"According to the memories we collected, this suppression process was extremely difficult. Even a powerful immortal spent decades fighting the Demon Abyss without sleep, until he vomited blood."
This is certainly not something the government made up. Whether it took decades of time or vomiting blood, it all has a certain basis.
Zhao Si accessed the company database through his mobile phone and saw the details of the intelligence, which was indeed true, but he did not believe it.
Either there was some misunderstanding, or the government was spreading rumors.
Zhao Si couldn't help but send a message on his mobile phone to ask.
[Zhao Si] Brother Yi, why did the government say that you were beaten so hard during the fight against Mo Yuan that you vomited blood? Is that true?
However, most people obviously believed it. It was understandable that it was difficult for the elderly god to suppress the ancient demon abyss alone.
"Just like we are now, fighting day and night to maintain social stability. Although we are definitely not as good as others, we are all doing it for the world and for the lights of thousands of homes."
Lu Haochu paused. There were many more passionate and positive words in his speech, but he didn't plan to say them.
"I know everyone is very tired, but please hold on for a little longer. We may not be able to decide the overall situation, we may not be able to solve the Demon Abyss, and we may not be able to shoulder the heavy responsibility. But society needs us, and the people need us. The stability of the country cannot rely only on soldiers, but also on auxiliary police who handle civil disputes."
The information on the big screen scrolled slowly, recording decades of suppression of enemies that appeared in the Demon Abyss. Because it was extracted from the enemies' memories, there was a lot of information, including their martial arts techniques.
[The Demon Abyss has been around for a hundred years, and the Immortal has arrived, dominating the world: Those who wish to leave the Demon Abyss and ascend to heaven, take a step forward]
[One hundred and twenty years after the Demon Abyss was born, the ancient blood demon's inheritance appeared. One person obtained it and defeated the gods and fought against the immortals.]
[One hundred and thirty years after the birth of the Demon Abyss, three Biochemical Gods and dozens of Nascent Souls have surrounded the Demon Abyss]
[One hundred and fifty years have passed since the Demon Abyss appeared. Immortals have been sitting in front of the Demon Abyss, and no demon dares to take a step forward.]
Finally, Lu Haochu quoted the words of the Medical Immortal, which were also the words of the Living Immortal: "We cannot save the world, we can only save our compatriots in front of us. We are just small cultivators who are practicing Qi and building foundations. All we can do is save people, which is very important to the people."
"The detailed information has been sent to your mobile phones, and you can read it at any time. In the end, you are the people's heroes."
Lu Haochu raised his hand and saluted these exhausted soldiers, then left with the documents. There was no commotion in the meeting room, no inspiring roars, everyone was very quiet, and everyone kept their heads down.
They are ashamed of themselves.
The biggest blow to them during this period was the hopeless fight and meaningless battle. No matter how hard they fought, in the end they could only rely on those powerful people to solve the problem, and they were just tools to reduce casualties.
The most terrifying thing is not danger and death, but meaninglessness.
Zhao Si was silent like everyone else. During this period of time, he often wondered if it was meaningful. So many people died, and they shed their blood but still couldn't solve the problem.
Every time he saw a colleague killed in action, he would ask himself.
Why didn't he wait for Brother Yi to solve it? He couldn't be a hero no matter how hard he worked. If he didn't want to join the company, he wouldn't force himself. But he still did it. Zhao Si just wanted to be a hero.
The phone vibrated slightly, and there was a reply from Li Yi.
[Li Yi]: I was bored at that time, so I concocted a Heaven-struck Creation Pill. Then, I coughed up blood while fighting with them despite the heavenly tribulation. I shouldn't do that again now.
When Zhao Si saw the message, a smile appeared on his face. It was bitter, self-deprecating, but more of it was relief.
He muttered quietly: "Brother Yi, compared to you, we are just ants on the ground. We don't have eyes to see the world you see."
Zhao Si stood up and put on his company hat. The badge on it was slightly shiny. The badge was similar to a police badge but it was black. This badge was called "Night No Receipt". Because in the past, their actions had to be hidden in the dark and could not be known by the world.
The others also stood up and put on their hats, and the tiredness in their eyes disappeared.
What they do is important to the people, and that is enough.
"Everyone, it's time to go on duty."
The moment he stepped out of the room, Zhao Si felt extremely refreshed. The magic power in his body suddenly began to circulate involuntarily, his spiritual platform was opened up, and his spiritual consciousness appeared.
Zhao Si, the foundation is laid.
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A cheap basement somewhere in Luo City.
The dark room was filled with a strange glow. Corpses were twisted and overlapped, thigh bones were broken, knees were placed on shoulders, and heads were cut off and thrown in the corners piled with plastic bottles.
Their expressions before they died were extremely terrified, as if they had suffered some kind of inhuman torture.
There were two living people in the room, one was sitting on the sofa or with his legs crossed drinking, and the other was hung upside down on the wall with darts stuck all over his body.
The man sitting on the sofa was wearing a black vest and had a pale face. His skin was covered with tiny red cracks that looked like blood vessels or tattoos. This man was Wang Sheng, who the government had been pursuing.
"There are 108 pedestals, and there is one left. I need a wronged soul born in the Yang time of the solar calendar. Now I have one, but why the hell don't you change! Why don't you change, wronged soul!"
Wang Sheng raised his hand and waved it. The blood on his skin instantly came alive and intertwined with his palm to form a whip, which hit the man hanging on the wall. Blood immediately splashed, large pieces of flesh were torn off the man, and the darts on his body were also shot into his body.
The intense pain made him sway from side to side like a loach, but he could not make any sound.
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