After midnight

Seeing Eleven's figure gradually becoming clear, Lin Changxing hid in the corner and gritted his teeth. From now on, he must be more cautious. But at the same time, Lin Changxing knew that he had to fight for his life to have a chance of survival. Now was a good opportunity.

In front of him, Eleven was still turning his wrists constantly. As the fog gradually dissipated, his body would also expose a huge flaw. Lin Changxing clenched his fists and rushed forward. It was time to do so. Otherwise, when the fog completely dissipated, he would only be more passive.

After Lin Changxing stabbed Eleven's arm, he quickly retreated to a safe distance.

"You finally came out." Eleven said coldly, then rushed over.

So fast! Lin Changxing was in a tough fight again. He could only barely keep up with Eleven's pace, and then suddenly Eleven sped up, and he could only watch himself being injured by pure power.

Lin Changxing lay on the ground, covering his left shoulder. He saw the excitement in Eleven's eyes that could not be hidden.

At this moment, he suddenly realized what Eleven was up to. Eleven had deliberately injured himself, just to be able to kill more happily. He should have known it when he stabbed Eleven and Eleven did not cry out in pain or even look at his injured arm.

Eleven shrugged, and raised his hand to strike. "One hundred and thirty-seven."

"Hey, I'm telling you not to be too confident." Lin Changxing resisted with his right hand, then rolled out with his whole body.

"I'm not confident, I just control your life." Eleven waved his hand without even blinking, and the violent burst of water caught him again. Half of Lin Changxing's body was frozen tightly by the ice, and he lay on the ground in a mess.

Eleven moved closer to him and transformed into pure energy. The blade was very short, not long. But this time he had to hear the sound of ice cracking and bones breaking. The moment the pure energy stabbed down, Lin Changxing closed his eyes and smiled.

"I'll wait for you in hell."

Bright red blood flowed out of Lin Changxing's body, but Eleven was not excited about it. He looked at Lin Changxing's smile, stepped on his face and walked away. This man was really an eyesore.

Thus, one hundred and thirty-seven became the last number in the North Central Massacre.

This number shocked the whole country. When the news spread to North China, the situation in the country was changed again.

"One hundred and thirty-seven." Song Yu murmured.

Lingyi stood obediently aside, and it was impossible to tell from Song Yu's face whether he was satisfied or not. So he took over and said, "Well, I heard that the last person who died was called Lin Changxing."

"Lin Changxing."

"Come on, I'll take you to see someone." Song Yu was familiar with the name, but he continued speaking in a calm tone.

Song Yu took Ling Yi back to Xishan and walked along the complicated paths of Xishan again. Ling Yi was in a very complicated mood. Song Yu saw it and raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Ling Yi, why do you look like that?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Come on, we're almost there."

After Song Yu turned around, Ling Yi quickly followed him. He had been with Song Yu for some time, but he never understood what Song Yu really wanted to do. Since entering late autumn, the trees on the West Mountain have become much more bleak, so Ling Yi could easily recognize that they were walking on a road they had never walked before.

Could there be other secrets hidden in this West Mountain? With every step, Lingyi would look at the surrounding environment. The trees in the deep mountains were taller and denser than those outside, and even the leaves had their own shapes. Under Song Yu's leadership, they climbed over the mountains, chased through dead branches and weeds, until they arrived in front of a bright red gate.

Song Yu walked forward naturally, raised his hand and patted the iron gate. The loud sound echoed in the forest for a moment and then disappeared completely. After waiting for a while and no one responded, Song Yu kicked the weeds beside him and kicked out a silver key with a collar.

"It looks like he's out. Let's wait here for a while."

"Aren't you going to open the door?" Lingyi asked curiously.

"He doesn't like people trespassing into his house." Song Yu gave a brief explanation and then folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

Lingyi also followed and waited silently. He became more and more curious. Who could make Song Yu so respectful? Fortunately, the owner of this house did not let them wait for long and came back soon.

"Who is he? Don't bring strange people here."

"Don't worry, I won't bring the 'Son of God' here."

"come in."

Zhang Yang brought the people into the house, but only let them stay under the eaves. He boiled a pot of water. The unburned wood in the small stove under the eaves began to crackle again. The steam from the boiling water drifted with the wind into the square courtyard made of blue bricks.

"You went down the mountain, so you must have heard about the tragedy in Beizhong."

"So what?"

"A full one hundred and thirty-seven people. That's the power of one person. You and I know very well that no one will let Eleven go."

"It's not my business?"

"I bet that 'Son of God' An Yan will go too."

