Although it was obviously no longer necessary to continue the undercover mission in Sufang No. 1 Middle School, and several members who were away were recalled, the Nangong team's business did not decrease but increased. For nearly a week, Yun Jian could only occasionally see Tang Aibai's hurried pace in the headquarters lobby, with the lingering smell of gunpowder on his body.

Originally, Yun Jian should have been one of the busy ones, but he had just obtained a Ragdoll Cat vest, and his main body was approaching midterm exams, so he was so tired that he was in a trance after opening three accounts, and even got stuck from time to time during the battle.

Tang Aibai saw that he was not in good condition and thought he was sick. After this guy was stubborn and went on night patrol and got bitten by a hellhound which cut off a large piece of flesh on his arm, Tang Aibai forced him to take a leave and ordered him to sleep in the lounge for a few days before returning to the team.

Therefore, recently the hellhounds at night were locked up in special cages by the Nangong team and brought back to the Twenty-Eight Mansions. After being studied by the Donggong team, they were handed over to Yun Jian to be dealt with on the spot.

"Now all remote alleys and areas around trash cans in Sufang City are fully monitored. As long as a hellhound appears, an alarm will immediately sound in the 28-constellation main channel," Tang Aibai sat next to Yun Jian. Seeing that he was still a little impatient, he comforted him, "Don't worry, you should have a good rest. We can handle these things. Once the East Palace research team has thoroughly analyzed the hellhound, maybe they can directly blow up the hell gate."

A researcher from the East Palace who was passing by paused, and couldn't help but turn back and interrupt: "The composition and energy form of the hellhound are completely different from superpowers. So far, we have only found materials that block energy, and we still have no clue about other progress."

Don't add to their workload! Party A's words make Party B scratch his head, you know?

Tang Aibai tilted his head and smiled at the researcher embarrassedly.

"I'm not worried about that. Nangong is the best," Yun Jian peeled off the candy wrapper, picked up a lollipop, picked up a strawberry-flavored one and stuffed it into Tang Aibai's mouth, frowned and looked at his dark eyes, "I'm worried about you."

"Captain Tang, don't push yourself too hard."

...

...

Ever since that night when the superpowers of the Cat God sect blew up the residential area, Tang Aibai had been keeping himself on edge, working day and night, patrolling at night and searching for clues to find the trace of the Cat God during the day. Although he forced Yun Jian to rest, he himself hadn't had a good sleep in bed for a long time.

Tang Aibai smiled bitterly.

He showed powerful superpowers when he was young, and was trained and raised as a reserve of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. To this day, only one in ten of the Twenty-Eight Mansions members who taught him carefully can persist until retirement.

The superpower sect has taken root in the human world for hundreds of years. Their huge savings and foundation give them the absolute confidence to confront the authorities head-on. If they want to eradicate this cancer, they will inevitably have to shed blood and tears, and sacrifices will be necessary.

He had seen enough of the elders who were still joking and chatting the day before to be lying on a stretcher wrapped in white cloth the next day, and he had long realized that he would eventually be like that.

"But this time is different," Tang Aibai pursed his lips and stroked his hair vigorously. "I should have discovered something was wrong, but the Cat God Cult succeeded easily. Not only did they disperse the manpower of the Twenty-Eight Mansions to the surrounding of the seal formation, but they also failed to stop the explosion that was so close. Three hundred and eighty-seven people - the three hundred and eighty-seven ordinary people who died in this incident, all died because of me."

"Director Luo is right. I am just not as good as Kong Xiuwen. If Team Beigong were here, there would definitely not be such serious consequences."

Yun Jian was silent for a moment.

He actually disagreed with Tang Aibai's blaming him for the mistake, but he didn't know how to refute it. He poked the lollipop in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and the sweet taste of grapes filled his mouth. He said dryly: "Think of it on the bright side. At least next time Director Luo punishes you to write a self-criticism, you will have something to write. I mean, this is the first super-powered vicious incident in Sufang City in the past ten years-"

[Stop talking! Are you trying to comfort him or provoke him?]

Cat Toy couldn't listen anymore and screamed in his mind.

Yun Jian shut up awkwardly.

Tang Aibai laughed instead.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just need some time to adjust myself." He bit the candy in his mouth and swallowed it without chewing it. "The most urgent thing now is to find the hiding place of the Cat God Sect and try to find the Cat God's weakness. As long as we can get rid of the Cat God, everything else will be easy."

The rampant actions of the Cat God Sect this time angered not only the Twenty-Eight Mansions. If the Twenty-Eight Mansions were not afraid of the power of the Cat God, even if the Twenty-Eight Mansions remained silent, people from other sects would have rushed forward and torn the Cat God Sect to pieces.

Yun Jian felt very uncomfortable listening to this: "Didn't they say his name is Bu Ou? Why do you still call him the Cat God?"

