Di Wu, Di Wu.
A few police cars arrived in front of the ruined factory with their sirens blaring.
A valiant young female police officer walked out of the police car with her people.
Following behind her were also very young police officers.
There were about ten of them.
Seize, seize. These police officers seemed to be a little nervous.
"Newbie?" Ling Ping'an thought, "An intern who just graduated from the police academy?"
Probably only such a young boy would be so nervous.
Looking at their nervous expressions, Ling Ping'an smiled and went forward.
"Excuse me, are you from the North Road sub-bureau?" He tried his best to make his voice gentler so as not to put pressure on these police officers.
The female police officer in the lead seemed to be shocked when she saw him. Although she hid it very well, Ling Ping'an still noticed the flash of panic in the female police officer's eyes.
"What's going on?" Ling Ping'an found it difficult to understand.
"Yes..." the other party seemed to be trying very hard to calm herself down and then squeezed out a smile, "I'm the B-rank police officer of the North Road sub-bureau, Ning Qinghong!"
She sized up the scene. On her pure white neck, one could clearly see the movement of swallowing saliva.
He heard her say, "I'm here on orders to receive... um... criminals..."
Ling Ping'an chuckled.
He pointed at the ten or so black-robed people in front of him who looked very obedient with their hands raised, "These... are the members of the criminal gang..."
"And their leader..."
Ling Ping'an glanced at his feet from the corner of his eyes. The guy who had been thrown to the ground and seemed to have not regained his senses, "It's him! He seems to be some ancestor... "
… …
Ning Qinghong tried her best to calm herself down.
At the same time, she comforted her companions through the spiritual link, "Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid... Young Master Ling won't hurt us..."
However, in the spiritual link, there was only endless panic of her companions!
Some people were even so scared that their psionic power stopped.
There was no other way!
Everything in front of him was simply too horrifying and horrifying.
The ground seemed to have been smashed by a meteorite.
Cracks that looked like spider webs extended into the thick fog.
As for Young Master Ling, he was calm and unruffled as he stepped on the corpses under his feet.
The corpses that were fiercely smashed by gravity!
His flesh, bones, and internal organs were all mixed together and could no longer be separated.
The chief deacon of the Yan Sheng School, the one who held the Corpse Dismemberment Ceremony, was known as the most difficult person to kill in the world.
Now, he could not be any more dead.
The magic robe that he had placed his body in after he had dismembered was violently shattered.
Every piece of his robe was stained with blood.
His soul was entangled by an invisible black tentacle.
The tip of the tentacle was completely open.
It was like a man-eating flower from the depths of a nightmare.
Just like the evil spirits in those horrible nightmares.
Drops of mucus dripped down.
The wailing and begging of the soul entered his ears.
Above his head, a gigantic ghost god that was dozens of meters tall stood in the thick fog.
His huge head hung above this area.
The three lantern-sized eyes sized up and scrutinized everything with malicious intent.
The air was filled with a terrifying and dangerous aura.
Spirit energy gave off an incredibly strange scent in the silence.
Vaguely, there seemed to be countless ghosts wailing in the thick fog.
This was the ultimate horror.
It came from the first memories of the ancestors of fear.
It also came from the day of the birth of spiritual wisdom. After understanding 'who I am' and defining 'my existence', the fear that came along with it.
Everyone would die.
Whether it was emperors, generals, ministers, or extraordinary beings with remarkable abilities.
Even gods would fall one day.
Thus, death itself became the source of fear.
No matter how powerful a warrior was, no matter how smart a wise person was, they would be afraid of death.
And now, death itself was revealed in front of their eyes.
So …
The general would also die …
So …
Even someone as powerful as the general could be easily crushed to death like a chicken.
Ning Qinghong looked at the corpse that had been smashed into pieces on the ground.
She felt the wailing and begging for mercy from the tightly bound and tortured soul.
There was only one sentence in her heart.
"As the son of heaven, his death is not as good as that of an ordinary man!"
The chief deacon of the Yan Sheng school, who was known to be impossible to be killed by normal means, was the most perverted and ruthless butcher among the wanted criminals of the Federal Empire.
Now, he had died more miserably than a dog.
His soul was bound and kept wailing and begging for mercy.
His current appearance was probably worse than those innocent people who had died in his hands.
That person\'s voice came into her ears. It was very easy-going.
"These criminals are not only poaching the rare and protected species here..."
Ning Qinghong raised her head and saw a group of ghosts circling around this person.
He gently reached out and bowed to a ghost.
