with broken bones all over the table and the ground. Eleven came to the crowded main road, looked around again, and then walked away with his back to the city gate, which was only a hundred meters away from the city gate he climbed last night.

He just kept walking forward, and then a half-grown child bumped into him. The little boy was only three or four years old at most. When Eleven looked down at him, he burst into tears, feeling very annoyed. "Don't cry! I'm so annoyed!" Eleven moved his hands but suddenly stopped.

He fled to the corner in a panic, stumbling and covering his ears. "Stop crying, stop crying." In his memory, the cowardly little boy kept crying in the darkness, crying until the darkness swallowed him up completely, and he was still crying.

"Don't cry!" Eleven roared and opened his eyes. Under the bright sunlight, he was sweating profusely.

"Don't cry." Eleven came back to his senses and said to the self who had never disappeared.

"Tonight, I will avenge you."

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon when Lin Changxing took the Xuanchuang train through Xindu and arrived at Jiudu Lu Mansion.

"Mr. Lin, why did you come to see me?"

"Don't call me Mr. Lin, just call me Lin Nuan, Brother Changxing."

"Okay, Lin Nuan." Hearing the familiar name, Lin Changxing said with a smile. He had rarely seen Lin Nuan since he went to North Middle School. He was very happy to see her this time. After all, he had always regarded Lin Nuan as his biological sister since he was a child.

"I asked you to come here this time because there is something really important." Lin Nuan said, asking him to sit down.

Lin Nuan specially built a study room in a remote corner of Lu's company. Apart from Lin Nuan, there was basically no one else to disturb her, so Lin Changxing sat down and listened to her. Thus, he basically knew everything that happened after the Shuangbei War. Although he had heard about those people, he couldn't help but tremble when he heard Lin Nuan talk about these things in person.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Changxing walked out of Lin Nuan's study. He looked at the withered branches and yellow leaves outside, the cold wind blowing, and the faint sunlight, and couldn't help feeling a little dizzy. This is crazy! Lin Changxing walked out of Lu Mansion in a trance and walked on the way back to Beizhong.

Could the pure energy murder case that happened in Beizhong this morning be related to this? Didn't Lin Nuan say that Eleven was heading north? I hope he was overthinking it, after all, there is no evidence that Eleven has arrived in Beizhong. When Lin Xuanfeng was praying in his heart, a letter appeared.

Two more murders were discovered in Beizhong. The murders happened at noon, but it took several hours for the case to be handed over to Lin Changxing. The reporter did not report the case to the Security Bureau at first, so it took until this time, wasting a lot of time.

After reading it, Lin Changxing gathered the letter tightly, and the letter paper suddenly became wrinkled. He sighed and wrote a letter to Lin Nuan. Without waiting for Lin Nuan's reply, he rushed to Beizhong. Is it Eleven? Lin Changxing silently recited the name.

Lin Changxing probably didn't expect that the change would come so quickly, so swiftly and so tragically.

When he returned to Beizhong, everything changed. Beizhong, looking from afar, the sky was a bright red. What was going on? This red mixed with black smoke drifted from afar.

Lin Changxing's heart trembled, and he stamped his feet anxiously. Ten minutes later, as soon as the window was opened, Lin Changxing was pulled down. The window station was full of people, screaming and crowding in fear.

"What happened?" Lin Changxing grabbed the person closest to him and asked.

"Someone's dead! I heard that someone is using pure supernatural power to kill people crazily!" the man said as he pushed people forward.

Pure ability? Lin Changxing quickly turned around and walked towards the exit with difficulty. As soon as he came out, Lin Changxing was shocked. Countless people were still retreating to the hanging window station, and half of Beizhong was shrouded in flames. Lin Changxing didn't dare to think about it anymore and didn't have time to think about it anymore. He rushed into the panicked crowd.

There was no need to look far. I ran against the flow of people and saw Eleven coming over with corpses. He left the blazing fire far behind him. He seemed to be a Yama who had climbed out of the fire. He raised his hand and slashed with his knife. The people who died limply were all ordinary people.

"Ah, another person who dares to stand in front of me, it's a pity that you are all going to die. I suddenly regretted killing the man who could use fire earlier. Look, how beautiful it is. After he died, I couldn't even muster the interest to kill people. He was too weak. Can you be stronger?"

"You are... Eleven?" Lin Changxing trembled but his eyes were already red.

"Oh? You actually know who I am. That's great, it seems you are not too weak. Don't you know, they all desperately asked who I am when they were dying?" Eleven laughed wildly, he liked this kind of pleasure.

"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Changxing used pure power. There was no other way to deal with such a crazy person. Even if Lin Changxing was angry, he could only try his best to curb his impulse.

The pure power was as cold as ice, just like Lin Changxing's eyes at this moment.

He turned his wrist and rushed straight towards Eleven. I'm sorry, Lin Nuan, I have to be willful again this time.

Eleven stood there and licked his lips. This person could use pure power, which was interesting. Lin Changxing rushed over and fought with Eleven. Every move of his blade was full of blood. He led Eleven to a place with fewer people step by step, trying to lead Eleven back to the fire.

The two fought back and forth, and Lin Changxing took the opportunity to jump into the street that was burned by the fire. The next second, the fog was everywhere. In the fire, the fog was not an advantage, but it was still gradually spreading and getting thicker. This made Eleven, who was standing in the fog, completely unable to see the direction, but he actually smiled slowly, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

He didn't expect that there was such a person hidden in Beizhong who could attach pure power to ability.

Interesting, he was determined to kill this man. The blade in Eleven's hand instantly turned into a machete more than one meter long. He was better at using a knife than a sword. He chopped towards the place where Lin Changxing was hiding, and the house that was slowly being devoured by fire collapsed instantly.

That's how it should be. Anyone who stands in his way must be killed. Eleven calmed down and wielded his long sword, vowing to turn Beizhong upside down. He stepped onto the collapsed roof, but the fog continued to spread. Eleven was extremely angry because he couldn't find Lin Changxing.

He concealed his pure power and tried to use a flood to wash away the fog, but the flood could not wash away the fog but instead extinguished the fire.

Lin Changxing probably didn't expect that Eleven would have such a temper, but he released his pure power, and now was a good time to attack him. Lin Changxing rushed out with pure power in his hand, but the pure power did not hurt Eleven, and Eleven was shrouded in a layer of halo.

Is this... the legendary absolute defense?

Lin Changxing was stunned for a moment, and then he was immediately washed back by the flood. He fell to the ground, and the water instantly turned into solid ice and pierced him. Damn it, if he had known this would happen, he should have seized the opportunity to fight An Yan more often. But who could have thought that one day he would have to fight with a powerful water power user?

Lin Changxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and instantly disappeared in the dense fog.

The human figure was hidden in the fog, appearing and disappearing, making it hard to predict. Even Eleven was cautious. Suddenly, the figure approached, and Eleven rushed over first, but the blade of pure energy didn't hit anything. Just a phantom? Eleven withdrew his hand in shame and annoyance. But at this moment, the moment Eleven withdrew his hand, the sharp sword energy instantly hit Eleven.

Eleven wiped his chest, and his palms were stained with a layer of bright red blood.

The wound didn't hurt, but it was unbearable. Eleven shouted loudly, and swung the pure energy above his head like a machete. Lin Changxing looked at him in shock, unable to stop him. This was not something that ordinary people could do, because the control of pure energy lies in the word precision.

Once it turned, the fog quickly dissipated.