The red sports car was speeding on the road, and the street lights retreated silently.
The little fox was sleeping soundly in his arms, while Wang Jin was blowing the cold wind and chatting with Hu Huo from time to time.
"You don't look like the kind of person who can drive."
Wang Jin covered the little fox with his coat and said casually.
"You don't look like an executioner who kills without blinking an eye."
Hu Huo's voice was less charming and more cold.
"One against a hundred, a very good record."
"It's actually very reluctant."
Wang Jin slowly shook his head.
With one against a hundred, this kind of thing can be tried in ordinary times.
But Wang Jin's current physical condition is quite bad, and many ghost items cannot be used.
The person who can successfully kill all his minions must rely on the strange secret ritual arranged by the command bureau.
That strange involuntary feeling always reminded Wang Jin of Chi'er's abilities.
It was as if I was suddenly living someone else's life.
It's just that the secret technology has a stronger sense of inconsistency, and the focus is somewhat different.
Perhaps it was the collision of these two forces that allowed Wang Jin to leave the community unharmed.
"So... Wei Shan's matter is over?"
After thinking for a moment, Wang Jin turned to look at Hu Huo.
"Of course not."
The woman shook her head.
"We just don't need to worry about it anymore."
"The administration will cut the video just now into a movie trailer and release a bad movie under the spotlight."
"Those people will start arguing among themselves, and if they keep arguing... no one will remember Xi Chi."
"Most of the movies that are incredibly bad are actually covering up something."
"The entertainment industry and public opinion are always inseparable."
"For the bureau, this is the best shield and sword."
Hu Huo pressed a button, and the folded roof slowly rose.
"Next, the minions will rescue the trickster."
"It's very common for things to turn from big to small, or small to nothing."
Hu Huo shrugged, as if he was used to this kind of thing.
"...Couldn't the commanding bureau directly ask for his release from the beginning?"
Wang Jin frowned.
"That's a question a smart person would ask, because I've asked it too."
The woman smiled.
It's not the usual charming smile, but it's refreshing and just right.
When getting along with people close to her, this woman seemed to have taken off her usual disguise and became extremely relaxed.
"It's not that the governing bureau can't do it, but it's considering the consequences."
"It's very suspicious to let the police let go of a murderer who took more than 20 lives."
"It goes against the principles of the Crucible Bolt to make ordinary people aware that there is another world in the darkness."
"This is the world of adults, boring and troublesome."
"Being an executioner is more enjoyable, isn't it?"
Hu Huo looked at Wang Jin, with a hint of imperceptible envy flashing in his eyes.
"It's okay."
Wang Jin rolled down the window to avoid motion sickness.
He actually wanted to be a pure executioner like Hu Huo said.
I happily chop off people's heads every day and then go home to have dinner singing and dancing.
But he has to survive first.
"Your black card doesn't seem to have been used much. I heard that you are very short of money."
Hu Huo suddenly spoke.
She seemed to hesitate for a long time whether to ask this question.
"...I think I spent three million to pay for someone else's car."
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
He found that the "not moving much" in Hu Huo's words was different from what he imagined.
"Compared with your value, three million is nothing."
"Actually, you can use this card to buy precipitant...it's only one to two hundred million."
"The Hu family's thousands of years of accumulation cannot be spent easily by one person."
Hu Huo opened his car window to let the air circulate.
"Forget it."
Wang Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Three million favors and one hundred million favors are not the same thing at all.
The former may only need to run errands and show up.
The latter might cost him half his life.
"But you go to Qingqiu to solve the pollution... you also owe a favor."
Hu Huo frowned, as if he didn't quite understand Wang Jin's train of thought.
"If the pollution remains unsolved, I won't be able to die for the time being."
The young man shook his head slowly.
"I want to meet someone this time."
All ten evils are revealed, and the drama is about to reach its climax.
Wang Jin wants to do the same as other forces.
Collect the strange objects and the ten evil things.
This is no easy job.
Wang Jin does not have a huge rebel force like minions, so he is obviously seeking death by leading his followers to make enemies of the entire Northeast.
He needs to use a softer approach to solve the problem.
For example, negotiation is what tuners are best at.
As for who to talk to...
Naturally, it was the leaders from the Northeast.
