On the second floor of an uninhabited building, across a street, you can just see Lu Zhuang's hiding place across the street.
The scene on the second floor can be simply summarized as follows.
A secret room, four big men in black, tied up, an unconscious female investigator (crossed out) and a female detective...
【Name: Zhao Jing】
Age: 23
【Root bone: Kangjindao bone. 】
【Realm: Observe the Nine Apertures of the Spirit.】
[Destiny: Purple with Black]
[Evaluation: The chief constable of the Northern Suburbs Yamen, who was taught by the Great Constable of the Imperial Capital. She hates evil as much as anyone and is as brave as any man. She is extremely talented and ranks 25th among the Hidden Dragons. However, because of her overly upright character, she was demoted to the Northern Suburbs, where she became frustrated and unhappy.]
[Recent experience: I have repeatedly reported the matter of the Demon Summoning Cult, but it has not attracted the attention of my superiors. So after tracking it for many days, I finally found Lu Zhuang as a starting point. I wanted to use this person to track down the root of the problem, but I was surrounded. ]
"He's not just an ordinary detective."
Li Mo confirmed his idea and felt a little headache.
"Does this count as kidnapping an official?"
Murong Xiao ate watermelon until his mouth was full of blood.
Huang Donglai said helplessly: "Who told her not to listen to our explanation?"
".....We are dressed like this, and you are beating and poisoning us at the same time, who would listen to you!"
"This is what Brother Li taught me. Poison does not need to be colorless and tasteless, but it must blend into the environment and be hard to guard against. That's why I created this Five Poison Fist."
“….”
Li Mo felt that if it were him, he probably would not listen to any explanation.
Not only just now, but it won’t happen now!
"We are pretending to be members of the Demonic Cult, not really members of the Demonic Cult."
Li Mo emphasized.
"What else does Brother Li need to remind me of?"
Huang Donglai, Xiao Qin and Murong Xiao nodded.
"Well, wake her up and explain everything."
Crash——
Xiao Qin poured a basin of water on him and gave him a bath on the spot.
Li Mo: “?”
Something seems wrong.
It's more like torturing a prisoner!
“Hmm….”
Zhao Jing shuddered suddenly and sat up in shock from her dying illness. She opened her eyes and saw the surroundings and her current situation. She was almost frightened to death again.
She gritted her teeth, and humiliation appeared on her heroic face:
"You shameless, despicable people! I won't say anything! Kill me if you can!"
"....." The gangster spoke excitedly.
"Calm down for a moment."
Li Mo released the Taiyin Soul.
The moon is shrouded in its clear light, and an air of tranquility and peace flows through it.
Zhao Jing's excitement was calmed down, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes. This divine will was somewhat similar to Fairy Han's. How could someone from the Demon Cult have such a spirit?
"You are the ones who came to contact Lu Zhuang, right? You dispatched four people in the God-Viewing Realm at once, which is really cautious..."
"No, we are here to investigate the Demon Summoning Cult as well."
"Hehe, it's already this time, don't..."
Zhao Jing stopped talking abruptly and stared blankly at the opposite side.
“But I didn’t expect that when we arrived, Lu Zhuang was already dead.”
Li Mo took off his hood.
Anyone who saw the projection of the Jiangshan Shejitu yesterday will be familiar with this face.
Hammer Bully?
It's just that Li Mo is wearing a black robe and just laughed, which is a bit strange...
"You should know me. This is Huang Donglai. He is the one you just fought with. He is also known as the Flying Poison Two-Faced Turtle. His methods are indeed... unconventional."
"This is Xiao Qin, also a disciple of my Qingyuan Sect."
"This bald donkey is the master of love burial..."
"?"
Murong Xiao's face flushed, and he was about to say something, but he found that Zhao Jing was looking at him at this time, so he could only reveal a hideous smile with a mouth full of watermelon juice.
"Hello, I am Zang Ai, a disciple of the Hanging Temple."
"Then why are you wearing the clothes of the demon sect members and speaking like humans?"
Zhao Jing was confused. The CPU showed signs of overheating.
"This is to conceal our tracks. We were waiting for Lu Zhuang's contact to avoid alerting the enemy. We just took advantage of the situation, but we didn't expect to wait for you first..."
Li Mo recounted the whole story at a very fast pace.
Zhao Jing finally understood everything and nodded, "So that's it, it was a misunderstanding..."
But then she wondered again:
"The Hidden Dragon Conference is approaching, why are you wasting your energy tracking down the Divine Power Powder?"
"The divine power is harmful to people, so it should be destroyed. Aren't we the same kind of people?"
Young gentleman Li said with righteousness.
Facing this handsome and sunny face, Zhao Jing felt that she could not refute and was even a little moved.
then.
The four-member group of the Demon Summoning Cult's Beast Hall became a group of five.
While discussing the countermeasures for the future, several people were quietly waiting for the contact person to appear.
An hour later, people were coming and going on the street.
Suddenly, a peddler carrying a shoulder pole appeared on the street corner. It must be said that he was disguised very well.
Unfortunately, under the eyes of God, nothing can escape.
"That person is from the Blood Refining Hall of the Demon Summoning Cult."
"Don't act rashly, and do everything according to plan."
......
The other side.
Buyun Tower.
Ying Bing slept a full night last night for the first time ever, in order to get enough rest and get himself into the best condition.
She changed into the Taiyin Liuxian skirt, took out the Jie Shen Jade, lowered her eyes for a moment, and decided to find a secluded and deserted place to use it again.
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