Zhong Yi, no, Yin Ren rarely had such a concentrated moment.
It is shameful to say that Lord Ghost King does not like to use his brain. When he was wandering around in the wilderness before, he did not have the habit of thinking deeply. After entering the world, his opponents were only human relationships and worldly wisdom. With the experience accumulated from hundreds of years of communication with humans, Yin Ren could handle it with ease.
As for using strategies to fight for power and intrigue, such thoughts never even entered his mind.
After all, there is nothing more relaxing than "lying on the sofa and thinking about nothing". If there is, only the first half of the sentence becomes "lying on the clock", and the second half remains unchanged.
Now that Zhong Cheng knew his identity, everything became subtly easier.
Yin Ren was even a little grateful to the Shen Ming Society for making his exposure a natural process. Otherwise, if they were walking on the street one day, each chewing a popsicle, and he suddenly said, "Actually, I am the great master Zhong Yi," it's hard to say how Zhong Cheng would react.
His comrade Xiao Zhong is a genuine scientist.
Even if Zhong Cheng said that he was blinded by love and was willing to believe his empty words, to a good young man with a good family background, the so-called "Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi" was far less shocking than the "human-shaped evil spirit".
Yu Zhongcheng said that this senior with the same surname as himself might not be much different from "Lu Dongbin who was bitten by a dog" -
Yin Ren had noticed this. The "exotic bells" of this era were nothing more than a statue or a painting in a practitioner's home, or a few pages of legend in a library, more like a symbol.
They were quite close to the surface. With Fu Xingchuan's strength, it was not difficult to break out of the ground, but the difficult part was to confirm whether there were any houses on the ground.
Yin Ren moved his wrist subconsciously.
More evil creatures opened their eyes in the shadows and joined the killing team led by Huang Liang. Strange figures popped out from the gaps, surrounded by thick evil spirits, and rushed towards the five people with murderous aura.
But that’s all.
The most urgent task is to leave here and find out the evil behind the scenes.
At high speeds, ordinary people have to concentrate all their energy just to recognize the environment. This man is in his forties and his dynamic vision is simply terrible.
The place where his presence is most felt is nothing more than the summary of a century of work reports... no, "The Strange Story of Exorcism".
Yin Ren knew Huang Liang no better than anyone else. That guy's intelligence was even more erratic than a dog's, and he was extremely lazy.
Previously, Hua Jisi said in a letter that, as a sign of respect, they built a statue of him and placed it in the most prominent position in the lobby. To this day, the lobby of Shi'an only has a large electronic screen that plays various information and news.
How many times in life will you have the chance to be chased by a sofa cushion? Yin Ren remained calm.
Those reports were definitely polished and edited by the relevant personnel of Huajisi, and many people also compiled other discoveries of later generations. They gave the author's name to Yin Ren, allowing those two words to pass through the prosperous and chaotic times and continue to this day.
Yin Ren suppressed his breath very well, and his thousand-year-old cushion was unfamiliar to them. The thing had swelled up to a huge size, and was chasing after them with a complaint, with silky purple-black flesh flocs floating behind its "eyeballs".
Fu Xingchuan controlled the levitation technique with one hand and quickly switched between attack and defense techniques with the other. The evil creatures that attacked were like rain hitting the windshield wipers, being swept away wave by wave.
After all, it's not a good idea to waste Fu Xingchuan's time like this. Why not take this opportunity to drop out of the team and use the hair to detect it
As long as Zhong Cheng says he is willing to cooperate with him in acting...
At the moment, Huang Liang was being manipulated by the evil creature behind the scenes, and the dog was just chasing them. But it didn't use any magic, it was just being lazy. If it couldn't catch up for a long time, it would have to use all its strength, and the situation would become even more difficult.
Unfortunately, he could not share this peace with the two ministers.
So Yin Ren lay more peacefully.
No, that's too far ahead.
If it causes the collapse of residential buildings, the two ministers will not have to carry out any execution tasks. Everyone can pack up and leave safely.
