Gengsheng Town at night is comparable to a horror movie set warehouse, with small evils appearing in three steps and big evils in five steps.
Gengsheng Town has a customary "soft curfew". Shops in the mountain town close early, and few have their signs on. Under the moonlight, there were more claw marks and scratches on the sign. There were hunched shadows crouching on the street, and the trees were rustling in the windless trees.
Leaving the nine groups of rookies, Xiang Jiang could no longer hide his anger.
He stepped on the magic spell with his feet and ran very fast. No evil thing without eyes rushed up to harass him along the way. His exaggerated earrings were knocked upside down by the airflow, hitting his chin again and again.
Although it is August now, it is quite cool in the mountains. Xiang Jiang wore long sleeves and a fat sweater, and a bunch of colorful cloths were hung on his body, but there was no sweat on his face.
In a sense, his image is very consistent with the style of evil street painting.
Xiang Jiang walked around the street and stepped mercilessly through a sewer that had its lid lifted. Something like a human head was poking out from inside, and half of its head was knocked off by this kick.
Its damaged skull spewed out thick black blood, and the surrounding evil things swarmed up, feasting on the evil thing's head. The latter has a piece of his head missing, but he is still "alive" and screaming from all kinds of mouths.
Xiang Jiang didn't even look back.
Xiang Jiang moved his gaze to his toes again. He wore two shoes, one black and one white. The white shoes were still stained with the stains of trampling evil things, which was very eye-catching.
He soon reached the only hotel in town. Fu Xingchuan took a maza and sat at the door of the hotel, holding a braised duck leg that he had just taken two bites of.
"Let's take it as it comes. There are three possibilities for the formation to appear - either we are just unlucky, or someone here is also interested in the Nine Groups... Or, there are two possibilities."
As the person in charge of this area, Xiang Jiang does know what is special about "Gengsheng Town".
Xiang Jiang sniffed subconsciously and couldn't smell anything.
Xiang Jiang didn't answer, but took a step back: "Minister Li isn't here?"
Xiang Jiang: "Why not target Shi'an?"
Everyone here is polluted by evil forces to varying degrees. The degree of pollution is very light, but Shi'an cannot determine the source of the pollution no matter what. According to the scientists, unless the sinking regularly artificially rains polluting rain, it is impossible to achieve such an effect.
"The giant ghost hits the wall. We just did a closed test, and we can't block the signal and the top scientific posts. Everything is easy to say."
"In the room, I'm busy correcting the students' papers. Just report it to me directly. He doesn't care about your performance." Fu Xingchuan didn't care about his attitude. He casually took back the maza and began to nibble on the duck leg again, looking quite leisurely and contented.
"… Too."
Xiang Jiang silently watched the jumping duck leg bone.
There are no ordinary people under the power of evil. The people in Gengsheng Town are more or less crazy, but they have not developed to the level of "birth ability".
There is no pie in the sky in the world of metaphysics. There is a price to pay for using evil things. The stronger the so-called talent, the greater the price. Unlike Fu Xingchuan, a steady and steady "academic", Xiang Jiang became a ghost control master completely by his own wild methods. After his abilities became stronger, his five senses faded a lot.
Compared with living people, the performance of evil creatures is more eye-catching - they are like mushrooms after the rain, growing wildly here, and new varieties appear from time to time.
The lights in the front hall of the hotel were dim, and as the night wore on, the duck legs were all dark and unappetizing.
"Sit down." Fu Xingchuan wiped his hands and pulled out another horse from the flower bed.
"It doesn't make any sense to shut down the Jiu Group. I just can't think about shutting down Lao Li and me." Fu Xingchuan laughed, "When you find out that Lao Li and I are here, Sunken will be eager to drive us away. It's not like you don't know the situation here. ”
Xiang Jiang hummed and still stood where he was, two or three steps away from Fu Xingchuan: "Everything is normal now. But I need to know the situation of the fog. This is not in the plan."
Fu Xingchuan ate the duck leg clean, and then he made a secret gesture. The bones of the duck instantly stood up, and he jumped towards the trash can.
Thick stains slowly flowed down the ground and were quickly absorbed by the cracks in the bricks.
The Sinking Society has worked hard in this secluded place for many years and built such an evil mountain town. It was probably not used for Shi'an to test his firepower.
Xiang Jiang changed the subject: "Is the ninth group still going according to the original plan?"
"Let's go." Fu Xingchuan pulled a wet towel and intervened, "I will hold up the sky if it falls. Besides, this fog is also an opportunity. It would be better if the scene is bigger. Maybe we can catch the source of the strange phenomenon in Gengsheng Town."
"Understood." Xiang Jiang said concisely and to the point, "Where are the supplies?"
Fu Xingchuan chuckled, stretched his muscles, and dragged out two large plastic bags from the hotel lobby.
"Here, a lunch box. I also bought a lot of braised pork and mixed vegetables. Young people have a heavy mouth. Remember to bring some to Mayor Ren. It's not easy for her."
Xiang Jiang's turbid eyes moved, showing some explicit disgust: "The processed food here..."
"I didn't add any ingredients. I kept using magic. They thought I was one of their own who came back to visit relatives from other places, so the amount they gave me was quite sufficient. Let me tell you, this bag of stewed vegetables is spicy, but this bag is not too spicy..."
After solemnly introducing the supplies of the nine groups, Fu Xingchuan took out a brand new duck leg.
"Xiao Xiang, do your best." Minister Fu took a bite of the meat and muttered vaguely, "Make sure to let the two of the ninth group perform more, it's up to you."
An hour later, Xiang Jiang returned to the B&B as promised, bringing hot lunch boxes and braised vegetables.
