Two days after the abandoned hospital incident.

In a dark room, a group of "strange-looking" guys gathered together.

The reason why they are called "weird" is because the features of these guys are really too strange.

Many of these people even failed to maintain their human appearance. A few of them basically had animals' heads on and wore inappropriate grey suits. Others simply wore their flight attendant's dresses over their bodies, revealing most of their grey hairy legs.

These are a group of psychopaths who would be kicked out by waiters even at a casual dance party with the excuse that "at least you should wear formal clothes". They almost have the word "pervert" written all over them.

At the same time, there are also alien species gathered around Morning Wind City.

Because alien species come from urban legends, distortions of human thinking and reason, their forms are mostly wild growth that fits the story.

Some creators may even think that when creating a guy, they can just give it a random appearance, and the result is that the distorted alien species also looks quite random...

Each of them is a monster that grew up in urban legends, and some are original humans who have been polluted and distorted. At the same time, without exception, they are all a group of "monsters".

Even among all the alien species nearby, these people are butchers with their hands stained with thick blood.

The vast majority of the alien species present were of "dangerous" level, with a few being special "ordinary".

Normally, the Countermeasures Bureau would send out men to attack these monsters if they were seen alone. But now, they were all sitting quietly on both sides of the table, staring at the head seat at the round table like kindergarten children waiting for candy.

There is only one reason why they are so well behaved.

That is the "disaster" sitting on the first seat.

Only the most powerful being that is superior to other alien species can gather these guys in one place with a strong iron fist, and at the same time prevent these crazy psychopaths from tearing off each other's thighs because of a trivial matter.

Absolute power creates supreme authority. This may not be true in other places, but in Morningwind City, it is an iron rule that has long been engraved in the hearts of all monsters! At this moment, the powerful being is lazily leaning on the recliner, with silver hair spreading down like a galaxy, all the way to the hem of her skirt.

The long skirt that fits her body curves makes her posture look as graceful as a sculpture in a poem or painting, with a hint of interest in the haziness. The skirt lifts her knees, flows down along her calves, and wraps up her entire lower body.

At the same time, her trembling legs were wrapped tightly without any flaws.

The "disaster" sitting in the first seat, the "witch" from Yanzhou City - Chris Chalaktu now feels very embarrassed.

Even though several days had passed, she would still tremble with fear when she thought of the last scene in her memory of howling winds, thunder, and the night sky as if cut by a silver-white streak.

Because of this, she even had to change her taste in clothing - in the past, she preferred to wear short skirts and slightly revealing half-shoulder clothes, but now she has to wear long skirts that are thick enough to cover her thighs...

There was no way, my legs were shaking all the time and I didn’t dare let anyone notice.

That damn prophet...

Taking a deep breath, the witch turned her attention back to the useless people sitting at the table.

All the aliens sitting around the round table noticed the witch's gaze, and their hearts subconsciously tightened.

They are like the students in high school who are about to be called by the teacher. Whenever the teacher says, "I want to pick a student to answer the question," these guys can't help but lower their heads, sincerely hoping that the missile will blow the teacher into the sky the next second.

But unfortunately, reality cannot be changed according to the will of others.

In the atmosphere of everyone being terrified and cautious, the witch said leisurely: "Do you know why I called you here?"

No one spoke.

This time it wasn’t because I was afraid to speak, but because I was really confused.

They were originally happily dismembering humans, or playing the exciting "only one can survive" game, but suddenly they were brought to this place by the witch in a daze, without even having time to change their clothes.

So they really don't know.

The witch also knew that they didn't know, but she wanted to know what they knew.

So she spoke again and answered her previous question: "The reason I came to you is very simple."

Her narrow eyes scanned everyone present one by one, and there was no emotion in her voice: "In this city, an enemy of mine has appeared."

"I know you have lived in this city for a while, and you probably know it very well," the witch tapped her fingers on the table, "so I need you to tell me if anything strange has happened in this place recently."

Huh? All the monsters present looked at each other subconsciously, and saw confusion and doubt in each other's eyes.

