Chenran put his hand on the table, tapped his fingertips lightly, and made a beeping sound, "I hope so, General Chen." Chenran turned his face sideways and spoke in a playful tone.

General Chen didn't seem to notice the weirdness in Chenran's tone, and his eyes remained sincere and firm.

- A burst of dull footsteps sounded from outside the corridor. Although it was dull, it was very fast. Two completely different feelings were mixed together, giving people an inexplicable uneasiness.

"boom!'

The wooden door was pushed open forcefully, and a man wearing a gray cloak rushed into the room. "I understand that you want to clean up the execution department, but why do you want to destroy the Xi family?" Bingzhuren asked angrily.

The man who was being stared at by the candle holder was sitting behind a huge desk. The room was very dark, and only a blurry figure could be seen clearly, which gave the illusion that it was not very real.

"The Xi family secretly colluded with that old guy from Luo Yunshan and prepared to serve as internal agents for the military among us. I had to clear them out as a last resort." The man raised his head. Different from his temperament, it was a very young voice.

"The Xi family is one of the 13 families no matter what. If you attack the Xi family, you have broken the rules and will suffer a big disaster!" Bing Zhuren clenched his fists with both hands. If there was another person on the other side, he would take action directly.

But this person can't do it. After all, his identity is

"Hee hee hee

A burst of harsh laughter sounded at an inappropriate time.

The man holding the candle suddenly turned around and shouted: "Who is that person?!"

An old-fashioned desk lamp dimly lit up, revealing several figures on the sofa. A good-looking woman covered her mouth and smiled softly, hehehe, this must be the candle bearer, the slave family is polite here.'

After staring at the woman for a while, Bingzhucai asked tentatively: "Are you a dancer?"

"It's rare that a big shot like you still remembers the slave family." The dancing girl patted her chest lightly, pretending to be frightened and said, "The way you looked when you came in just now really scared the slave family.'

After recognizing the dancing girl, Zhu Bingren's gaze swept across the faces of the people on the sofa. Soon, judging from his eyes, he roughly knew the identities of these people.

Dancer, puppeteer, magician... closest to the edge, there was a big sword with a ghost head thrown on the table. He also knew the black-faced man who was sneering at him, nicknamed the Sword Demon.

They are a group of guys who were notorious many years ago, but have disappeared for a long time.

But compared with these, what attracted his attention more was the silver pistol stuck in Dao Mo's waist.

"Did you do it?!" Bingzhuren's eyes widened.

"What, you also want to thank us?" Dao Mo laughed wildly without any scruples, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the silver gun, "That bullshit execution department is vulnerable to me!'

"Although I have helped you, my help was not in vain. You are so famous, Bingzhuren, so you must have a lot of good things in your hands. Take them out quickly to honor you Master Dao."

The candle bearer held a respected position among the night watchmen. He had never been scolded like this before. He was furious. He waved his sleeves and a candlestick instantly appeared in his hand. A white candle burned faintly on it, emitting a pale green light.

"you wanna die!"

With the candlestick as the center of the circle, the surrounding area of ​​about 5 meters was instantly shrouded in darkness, the space became distorted, and the darkness invaded towards the position of the sword demon on the sofa.

"Lord Bingzhuren, do you also want to try our strength?" The magician's eyes exuded a fanatical light, and his eyes turned blood red. After receiving the agreed benefits, his strength was even further than before.

A few playing cards were like arrows, shooting towards the person holding the candle, so fast that they even made a sound as they shot through the air.

But a strange scene occurred. The playing cards disappeared silently after being exposed to the darkness.

The darkness that filled the air seemed to have a strange viscous feel, and what was even more frightening was that from time to time, frightening roars came from the darkness, as if there were ferocious beasts from another world hidden inside.

Just when the candle-bearing man was about to teach these blind things a lesson, the next second, his footsteps stopped, and countless pale hands came out from the ground and grabbed his legs. The dancing girl looked at him with a half-smile, purple light flowing in her eyes.

.

His arms were also imprisoned by a strange force. They were invisible filaments, and several of them had already wrapped around his neck. It seemed that with just such a gentle pull, his head could be twisted.

break.

"Bingzhuren, you dare to talk to us like this, this is the price!" The puppet master with only one left arm had red eyes at the moment, as if he was in an extremely excited state. What's even weirder is that his broken arm has grown.

Bone stubble appeared, and the bone stubble was covered with twisted and ugly flesh buds. It seemed that it would not take long for his broken arm to grow back.

"Yesterday I killed the director of the execution department. Today, you should die too!" The sword demon's laughter was like the sound of waves. He raised the ghost-headed sword and slashed it at the candle holder from a distance.

The blade left a shadow in the air and shot towards the candle holder. Even the sticky darkness on the side of the candle holder was split open by the knife. At the critical moment, the sitting man finally took action.

A gentle force removed the sharp blade, and then the invisible threads and arms entangled with the candle holder quietly dispersed. A man who looked about 30 years old appeared behind the candle holder.

The man stretched out two fingers and took the magician's blade that came behind Zhuzhuren at some point and stabbed him directly in the back of the head. "That's enough." The man clearly didn't do anything, and his tone didn't overly reprimand him.

It meant, but the magician's expression suddenly changed, and he stepped back several steps before regaining his balance.