The buildings in the anthole gradually became newer, and the murals were so dense that they made people feel uncomfortable. Dried corpses were piled up like garbage, with dry filaments stuck in between. The light of the eternal lamp was so bright that it was dazzling, and the interior of the building was filled with a strange "popularity", as if a researcher would turn in from the door at the next moment.
They were getting closer to the edge of the anthill, and the gaps between the buildings were much larger than before.
Zhong Cheng said that he held Yin Ren very tightly, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly evaporate halfway. If this man had not held the sampling backpack against his chest with such force that it was about to be deformed, Yin Ren would have been almost moved.
He just glanced at Zhong Cheng for about half a second, and the latter turned his head abruptly. He stared at Yin Ren for a moment and shook his head slightly.
"Now is not the time."
Zhong Cheng said it with his lips.
"Be careful of the surveillance of the sinking ship."
Sure enough, compared to before, Zhong Cheng said his attitude towards himself has not changed much.
The man finished his instructions to Yin Ren with a cautious look on his face, and turned his head calmly. His soft bangs were blown by the wind, and the light from the eternal lamp danced on the lens.
They were just flying over a narrow and rugged road. An evil creature was cut in half by Fu Xingchuan. Ghost blood splashed on half of Zhong Chengshuo's face like ink. Like water droplets touching lotus leaves, those dark blood beads rolled down his skin and fell into the darkness.
Just when Yin Ren thought Zhong Cheng was going to hold back, the man spoke in an unusually serious tone—
"Minister Li, we can blow up the building."
Yin Ren almost choked on his saliva: "?!"
This guy looks gentle and harmless, but he is more ruthless than anyone else. The archives haven't been blown up enough, right? Zhong Cheng's macro perspective is a bit too macro!
Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian: "…?"
Hearing this outrageous remark, Fu Xingchuan's movements were distorted for a moment. The direction of the floating technique slightly changed, and the five people flew low over a low eaves, almost hanging like a bunch of dried radishes under the eaves.
Unexpectedly, not long after, Li Luo Gan, who was named, spoke first: "There is a way." Fu Xingchuan looked like he wanted to cover his face, but since his hands were still performing spells crazily, he held on: "Okay, Xiao Zhong, tell me about it."
Zhong Cheng said: "The ground troops created a huge shock in the no-man's land, and we were able to immediately determine the direction and force a breakthrough."
"Yes, there are a lot of abandoned buildings in the center of the town, they just need to evacuate the people." Li Nian added with a frown.
Fu Xingchuan had a complicated expression and glanced at Zhong Chengshuo out of the corner of his eye.
There is nothing wrong with Zhong Cheng's idea logically, but the fact that he was able to come up with this type of solution in the first place speaks volumes about certain issues.
There was something missing in his tone, as if he wasn't talking about a real town, but a level in a game that needed to be knocked down. The security officers' instinct to maintain order was deeply rooted in their bones, so it was hard for them to think of such a... destructive move at the first moment.
This kid...
Although he was muttering to himself, Fu Xingchuan did not waste a single second.
"Xiang Jiang, answer me, where are you?"
On the ground, three security personnel and a breathless town chief Ren, the four of them were moving back and forth in the ruins of the building.
The residents of the town seemed to be possessed by a demon. Even though it was a workday, the men, women, old and young in the town seemed to have nothing to do. They gathered in the town center in an endless stream, holding weapons in their hands.
Some people, still wearing slippers and with unwashed foam in their hair, joined the army chasing them.
Every time the four of them moved a little, the heads would follow their movements in unison, with thousands of pairs of eyes staring at the group.
When one person is chasing someone it is called "intentional homicide", when a group of people are chasing someone it is called "hunting". From Ge Tingting's point of view, the current situation can already be called "encirclement and suppression".
Before receiving Fu Xingchuan's call, Shi'an's "ground team" was parked on the roof of an abandoned office building.