He was wearing a black military uniform and had a ramrod straight posture.
There was no doubt that this was a guardian of the Cross Slope.
"Look..."
"How cute are these little things?"
At the Cross Slope Bookstore. Ning Qinghong swallowed her saliva and could only nod. "They are very cute!"
"They are protected, right?"
"Yes!" Ning Qinghong nodded vigorously.
The guardians in the Cross Slope were naturally protected by the law.
In a sense, they were also members of the Blackguard.
These respectable warriors were all soldiers who had sacrificed themselves here back then.
That person said, "Other than poaching... they also kidnapped several innocent people in an attempt to cover up their crimes!"
"In fact, after seeing me, not only did they not surrender, they even dared to resist..."
"I had no choice!" He shrugged. "It\'s just a small punishment to warn them. I\'ll give them a light punishment!"
"Miss Police Officer!" He smiled and gently stepped on the broken limbs on the ground. "I had no choice!"
Ning Qinghong swallowed her saliva and said, "I understand!"
She thought of this person\'s character and tried her best to squeeze out a smile. "Young master, I will report your righteous deed to the higher-ups in detail!"
The other party listened and was very satisfied.
"Then I\'ll have to trouble you, Miss Police Officer!"
"No trouble!" Ning Qinghong quickly said, "No trouble!"
… …
Carrying Peng Chang, Zhang Hui landed on the top of a building in Luming Villa.
A few staff members who were already waiting immediately came forward.
Zhang Hui threw the ancestor of the Witchcraft Sect, who only weighed about ten kilograms, to those people and instructed, "Send it to the Blackguard\'s transcendent being research institute..."
"Tell the people at the research institute to carefully observe and record the actual data of this specimen and analyze it..."
The current ancestor of the Witchcraft Sect had indeed become a specimen.
His... no... its final value was probably to provide the Blackguard with an\ 'unknown spell research analysis report\'.
Perhaps it could even be of some use!
"Yes!" An official handed Peng Chang to a few staff members.
Then, he said to Zhang Hui, "General, the Imperial Capital Public Security Bureau just received a call... It\'s that person... He said that he\'s caught a group of criminals..."
Zhang Hui listened and slowly curled his lips. "As expected..."
"That person is still sticking to his character design!"
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Hui asked, "Who led the team to take over?"
"Reporting to General, it\'s Ning Qinghong!"
"Oh!" Zhang Hui nodded. He was not surprised.
Ning Qinghong was a typical example of the Blackguard.
A typical example of a thousand gold market horses.
In the past, the Blackguard had never had a foreign species that could reach the realm of a general.
It was not that there were few foreign species in the Blackguard.
It was that foreign species were not used to the atmosphere of the Blackguard.
They always felt that the Blackguard was too involved.
Therefore, many foreign species would submit a\ 'retirement report\' before they cultivated to the level of general.
The Blackguard and the Empire naturally knew that a melon that was forcefully picked would not be sweet.
Therefore, as long as they made a report, they would let them go after confirming that the other party had made up his mind to leave.
Ning Qinghong was the first foreign species expert in 200 years to still stay in the Blackguard after breaking through to the level of general.
Naturally, she would be given preferential treatment.
If there were benefits, they would be given to her first.
In order to motivate the latecomers.
This was also a kind of display: to show all foreign species that they really treated everyone the same. \ 'Variety Literature.\'
"Where is the commander-in-chief now?" Zhang Hui asked again.
"Reporting to General, the commander-in-chief contacted us ten minutes ago. At this moment, his private plane should be in the sky above Liangzhou..."
Zhang Hui nodded and turned around.
He looked at the movement in the direction of the palace under the deep night sky.
He could sense that the psionic power fluctuations in the direction of the palace had stopped.
The battle was over.
Therefore, he picked up the communication device and asked, "Brother Song, how\'s the situation?"
Song Shihui\'s faint laughter came from the communication device, "Fortunately, I did not fail my mission and have taken Qian Qianqiu\'s life!"
"Thank you for your hard work, sir!" Zhang Hui hung up the communication device.
The bat demon Qian Qianqiu was not a foreign species.
To be precise, he was a lunatic who cultivated from a human to a demon.
In the era of the recovery of spirit aura, not only foreign species could cultivate into a human and become a species that was no different from humans.
Humans could also cultivate some demonic spells and turn themselves into demons.
Qian Qianqiu was one of them.
Moreover...
Qian Qianqiu was also an extremely special type of demon among these demons.
It was said that he rose to power in the mysterious\ 'Realm of Nightmare\'.
