Bagui Province, Nanming City.

In an old neighborhood, the night is dark and the old-fashioned street lamps cast a goose-down halo.

For a border city with poor economic development and bad public security, there is really nothing worth lingering about at night. The income is low, there are few places with bright lights and nightlife, and it is not safe to go out at night.

If women go out at night, they are likely to be pointed a gun at the back of their belts by gangsters. Men don't have to worry about this, but they may be hit in the waist.

The community was quiet and the residents had gone to bed early.

Suddenly, a stray cat in the community made a sharp cry, breaking the silence of the night.

In a simple and shabby rental house in a certain building, a homeless person was suddenly awakened. He quickly got up, turned on the light, walked barefoot to the window, carefully opened a gap in the curtains, and looked at the community in the quiet night.

There was no one in the community, and the green plants were quietly bathed in the glow of the street lamps.

But the wanderers on earth knew that there were uninvited guests in the community, and a large group of them.

Cats are his spies, and he has implanted in them the hostile emotion of "getting anxious and screaming when seeing a large number of strangers". Animals and plants are often

It is often overlooked, but it is also the best guard.

At this time, the stray cats stopped calling and the community returned to peace.

The wandering human being standing behind the curtain was shrunk. If a group of strangers entering the community might be a coincidence, then the wild cat stopped calling, allowing him to confirm that the group of people were official travelers.

Manipulating animals is the specialty of the wood demon, and a group of official travelers have entered the community.

The wanderer in the world made a prompt decision and activated the dream travel skill, which made his eyes darker.

Let bizarre dreams appear before your eyes.

Regardless of whether this group of official travelers are coming for him or not, it would be a good idea to leave first.

It's not that he is sensitive, but after what happened with Zhao Xintong, when the information of team members was leaked, it is necessary to be cautious. Evil professions that are not cautious enough often don't survive to the Saint stage.

Moreover, Xiaoyuan also informed them in the group a few days ago that Master Wuhen was in seclusion.

The team members continued to hide, and still sought help from Yuanshi Tianzun when they had difficulties, but everyone was scattered all over the world, and even if Yuanshi Tianzun was a demigod, it was impossible for him to be available at any time.

The wanderer on earth randomly picked a dream and was about to jump into it when he suddenly heard a cold snort in his ear.

The next moment, all the dreams floating in the field of vision were annihilated.

The body of the wanderer in the world, which had just become virtual, returned to reality.

The dream was blocked, someone stopped him from performing the dream jump. The only ones who could do this were the peak level 6 Dream Masters or Void Masters. Was he not an official but a member of the Southern School?

Nanpai found me? Impossible. I clearly changed my residence and moved into this community less than a week ago...

The wanderer was horrified and immediately used mental manipulation, targeting the civilians in the entire residential building.

He planned to create chaos in the city and then use the illusionist's disguise ability to blend into the crowd and escape.

However, in his clear perception, all the living people in the building had lost their emotions, like walking flesh without souls.

My ability was blocked. It was the Southern School. They knew best how to deal with illusionists.

The wanderer suddenly started coughing, his face turned red, his eyes became bloodshot, the temperature of his forehead rose rapidly, and his limbs became weak.

He is sick.

It's a plague! Leave here, leave here immediately. The panic and fear in the hearts of the wanderers exploded, overwhelming their rationality.

An illusionist like Xin was good at using tricks. Once he was located and surrounded, he would be halfway defeated. What's more, his ability was now blocked by the masters of the Southern School.

He quickly took out a piece of rattan armor and put it on, then broke the window and jumped down from the seventh floor.

Amid the splattering of glass, he jumped from the seventh floor into the hall with a "plop" and a "crash".

As if waiting for this moment, the surrounding bushes grew wildly, like tightly-knit thorns, imprisoning the wanderers in the world.

The wet mud turned into a pair of large hands and held his ankles.

Oh no! The wanderer in the world was startled. He raised his head and was about to scream and launch a mental attack.

"Bang!"

The powerful sound of the sniper rifle cut through the darkness, waking up the sleeping residents in the community.

