After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

The sky was pitch black, and the villa area was also very quiet. People who got off work had already gone back to their homes, and the lights were lit up in each home, and there was joy and harmony everywhere.

Song Zheng walked aimlessly on the small road in the villa area, recalling what He Lan had said to him before leaving.

"This monster has been able to survive here for so long. She must have her connections and certain means. Don't be careless. I'm outside the community. If you can't fight against me, you can light this talisman."

Song Zheng looked at the talisman in his hand, folded it up carefully, then stretched out his hand to summon the mahogany sword in his palm, incorporated the talisman into the wooden sword, and put the sword back into his hand.

Song Zheng clenched his fist.

He wouldn't use this talisman no matter what.

The location of Zheng Jiu's villa is relatively remote, surrounded by trees, and the independent courtyard is very beautiful.

Song Zheng stood outside the door with his hands in his pockets, looking at the room shrouded in darkness, reached out and rang the doorbell.

Soon, someone opened the door.

The person who opened the door was an aunt in her 40s. Seeing Song Zheng, she asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?"

Song Zheng smiled: "Excuse me, does Zheng Jiu live here?"

Auntie looked at him suspiciously, because no one had called Mr. by his name for a long time, and the people who came to him were either Mr. Zheng or Mr. Zheng.

This young man looked young, so he was too rude.

Song Zheng nodded: "I'll know if you don't tell me."

As soon as the words fell, he took a picture of a talisman as quickly as possible, and the aunt rolled her eyes and fell down in a daze.

Song Zheng reached out to catch her, placed her at the door against the wall, and flew out a few talismans to form a simple formation, so as not to affect her later.

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Shu Hongyan's eyebrows twitched. The nanny had been out for several minutes and hadn't come back yet.

Zheng Jiu lost his temper when he came back, and yelled at her, saying that he lost something very important, if it wasn't for seeing this man still useful, he really wanted to finish him now.

Shu Hongyan simply opened the door by herself to see what was going on outside, but the moment the door was opened, an irresistible force suddenly broke in from the door with the momentum of thunder.

Shu Hongyan flipped, and quickly flew onto the sofa.

A young man walked in unhurriedly outside the door.

Wearing a white casual outfit with a pair of sneakers, this man looked like an ordinary young man running at night.

"What did I say that smells so smelly? It turned out to be a weasel!"

The old man said that he was not bragging about his high talent, but just a meeting, and Song Zheng saw the prototype of this monster.

Shu Hongyan lay on the sofa with her forefoot, looking at him warily: "Are you a demon catcher?"

Song Zheng shrugged, and said lightly: "Not yet, but it will be soon."

Shu Hongyan sternly said: "I have no grievances or enmities with you. Could it be that because I was born as a monster, there is no place for me to live?"

Song Zheng nodded in agreement: "I never kill innocent people indiscriminately, but you have blood on your hands, hurt people, and broke the rules of survival of transvestites, so naturally you will be taken down."

Shu Hongyan's eyes flashed with green light leisurely: "Hey, what are the rules of survival of monsters, are you humans cleaner than us monsters?"

Along with her words came a yellow tail, swaying ostentatiously behind her.

"Hongyan...is this?"

Zheng Jiu suddenly appeared in the living room, looking at the scene before him in disbelief.

Shu Hongyan turned her head, and suddenly a ray of evil spirit flew straight towards Zheng Jiu from her eyes with green light, but before the evil energy reached him, she was blocked by a spell.

The spell exploded, and brilliant fireworks flew out, and Zheng Jiu couldn't open his eyes for a while.

In my ear, I heard someone saying: "Human beings have their own laws to punish, and you can't control what you say."

When Zheng Jiu opened his eyes again, the living room was in a mess, and there were no two figures in front of him.

He fell to the ground with a plop, unable to recover for a long time.

Shu Hongyan took the opportunity to fly out from the door, and Song Zheng followed suit.

Immediately, Shu Hongyan showed her prototype, transformed into a weasel about half a meter in length, and shuttled among the trees very quickly.

Song Zheng followed closely.

The weasel is a nocturnal animal, and it is good at burrowing, and it is extremely cunning and easy to escape.

But while Song Zheng was chasing after her, he would fly out two talismans from time to time, making her dodge here and there until he chased her into the small forest at the foot of the mountain in the villa area.

The grove is not big, but it is gloomy in this dark night, like a big mouth that eats people, and the timid ones dare not approach it at all.

Shu Hongyan stopped, changed into a human form again, and looked at him without fear: "Young people are always impulsive. Didn't the elders in the family tell you that you should do things according to your ability?"

An indescribable stench quickly spread in the woods, comparable to a biological weapon,

Song Zheng was choked before he could pinch his nose.

The coffee I drank in the afternoon was billowing and spitting out of my stomach.

Countless green eyes appeared in the grove, like clusters of will-o'-the-wisps, looking gloomy and terrifying.

"I'll go..." Song Zheng simply turned off his sense of smell, and quickly summoned the mahogany sword in his palm.

