Chapter 116 This is a man's intuition

Si Cang glanced at Bai Ziyue with disdain: "Are you itching for trouble again?"

"No, Boss, think about it," Bai Ziyue said as he approached with a playful smile, "You and Brother Duan are of the same generation, and you're my boss. Look, shouldn't Mendan call me Grandpa?"

It turns out that there is a reason why Bai Zi gets beaten the more.

This time it wasn't Si Cang who beat him, but Ling Feng, and the kick he gave was similar to Si Cang's. This made Duan Anluo wonder if this team always beat Bai Ziyue like this?

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Si Cang made an irritable "tsk" sound and pulled Duan Anluo towards the car. "Just throw it away. We don't want it anymore. I'm so annoyed."

Duan Anluo held him back, "You can still keep them if you give them a little repair. If you keep fighting, tie them together and keep them inseparable from each other when they eat, sleep, or go on missions."

The two people who were making a fuss just now froze in an instant, glared at each other, and became quiet.

Duan Anluo comforted Si Cang: "It's easy to treat. If you hit two, tie up two. If you hit three, tie up three. I'll get you a rope later. You can tie the monster to the table leg."

Si Cang nodded, "Okay."

Bai Ziyue looked at Duan Anluo speechlessly, you are still so cruel.

At the guild headquarters, Assistant Fang and the president were waiting. When they saw them return, they immediately went to greet them nervously, "How is it?"

Bai Ziyue spread his hands and shrugged: "He ran away."

The president frowned, his tone filled with disbelief: "With the four of you going together, how could you let them escape?"

Duan Anluo also imitated Bai Ziyue, spreading his hands helplessly, his tone a little tired: "That bastard's demonic power is similar to Si Cang's. He must have left a soul mark somewhere else, and he can also teleport. I couldn't trap him with the formation."

He sat directly on the sofa. "The key point is that I can't kill him right now. He has a backup plan in the mountains. Catching him is harder than killing him. I need to make arrangements in advance."

Xiaobai crawled out of Assistant Fang's pocket, saluted with his tail in a proper manner, and hissed: I protected them well and they were not hurt!

Duan Anluo gently stroked its cold head and praised it, "Great! For the next few days, you stay here and protect them."

Xiaobai had been searching for him for five hundred years, and even when he was starving to death, he never considered eating humans. And Xiaohei... they were both demons, so why was there such a huge difference?

Si Cang keenly sensed his depressed mood, took a step forward, and naturally took his two hands, tightly holding them in his warm palms, "Don't think too much, the number of people he has harmed is less than one hundred thousandth of the number you have saved."

Duan Anluo forced a smile, but still felt heavy and uncomfortable in his heart.

Si Cang continued, "You've saved so many lives, and you've been cultivating and accumulating merit. Only he's become like this, which shows that he's inherently evil. Even if you hadn't saved him, he wouldn't have died. And he never hurt anyone while he was with you. If you hadn't restrained him over the years, he would have committed murder long ago."

These words were like a breeze that blew away some of the gloom. Duan Anluo thought about it and realized that it made sense. He felt relieved.

"Let's face it together and solve this problem." Si Cang concluded with a calm tone, as if everything could be solved with him around.

"Yeah." Duan Anluo finally nodded and agreed, feeling much better.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Si Cang raised his hand and rubbed his hair habitually, "Start thinking about it now. I'll take you there when I finish the things at hand."

"Um."

Everyone present stared with their eyes wide in shock, finding it unbelievable. That cold-faced demon could actually be so patient in coaxing someone? And even so good at it?!

He deserves to have such a beautiful and capable wife! I'm so...envious.

As soon as Duan Anluo looked up, he met several fixed gazes and asked in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

Bai Ziyue immediately looked up at the ceiling and put his hands behind his back: "No, I didn't see anything."

Duan Anluo quickly gathered his thoughts. "The most urgent thing is to find what he hid in the mountains. Which city has mountains nearby and a population of around 30 million? There might be more than one mountain. He must have hidden those monsters in different mountain ranges. If those monsters are released, the consequences will be disastrous."

Assistant Fang immediately went to retrieve detailed maps and data.

Duan Anluo instructed again, "Bring paper and pen. The specific form of the Xiangwen Book may not be fully revealed, but I have seen a rough outline. I will draw it, and you can check the relevant ancient records."

He paused and looked at Bai Ziyue and Ling Feng: "Also, what kind of powerful person is that butler? What does he look like? Describe him in detail."

They were looking for a spot over there and drawing the map over here. The division of labor was clear. The president couldn't help, so he quickly served them tea and water.

Duan Anluo took the teacup and saw the flattery in the president's eyes. His heart softened, "Thank you."

The president smiled awkwardly. Xiao Duan looked so gentle when he was not angry, so why was he so scary when he was angry?

