In the black business car, Brother Hongji took out the dark red boxing gloves, put them on, moved his cervical vertebrae, and grinned:

"Are these evil professions crazy? Do you want to start a full-scale war? It just so happens that the last fight was not enough. I want to show off my skills tonight."

Sun Miaomiao, who was sitting next to him, looked out the window at the empty space and silence, frowned and said:

"The situation tonight is a little strange. Whether the evil profession wants to provoke a provocation or a total ceasefire, there is no need to destroy hospitals, schools and tourist areas. They can just destroy the police station directly.

"My personal feeling is that they are deliberately causing trouble and don't know what they are planning."

Tianxia Guihuo nodded, then shook his head: "Anything that creates chaos and disrupts order is an official provocation, but the evil profession must be plotting something."

He suddenly remembered something and said, "Where is Jumang?"

Everyone looked at Guan Ya.

Guan Ya, who was in the front row, stared at the road without squinting. As a scout, she could sense everyone's gaze without looking back, and said:

"Don't worry about him. We'll go to Desen River Park in fifteen minutes."

Although everyone was puzzled, they didn't say anything anymore, or closed their eyes to rest, or adjusted their state.

Guan Yaze took out her mobile phone and called the bachelor in the assistant team:

"Turn off all surveillance around Desen River Park."

The velvet yellow streetlights cast a silent light as Zhang Yuanqing drove his business car to the rarely visited Desen River Highway.

There is a Desen River Park on the Isle of Man. During the day, it is full of tourists and citizens enjoying the scenery. However, because there are no residences and shops, the riverside is deserted at night.

And because the river wind is strong at night, even homeless people are too lazy to come here. Fighting here has the least risk of affecting ordinary people.

There was also a business car behind him, driven by the Inferi, and the aid team of the Five Elements Alliance, saints and extraordinary people, close to twenty people. Excluding the bachelors and musicians who were not good at war, there were still more than a dozen people. A business car

There is no room for sitting in the car.

He was worried that the traces of the performance would be too obvious and Bacchus and Hecate would not take the bait. Those two people who could become the pinnacle saints must have rich experience and wisdom.

Commercial vehicles are speeding along the riverside road. There is only a two-meter-wide green belt and guardrails away from the Desen River. During the day, tourists like to hold on to the guardrails to take photos and watch the transport ships passing by on the river.

After driving for fifteen minutes, the riverside park is right in front of us.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing looked through the rearview mirror and saw the street lights by the river extinguished one by one. The thick darkness was chasing him behind the car, and the extinguished street lights were its footsteps.

Soon, the commercial vehicle driven by the Infernal Corpse was swallowed up by darkness, and Zhang Yuanqing lost contact with the Infernal Corpse.

The aura of the Inferi is blocked, and even the branded owner cannot sense it.

When it came, Zhang Yuanqing raised the corner of his mouth, released the accelerator, and took the initiative to plunge into the embrace of darkness.

Rich, deep darkness enveloped the commercial vehicle, and even the light of the car lights became dim.

The commercial vehicle driven by Zhang Yuanqing suddenly lost control and crashed into the guardrail along the river. With a bang, the front of the car was dented and the guardrail cracked.

Zhang Yuanqing pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, and opened the door.

He looked into the darkness behind him and saw a middle-aged man with rosacea, a pot belly and a full beard, walking together with a handsome young man with freckles on his face.

"Bacchus, Hecate!" Zhang Yuanqing said in a low tone.

"Hey, get to know us." Bacchus touched his belly and said with a smile: "The second and fourth most wanted people on the A-level list teamed up to hunt you. Did you pee your pants in fear, boy!"

Hecate lazily commented: "A top-notch prop. It's a pity that the Five Elements Alliance team is not here, otherwise it would be two."

Having said this, he looked at the two empty commercial vehicles and frowned, "No one there?"

Why is there no one? If there is no one in the car, why would Jumang wander around the river with two empty cars?

Both of them felt something was wrong at the same time.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly took out his pistol, pointed it at the two men and continuously pulled the trigger, while arousing their urgency.

The bullets either shot into the sky, hit the ground, or flew diagonally through the river, perfectly avoiding Bacchus and Hecate. In front of an alcoholic, the trajectory was chaotic.

Although the bullets could not threaten the two peak saints, the attack behavior combined with emotional manipulation successfully aroused the two people's sense of urgency.

"Don't talk nonsense to him. There is a wind mage patrolling in the sky. Kill him quickly." Hecate stretched out her hand into the void and pulled out a dark coffin.

As he jumped into the coffin, he said: "Guard me!"

The coffin lid opened and closed again after he entered.

The next second, transparent ripples rippled from the coffin, spreading in circles and sweeping everything around.