"You want me to protect your people."

"You can't say that. It's time to settle your feud with the Son of God, right?"

"Song Yu, let me remind you. Your father is dead. He died at your hands."

After these words came out, Song Yu and Ling Yi's faces changed. But Song Yu continued to speak calmly: "Yes, I am very grateful that you showed up at the Song Mansion that night, otherwise, I would not know you existed. My father is indeed dead, but the grudge between you and the Son of God still exists in the past."

"I see. I'll think about it."

"Okay, Lingyi, let's go." Song Yu curled the corners of his lips slightly and strode away.

"Song Yu." Zhang Yang stopped him, "Next time, don't bring inferior products to me. It's really annoying."

"Who is he?" Lingyi asked Song Yu after they left. Lingyi knew that the inferior product Zhang Yang was talking about was him. He always felt that this person was very familiar with them, which could be seen from the only time he glanced at him.

"Knowing that I killed the master who forged you, you have no reaction at all?"

"I am surprised, but Song Yu is my master now."

Song Yu laughed after hearing this. He said, "His name is Zhang Yang. He is my trump card to deal with An Yan. You only need to know this. However, this old guy may not think the time is right yet. It doesn't matter. Although Eleven stopped the killing, I am very satisfied with his results. It depends on what the people in Jiumen do. Can they really gather the fragmented hearts and minds to accomplish one thing together? I am looking forward to it."

Song Yu was in a better mood after meeting Zhang Yang. As Ling Yi followed him, he suddenly had a bold idea. That was Song Yu. The man in front of him was just using all this as a game capital.

The thought that everything was just a prank by Song Yu made Ling Yi shudder.

But Lingyi clenched his fists. So what? He would keep going.

Su Ziling looked at An Yan cautiously. An Yan's face was terribly serious. He stood in front of the window and stared out for a long time without moving. Su Ziling looked at Yin again, and Yin shook his head to signal him not to disturb An Yan.

An Yan and Su Ziling showed up at Yin's house early in the morning, not for anything else, but because of the Beizhong murder case that happened last night. A total of 137 people, what a terrible number. And the one who ended the massacre was Lin Changxing, who helped them a lot. Lin Changxing will be the director of the Beizhong Security Bureau next year. He should have been promoted. He has a bright future and can do more for the people.

Su Ziling bit his lip, feeling unhappy. But now, the matter is done.

"I'll go find Uncle Fang." An Yan finally spoke.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Su Ziling said hurriedly.

"Need not."

Su Ziling was about to say something when Yin interrupted him. "An Yan, let Su Ziling go with you."

An Yan looked at Yin and nodded, but when they arrived at Xindu Building, they were told that Fang Hao had already taken Song Xinjun and Zhou Chen to Jiudu. Su Ziling looked at the man with frowned eyebrows and said, "It seems that Uncle Fang has his own considerations. An Yan, why don't we go home first."

"Well, go home and pretend nothing happened."

"Okay, I understand." Su Ziling straightened his collar.

An Yan was right. After all, Qiqi didn't do anything, and Su Ziling didn't want to turn the house into a battlefield. It was much warmer at home, and An Yan and Su Ziling took off their coats and threw them on the sofa. At this time, Qiqi heard the noise and came out of the room.

"You are back."

"Ah."

Su Ziling stood behind An Yan, and for a moment, he felt ridiculous. The companions of the woman in front of him had just killed their familiar companions and so many innocent people, but he was still showing kindness to her. What's more ridiculous is that he actually noticed Qiqi's choice of words, you, not you. Qiqi didn't ignore him this time.

Su Ziling turned around and went upstairs. When An Yan was about to follow him upstairs without saying anything, Qiqi spoke.

"I know what happened in North Central. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Fang Hao left much earlier than An Yan and Su Ziling. At this moment, in Jiumen of Jiudu, another meeting had already started. Before ten o'clock, Fang Hao, Lu Lang, Lin Nuan, Song Nan and others had all arrived in the meeting room. Their meeting was originally scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon.

They sat in their respective seats, tacitly keeping silent, until the arrival of Prime Minister Yang Runzhong broke the silence.

"The situation is extremely urgent and cannot be delayed. I don't want the tragedy of Beizhong to happen again. Let me introduce, this is Mr. He Wendong, the person in charge I have designated for this matter. Xiao He, say hello to everyone." Yang Runzhong pushed the door open and said directly.

"Hello everyone, I'm He Wendong. I work for the Jiudu Security Bureau and I'm in charge of this manhunt."