Duan Anluo had just put down his last stroke, outlining the ferocious outline of Xiang Wenshu's body on the paper, when Assistant Fang quickly approached with a tablet in hand, his expression solemn. "We've found it. There are five cities that meet the requirements of having nearby mountains and a population of approximately 30 million."

He projected the map, and five dots of light lit up. "Which one could it be? Also, are you sure Xiang Wenshu is telling the truth? Could this be misleading you?"

Duan Anluo stared at the map, pursed his lips, and shook his head: "I'm not completely sure."

Si Cang said firmly: "He is telling the truth."

Duan Anluo turned his head to look at him, a little puzzled: "How do you know? You're not a pervert, how can you guess his thoughts?"

Si Cang remained calm and answered seriously, "It's a man's intuition."

Duan Anluo couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Come on, men's intuition is usually not very accurate."

Assistant Fang rested his arm on Duan Anluo's shoulder and confidently stood by Si Cang's side. "Captain Si's intuition is definitely right this time. It's a man's intuition. I trust him."

Duan Anluo also wanted to roll his eyes at him, wondering where their confidence came from.

"I'll arrange for someone to check. By the way, can you predict which one it is?"

Duan Anluo calculated and shook his head, "I can't predict it. The other party concealed the secret. However, the fight just now was not in vain."

Duan Anluo spread out his palms, and a faint, cold, and tyrannical demonic aura lingered at his fingertips. "I took this opportunity to intercept a trace of his original aura. I'll use this as a lead to find his hiding place."

His voice turned cold. "I will avenge the murder of my servant!"

Si Cang reached out and gently covered his clenched fist, silently soothing his emotions.

Duan Anluo took a deep breath and continued, "He said that he left a trace of soul in the mountain. If he dies, the constraints there will disappear, and the monster will be released to kill people. He will then absorb the resentment and be resurrected."

He looked at the demonic energy at his fingertips and said, "Following this aura, we should be able to find what's hidden in the mountains."

Assistant Fang nodded. "I'll leave the investigation to you. Also, what kind of monster is it that can be revived by absorbing resentment?"

"This is your area of ​​expertise," Duan Anluo said with a curled mouth, "Go look up the information."

His expression suddenly changed. "Oh no! He knows my identity. My family, disciples, and grandchildren are in danger! I have to call and tell my brother not to go out recently."

Assistant Fang immediately made arrangements calmly: "I'll have people from the nearby guild go over to help. You should ask for leave for the next few days. The monk will guard the headquarters, and you and Captain Si will take Ling Feng and Bai Ziyue to search for things in the mountains."

He smiled and said firmly, "Don't worry, I'm behind you. Just charge forward, and leave all the logistics to me."

The president beside him couldn't help but remind him: "After we find it, I'm afraid the nearby cities are not safe either."

"Don't worry," Assistant Fang smiled faintly, "The other four members of the God Killing Team are already on their way back. As soon as they determine which mountain it is, they will immediately go to guard it."

The president was surprised: "When did this happen? How come I didn't know about it?"

"You know now." Assistant Fang patted the president's shoulder and said in a relaxed tone, "President, don't worry, we are very capable."

President: “…”

You guys are so capable, why do you feel like you've sidelined him?

Duan Anlang answered Duan Anluo's call, his brow furrowed slightly. Anluo's tone on the phone was tense, a rare occurrence for him. He hurriedly said it was urgent and asked him to return home immediately. He knew his brother well; he wouldn't act this way unless he was truly faced with a difficult situation.

It seems that the matter is very serious. Anluo used his real identity to hook a formidable opponent.

Duan Anlang suppressed his inner uneasiness, tried his best to keep his tone gentle, and said soothingly, "Okay, I'll leave after I finish arranging the matters at hand."

"Brother, someone will go to protect you. I have set up a formation at home. As long as you don't leave the house, you will be fine. I will deal with it as soon as possible."

"Be careful," Duan Anjian warned, "don't try to be brave."

"I understand. Don't worry."

Duan Anlang put away his phone, arranged everything, and set off immediately.

However, when his car drove out of the company gate, it stalled without any warning and stopped on the side of the road.

The driver repeatedly tried to start the engine, but it remained unresponsive. The driver and his bodyguard got out of the car to check, but found nothing amiss.

The driver and the accompanying bodyguard were a little at a loss, "Mr. Duan, I'll ask someone to change a car to pick you up."

At this moment, a black car with smooth lines slowly stopped nearby, and the bodyguards became alert instantly.

The car window rolled down, revealing a delicate face.

At the age of twenty-six or twenty-seven, her skin was as white as jade, her facial features were bright and elegant, her eyes were clear in black and white, and her long black hair was tied into a simple bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth and full forehead and graceful swan neck.