He was an expert in the Realm of Nightmare.
Because of this, he had life-saving spells.
Killing him once wasn\'t enough.
He wasn\'t afraid of death!
"Realm of Nightmare..."
Thinking of the strange and mysterious Realm of Nightmare, Zhang Hui frowned.
The Blackguard had been searching for the Realm of Nightmare.
They even set up a special agency to target it.
They even sent many people into the Realm of Nightmare to explore.
After making sacrifices, they gradually touched the threshold.
Unfortunately...
More than two months ago, all work against the Realm of Nightmare had been interrupted.
All the members of the Blackguard who had infiltrated the Realm of Nightmare would no longer be punished by the so-called\ 'Realm\' for leaking information about the Realm of Nightmare.
However, this was even more troublesome.
Because previously, there were loopholes and loopholes in the Realm of Nightmare.
That thing, in the Blackguard\'s research, seemed to be a monster that was more similar to a computer than a human.
Its logic and procedures were relatively rigid.
Therefore, the Blackguard had experimented with many methods to safely carry secrets and intelligence out of the Realm of Nightmare.
But two months ago, the Realm of Nightmare had undergone a drastic change.
Since then, everything related to the Realm of Nightmare, whether it was language, writing, or anything recorded by any other means.
It would be interfered with for an incomprehensible reason.
Simply put, any words and language related to the Realm of Nightmare were blocked by an incomprehensible force.
Those who entered the Realm of Nightmare, when talking about anything related to the Realm of Nightmare.
No one else could hear, see, or feel it.
"The various strangeness of the Realm of Nightmare..."
"Some of the characteristics are very similar to that person..."
"Could it be that... that person is the source of all the changes in the Realm of Nightmare?"
Zhang Hui thought.
If that was the case...
Perhaps, in the future, the Blackguard could cooperate with him.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the female police officer in front of him and blinked, "Can I leave now?"
"Don\'t you need to take a statement?"
This was a little unexpected.
Wasn\'t it always like this on TV?
However, he was still very happy to be able to end this matter so easily.
After all, it was already past one o\ 'clock.
Ning Qinghong shivered when she heard this.
Statement?
How could she dare to let this person follow her to the police station to make a statement?
Therefore, she revealed a sweet smile, "Young master... We have already understood everything about the matter!"
"Tonight, you acted bravely for a just cause …"
"According to the law and system, you can indeed leave!"
"Of course... if it\'s convenient for you, please add a letter..."
"If there\'s anything else that I need to trouble you with, I\'ll communicate with you again..."
When Ling Ping\ 'an heard this, he immediately took out his phone happily.
However, the latter seemed to be dumbfounded as she stared blankly at Ling Ping\ 'an\'s side.
Ling Ping\ 'an blinked his eyes and didn\'t quite understand. He could only ask, "Miss police officer, is there something on my face?"
Ning Qinghong immediately shook her head and squeezed out a smile, "No!"
However, the shock and fear in her eyes were unparalleled!
Because, in her eyes, what she was seeing now was incomparably magnificent and magical!
The moment this mysterious Young Master Ling took out his phone. Grab, grab.
Ning Qinghong saw the fog that enveloped the entire Cross Slope surging towards Young Master Ling\'s side like a tide.
It turned into thin wisps of smoke and drilled into his skin and clothes.
The God, who was dozens of meters tall, was like a wisp of green smoke, curling into his shadow.
In just a moment.
The thick fog disappeared without a trace.
As for the huge God, it had completely drilled into his shadow, becoming an insignificant projection.
The moonlight fell from the sky.
His shadow was reflected on the ground, ordinary and unremarkable.
But...
Ning Qinghong was incomparably shocked!
"That Ghost God... is actually just a projection of his shadow?"
This fact made Ning Qinghong extremely terrified!
Because, if the truth was true.
Then...
How many things were hidden in his shadow?
Ning Qinghong foolishly took out her phone and scanned the other party\'s message. Then, she clicked on the friend request with trembling hands.
The other party smiled and clicked confirm, then put away his phone.
At this moment, a heroic spirit that had been lingering beside him floated in front of Ning Qinghong and turned into a female officer who still looked a little childish.
The heroic spirit saluted Ning Qinghong and then pleaded, "General... can you plead with him for us..."
"Ask him to allow us to continue living here?"
Ning Qinghong listened. Although she didn\'t quite understand why these heroic spirits didn\'t say it themselves.
However, she didn\'t hesitate.
After thinking about it for a while, she mustered up her courage and used this meeting.
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