The body of the wanderer suddenly froze, and the wall behind him was splattered with terrible and mottled blood.

Late at night, the drug chaser drove to the nn City Public Security Bureau. He was called by the "Liang Shanshui Division" who was on night shift in the branch. He said that the action team from the headquarters had arrived in Nanming City and the person in charge asked to see him.

After parking the car, he tightened his thin windbreaker, feeling that the temperature was a bit cool tonight.

After going around the green belt, the drug pursuers saw "Liang Shanshuishi" standing at the door of the Security Bureau building, smoking with his head down, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The drug hunter came closer, lit a cigarette, and asked casually: "What's the way, sir? Which department are you from? What's your mission this time?"

Liang Shanshui shook his head. "They didn't say which department they were from. The reason they gave was the same as Master Tianzun's. They said they were here to arrest a wanted criminal, and that the person had already been shot dead and was in the morgue."

At this point, Liang Shanshui said in a low voice: "They are all big shots. I checked their spiritual realm IDs and they are all saints. A team like this that captures wanted criminals across provinces is usually elite, but it is extremely rare for all members to be saints."

All saints, arrest the wanted criminal. The drug chaser frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you looking for me to hand over? Or is there an accomplice who has been arrested and needs our assistance?"

Liang Shanshui shook his head. "He only said he wanted to see you, but didn't mention anything. But I think he has bad intentions."

The drug chaser took a deep puff of his cigarette and quickly burned half of it. He flicked the cigarette butt away, emitting long white smoke, and said, "Go in."

Arriving at the floor where the Nanming branch was located, the drug pursuers followed Liang Shanshuishi and went straight to the morgue. Standing at the door of the morgue was a team wearing tactical uniforms, consisting of three men and two women. They had serious expressions and were all looking at them coldly.

"Deacon of the drug chaser?" A short-haired and pretty woman said calmly, "Our captain is waiting for you inside."

The drug chaser nodded slightly, left Master Liang Yaoshan behind, and entered the morgue alone.

The lights in the morgue came on and a stern-looking young man in tactical uniform stood upright beside the morgue, on which lay a corpse covered with a white cloth.

The drug chaser's eyes swept over him, and he tightened his coat again and took the initiative to speak. "Hello, I'm the drug chaser, the head of the Nanming branch."

With the swordsman's intuition and insight, he felt the indifference and hostility of the imperial envoy.

"Military Soul!" The stern young man tilted his head, looking at him with sharp suspicion, "Deacon, we were ordered to capture a wanted criminal. The operation went smoothly, and the wanted criminal has been shot."

He turned his head to look at Tingshi Yi and continued:

"This is a sixth-level illusionist. We devoured his spirit through props and found that he and you are brothers. Over the years, Cheng has been working for you. He broke the law to earn merit and money for you."

"Go and confirm it. Once you've confirmed the person, we'll take you back to headquarters for investigation."

The drug chaser's head exploded with a roar as if struck by lightning. He ran towards the morgue with a pale face. He staggered as he ran a few meters away.

The drug hunter stretched out his hand tremblingly, lifted the white cloth, and saw a familiar face, a gentle middle-aged man.

Human wanderer!

There was a bloody hole on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, as if he died with his eyes open. His body was cold and stiff, and he had been dead for more than two hours.

The drug hunter stared at the corpse in a daze. He looked like a stone statue whose soul had been taken away, and murmured: "Why arrest him? He is not on the wanted list. He is very low-key. He has never done anything illegal!"

When he said these words, there was no light in his eyes and his tone was like a zombie, but tears were welling up in his eyes, and now they flowed down uncontrollably.

The stern young man who called himself the Soul of the Army had a serious expression on his face. "This is not your place to ask questions. I will record what you said and regard it as one of the evidences. Now please hand in all the props and come back to our headquarters for investigation."

The drug hunter laughed bitterly: "Return to headquarters for investigation? You took away my only relative in the world. You pushed me into a dead end."

In desperation, he drew his sword!

"Ahem, ahem,"

Sister Red Devil woke up coughing in her sleep, feeling her forehead burning and the air she breathed was scorching hot.

