The next day, before the cock crowed, Sangque had already gotten up and practiced swordplay in the yard as usual.

Kou Yushan next door also got up early and practiced boxing in the yard to strengthen his body.

At the time of cockcrow, the two finished their practice one after the other. Through the courtyard wall, Sang Que told Kou Yushan that he wanted Xia Chan to go to school.

Kou Yushan took on this task. After all, according to the household registration documents, he was Xia Chan's uncle, and he was now mainly responsible for patrolling the city, so he could go to the school to pick up Xia Chan for lunch at noon.

Sang Que now completely regards Xia Chan as her own sister. She expressed her gratitude to Kou Yushan, went back to the house, dragged Xia Chan and Xuan Yu out of bed to wash them, and reminded the person and the cat of the things to pay attention to on the first day of school, and asked Xia Chan to practice introducing herself.

After finishing the work, Xia Chan happily took Xuan Yu and Kou Yushan out to have breakfast and go to school.

Sang Que went back to the house and changed into the black suit he usually wore. He had no makeup on, only a silver hairpin on his head. He did not carry a bow but only a sword. He put the mask of the Night Walker in a cloth bag across his body, and hung the badge on his waist. He went out in a neat and tidy manner.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Que kicked Xue Er to the ground.

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He Buning got off the horse and threw the reins to Xiao Wu. "Quality is more important than quantity in a military. Women are not necessarily inferior to men."

Xue Er spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth. Seeing Sang Que standing there calmly and shaking his wrist, his anger rose to his head.

He Buning had been busy all night and had even had a bloodletting last night. He looked pale and weak at the moment and didn't want to argue with Cui Cheng.

After saying that, Cui Cheng laughed and walked towards the Evil Suppression Bureau. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, a man flew over from the side.

Their eyes met and sparks flew.

Cui Cheng was over forty years old and had only one arm, but he still walked as fast as a dragon and a tiger, with as much imposingness as a mountain. When he saw He Bu Ning from afar, he laughed out loud, his voice as loud as a bell.

He was prepared this time. Although he only had one arm left, his moves and strength were indeed quite impressive.

People who often come into contact with evil spirits are naturally emotionally unstable, impulsive and irritable. Xue Er's words instantly ignited the anger of some of the day travelers around them. They looked at each other and attacked Sang Que one after another.

Sang Que didn't recognize the official uniform of the Xuan Dynasty. She thought about it and believed that the person who was hung here must be someone related to the Evil Suppression Division, so the person in this portrait could only be the Prime Minister of the Xuan Dynasty who was loved by the people, Zuo Jinye.

Xue Er felt humiliated in public and thought that he was caught off guard. He immediately got up, pulled out the silver hairpin that was stuck in his face, and hit Sang Que in a rage.

Sang Que stood at the threshold of the entrance and watched the day messengers inside lighting incense and kowtowing before the portrait. She really didn't expect that the check-in was done in this way.

When Xue Er saw Cui Cheng clearly, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he looked towards the checkpoint with a guilty conscience.

"Keep your mouth clean!"

"Oh, you are the night prostitute chosen by Captain He himself. We thought you were a female demon, but you turned out to be so pretty. Are you Captain He's lover? What's so good about him? Why don't you just follow me, your brother?"

As expected, the Taoist priest is the Taoist God and the monk is the Longevity Buddha.

Cui Cheng raised his foot and kicked the man away, rolling several meters away. He waited for him to take a closer look.

On the first day of work, she was supposed to wear the uniform of the Night Patrol, but yesterday Yu Da specifically asked her to wear casual clothes because he wanted to take her to deal with evil spirits in several households in the city. He meant to teach him the exorcism techniques of the Exorcism Bureau in actual combat.

The brass badge with the words "Night Patrol" written on it around the black-clothed girl's waist was shining and pierced Cui Cheng's eyes fiercely.

He Buning and Xiao Wu rode back to the city on horseback. When they arrived at the gate of the Evil Suppression Division, they happened to meet Cui Cheng, the day tour captain who came to report for duty.

"You should exercise more if you have nothing to do. You look so weak."

When Sangque looked at him, he was also looking at Sangque, and found that the bronze token of the Night Messenger was hanging on Sangque's waist, and he was happy.

"Ka!" There was a sound of broken bones. Before Xue Er could even scream, everyone's eyes blurred. Two muffled bangs and a flash of silver light passed by.