Mrs. Hu, Mrs. Mrs. Hu, Mr. Huang, Mrs. Huang.
It's a pity that these big shots and dragons have never seen the light of day, and they obviously have no intention of taking care of these nonsense.
If we settle for the next best thing... it would be Hu Si Tai Nai, the fifth seat.
"Is Qingqiu this direction?"
Wang Jin looked at the suburban sign above his head and asked casually.
"No."
Hu Huo shook his head gently, with a faint smile on his face.
"This is my home."
"Um?"
Wang Jin's eyes widened and he shrank back.
"It's not just me, Hu Ling is also here."
Hu Huo smiled and said hello to the security guard and drove into the villa complex.
"Including Xiao Qi, there are three girls."
"You're not going to have a good time tonight."
Hu Huo stepped on the brakes and the sports car stopped steadily.
She took the sleeping little fox and put it aside.
Just when Wang Jin was about to get up and leave.
Hu Huo suddenly lowered his backrest and pressed over him without hesitation.
The smell of high-end perfume fills the nasal cavity, making people feel dizzy.
The beauty looked at Wang Jin condescendingly, like a beast catching its prey.
Her long red hair hangs down like a waterfall, and the shoulder straps of her long dress slip slightly.
The slender and round thighs rubbed slowly against Wang Jin's ribs, feeling warm and elastic.
Wang Jin clenched his fists and his heart beat faster and faster.
The smile on Hu Huo's face became thicker and thicker, and he seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot.
This young man is usually too serious. There is always a smile and confidence in his eyes.
Hu Huo wanted to see more emotions, such as embarrassment and longing.
And now, her plan succeeded.
Although the emotion in Wang Jin's eyes was not quite right... at least it was no longer the calm state of Gujing.
After a long time, she smiled and stretched out her hand to draw circles on Wang Jin's chest.
"Little guy, you are the first person to refuse my business card."
"I thought I wasn't that beautiful."
"Looking at your heartbeat so fast now... I really think too much."
Hu Huo smiled, picked up the sleeping little fox, and turned around to walk away.
“…”
Wang Jin remained silent.
Fortunately, Hu Huo left in time.
Otherwise, a full punch from the overloaded state... would make her sad for a long time.
There is no way, high-intensity vigilance has become instinctive.
Fortunately, there was no response to the inspiration warning, so he barely stopped the attack.
"Little guy, what are you waiting for?"
Seeing that Wang Jin was stunned and motionless, Hu Huo turned around and shouted.
"Three girls, don't you look forward to it?"
"Oh...of course I'm not looking forward to it."
Wang Jin slowly shook his head.
——
After a while.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wang Jin, who was swatting mosquitoes, understood why Hu Huo said he had a hard time tonight.
The three little girls occupied the sofa in the master bedroom and the second bedroom respectively.
All that was left to Wang Jin was the broken tent on the balcony.
It just so happens that the front yard of the villa is a fountain.
This results in mosquitoes becoming more numerous and larger, like mutations.
Fighting mosquitoes is a physical job, and occasionally getting bitten twice makes people full of anger.
Fortunately, Wang Jin has already made a rough guess, so he won't be too depressed now.
Hearing the sound of women playing around in the house, he sighed leisurely.
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
I'll go to Qingqiu tomorrow, it doesn't matter if I have to suffer for one night.
"It would be great if my home hadn't been bombed..."
Looking up at the stars in the sky, Wang Jin whispered softly.
The security in high-end residential areas is really good.
Wang Jin did not encounter any enemies other than mosquitoes.
Of course, this still caused him a lot of suffering.
Fortunately, the little fox secretly moved him to the sofa in the middle of the night and shrank into his arms as usual.
So Wang Jin was awakened by an inspiration warning.
"Fuck!"
The young man's eyes widened and he turned over and jumped up without hesitation.
The sword flashed and the sofa was split into two.
Along with the floor and walls.
"What...what's going on?"
Wang Jin gasped and looked at the holes in his clothes.
He remembered that he was sleeping in a tent, so why was he struck by a sword?
"snort."
Hu Ling was holding Du Kang in his hand, but his expression was still unkind.
She did not continue to attack, not only because Wang Jinzheng had a head of white hair.
Also because of the shotgun pointed at his head.
