Mousejing spent a day and a half to find out the mission goal.
The task is somewhat difficult and the rat spirit cannot do it.
If it was really that simple, Wu Chong, a master from Diziyuan, would not be allowed to take action.
After getting the news, Wu Chong sneaked into the target's residence that night.
In the quaint little courtyard, a skinny old man was writing furiously in the academy. The content of his writing was mainly to criticize the imperial master for letting monsters and causing trouble to the world. Most of them were false. To reach the level of the imperial master, it was ordinary.
It's hard to impress him anymore. He won't dirty his shoes for some petty profits.
However, there is indeed a problem with the Imperial Guard, and the problem is more serious than what the old man reported.
It's just that he stands too high and ordinary people can't see it, so they focus on his minions and criticize these visible evidences of crime.
"There are experts."
Wu Chong landed on the roof, and before he could make a move, he felt himself being hit by a force.
In the middle of the yard, a guard in black stared at the place where Wu Chong was staying. The figure subconsciously took half a step forward, blocking the line of sight between Wu Chong and the old man, and also guarding against hidden weapons.
Possibility of sneak attack.
"Sir, it's time to rest."
The guard's hand rests on his saber.
"Well? Are there guests?"
The old man paused, put down the brush in his hand, and asked.
The guard is a master worshiped by the Demon Slayer Department. He has powerful skills. Although he practices martial arts, with Taoist talismans and special weapons, ordinary monsters are no match for him.
The guard did not answer him, but the aura on his body began to gather a little bit.
This is the Demon Slayer's technique, specifically used to deal with monsters.
"trouble."
Wu Chong glanced at the old man behind him, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. The nearly 150 years of demon power suddenly turned into a stream of air. Before the guard could react, he saw a translucent shadow being pulled by him.
come out.
Soul-stealing!
This was the first magical power that Wu Chong learned after pretending to be a god. As soon as he understood it, he used the panel to fill up the points. Now it is very easy to use it.
The phantom penetrated the body and fell into Wu Chong's hands in the blink of an eye.
"Monster, you are seeking death!!!"
The guard reacted, turned around suddenly, and found that the old man he was protecting had died at some point. His head was lying on the desk, and the ink was spilled.
In anger, the guard's figure flashed.
I saw the cold light dazzling, and the long knife on the waist suddenly came out of its sheath, turning into a crescent-shaped half arc and slashing towards Wu Chong on the roof.
Facing the slashing sword light, Wu Chong grinned.
I saw his image changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The color of his skin faded away and was replaced by blue-black fish scales. The cold light shone under the night light. Only a 'clang' sound was heard, and the master of the Demon Slayer Department slashed with all his strength like a slash.
Just like on steel, there was a crisp sound, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the steel knife in his hand couldn't be held and flew out.
With a "tearing" sound, the clothes were torn, revealing Wu Chong's huge herring body underneath.
"Even the demon-slaying sword..."
The guard was startled, and when he looked at Wu Chong again, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.
What kind of monster can't even be cut through with a monster-slaying sword?
"How can you treat a kind-hearted person like me with swords against each other?" Wu Chong picked up the Bengfei Demon-Slaying Knife, flicked it with his finger, then put it to his mouth and ate it with a bang.
The taste is quite good, and it feels warm after entering the stomach. It should be the demon-killing rune at work.
The guard retreated in horror. What level of monster was this? Not only was it not afraid of the demon-slaying sword, it even ate the sword. Didn't it say it was just a monster from the 'Diziyuan'? When did the monster from the Diziyuan become so strong?
.
besides......
Good guy?
He actually said he was a good person?!
It would have been enough to kill the court officials privately, or to kill the nine tribes by others, but this big herring actually said that he was a good person. Seeing the serious look in his eyes, the guard fell silent.
He found that the big herring didn't seem to be talking nonsense.
That's what he thinks.
What twisted values, good and bad, loyalty and righteousness, all changed with him. The most important thing is that this monster still feels that he is right in his heart, and the world is wrong.
"I took him away, don't go astray again in the future."
Wu Chong patted the frightened guard on the shoulder. He clearly felt that the other person's muscles tensed up the moment he came over, as if he didn't expect that he would suddenly come over. He even saw the other person's palms turning into the shape of eagle claws.
, it seemed that he almost couldn't hold back and attacked him.
Fortunately, the other party held back at the last moment.
'Another young man who had fallen off his feet was saved and he was not allowed to go further down the wrong path.'
Nodding with satisfaction, Wu Chong's big herring form slowly receded and returned to an ordinary man again. He bypassed the other party, walked over and grabbed the body of the long-dead old man, and disappeared into the darkness.
After waiting for a while after Wu Chong left, the guard relaxed and fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Am I really going astray?"
Looking back at the smashed wooden door and the missing protected object, the guard raised his hands and murmured to himself in confusion.
The mission was completed on the last day.
Naturally, there is no reward for this kind of task completion efficiency, and the score is also the worst. But for Wu Chong, this method is the best, as it does not delay things, and can also take advantage of the tiger's skin.
Perfect!
"Have you really practiced?"
The little old man sensed the change in Wu Chong's aura, and he couldn't help but ask. After getting along with him during this time, he found Wu Chong to be quite pleasing to his eyes. Unlike other monsters in Diziyuan, apart from being unmotivated, many of them
His ideas are similar to those of an old man like him. It would be a pity for such a good monster to die.
"Practice."
Wu Chong raised his arms, and nearly 150 years of demonic energy escaped. This was a full fifty years more powerful than before he left the capital.
"Oh, take care of yourself. When you die, Lord Turtle will go over and pour you a bowl of wine."
When the old turtle saw this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
He put his hands behind his back and left without looking back.
Wu Chong just chuckled. There were many things he couldn't tell Lao Gui. At worst, he would help him take care of his descendants later.
time flies.
In the blink of an eye, eighty years have passed.
The Chen Dynasty has been the fourth generation of kings since the old and new generations have replaced each other. At this point, signs of chaos have gradually begun to appear. Normally, the Chen Dynasty’s lifespan should not be so short, but with the presence of the thousand-year-old demon king, the National Preceptor, there is a steady stream of draws.
Under this situation, the country's strength and luck quickly dried up.
However, eighty years later, the signs of chaos are no different from those of the previous dynasty.