Cui Cheng continued to laugh, "Isn't he just a ghost walker? Aren't you afraid that the ghost walker's evil spirit will backfire and harm other people? I, Cui Cheng, look down on people like you who only rely on external forces. Without the power of evil spirits, you are useless."

"Little pretty boy, I heard that you even recruit girls as young as sixteen or seventeen for your night tours. Are you so short of people? Why don't you beg me and I will assign two people to you."

Sang Que had twisted Xue Er's broken hand behind his back, kicked him in the leg to make him kneel on the ground, stepped on his back, and with his other hand grabbed Xue Er's hair to lift his face up.

On Xue Er’s face, a bloodstained silver hairpin pierced through his left cheek and stabbed out from his right cheek! “Ah! Ah——”

Cui Cheng walked up and slapped He Buning twice with his palm as big as a palm fan, but He Buning stood firm and did not move.

*Outside the gate of the Evil Suppression Office.

There were more than a dozen people on their day trip, but they were all defeated by a little girl? !

"What?" Xue Er laughed blatantly and stretched out his hand to touch Sang Que's face, "Your voice is like a cat's. I wonder if it can make sounds on the bed..."

Sang Que looked expressionlessly at Xue Er, who was dark and strong with a lewd look in his eyes.

"Brother Xue, don't scare people away. Captain He is here to cause trouble for you, hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the day tour envoys gathered around and looked at Sangque like a monkey.

"Xue Er! What are you doing, you bastard? Who gave you two holes on your face?"

She looked up into the house. The one in the middle of the three paintings was higher than the two next to it. It showed a middle-aged man wearing a red official uniform, with a beard and a dignified appearance.

“Hahaha~”

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Sangque observed secretly and found that there were two Taoists among these day envoys, no monks, and the others looked like ordinary people.

The day tour envoys lined up at the door. There were fireworks inside and three paintings hung above.

"Girl, where did you come from? Can you please get out of here?"

However, he was still a little inferior to Sang Que, who was trained in modern fighting and grappling techniques. After just two moves, Sang Que grabbed his other arm.

The next moment, the sight froze.

Xue Er screamed in pain, and the people around him stepped back in shock, their eyes widened in astonishment. They didn't expect Sang Que to be so quick and cruel! Sang Que's eyes were cold and fierce, and he exuded a terrifying murderous aura. "Remember, my name is Sang Mulan!"

Before the hour of Chen, Sang Que arrived at the Evil Suppression Division. Many people wearing the uniforms of the daily envoys were coming from all directions and were walking in.

Crack! The sound of broken bones that made people's teeth ache rang out again, and Sang Que slapped Xue Er in the face. The palm wind was so strong that Xue Er fell to the ground directly.

On the left and right sides of the prime minister's painting are portraits of a Taoist priest and a monk respectively, but neither the Taoist priest nor the monk shows their faces. The Taoist priest is shown from behind, and the monk's face is hidden in the light of the halo behind his head.

Before he could finish his words, Sang Que's eyes became fierce and he grabbed Xue Er's outstretched hand and twisted it.

An unpleasant voice came from behind her. Sang Que turned around and saw a dark and strong man in his late twenties standing behind her with an impatient look on his face, trying to cut in line.

"What are you guys still standing there for? Do you want a bitch from the night tour to ride on our day tour and shit on us? She clearly came to our place of duty today on purpose to cause trouble!"

Sang Que lowered his eyes and saw that the man had a white mask of the Sun Traveler and a silver token hanging on his waist.

Sangque followed them and entered the gate. To the left, there was a place similar to a temple, which was where the daily report of the Riyoushi was held.

Cui Cheng narrowed his eyes and turned around to see the people gathered at the entrance of the check-in office groaning and screaming, and falling down in large numbers. In the blink of an eye, only a black-clothed girl with eyes as sharp as knives, sweat all over her head, and panting was left among them.

When He Buning walked in, he also happened to see this scene. He glanced at Xue Er, who couldn't even get up because his arms were broken, and said softly, "The people selected by Captain Cui, tsk tsk~ Give them more training, they look so weak."

Puff! Xiaowu, who is always calm and serious, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Cui Cheng clenched his back teeth suddenly, how could this be possible!

And...it might be later...

(End of this chapter)