Recently...it seems like nothing big has happened recently?

Morningwind City is still peaceful and stable. I can happily cook for humans every day and avoid the annoying Countermeasures Bureau at the same time.

Apart from that, it seems like nothing really happened. It was so calm that one couldn't help but shout "love and peace".

Unfortunately, this was not the answer the witch wanted.

She looked at everyone present and saw that no one seemed to want to speak, so she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"It seems that I need to use some special means." She gently picked up a smooth and round jade with her fingers, and the jade spun rapidly in her hand. "Or do you think your mouth is harder than the stone in my hand?"

Aaaaa! The aliens present reacted immediately, their legs softened, and they kicked the chairs under their seats away almost at the same time, kneeling on the ground.

Their movements are so uniform, so sharp and efficient, and their sliding kneeling postures are so skillful that people begin to reflect on whether it is their own fault.

"Ms. Witch, we really haven't done anything lately!"

"Yes, Miss Witch, even the referee can't judge us, because we are really pure and good alien species!"

"That's right, we work diligently and fearlessly every day to contribute to the obstruction of the Countermeasures Bureau. We have made contributions to all alien species and shed blood for the big family!"

Looking at these shameful guys, the witch began to wonder if she had chosen the wrong person.

In the end, despite repeated threats and inducements, the witch still failed to get any meaningful information from these people.

This made the witch feel even more frightened.

"That old guy went so deep?" The witch's legs began to tremble again, "Asshole, asshole!"

She felt a little aggrieved. She just wanted to get some seeds, open a small prison, and release some petty criminals. Why were there always so many people trying to stop her?

In order to achieve her goal, she even openly tore up the ancient oath that few people followed, and at the same time carefully acted as a judge and observer...

I didn't expect that even so, I would still be interrupted by others while trying to retrieve the mask, and even had to recall the tragic experience!

The witch's face was pale and sad.

She stopped those chattering monsters and said tiredly, "I know, you don't need to elaborate."

"Anyway, you guys should keep a close eye on things around here. I'll send you my phone number," the witch said. "If anything special happens, be sure to call me."

As she spoke, she wrote down her private phone number for these guys to memorize and circulate.

After everyone had memorized it, the witch waved her hand and said, "Go back first. By the way, the 'Corpse Man' stays."

In fact, the "Zombie Man" is not called this name. This is the code name given to it by the Countermeasures Bureau, but the witch forgot what this guy is called, so she can only call it this.

All the alien species were eager to leave as soon as possible, and after hearing the witch's words, they immediately ran away.

Even now, they still don't understand why the witch captured them.

The "corpse man" didn't understand either.

As an "ordinary" level creature, the appearance of the Zombie Man does look very ordinary - it is a guy carrying a coffin, wearing a gray cloak and whose face cannot be seen clearly.

The corpse left behind by the witch looked at the witch and said in a voice without any intonation: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

As a guy who deals with corpses, the corpse-raiser's personality is similar to that of the corpses.

The witch didn't care. She just looked at the corpse and said after a pause, "I have a question to ask."

"Do you know if anyone around here... died within half a month?"

The witch said, "Or, is there a missing body nearby?"

Corpse?

The corpse was slightly startled.

The witch asked what this was for. After thinking for a while, it said, "I'm not sure."

"But if you want, I can send my derivative out to gather information," it said, "and you can check it out then."

Hearing this, the witch nodded slightly: "Very good."

"Make sure you find out if there are any missing bodies around here. I want to know all the information about that guy, including his date of birth and life experience," she said with a cold face. "Once I am sure the news is true, I will recommend you to be my assistant referee."

Assistant referee?! After hearing this news, even the dull-witted zombies couldn't help but get excited.

It bowed deeply to the witch: "I understand. I will definitely do my best!"

As the manipulator of corpses, the master of the dead.

The corpse-raiser is completely sure that he can definitely find the information the witch wants!

Looking at the zombies leaving, the witch's hand gently stroked the table.

As the sun set and the night darkened, her face became increasingly gloomy until she was completely hidden in the deep darkness.