"Hey, what are the dean and Ah Zhu doing?"

Behind the glass window of the hospital, a group of nurses gathered together, curiously looking at Ah Zhu who was dancing strangely in front of Lin Qiye in the courtyard.

"I don't know... Is he pole dancing for the dean?" A knowledgeable 'mysterious' nurse asked doubtfully.

"Pole dancing? What is that?"

"It's... eh, it's a very new thing."

"Dean has this habit?"

“…”

In the courtyard,

Ah Zhu, whose limbs were waving constantly, suddenly woke up!

“The big windmill is creaking... huh?” Lin Qiye, who was singing enthusiastically, suddenly froze when he saw Ah Zhu suddenly come to his senses.

Ah Zhu scratched his head in confusion and looked around. "Dean, what happened to me just now? I feel so weird..."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment and gave him a complicated look.

"It's okay, nothing happened... Go and get busy."

After sending Ah Zhu away, Lin Qiye stood alone in the yard, lost in thought.

Just now when he was activating the [Soul Control Song], he clearly felt that with the strength of his soul, he could still control Ah Zhu for a long time, but for some reason, Ah Zhu woke up.

After thinking it over, Lin Qiye came up with only one possibility...

I sang a certain part of the lyrics out of tune.

"This thing is more troublesome to use than I thought..." Lin Qiye sighed helplessly.

Judging from this situation, I have to find more time to practice singing, otherwise when I go to the battlefield, if I sing out of tune accidentally, all the dominated souls will become conscious again.

Lin Qiye did not try the ability of [Soul Domination Song] again, but directly returned his consciousness to the real world.

At this moment, a melodious cell phone ringtone sounded at the bedside.

"Hello? Commander Zuo?"

“…”

"To headquarters? Now?"

“…”

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Qiye hung up the phone, put on his coat, and flew directly towards the Night Watch headquarters under the cover of night.

…

A few minutes later.

Night Watch Headquarters in Shangjing City.

Knock knock knock!

"Come in." Zuo Qing's voice sounded from the office.

Lin Qiye opened the door, walked straight to the desk, and spoke seriously:

"Commander Zuo, is there an emergency mission? Our team is on standby in Shangjing City and can set off at any time!"

"No hurry, no hurry." Zuo Qing took a sip of tea slowly and pointed at the chair across the table with his chin, "Sit down first."

Seeing this, Lin Qiye sat obediently in his seat, waiting for Zuo Qing to speak.

"Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you first." Zuo Qing seemed to have remembered something, "There's a letter from the Heavenly Court, they are willing to lend you the Holy Spring as a reward for your meritorious service. Yang Jian has already gone down to the mortal world this afternoon and brought Jia Lan and the 'Future Goddess' to the Heavenly Court, you can rest assured."

When Lin Qiye saw this, a huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"That's good."

"Regarding the mission... there is none for now."

"No mission yet?" Lin Qiye asked suspiciously, "It shouldn't be like this. Shouldn't the special team's missions be very intensive? What's more, we have the special function of walking in the fog..."

"The situation is different now. Most of the major kingdoms in the mist have been destroyed. The remaining temples have closed themselves off from external affairs. Olympus has also been severely damaged. Daxia is now in a peaceful period, and there shouldn't be any major events in the short term...

As for some of the 'mysterious' riots in Daxia, we can easily deal with them with the two teams of [Phoenix] and [Medium], as well as many human ceilings."

Lin Qiye was a little puzzled when he heard this.

"In that case, then call me here today..."

"Although you don't have a mission, you still have other things to do." Zuo Qing handed a red-marked map to Lin Qiye, "After you go back, ask the other team members to pack up and go to this place."

"Island? Why are you going there?"

"We were there, preparing for a training camp."

"Training?" Lin Qiye was stunned. "Are there new recruits?"

"I'm not asking you to train the new recruits...it's you who need to undergo intensive training." Zuo Qing took a sip of tea leisurely.

"Our training?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise, "But... we have become a special team, why do we still need training? What should we train? Who will train us? Will it be Senior Sword Saint?"

Facing Lin Qiye's barrage of questions, Zuo Qing shook his head and spoke calmly.

"It's not Zhou Ping this time... You'll know the details when you get there."

Zuo Qing was unwilling to reveal more information, so Lin Qiye could only leave the Night Watch headquarters full of doubts.

…

"Training? Us?!"

After hearing Lin Qiye's retelling, everyone in the Night Team was a little confused.

"The special team still needs to undergo intensive training? Why have I never heard of it..." Cao Yuan frowned slightly.

"I feel like the training camp is pretty good." Fatty Baili chuckled, "The last time we trained together was with Senior Sword Saint. Although we suffered a lot, it was still pretty fun... It's better than staying here and playing cards every day."

An Qingyu nodded slightly, "I agree, but... I'm still a little curious, who are the people who are training us this time?"

"Excluding the Sword Saint Senior, the only people who can train special teams are probably those ceilings or the Great Xia God."

"It's unlikely that the Great Xia God is here. If the Great Xia God is here to train us, our destination this time won't be an island, but a sacred mountain or fairy cave in heaven."

“Is that the human ceiling?”

“… Never mind, let’s go first and talk about it later. Since it was arranged by Commander Zuo, he can’t treat us unfairly.”

Everyone quickly packed up and left Shangjing at dawn.

…

"Commander Zuo, they are leaving."

In the commander-in-chief's office, a night watchman wearing a dark red cloak stood in front of the table and spoke quickly.

"Okay, I understand." Zuo Qing stopped writing, "You can go out first."

As the office door closed, Zuo Qing slowly stood up and walked to the reception room at the back of the office. An old man in a white robe and white beard was sitting on a black sofa, holding a chess piece between his fingertips, staring at the chessboard in front of him in a daze.

"Grandpa."

Zuo Qing's voice drew Jiang Ziya's attention back to reality. He put the chess piece on his fingertips back into the chess basket.

"They left?"

"Hmm." Zuo Qing was silent for a moment, but still asked what was on his mind, "Is all this... really necessary?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head, "This matter was not decided by me, but by that person...

Since he arranged this, he must have his reasons, we just need to trust him."

Zuo Qing's gaze fell on the intricate chessboard, and after a long time, he sighed helplessly.

…

…

Sanjiu announced something.

After a period of continuous recording and observation, as well as a large number of fan experiments, Sanjiu decided to withdraw from the voting for the "Golden Panda" Online Literature Award, and everyone no longer needs to vote.

I won’t go into detail about the specific reasons, but I would like to thank every fan for their enthusiastic voting and support during this period!

I will try my best to update more in the next few days to repay your hard work. Thank you~~