"Sorry, instinctive reaction."
Wang Jin scratched his head helplessly and put down Alice.
"Have you both gotten to this point? Or on the couch?"
Hu Huo's exclamation came, and she didn't even bother to change out of her pajamas.
"Xiao Qi is not yet an adult, you have the ability to come after me."
She waved her fist at Wang Jin, and there seemed to be some expectation in her voice.
“…”
Wang Jin was speechless for a while.
He didn't even know what was happening.
"Eh...?"
The little fox rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the tip of his bare tail.
Then he looked aggrievedly at Hu Ling, who was at a loss.
——
One hour later.
"Do you really want to take the train? It's a quick drive."
Hu Huo looked at the dilapidated train station and sighed.
"Be patient."
Hu Ling patted Hu Huo with a solemn look on his face.
"I have a senior who said, try not to get on the highway."
"I don't know the reason...but he should understand."
Halfway through her words, she pointed at Wang Jin.
All ghost story workers have a certain degree of persecution paranoia.
Wang Jin is even more outstanding among the patients.
He sighed and spoke slowly.
"The highway is too dangerous. I can think of no less than ten ways to kill people."
"The easiest thing is to get a few large trucks, four in the front and eight in the back."
Wang Jin sighed and slowly closed his palms.
Snap.
Even an armored vehicle would be useless if it was pinched like this.
Kill the toughest enemies at the lowest cost.
"It's much safer to take the train."
Wang Jin waved his hand by his side again.
He was pointing at the hurried pedestrians.
"The minions won't massacre civilians, and they don't have the guts to blow up trains directly."
"You can understand that... I am using ordinary people as a shield."
"Despicable, but useful."
Wang Jin shrugged.
He ignored the shock in other people's eyes and continued to look around, occasionally saying hello to figures in the crowd.
Waving again and again was met with silent responses again and again.
There are office workers in suits, middle-aged people in sweaters, young people in sportswear, and girls in long skirts.
Their ages and genders are not the same, and their occupations are completely unrelated.
Gray clothes are the only thing they have in common.
If you disappear into the crowd, you will disappear without a trace, just like the most ordinary passerby.
The Paradise Prince Support Group...also called the Twilight Council.
With Tian Gou's financial supply, the scale of this hybrid organization has already grown beyond comparison.
The Twilight Council has penetrated the entire Jiuchun.
These hybrids are not too strong, and the pain caused by their strange bloodline far outweighs the gifts.
But they are precisely the backbone of maintaining the normal operation of Jiuchun.
Intercept, expel, chase, obliterate.
For mixed race groups who want a piece of the pie, Jiuchun is almost an impenetrable wall.
Even the minions must stick together, and small groups will only end up being wiped out.
Of course, they are not the only ones working silently.
One or two willow immortals will be deployed at important nodes such as train stations, and you can also see plush flocks of worshipers taking turns guarding each area.
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It is different from the new stars like Wang Jin that light up the night sky.
These guys are the majority at the back of society.
Maybe they won't be able to play a ghost story card until they die, but they still have their own life, their own joys, sorrows and joys.
"It seems like you've only been here in Jiuchun for more than a month."
Hu Huo raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of shock and admiration.
A seventeen-year-old boy came to a strange city alone and got involved in the unpredictable turmoil.
He was not swallowed up, but quickly took root and grew, finally sheltering the city in his shadow.
A remarkable achievement.
"It's thirty-two days."
The fox-eared girl nodded and added softly.
Outsiders can only see Wang Jin's rapid development in power, but she knows how much Wang Jin has paid.
"ha."
The young man smiled.
He has a unique secret in this regard.
All members of the Twilight Council, without exception, believe in the Cult of Plush.
After all, this cult has a salary.
Not only that, the Plush Sect also...
Pollution precipitants are distributed free of charge, five insurances and one housing fund are provided, bonuses are not bad, and bonuses and holidays are not bad, and hairtail fish are given out during holidays.
Although I have to fight for my life with others from time to time.
Why not work hard?
It is more glorious to die on the battlefield than on a desk.
They believed from the bottom of their hearts that the Plush God was a sincere and kind-hearted god, and were willing to pay the highest respect to Wang Jin, the envoy of the god.
I wish I could take it home and offer it as an offering.