She said calmly, "Mr. Duan, do you need any help?"

Duan Anlang looked over when he heard the voice. The moment he saw the face clearly, his usually calm breathing stagnated slightly, and his fingertips subconsciously clenched.

The secretary beside her quickly and quietly introduced, "Mr. Duan, she's Ms. Chen, the only daughter of Mr. Chen from Dingsheng Group. She just returned from studying abroad and officially took over the company's business last month. We're currently negotiating several projects with them."

Duan Antang quickly collected himself, returning to his usual aloof and polite demeanor, nodding slightly. "No, thank you. We can just get another car."

He looked away, his heart silent: no matter how similar they looked, without the memory of the past, it wasn't her. Moreover, anyone who came into contact with him now might be implicated by him, so it was better to keep his distance.

Seeing his straightforward refusal, Chen Wenshan's eyes flashed with a subtle sense of disappointment, but she still maintained a decent smile: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore."

She whispered to the driver, "Let's go to the company."

Interestingly, just as her car drove away, Duan Anlang's "strike" car miraculously returned to normal and started easily.

No one noticed that in the shadow under the back seat, a little snow-white fox helplessly patted its forehead with its little paws and sighed softly.

Grandpa Yue Lao, I have tried my best, but my lover is as hard as iron. Even when the thread of fate is handed to him, he won’t take it.

If the boss really smashes your statue, you can't blame me.

Also, it will send a message to the boss: There is a woman who looks exactly like the sister-in-law you described, but she was rejected by your brother.

Chen Wenshan, who had already left, gradually became lost in thought. Duan Anjian looked exactly like the man in her dream.

After seeing the message, Duan Anluo said: Rejected???

Duan Anluo was already furious, and he almost exploded after seeing this news.

Okay, wait a minute. Once he has dealt with that bastard Xiang Wenshu, he will go and vent his anger on my sister-in-law!

In the days since Xiang Wenshu disappeared, supernatural incidents have exploded, with an impact even greater than before, and the news cannot be suppressed at all.

There are many posts online discussing this issue. Netizen A: "I feel like my dad is possessed by something. His personality has completely changed. Where can I find someone to take a look? Does anyone know anyone who can help me?"

Netizen B: Did you know about the car accident south of the stadium last night? It's said there was a little girl in red riding barefoot in the car before the accident. Someone got off early because of diarrhea and escaped, but everyone else died.

Netizen C: Don't mention it. I experienced it myself last night and I'm still recovering from it. Last night, I finished overtime and took the last bus home, around 11:00. It was just me, the driver, and an elderly man dozing off in the back row.

As we were driving, I suddenly felt very cold. I looked up and saw an older woman sitting next to me. She had her head down and her hat pulled down low. I could even smell a... moldy smell from her, like an old book that had gotten damp.

She turned her head and smiled at me. Her face was bluish-gray, and most importantly, she had no shadow! The car lights shone on her, and there was nothing under her feet!

I was so scared that I froze. Only after she got out of the car did I dare to breathe deeply!

Netizen D: Holy crap! Our neighborhood security guard said they've been seeing someone in a red raincoat wandering around downstairs late at night. They don't enter the building, just walk around the flowerbed. There's nothing underneath the raincoat! The thing is, three months ago, a girl in a red raincoat jumped from a building in our building due to relationship problems and died in the flowerbed!

Netizen E: Urgent! Is there a skilled craftsman out there? My child's doll has been acting weird lately. It's supposed to be smiling, but the corners of its mouth have been drooping for the past couple of days. I tried to sew it back on, but it falls off again overnight.

Last night when I got up to go to the bathroom, I thought I heard crying in the child's room. I took a peek and saw that the baby's eyes were flashing green in the dark, staring straight at my daughter.

A faint red mark has appeared around my child's neck, as if he'd been strangled... What should I do? Should I just burn it? Will that get me into more trouble?

…

Even if professionals delete the news, control the comments, and send people to the scene to solve the problem after seeing it, there is still a momentum that cannot be suppressed, and news in this regard keeps coming out.

Some victims are becoming increasingly agitated: "Another case of hypochondria? Another case of climatic malice? This is a lie!" My father is one of the victims. Before he passed out, he kept shouting, "I'm moving in the mirror." Now he's awake, but he's dazed and confused. What else can the authorities do besides cover it up? Who still believes this rhetoric?

Comment 1: I agree with the above. What we need is not a cover-up, but a response! Tell us how to prevent it and where to seek help! This will only make the rumors worse!

Comment 2: To be honest, I would rather believe the protection tips from those so-called "masters" on the Internet. At least they are still trying to explain and solve the problem, while the official will only say "it doesn't exist."

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Everyone in the guild was so busy they wished they could be split in three. After continuous, high-intensity combat, many people could only get three or four hours of sleep at night. After three days, their eye sockets were sunken and they had generally lost weight.