"Bite him." Shu Hongyan gave an order, and countless weasels swarmed up. The most important thing is that these things can also release poisonous gas. This poisonous gas is colorless and tasteless. If you close your sense of smell, you can't feel the direction of the poisonous gas.

Song Zheng quickly sacrificed the sword in his hand, and swept it out, sweeping away all the yellow skins that rushed up.

However, this poisonous gas has a big problem.

These poisonous gases can invade the human body through the skin of the human body and paralyze the nerves.

Song Zheng waved his hand. He already felt that his arm was a little sluggish, and he couldn't lift it up.

Shu Hongyan stood not far away, looking at Song Zheng with resentment.

It is because of these monster hunters, and because of the rules of survival of the monsters, that they have fallen to this point.

Song Zheng swallowed a detox pill casually, threw the wooden sword into the air, and quickly pinched the sword in his hand. The wooden sword turned into countless sword shadows and flew towards the group of weasels.

These weasels are all incarnations of Shu Hongyan. She has been cultivating for more than 200 years. This level of cultivation is not easy to come by, and it is even more difficult to survive tremblingly. She will never give in easily.

But the wooden sword passed through those clones easily, bursting out with a burst of light, and all the clones were shattered in an instant, and disappeared in place like ashes.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Shu Hongyan's mouth.

Song Zheng did not speak, but pressed his lips tightly together, and slashed across his palm with his fingers together, the blood overflowing from his palm soaked the mahogany sword.

The sword instantly seemed to recede the sawdust around it, and turned into a dazzling silvery white, like a front.

"This is the first time this sword has been unsealed, so you should be happy."

It was also the first time Song Zheng encountered an opponent of this strength.

The detoxification pill had no effect at all, his arms had already started to go numb, and even his body was gradually weakening.

If you want to get rid of this monster, you must make a quick decision.

As soon as Shu Hongyan stretched out her hand, a pitch-black long whip fell into her hand, and the whip flew towards Song Zheng with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Song Zheng raised his hand holding the sword, and the whip went around the sword, entangled tightly, and neither of them backed down.

Just when Shu Hongyan thought she was about to succeed, a burst of golden flames burst out from the sword, and then the flames gradually grew larger, but it swallowed half of the whip in an instant.

In front of Song Zheng's forehead, a golden bead with complex patterns emerged slowly.

Before Shu Hongyan could let go, golden flames burned along the whip, burning her arm with just one breath.

"What is this?"

Shu Hongyan looked at Song Zheng in horror.

Song Zheng didn't give her a chance to react, and the sharp sword slashed straight at her with bright flames.

In an instant, the entire grove seemed to be illuminated by this magical light.

Until her body was pierced, Shu Hongyan didn't understand why this demon catcher became so powerful just like he had taken a powerful pill suddenly.

Comrade Song Zheng lost his strength in an instant after killing the monster, and his face turned pale.

He stood leaning against the tree with his sword: "The old man didn't tell me that unsealing the sword would suck so much blood from me, how many red dates would it take to make it up."

The golden bead between the eyebrows gradually disappeared, and the flame on the sword dimmed little by little, and finally returned to its original appearance.

The weasel had changed back to its original form, lying on the ground without a sound.

Song Zheng leaned against the tree and sat cross-legged. He put away the wooden sword, closed his eyes and quietly began to adjust his breath.

Outside the woods, He Lan, who watched the whole process, looked suspiciously at Song Zheng's eyebrows.

He did not feel wrong that night, the relic was on this person.

But what is his identity, how can he have the treasure of the monster race?

He Lan's outstretched hand slowly retracted, and if he forcibly took out the relic like this, Song Zheng probably would not survive, so he had better wait until all the reasons were found out, and it would not be too late to take it again.

Song Zheng sat for a whole night, and when he opened his eyes again, it was dawn.

Just when he woke up, he found a person sitting beside him.

He was pleasantly surprised: "Why are you here?"

He Lan reached out to take a fallen leaf off his head, and said helplessly, "Didn't you just ignite the talisman when you said something difficult? You really have a stubborn temper. The task this time is a bit difficult. It is difficult for an exam. a bit."

Song Zheng still felt a little weak at this moment.

"The farts of this weasel are really smelly and poisonous. Fortunately, I am in good health."

He Lan helped him to stand up: "You are lucky in misfortune. This monster has been practicing for more than 200 years. Her fart is extremely poisonous. Ordinary people only get a little bit of it. They should go to the Palace of the King of Hell." reported."

Song Zheng scratched his head: "Really, it seems that I still have the ability to resist drugs, but my hands and feet are still a little soft."

He Lan looked thoughtfully between his brows, and now he couldn't feel the existence of relics at all.

This is so weird.

The weasel should have been cleaned up by He Lan, and there was no trace of it on the ground.

Since there was no need to clean up the scene, Song Zheng supported the tree and walked outside softly.

At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and grabbed his arm.

He Lan squatted down and said in a low voice, "Come on, by the time you get out, breakfast will be cold."

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