It is this indestructible belief that gives the Twilight Council its amazing cohesion.
Very ironic.
The secret to making employees work well is actually normal welfare benefits.
Of course, there is only one reason why Wang Jin, a capitalist, can be so generous.
No need to pay out of your own pocket.
"Let's go."
Wang Jin smiled and shook his head, dragging Hu Xiaobei along.
"The train is leaving."
Crunch.
The moment he boarded the train, Wang Jin frowned and scanned the crowd twice.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt like there was something in the crowd.
But when he actually went to look for it, the other party disappeared without a trace.
"What's wrong?"
Hu Ling asked softly.
"nothing."
The young man shook his head and stepped into the car.
Almost at the same time, the train ended.
The man holding the guide stick put his gold-rimmed glasses into his pocket, nodded to the conductor, and stepped onto the train as well.
The other direction.
The white-haired old man in Tang suit bowed his hand to the conductor and slowly stepped onto the train.
Woo!!
The train whistle.
The giant steel snake slowly accelerated and drove into the distance.
——
"Ah...what a pity."
Wang Jin groped around for a while and sighed slightly.
He looked up at Hu Ling.
"Do you still remember the bell you gave me some time ago?"
"The one that can detect the head of Lu, remember."
Hu Ling nodded slowly.
"I left in a hurry yesterday and forgot it in the house."
Wang Jin rubbed his temples and secretly thought it was a pity.
Years of experience have made him accustomed to putting all useful things in his backpack, which makes it easier to access.
But Wang Jin was worried that the bell would ring for him twice when it shouldn't, exposing his whereabouts at a critical moment.
So he hung the bell on the bedside.
The sudden attack last night prevented Wang Jin from paying attention to it, so he didn't know where the bell fell.
"Why do you think of Lu Zhishou at this time?"
Hu Ling was stunned for a moment, trying to follow Wang Jin's thoughts.
“It never hurts to be prepared in advance.”
The young man frowned.
The Twilight Council can hold back those hordes of unclean ones.
But doctors and Lu Zhishou, who are fighting alone, would be difficult to track as long as their appearance changes slightly.
Wang Jin knew this, so he was always on guard.
It's a pity that God did not fulfill people's wishes.
"Don't think too much, silly boy."
The fox-eared girl reached out and patted Wang Jin on the shoulder.
"The car at the end is our lucky car, nothing will happen."
"...Are you sure?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
The first person to sit in the last carriage was the Dusk Parliament who had just arrived here.
They directly had a head-on conflict with Qian Wuchang.
The train was almost overturned and blood flowed into a river.
The person sitting in the last carriage for the second time was Wang Jin who was going to retrieve Xiaobai's tomb.
As soon as he got out of the car, he was chased and chopped by more than 40 people, causing blood to flow into a river again.
No matter how you look at it, luck should not be involved here.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Hu Ling raised the Dukang in his hand, then raised his head and took a sip of wine.
God knows how she got all this stuff on the train.
——
"What a coincidence, teacher."
The blind cane in the man's hand was beating and knocking, and finally fell beside the old man.
“…”
Lu Zhishou narrowed his eyes.
He watched the man throw away his blind cane, put on gold-rimmed glasses, and become like an ordinary office worker.
when.
The copper coin dart sliced open the flesh without leaving a trace, cut off half of the ear, and finally nailed it to the seat.
The doctor showed no reaction, as if it was not his own body.
Snap.
The thick black liquid dripped slowly, turning the ground into a small swamp.
"Yo."
The doctor belatedly touched the wound and then sighed.
"Teacher, it's hard to find such a perfect puppet."
"Don't break it for me."
The doctor unbuttoned two buttons, revealing the dark fingerprints on the skin.
"I have no intention of taking action. Let's do our own thing without disturbing each other."
"How about we wait until there is a conflict of interest and then fight to the death?"
"Not very good."
Lu Zhishou snorted coldly and threw out the talisman in his hand without hesitation.
Golden light flashed and the doctor's body quickly fell apart.
Obviously, Lu Zhishou did not intend to cooperate with the doctor.
pity.
The man disappeared at the same time.
The woman far away from Lu Zhishou slowly stood up, picked up the gold-rimmed glasses that had fallen to the ground, and put them on her face.