"I'm sick? How can I be sick? It's the God of Plague!"

She suddenly started up, jumped up from the bed, staggered and nearly fell.

Sweetheart Red Devil immediately realized that she was being targeted by the authorities, and the disease was eroding her body without her noticing.

Weak state: The fact that the official Plague God could accurately transmit the disease to her means that her address has been located, and there must be many ambushes set up outside.

The reason why he didn't rush in was that he wanted the disease to continue to erode her, weaken her as much as possible, or even take her down without bloodshed.

As a female sorcerer, she has no shortage of dungeon combat experience, but in reality she has always been law-abiding and rarely comes into conflict with the authorities.

It is obviously irrational to fight to the death with the authorities when you are unfamiliar with their style and lack similar experience.

And we can't take action against the authorities in a residential building, as this will implicate too many innocent people.

Thinking of this, the sweet Red Devil staggered to the closet, opened the door, took out a black jar, and grabbed a fat and round pupa from it.

She swallowed the pupa in one gulp. Her plump abdomen tore her nightgown apart. Her skin was stained with yellow and black lines. Antennae grew on her forehead, and her eyes became compound eyes of an insect.

The thin wings spread out on the back.

She turned into a bee girl like Madoka.

The pupa in the jar was given by Xiaoyuan. It can transform the sorcerer into a wasp. Its combat power is not strong, but its speed is comparable to that of a supersonic fighter.

It is best used for breaking through. You should know that most saints cannot fly, but the sorcerers who can transform into witches have absolute air superiority at the saint stage.

After transforming into a bee girl, the sweet red devil quickly ran to the window and opened it.

Her expression suddenly froze. The outside of the window was covered with vines, and the thick and tough vines blocked the window tightly.

Sweetheart Red Devil pulled and separated a few times, but failed to break the vine. She turned back suddenly and looked at the door with some despair. There came the sound of light, numerous footsteps outside the door.

Feelings of despair and fear surged up, and the sweet Red Devil stood stiffly by the window for a few seconds. Suddenly, he rushed to the bedside desperately, took out the mobile phone under the pillow, opened the address book, and dialed his mother's number.

Ten seconds later, the call was connected, and a sleepy and tired voice came: "Who is it?"

Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Tears silently flowed down her cheeks, and the sweet Red Devil's mouth trembled and she choked with sobs in her throat.

In the end, he said nothing and hung up the phone silently.

In a messy bedroom of a residential building, a middle-aged man in tactical uniform bent down and picked up a thick clay figure the size of a palm. As the small clay figure was put away, the restrictions on the bedroom and living room disappeared.

The living room was a mess, the furniture was turned into flour, and a white-haired old man was lying on the ground, with dark red blood flowing from his body, forming a small pool.

The three official saints in the bedroom were all seriously injured, but it was not a big deal. With a complete tactic, detailed layout, and a variety of auxiliary props, it was not difficult to hunt down an evil profession that was completely unprepared.

The battle actually ended very quickly, taking less than ten minutes from the beginning to the kill.

The middle-aged man took out his headphones and gave orders: "The battle is over, notify the Public Security Bureau to come and deal with the scene."

As he was speaking, he saw another companion walking towards the old man's body, and one of them was about to open the drawer of the bedside table in front of the old man.

"Wait a minute!" the middle-aged man shouted.

When the old man was on the verge of death, he did not beg for mercy or fight back. Instead, he crawled towards the bedside table tremblingly. Until the moment of his death, his eyes were fixed on the bedside table.

The cabinet may contain some kind of terrifying prop or consumable.

"Take precautions!" the middle-aged man reminded.

His companion nodded, took out a mud-stained coat and put it on. His movements suddenly became slow, as if he had carried a mountain on his shoulders. He raised his heavy arms and opened the drawer. The things inside stunned him.

He picked up a thick stack of papers, glanced at them, and said in astonishment: "That's all the application materials are..."

There was a thick stack of appeal materials, some of which were very new and some were very old.

They record the blood, tears and grievances of a teacher's half-life. They are very thin, so thin that no one has paid attention to them for decades.