Zhang Yuanqing in the distance and Bacchus nearby staggered for a while, and a wave of sleepiness swept over them. Their eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and no matter how strong their willpower was, it was difficult to stay awake.

Bacchus staggered a few times, forced himself to open his eyelids, took off the small tin wine bottle hanging from his waist, took a big gulp, and spit it out to Zhang Yuanqing in the distance.

The wine turned into a dense mist, with a strong and alluring drunkenness that quickly filled the air.

Plop!

Zhang Yuanqing could no longer bear it, his cheeks turned red, his knees went weak, and he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Plop!

Bacchus also fell down, and before his consciousness disappeared, he said "hey". When Jumang could not stop Hecate from sleeping, they had already won.

Of course, if three professions at the peak of their combat power hunt down a regular lawful profession, isn't it natural to succeed?

In the dream, the freckle-faced Hecate looked at the stern-looking Master Tongtian in shock.

"What are you doing in my dream?" He suddenly thought of the two empty business cars, and his expression suddenly changed: "No, you."

Leader Tongtian raised his lips: "Do you want to see the meteor shower?"

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, the gray sky lit up with red fire, and large meteorites fell from the sky, covering Hecate.

"Traitor, you traitor!!"

Hecate yelled angrily, and her figure was swallowed by the meteor.

Ten seconds later, the meteorite bombing ended. Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand to blow away the sputtered "dust" and saw Hecate lying on the ground full of potholes, asleep.

He was not dead. His consciousness was in a translucent state, between reality and illusion. It was this state that allowed him to avoid the bombing of the meteor shower and successfully survive.

Zhang Yuanqing is not surprised by this. This is the passivity of the Yongye profession. When encountering a fatal attack, the body and soul will enter a state of "nothingness".

This state is immune to all attacks!

This skill cannot be automatically released and requires awakening from the same profession or waiting for one's own awakening.

In the latter case, there is an uncertain number as to when he will wake up. It may be a day, it may be a few days, it may be a year, or even longer.

The Yongye profession in Zhong is a very special and partial profession. It almost abandons the offensive ability and only pursues one core: sealing.

All skills are derived from the seal, and sleep is one of the derived abilities of the "seal".

A profession like this that abandons all offensive capabilities must have self-protection skills. Zhang Yuanqing already knew this after reading the information about the Yongye profession.

"Sleep well!"

Zhang Yuanqing exited the dream and came to reality, just in time to see the original body and Bacchus waking up one after another.

Bacchus, who had just opened his eyelids, originally thought that Ju Mang had been successfully shot to death. Before he could show his joy, he suddenly saw Ju Mang lying on the opposite side and actually got up.

Not dead? Why did he wake up when he wasn't dead? Bacchus turned back blankly and looked at the dark coffin.

At this sight, he felt a tingling tremor all over his body. Hecate in the coffin was lying quietly, her body in an illusory state.

As the local evil profession and the pinnacle saint, Bacchus could certainly tell that Hecate was passive, so Maleficent was lifted.

Just now, he and Gou Mang were both in a coma, and within the area covered by the Maleficent Curse, unless they were the Lord, they would immediately fall into a deep sleep even if reinforcements from the Five Elements Alliance and Heavenly Punishment arrived.

The only possibility is that Bacchus looked at Master Tongtian beside the coffin.

Leader Tongtian is like a villain, with a sinister curve on his lips:

"It's you who should wet your pants, Old boy."

After speaking, he raised his head and made a sharp whistle.

Mental blow!

Bacchus' head felt as if he had been hit with a heavy hammer, and warm blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and nose.

The leader of Tongtian is a traitor, a traitor placed in the Hunter Guild by Heaven's Punishment. Damn it, little bitch Catherine, didn't you check and confirm repeatedly before recruiting!

Bacchus endured the pain of his brain being split, and instead of fighting the leader of Tongtian and Jumang, he turned around and rushed towards the Desen River.

It is impossible for him to kill two peak saints in a short period of time, especially if there are spies on his side, and the elites of Heavenly Punishment are likely to be ambushing nearby.

"You can't get away." Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the Box of Night from the inventory, opened it with a snap, and released the darkness inside, making the surrounding darkness even more intense.

Then, he took out the matchbox that had not been used for a long time, polished it, and made a wish against the bright candlelight:

"I make a wish that the seal of the Box of Night is impeccable!"

The flame suddenly brightened and burned out quickly, and the wish came true.

From now on, the barrier of the Box of Night is like a rule. No one below the Saint stage can break it.

Bacchus' path forward was blocked by darkness. He tried to use the "loophole" ability to bend the rules and escape from the restriction, but found that the barrier was solid and perfect, with no loopholes to drill through.
To be continued...