His heart was beating so hard, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, hitting his cage-like soft ribs, causing him to wince in pain.

After doing all this, the man turned around, looked at Zhu Zhuren, who was still breathing heavily, and said coldly: "You go down first, it has nothing to do with you here."

After the candle holder stumbled away, the dancing girl was just about to say something when she met the man's eyes. In an instant, a chill penetrated her body. She had never seen such eyes before.

His pupils were silver, very light in color, and had rare double pupils.

Just staring into his eyes, I felt like I was being swallowed up.

Is this the ability of the Lord of the Night's Watch?

Mai Ji was suddenly a little scared, and the arrogant sense of power she felt after absorbing the reward given by the president also faded a lot. "Thank you for your hard work, I have to ask you for the rest." The man suddenly smiled, and the shrouded feeling

The feeling of oppression on everyone also disappeared.

The puppet master tugged on his clothes unnaturally, "President, please rest assured, since we have received your reward, we will naturally complete what you asked.'

The man tilted his head and smiled and said: "To be honest, we are just cooperating, there is no way to explain or not to explain, but if you are willing to help us, then we will be more sure, and we can share the new world in the future."

Thinking of the plan that the man told them not long ago, several people present could not help but breathe quickly. In a world completely dominated by disciples, the door is no longer a curse that restricts them, but a miracle!

Ordinary people are only qualified to be driven by them. They are the gods of the new world!

"What a fascinating new world!" Sword Demon chuckled.

His rough laughter seemed to ignite the excitement of these people. More and more people started laughing, and the laughter overlapped. There were far more than just the Sword Demon, the Magician, and the Dancer. Behind them, there were also

have.

These people were either leaning against the wall or sitting cross-legged on the ground. Some of their bodies were twisted and hanging upside down from the ceiling. Their blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness, like a group of irrational beasts.

"Kill! Kill everything that doesn't open your eyes!'

"After being locked up for so long, I can finally relax my muscles and bones.

"The smell of blood is so nostalgic."

"Those ordinary people who reject us are just afraid of our abilities. They are afraid of us! Hehe, they must learn to respect us. We are the gods in this world!"

"Kill! Kill them all!'

"Hee hee hee

"Hahaha!!"

The laughter became more and more exaggerated and distorted. The man looked at the unrestrained figure in front of him, showed an intoxicating smile, picked up a glass of wine, and raised the glass with a smile, "I wish you all a prosperous military fortune, and here's to a new world."

‘New world!’

‘New World!!’

As night fell, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city below him.

Still holding a glass of wine in his hand.

At this moment, in an empty square just under his feet, about a few dozen meters away, a group of once-famous disciples were being disguised as various identities, and were about to head to their respective target cities.

The imperial capital and Longhai are the most prosperous and important cities in the country.

"We have been silent for too long. We should teach those big shots a lesson, otherwise they will think we dare not." A dull and hoarse voice sounded behind the man.

There was no emotion on the man's face, he was still looking down at everything at his feet, "Uncle Ghost, I'm really sorry for you, you put on such a good show with me."

When Bingzhuren heard the word "Ghost Uncle", his expression suddenly became a little frightened, "Don't call me that, you are now the president of the Night Watch, and your status is

"Uncle Ghost, you're not hurt anywhere." The man turned his head, concern showing in his eyes.

When Zhuzhuren saw this scene, a rare warmth appeared on the skinny dead man's face. He stretched out his arm, which was covered with blood marks left by the puppet master's silk thread cutting, as well as black and blue palm prints.

, the palm print is long and slender, obviously a woman's hand.

As the candle bearer slowly clenched his fist, a strange scene appeared. The blood marks and palm prints were slowly peeled off from the skin as if being expelled, and then disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

"These arrogant guys, do they really think they have reached S-level?" Bingzhuren retracted his arm, looked out the French window, and shook his head with disdain, "Five people went to kill an S-level, and the strongest one was killed in reverse.

, and one person was seriously injured. Such a record is not worthy of return.

The man smiled calmly when he heard this, "There are a group of people who are about to die. Uncle Ghost, don't bother with them."

"What a bunch of idiots, they still want to share the new world with us, are they worthy?!" Zhu Bingren seemed to have thought of something, and there was a trace of unwillingness on his face, "It's a pity that the foundation we have accumulated over the years will be lost to them.

Take some of it.'

"There is nothing we can do about it. If we don't hand over those contracts to them, they won't be able to improve their strength in a short time." The man said, "It's a pity that they were carried away by the pleasure of gaining strength and only focused on improving their strength.

They thought they had touched the threshold of S-class, but in fact they were only on the verge of being completely eroded, and their door was squeezing their last vitality."

"Even if no one cares about them, they won't live long."

Bingzhuren sneered: "So they are just time bombs at the moment. No matter whether they succeed or not, they will explode. We just need to wait until the moment the explosion sounds."

"At the same time, high-level supernatural events were detonated in every big city. Just thinking about it makes people intoxicated." Zhu Bingren took a deep breath with a ferocious expression, "It is really a heart-stirring scenery.'

The man stood in front of the window and took a sip of the wine in the cup. The bright red wine hung on the wall of the cup, with the texture of blood. "Luoyunshan's secret army is nothing to worry about. Crimson is also exhausted by us."
To be continued...