The building was eight stories high and covered with expensive glass curtain walls. It had been abandoned for a long time, with creepers growing in and out of the windows and old air conditioners blending in with bird nests. It had long been a paradise for plants and animals, but the townspeople could not resist the intrusion of the town, who brought in chain cutters and broke into the building.
Even though there was no elevator, this group of people ran up the stairs tirelessly.
Ge Tingting listened nervously to the faint footsteps. No one was talking in the corridor, only the sound of weapons colliding and low gasps. The townspeople approached them mechanically, which reminded her of the zombie siege movie she had just watched a while ago.
As expected of the Shenyang Society's territory, it hit the weakness of Zhi'an accurately. The townspeople wanted to tear them to pieces, but the Zhi'an staff could not hurt anyone, so they fled in a miserable way.
In the previous escape, whenever the townspeople rushed to the rooftop, Xiang Jiang would pull out the magic rope and take the three of them to the nearest rooftop. The townspeople also learned their lesson, and people began to squat on the nearby rooftops.
Finally, they had nowhere to escape.
Before they knew it, they were forced into the center of the town. The circular line kept rumbling around them, and the sound and fog intertwined to form a heavy cage.
Those mostly aged figures stood on the rooftop of a nearby building, all facing the direction of the office building. Some looked down, some looked up, their sights tied tightly to the four people by invisible ropes.
The mist at the bottom of the building swayed like waves.
No matter how strong a person is, as long as he is a mortal, his strength is limited. This group of people wanted to wear them down - after being at the bottom of society for too long, Ge Tingting and Huang Jin reacted quickly to malicious intent.
Just like that, they had just stopped for a few minutes on the eighth floor of the office building, and before they could catch their breath, the door on the rooftop creaked. Xiang Jiangtou didn't even turn around, and with a pale face, he arranged the spiritual weapon again.
Ge Tingting pursed his lips and looked over with some worry. But he saw that the man had a frown on his face, and the expression on his face was more like disgust at seeing something dirty than tiredness.
The disgusting man walked too fast. Ge Tingting wiped the sweat from his eyes with his sleeve. Xiang Jiang's face was left with only fatigue again.
A thumb-thick dark red rope bounced toward the rooftop, and Xiang Jiang quietly used the floating technique.
Perhaps it was because he had exhausted too much energy from leading people across half of the town, but the red rope swung weakly for a few times, and when it failed to touch the nearby buildings, it fell softly through the gap.
Xiang Jiang retracted the rope with a dull look on his face and turned around.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Huang Jin gritted his teeth and took out a red paper-cut. The paper-cut twists and unfolds on its own, turning into a circle of paper figures holding hands. It trembled and turned slowly, surrounding the four people in the middle.
On the rooftop, to the right of the four people, five or six townspeople were standing in line, which was considered the "breakthrough point" with the least number of people around.
The father and daughter selling oil cakes were among them, their greasy aprons particularly eye-catching.
The father held a broad-backed knife for chopping meat, while the daughter grabbed two long chopsticks with sharpened tips. At first, there was a slight difference in their facial expressions. The father's face was full of satisfaction, while the daughter's face was somewhat resistant.
But after a while, the two of them only had the same trance on their faces. Ge Tingting looked up again, and everyone around them showed the same emotion, which was not hatred, but more like despair and despair.
The besieged townspeople included men, women, young and old, of all heights, weights and bodies. Their different facial features blurred and gradually became the same. It was as if one person's expression was copied into many copies and forcibly integrated into the various faces.
The residents tried hard to get closer, and their bodies were trapped by the red paper circles, but they seemed to be tireless and painless, and continued to squeeze in.
Ren Jiying was not affected, but she was also frightened. Along the way, she was unable to ask any systematic questions, probably because she put all her courage into running.
At this moment, the headphones of several people vibrated.
"Blow up the abandoned building." Fu Xingchuan said word by word, "lead us a way."
"This place has a big problem. If we delay any further, something bad will happen."
(End of this chapter)