The five people in Shi'an put a simple "stewed vegetable buffet" on the table. Even though there were rows of evil things outside the windows, the smoke and fire in the room became much stronger.
The braised vegetables are a unique flavor of the mountain town. The duck meat and tofu are delicious and delicious, and the mushrooms and potatoes are spicy and crispy. Yin Ren ate so happily that he could hardly free his mouth.
Xiang Jiang didn't even frown when he heard Zhong Cheng said about the reported "fighting incident". "Those people are a gang. I see them once or twice every time I come here. They use this method to corrupt many external projects."
He ate his lunch box mechanically and explained a few words rarely.
According to Mr. Xiang, the "old person in charge", the people in this place are fierce and extremely xenophobic. For safety reasons, Mayor Ren only allowed important guests to stay in his own B&B. The important guests to her are mainly government officials.
"Their eyes may not be as good as Zhong Cheng's, and it is easy to fall into the trap. Seven or eight people were forced to get involved in disputes before. This group of people accused them of abusing violence and reported them to lose their jobs and leave."
As a result, he didn't need to say anything. Even the old man Yin Ren understood that anyone with some ability would consciously avoid this troublesome place in the future, and it would naturally be difficult to get things done.
"Why are they doing this? Is there any benefit to this?" Ge Tingting chewed the stewed vegetables in confusion, and the AI spoke without delaying her meal.
"how could I know."
Xiang Jiang put down his chopsticks. He didn't even eat as much as Ge Tingting across from him.
Huang Jin's focus was not on living people. He gave up on the compass that rotated like a fan, and said with a suffocating voice: "Not to mention the fog, there are too many evil things outside. Is it really okay?"
"It must be no problem, otherwise why has Brother Xiang been in charge here for so long?" Yin Ren answered happily when he saw Xiang Jiang's "too lazy to talk" expression.
Half an hour later, the five people turned into two, and the living room turned into a bedroom.
"There must be a problem. After all, Xiang Jiang has been in charge for so long and still hasn't solved it."
Facing Zhong Cheng, Yin Ren's tone was very serious. If he hadn't been lying flat on his back, the scene would have looked even more serious.
"Hmm." Zhong Cheng spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth and made a sound of agreement.
Tonight, they slept together in a dignified manner—
The three semi-partitioned bedrooms are quite close together. After a brief discussion, Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng were in the same room, Ge Tingting was in the same room with a lot of protective spiritual weapons, and Huang Jin looked aggrieved at risking his life to accompany Xiang Jiang.
It's a pity that Huang Jin's frustration cannot infect Yin Ren's good mood.
After washing up, Zhong Cheng said he hesitated for a while and changed into his pajamas in front of Yin Ren.
Lord Ghost King turned sideways very upright and did not look at him from the back of his head.
But he was justifiably happy because of this little thing.
Zhong Cheng said that his train of thought was so erratic that Yin Ren couldn't figure it out despite three hundred years of experience. Recently, that person would show a little intimacy from time to time, which always made him feel like he was being brushed by the tip of a small animal's tail.
The single beds in the room are half an arm apart, no different from being connected. After a soft rustling sound, Zhong Cheng said he sat down on the bed gently, exuding the refreshing smell of herbal toothpaste. Yin Ren couldn't wait to turn around and meet those familiar eyes.
Zhong Cheng said he was still wearing glasses and had a book lying on his pillow, obviously not planning to rest immediately.
"You were right just now. The situation here is complicated. It's best for us not to do anything for this execution mission." Zhong Cheng said sitting on the edge of the bed and cleaning his glasses carefully.
Considering that Xiang Jiang was in the room not far away, his voice was as soft as a babble.
Strangely enough, this person looks more mature without glasses than with glasses. Yin Ren likes the way Zhong Cheng talks about wiping his glasses. He lowers his head, his slightly long bangs hang down slightly, and his eyes like ink are revealed in his black hair.
There is a strange sense of purity.
And the other person's hands are also very beautiful - the slender fingers are slightly curled, the nails are neatly manicured, there are not many fine lines on the skin, and there are not many raised veins. Zhong Cheng said that the bone shape is very good, and the lines of the hands are thin but not weak, making people want to touch them unconsciously.
The Lord Ghost King became more and more satisfied as he read it. The key contents went in one ear and out the other.
"I said, we'd better not do anything." Zhong Cheng said, noticing his absence, he repeated it good-naturedly.
Yin Ren: "...Mr. Zhong, you really think highly of me. Do I seem to be such a dedicated person?"
He wasn't planning on doing anything in the first place.
Even if it is an execution mission, the Security Council will never go so far as to test their lives. The first step he took here, Yin Ren began to figure out how to survive this execution mission.
No one can execute a good-for-nothing. Anyway, if the sky falls, the big leader will hold him up, so he just has to lie down decisively.
Thinking of this, Yin Ren lay down even more calmly.
Zhong Cheng leaned against the bedside and looked at Yin Ren helplessly - even though the King of Hell was well-informed, he had never seen such an unmotivated evil creature.
Yin Ren looked at him with a pair of ocher red eyes, full of concentration and smile.
There was no calculation, no haze, the evil thing just looked at him directly.
Zhong Cheng said, look away. He found that even if he looked away, as long as Yin Ren was still looking this way, the foreign words in the book would jump up and down on the page, making it difficult for him to concentrate on reading.
What should you do if you encounter this situation
After thinking for a moment, Zhong Cheng got out of bed. He sat next to Yin Ren's bed instead, and the simple wooden bed creaked.
Zhong Cheng said that he bent down awkwardly. He moved his hands back and forth and adjusted his posture for about half a minute.
After confirming that everything was correct in the scene, he pushed aside Yin Ren's long hair and slowly looked down -
(End of chapter)