He Wendong, Fang Hao knew it in his heart. This person's ability is very strong, it is fire. Shangguan Can was in the second group under his jurisdiction before joining the revolutionary army. Others present must have heard of his name. He took a look, and sure enough, everyone had different expressions, because this person was originally Yang Runzhong's man. But Fang Hao didn't care about that, he said: "Xiao He, I have heard of you, your ability and pure ability are second to none. I am very sorry to give you two people who are not good at using pure abilities, they are Song Xinjun and Zhou Chen, I hope you can give them more guidance."

"No way." He Wendong said politely. There were not many people who could use pure abilities. He Wendong was naturally relieved that the Revolutionary Army could send out two people with great reputation and ability at once.

"I nominate Lu Yuan. He can use pure power and is a very important member of our Lu family." Lu Lang nodded slightly to Jiu Xiang.

"My candidate is Song Luo. He is very willing to participate in this mission. As for his strength, I don't know much about it, but he is one of the five elders of our Song family. Our Song family is really sincere this time." Song Nan said and looked at Lin Nuan.

Lin Nuan dodged Song Nan's gaze, her heart was in turmoil. There was nothing wrong with what Song Nan said just now, but she always felt that Song Nan was hinting at something. "Prime Minister Jiu, the person I originally planned to hire was actually the deceased Lin Changxing. He was really capable and had a heart for the country and the people. When I heard the news, I really couldn't accept it for a while. So, please give me a few more minutes to think about it."

"Of course, this is what we should do. Lin Changxing saved North Middle School with his own efforts, and we should all thank him. Lin Nuan, you can think about it slowly, and just tell me when you have made up your mind." Yang Runzhong said kindly. Lin Nuan was really a child he liked very much.

"Yes." Lin Nuan nodded and lowered her eyes.

This candidate was really too difficult. She had given Lin Changxing another task. Now that he was gone, she couldn't find anyone she could trust. Since she couldn't find anyone, Lin Nuan pinched her nails into her palm and said, "Prince Jiu, I will take over the Lin Group..."

“I, I’ll go!” Lu Li’s voice drowned out Lin Nuan, and he suddenly appeared at the door.

“Lu Li, is this the place for you to make trouble?” To everyone’s surprise, the person who said this and scolded Lu Li was not Lu Li’s father Lu Lang but Lin Nuan.

"Lin Nuan, Lu Li is your husband. Of course he is considered a member of your Lin family, so he can go."

"Thank you, Jiu Xiang." Lu Li said hurriedly.

Yang Runzhong nodded and ignored Lu Lang's hesitant look. He also stopped caring about Lin Nuan. He never expected that Lin Nuan would want to go by herself. Compared to going to the battlefield, her intelligence and talents can be better displayed here.

"Okay, then it's settled. Fang Hao, have you made up your mind? Who will go, Song Xinjun or Zhou Chen?"

"All go." Fang Hao said decisively, raising the corner of his mouth, "I have brought them here."

"Oh? Are you sure you want them all to go?"

"Sure, Prime Minister Jiu, you don't have to worry about the substitutes. Because I guarantee that Song Xinjun and Zhou Chen will complete the task excellently."

"What a coincidence, we thought of the same thing." Song Nan took over and said, "Prime Minister Jiu, Song Luo has actually arrived in Jiudu as well."

"Really?" Yang Runzhong immediately shifted his attention and said happily.

"Prime Minister Jiu, of course Lu Yuan is also in Jiudu." Lu Lang stood up and said.

Yang Runzhong nodded. Doesn't that mean Lu Li is the only one left? But he is right in front of us, so everyone has assembled and is just waiting for orders and ready to go. "Okay, I declare. The task force is officially formed. The primary target is Eleven!"

Qiqi's bold words made An Yan and Su Ziling look at each other. Su Ziling couldn't hold it in anymore and asked.

"How strong is Eleven?"

"Very strong."

"How strong is it?"

"Can use An Yan's 'Absolute Defense'."

Hearing this, Su Ziling's eyes widened and he took a breath.

"No need to express surprise. Besides Eleven, Zero-One can do it, too. Among us, Zero-One is the strongest."

"You mean, only Zero-One and Eleven can do it, and the rest of you can't do it, right?"

"That's true for now. But Eleven has always been a violent person. It's really hard to deal with him without Zero-One to restrain him this time."

"An Yan, where are you going?" Su Ziling was asking, but suddenly realized that An Yan was about to retreat.

"Go upstairs and catch up on some sleep."

"An Yan?"

"Don't worry about it. Go to bed early."

An Yan went upstairs. He had received enough information.