In Leonard's car, several people huddled together hard.
This old-fashioned van, which has survived countless natural disasters, is almost turned into scrap.
But it still moved forward hard, making a chugging sound.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The little fox lying in Li Hui's arms covered the big bump on his head and cried so hard.
He had good intentions to save people, but he was thrown away directly.
That was the first aid method she learned online before going out.
"It's too much. It's really too much."
After grunting a few times, she bit Wang Jin, seemingly venting her dissatisfaction.
The latter did not give in an inch and started fighting with the little fox with wounds all over his body. The scene was very chaotic for a time.
Li Hui, who was sitting on the other side, looked at Wang Jin quietly, her eyes full of tenderness.
Zhao Guangming, who was in the passenger seat, raised his head slightly and seemed to be asleep.
As if he had a sweet dream, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted up, revealing a faint smile.
The sunshine that had not been seen for a long time shone down, dispelling the faint curse in the air.
Both divine evil and Liuli have disappeared with the curse.
The hatred seven years ago, the disaster seven years later.
Everything disappeared.
The heavy rain that enveloped the entire city of Shangjing disappeared with Liuli's death, as if it had never happened.
Han Dong and Xiaozi left first with Meng Yu, seemingly preparing to deal with the mess left by this incident.
"Ha...I won't fight you."
The little fox yelled and bit Wang Jin for the last time, then scampered back to Li Hui's arms.
After yawning, her expression gradually became serious.
"I told you, boy, you are in the limelight this time."
"I led the team to deal with this level of trouble. The command bureau owes you a big favor."
"Have you figured out how to use this favor?"
"Almost."
Wang Jin nodded, his expression a little complicated.
He just came to attend the annual meeting. He should have been eating and drinking every day, sweating in the ring, and happily pretending to be awesome.
But on his second day here, he accidentally handled such a big incident.
Everything happened so fast that it was hard to react.
Even now, Wang Jin still wonders if he is dreaming.
But the bursts of pain coming from his body clearly gave the answer.
"call…"
No one spoke anymore, and the car fell into a brief silence.
Wang Jin slowly closed his eyes and began to recall his gains and losses.
Part of the power of the evil god, the vines of the green god, and the favor of the governing bureau.
Just one of these three things is enough to make countless people flock to it.
The rewards are undoubtedly abundant.
Although he didn't show it, Wang Jin was happiest when he rescued Zhao Guangming.
No matter how you look at it, this old man is ready to die.
If he hadn't followed, he would have been burned out by the flames of hatred.
Of course, everything has a price.
Needless to say, even Wang Jin couldn't figure out why he was still alive.
Annie's two blessings of fire should have burned everything in him long ago, and the power of the evil god is even more overbearing.
Scratches, bruises, burns, and blood loss caused by red lines on the body.
This kind of injury would make it impossible for anyone to get up.
But Wang Jin is still alive and kicking, and can even compete with the little fox.
All kinds of abnormal phenomena made him a little uneasy.
But Wang Jin no longer has the time to think about that.
Everyone is alive, that's what matters.
My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my mind is getting duller.
He fell asleep.
——
"Director, calm down."
Furnace Bolt, in the director's office.
Ma Yao was holding a teapot and walking around next to the figure wearing a robe.
"The deputy director didn't violate the rules, he just wanted to see an old friend."
"And the matter has been resolved, you don't have to worry anymore."
"Solved?"
The man called the director turned around, revealing a majestic face.
The slightly messy long hair hangs down, blocking the eyes that are always shining.
The slightly gray beard does not make him look older, but rather adds a bit of charm that has accumulated over time.
The slightly broad shoulders hold up the scholar's robe, like a flag.
Even sitting down, one can feel how tall he is, and his unfathomable aura is even more frightening.
Just looking at his appearance, this man is only in his early forties at most.
But his eyes were so profound, like an old man who had seen through everything.
However, what stands above all of this is the strong aura of a scholar in him.
More like a professor than a director.
This is also what many people say about him.
"Solved? You told me it was solved?"
The man kept repeating this sentence for a long time, and he seemed to be amused.
Then he took out his mobile phone and showed it to Ma Yao.
The above is a very blurry video, but the content can still be seen.
A young man in white attire, filled with hatred and fire, wielded a sharp blade of revenge against the figure that was out of reach.
There is also a paragraph of text at the bottom.
Shocked! Unidentified creatures appeared in the old city! Is it aliens or celebrity hype?
"You told me this is resolved?"
The man swiped twice on his phone to open an app called Guitanpai.
In addition to collecting cards, it is also a place for ghost story workers to exchange information.
At this moment, the first thing on the headlines was the news that the Chinese Administration had taken action to help the mixed race.
Shocked! The governing bureau showed kindness to the unclean people! What is its intention?
The whole article below is full of conspiracy theories, saying that the unclean people are actually secretly taking orders from the command bureau or something like that.
"This...these were written by the same person, right?"
Ma Yao suddenly felt his eyes going dark.
It was his fault, he was too young.
The director's idea is right, unclean people are hot potatoes, and whoever touches them will be unlucky.
"well."
The man sighed, and then patted Ma Yao on the shoulder.
"You two are also stupid. How could I not have discovered that little abacus?"
"I can't just watch Shangjing City disappear."
As the director spoke, he took the teapot from Ma Yao's hand and poured himself a cup.
What came out of the tea cup was the rich aroma of wine.
"Don't think that I don't know. You are saying behind my back that I am old and confused."
"You guys are still too young."
The man drank the Erguotou in the teacup in one gulp and looked at Ma Yao with a smile.
"I represent the attitude of the command bureau. Do you understand the attitude?"
"The reason why it is explicitly prohibited is so that we can have something to say now."
"When they throw dirty water, send this statement out."
The man took out a file bag from his desk and threw it to Ma Yao.
"It's up to you to press down on the media, and then use this to block the mouth of the Art Association. If it doesn't work, I have another way."
Pushing up his glasses, the man had a sly smile on his face.
How could the director of the bureau, who can perfectly coordinate all forces, be a simple person?