Zhao Jian paused slightly as he picked up the tea cup and smiled noncommittally, "This is also thanks to this young lady coming to Jianghai City."
Over the years, he transformed into mortals with different identities and stayed here in order to find people who could fight against 'Junshan'.
He is a god.
When gods interfere in mortal affairs, they will be punished by thunder and punishment from heaven. However, mortals are different. If things are done well, they will receive golden blessings. This is a blessing that may not be achieved in several lifetimes.
It's a pity that in today's world, spiritual energy is as rare as the morning star. Even if he finds a talented warlock, without the blessing of spiritual energy, he will be the same as a mortal.
After thinking through this, Zhao Jian became depressed and for a time he stayed in his room drinking and refused to go out.
This also caused him to miss the changes in the sky after Wen Yang arrived in Jianghai City.
That's a kind of luck.
A kind of aura of heaven and earth that mortals cannot see and only gods can sense.
In other words, Jianghai City will soon become a prosperous place with advanced technology.
The most convincing phenomenon today is that the spiritual energy from all directions is slowly gathering towards the rivers and seas, nourishing every plant and plant here and restoring their vitality.
Just when Zhao Jian was still slumped on the leather sofa he bought from the second-hand market and lamented the changes in the magnetic field generated by the soles of his feet, something caught his attention.
Someone stopped the flood.
According to the original ending, Jianghai City would be reduced to underwater ruins overnight after heavy rain poured down the city, with corpses strewn everywhere and no life left at all.
But someone happened to reverse the situation and save the people of this city.
Just as he was about to find a friend who was walking in the mortal world to ask, Liu Xuan came to the door with Wen Yang's manuscript paper.
Seeing this, Zhao Jian's eyes nearly popped out.
It's not that the content of the manuscript paper is very special, but the process of Liu Shulan's change of life to Junshan and a complicated formation diagram are clearly written on the back of the manuscript paper.
He had never seen this kind of formation diagram before, but he could tell something from the cold murderous aura given to it.
Although it is not powerful enough to kill 'Junshan', it is definitely not a problem to force the opponent to use all his strength.
As soon as the idea came to him, Zhao Jian couldn't sit still for a second and wished he could fly over immediately to meet this extremely thoughtful and capable person.
Thinking that the seemingly beautiful and frail Miss Wen had known that he was still alive since she stepped into Jianghai City, and had calculated in advance that the interior decoration master Liu Xuan and the others were looking for would recommend him, Zhao Jian looked at Wen Yang.
His eyes became a little hot.
Of course, this is purely the excitement of joining forces with a strong person.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked impatiently.
With such a capable person in this world, Zhao Jian felt that he could just lie down and have equal results.
Wen Yang seemed to sense something and turned his head to the sky, remaining silent.
…
While they were discussing countermeasures, Xiao Qiang took a group of people to see the situation in another middle school.
The same way of death completely changed the nature of the case.
Compared with feeling sorry for the deceased, suppressing public opinion and public panic has become the biggest headache for the police.
In less than an hour, the media swarmed to the school gate like zombies and blocked the place.
However, one wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
As soon as he arranged for his colleagues to put together the few things Wen Yang ordered, Xiao Qiang heard another bad news: Pregnant women in the obstetrics departments of various hospitals in Jianghaicheng were stillborn at the same time!
Obviously, the hand behind the back is invisibly controlling the fate of many people, and there is no telling who will be hit by misfortune at the next moment.
Under night.
Junshan stood on the roof of the hospital, quietly admiring the process of the originally brightly lit city gradually dying in his hands, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
However, this is not enough.
Far from enough.
The cold eyes stopped over a certain teahouse in Jianghai City, where two polar opposites of good and bad luck were entrenched.
With a tap of the toes, "Junshan" flew gracefully in that direction.
However, when he arrived, a corner of the teahouse was already empty.
He tilted his head and looked at the waiter, with a pair of charming red and phoenix eyes, "Where is the person sitting here?"
The waiter at the store had just finished his work for a while. He wiped away the beads of sweat with a towel on his shoulders and said, "It seems that he has just left not long ago. How about I try to help you chase him?"
Junshan smiled and sat on the chair where Wen Yang sat. He didn't know what he meant, "No need, I caught it myself. It's fun to torture."
Hearing these words, goosebumps crawled up the waiter's back, and he almost ran away from this inexplicably frightening customer.
Junshan didn't mind either. He sat down and took a slow sip from the teacup Wen Yang drank from.
Although he has a handsome appearance, his excessively pale complexion and gloomy and cold temperament still scare away the girls passing by. They rub their arms and stay away, fearing to come into contact with "Junshan".
And he himself seemed to have become accustomed to it. After adding a new pot of tea, he called the waiter.
Although the waiter in the store didn't really want to receive him, it was obviously not a wise move to open the door for business and show off to customers. After thinking about it, he quietly came to "Junshan" and said softly, "What are your orders?"
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While he was talking, the waiter glanced at the teapot on the table from the corner of his eye, picked it up and poured half a cup for "Junshan".
When pouring the tea, he felt the weight and estimated that there was still more than half a pot of tea, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
It seems that this guest will stay for at least another half hour.
As soon as he looked up, he suddenly found "Junshan"'s bottomless black eyes gleaming with murderous intent, looking at him quietly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
Then, I heard 'Junshan' say: "It seems you don't want me to appear here."
"Junshan"'s voice has a hint of gloom, which sounds very depressing.
The store waiter's face turned pale and he subconsciously ran out. Junshan didn't stop him. Only when he ran to the door did he stop tapping his fingers on the table. Then he flashed behind the waiter and pulled out a hand.
He grabbed his collar.
With a 'click' sound, the waiter's neck was violently twisted by him.
Without even uttering a exclamation, the young store waiter died in the hands of 'Junshan' with a pair of unwilling eyes.
‘Junshan’ tilted his head slightly, staring casually at the frightened expression on the corpse’s face, his dark eyes flashing with a scarlet and cruel smile.
"Maybe you don't know me well enough. Many people are dominated by their fate, but I - like to dominate my fate."
…
After the shop waiter died, his soul wandered aimlessly in the world.
Not long after "Junshan" left, he circled around the body several times, trying to get back in, but after several failed attempts, he finally realized that he really couldn't go back.
The ashen-faced waiter floated to the door of the store. He was about to blow his breath to make some noise so that the people inside would notice that he was dead, when he saw a flash of golden light, and suddenly a deep and narrow path appeared in front of him.
At the end of the road is a convenience store with soft yellow lights.