“Don’t call me like that!” Tang Aibai’s expression suddenly became serious. He looked around in doubt and lowered his voice nervously, “If you call God’s real name directly, God will be sensitive. We must not attract the attention of the Cat God now.”

Yun Jian: “…”

Where did this strange rumor come from?

[This is true. Gods can indeed sense information related to their true names.]

Cat Toy said.

[Back then, the God of Creation wanted to hear his followers sing his praises, so he specially made a contract with the human world related to his true name. This is also the reason why the gods later did not want to give themselves names - it was too noisy to hear all kinds of people chattering in their ears all day long.]

Yun Jian raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Cat Toy's tone when talking about the God of Creation was not very good, and there seemed to be some vague contempt and resentment.

But he still didn't speak.

Cat Toy is always like this. He always likes to talk to himself about stories about gods. From those trivial daily stories, one can vaguely get a glimpse of a magnificent history. But if you really ask him where the gods have gone now and why the cat god is guarding the gate of hell, he will turn into a saw-mouthed gourd again and will not want to say any more words.

Compared to satisfying his harmless curiosity, it is obviously more important to solve the matter of the Cat God Sect.

The ragdoll cat sat in a wheelchair, staring at the priest kneeling in front of him serving, as if thinking about something.

The Cat God Sect was established more than 50 years ago. Although it cannot compare with those old sects that have been rooted for hundreds or thousands of years, it has been able to occupy a place in the Sufang City where many hidden talents are hidden. Both its organizational structure and various personnel bases are impressive.

Let alone anything else, just look at the delicacies served on his table these days. Each one is worth more than half a year's salary of Tabby Cat at the Twenty-Eight Mansions. Yun Jian was shocked by all the ingredients. He had no idea why a group of guys who spent all day setting up altars and engaging in feudal superstitions could be so rich.

"No wonder so many people are willing to join the Super Power Sect," the unsophisticated Ragdoll Cat couldn't help but sigh when he first tasted the pan-fried foie gras decorated with gold foil, "This kind of treatment makes me want to resign from the Twenty-Eight Mansions."

[Beware of the superpower sect's sugar-coated bullets!]

The cat toy poked him hard in his mind.

Yun Jian was just joking. Hearing this, he curled his eyes and stopped talking. He continued to eat his dinner with his chin supported. Occasionally, he looked up at the priest in front of him, wondering when this guy would leave.

The priest, who had already noticed the ragdoll cat's gaze but didn't dare to look up, was sweating profusely.

He did plan the resurrection ceremony of the Cat God, and he also fanatically admired the god's powerful power to change the world, but the human instinct for survival made him unable to stop the fear and trembling of his soul when facing the unfathomable and powerful god.

It took a long time before he mustered up the courage to secretly glance at the Ragdoll Cat out of the corner of his eye. He saw Him lowering His eyes to look at the fragrant food on the plate, with a smile on the corners of His lips, but no emotion in His eyes. He was like a Buddha who was neither sad nor happy. He could move the knife and fork in his hand, send down sweet rain on the earth in his spare time, or casually destroy half a city.

"Lord Bo'o," the priest himself didn't know whether he was more excited or more afraid, "what do you want for your humble servant?"

The ragdoll cat who is tasting the food carefully: "?"

He tilted his head and thought about it.

Although he has been eager to eradicate the Cat God Sect, he currently knows very little about the sect. Every day he is just served by fanatical believers and tries hard to pretend to be a mysterious and powerful person.

Since he was in a wheelchair, he initially imitated Professor X. However, when he tried to smile gently at a fanatic for the first time, the fanatic was frightened and rolled over, knelt on the ground, rubbed his forehead, and said with tears streaming down his face, "I want to be Lord Boo's puppet."

The ragdoll cat, who doesn't understand how outrageous brainwashing the superpower sect has instilled in its fanatics, continues to play the role of a taciturn beauty with an expressionless face - as for how this image has anything to do with gods - let these psychopaths use their own imaginations!

The work of collecting intelligence on the superpower sect was extremely difficult, and it was naturally impossible to unite with the Twenty-Eight Mansions to trap the Cat God Sect. Therefore, Yun Jian did not know what he should ask the priest to do. After hesitating for a moment, he could only say lightly: "I have not met all the believers in your sect."

The first step in playing the role of Cat God is to learn to speak in classical Chinese, which not only improves your style, but also makes your sentences as short as possible so as not to reveal your true identity.

Although he was a poor high school student who could never get full marks in translating classical Chinese sentences, and was always unsure whether what he said was classical Chinese or grammatical errors, fortunately, the priest's cultural level did not seem to be very high.

As expected, the priest's face instantly became ecstatic, his eyes full of admiration and conviction: "Lord Bu'ou! Are you going to choose a servant of God?"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, his actions and expressions clearly showed two big words.

Choose me!