The call for help poured into the headquarters office like a death warrant, with only one core demand: More people! Reinforcements!

The president couldn't sit still anymore. He slammed his hand on the table, shaking the teacup. "I'll go get it!"

Although the guild was jointly established by the four major families, who provided manpower and money, it has always been secretly supported by the state behind the scenes.

This type of supernatural event has never been made public, and accordingly, the deployment of many cutting-edge resources has been subject to many restrictions.

As the guild's most visible and highest manager, the guild president decided to risk it all and knock on that door on behalf of the entire guild - demanding authority, support, and even more importantly, weapons and equipment that could save his life!

He took off his carefully groomed wig, revealing his sparse Mediterranean head. He hadn't shaved for several days, and his gray stubble stood out messily. He was not trying to be pitiful on purpose, but he really didn't have time to dress himself up.

Coupled with the fact that he changed into an old coat that was washed out, he instantly looked ten years older.

As soon as he entered the solemn office, the president sat down without waiting for the other party to be polite, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders began to shake violently.

He peered through his fingers at the stunned expression on the leader opposite him, and spoke in a hoarse voice, tears welling up in his eyes: "They're too young... They were all good kids... Xiao Chen, who died in the last mission, was only 22 years old... If he had had decent armor, the monster wouldn't have been able to hurt him at all! His parents fainted from crying several times..."

The leader tried to comfort her: "We understand how you feel. Let's talk it over. Don't cry yet..."

The guild leader suddenly looked up, tears streaming down his face, not giving the other party a chance to finish. "Understand? What's the use of just understanding? If you don't have it ready-made, can you make it for us? We don't fight people, we only fight those filthy creatures! If you can make those detection instruments, you can definitely make weapons too!"

He became increasingly excited as he spoke, even going so far as to speak with a certain recklessness and insolence: "Ion cannons, laser swords, spiritual missile machine guns!" The president asked for everything Duan Anluo mentioned, "We need all of them. We want whatever you give us!"

The leader opposite him frowned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Is this stuff useful for you in daily life?"

The president ignored all this. He tremblingly took out a stack of photos from his pocket and spread them out on the polished desk one by one. His fingers trembled violently with excitement.

He picked up the top one, which showed a boy wearing training clothes and a bright smile.

"This one, a young disciple from Qinghu Mountain, was only nine years old and in the third grade. While trying to save a classmate, he was bitten to death by a monster possessed by an evil spirit." He choked, almost unable to continue, and pointed to another one. "This one, twelve years old, a very talented young man, died last year, sacrificing himself to save his fellow disciples."

The president was not that sad at first, but after seeing the photos of the two children, he couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. Now he was shaking with heartache without any acting at all.

These two photos of young faces, coupled with the president's sorrowful voice and the real data of sacrifices, made the leaders silent, with genuine heartache on their faces.

As spiritual energy revives, events become more frequent and levels rise, and these sacrifices are a cold and cruel reality.

The president wiped his face with his sleeve, his face full of snot and tears, and looked at the other party: "It doesn't matter if you don't approve it today. I'll come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and every day! Until they have a weapon to save their lives!"

The office fell into a brief silence, and the leader's eyes once again swept over the photos of the sacrificed teenagers and the heavy casualty report on the table.

The cold data in the report and the president's hot tears intertwined, pointing to an unavoidable fact: spiritual energy is becoming increasingly unstable, and the revival of the supernatural is becoming more and more frequent, which has already affected the lives of ordinary people.

Combined with the report the guild sent yesterday, the threat level of this supernatural incident is estimated to be far greater than in the past. Once it gets out of control, millions or even tens of millions of innocent people will be affected.

This is no longer just a problem for the guild itself, but a potential disaster that affects the safety of the city, so we must make plans early.

The leader said seriously, "I will do my best to apply to my superiors for special arrangements. I will mobilize all available scientific research and technical resources to develop and equip you with a batch of special weapons specifically designed to target psychic energy as quickly as possible."

The president wiped away his tears in surprise. It was actually coming!

If he had known he could have it, he would have come earlier. Why would he wait until now?!

On Duan Anluo's side, he twisted the wisp of demonic energy extracted from Xiang Wenshu with his fingertips and followed it all the way to the foot of the mountains.

But just as they were about to enter the mountain pass, the evil spirit was cut off by an invisible pair of scissors and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"This bastard!" Duan Anluo couldn't help but curse, his face darkening.

Either Xiang Wenshu was keenly aware of the tracking, or the other party had already figured out his background and set up interference in advance.

What we can be sure of now is that the monsters are hiding in the two mountains in front of us.

Duan Anluo took a deep breath of the cool mountain air. It was time to try his luck again.

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