Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 104 Shooting, Reincarnation Seal.

"My name is Luo Sen, Miss Shen, please excuse me."

The voice of the man who rang on the other end of the phone was a little low, with an awkward accent.

Listening to this accent, Shen Qing couldn't help narrowing her eyes, and instantly thought of something.

"I heard that you have been in contact with the Department of Psionics recently, so two days ago, I sent two subordinates to follow you. I wonder if you have seen it..."

beep--

Hearing this, Shen Qing hung up the phone directly, edited the phone number of the incoming call into a text message, and sent it directly to Feng Muyu.

The phone rang quickly, and the caller ID showed that it was Feng Muyu.

"Miss Shen, may I ask what happened?"

After connecting the phone, Feng Muyu's slightly nervous voice came from the other end.

"Can you lock the outgoing address of this phone number?"

Shen Qing explained part of the situation concisely, and then explained the intention.

She didn't want to leave hidden dangers. If possible, she wanted to get rid of them this time. These people might not be a threat to her, but they might be a huge hidden danger to the people around her.

Shen Qing didn't want to involve Zhao Yu and Song Lingjia in such a troublesome matter, and it was most appropriate to nip the risk in the bud.

"I see, I'll get back to you right away."

Feng Muyu hung up the phone, and 2 minutes later, he called again: "It has been locked. Although there are several fake IPs covering it, its fundamental location is in Yunhai City, which is only six kilometers away from your residence."

The heavenly eye of the Shenzhou League hanging in the universe is quite powerful, almost monitoring this star all the time, without stopping for a moment.

This distance made Shen Qing a little depressed. Six kilometers was too close for a master in the Gang Sha Realm, almost within reach.

She didn't know the strength of the person on the other end of the phone, but it didn't prevent Shen Qing from thinking about the worst.

"Miss Shen, don't worry, wait a moment, and I'll give you an answer directly."

After saying that, Feng Muyu hung up the phone directly.

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.

Tuk Tuk-

There was a knock on the door, Shen Qing got up, quickly walked through the hallway, and opened the door.

The one standing outside the door was not Feng Muyu as expected, but Song Lingjia. She was dressed very casually today, just an ordinary white lace dress, with sandals under her feet, light makeup, and slightly curly long hair floating Behind, moving with the wind.

"You don't seem to welcome me very much?"

Seeing the disappointment flashing across Shen Qing's face, Song Lingjia couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Zhao Yu, who heard the movement, walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on, rubbed his eyes, his eyes were sleepy, obviously he hadn't woken up yet.

Seeing Zhao Yu who suddenly appeared, Song Lingjia frowned slightly: "Who is this?"

Although some changes have taken place in Shen Qing, it is not what it used to be, but in Song Lingjia's view, Shen Qing is still a little innocent, after all, a person who can be cheated into bankruptcy by online dating is somewhat lacking in conscience.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Yu, a sophomore at Yunhai University. I have taken Mr. Shen's class and I am temporarily living here."

Under Song Lingjia's scrutinizing eyes, most of Zhao Yu's drowsiness was driven away, and he was inexplicably uneasy.

Not seeing any clues from Zhao Yu, Song Lingjia withdrew his gaze and looked at Shen Qing: "I'm here today to take you to the capital and introduce you to a few seniors in the practice world."

Although Shen Qing never told her clearly, Song Lingjia could guess part of it.

Shen Qing has long passed the time for the awakening of the blood of the gods. Apart from this point, the only ones who can suddenly be involved with the Psionic Department are practitioners.

Reminiscent of Shen Qingchen practicing kung fu before, it is not difficult to guess some secrets.

Overnight, Shen Qing became a rare cultivator, which is most likely due to some adventures.

After guessing this point, Song Lingjia kept trying to figure out a way, and finally contacted several senior practitioners in the capital through his family relationship, hoping to help Shen Qing.

She didn't awaken the blood veins, and she couldn't bear the pain of the ascetic monk, so she was doomed to only have the rush of a hundred years in front of her.

The reason why she is so enthusiastic about helping Shen Qing is that Song Lingjia feels that Shen Qing may see the scenery she has never seen before.

Furthermore, she knew Shen Qing from the bottom up, and all these efforts would not be in vain, and she would not be able to raise a lone wolf in the end.

"No need, Sister Song, I understand what you mean."

Shen Qing has no intention of dealing with these cultivators in this world. Time is tight, and she really doesn't want to waste unnecessary time on socializing.

Moreover, she doesn't think that there will be some decent strong practitioners in this era. This star is not far from complete failure. This is an indisputable fact, and everyone knows it.

But apart from continuing to move forward, the creatures on this star have no other choice at all.

beep--

Before Song Lingjia could speak to persuade him, the phone rang. Shen Qing glanced at the caller ID and connected the phone.

"This man is Luo Sen, a member of the Federation of Gods. I wanted to capture him alive, but I didn't expect him to take poison and commit suicide."

Feng Muyu was a little ashamed. This person's suicide act was too decisive, and he didn't even say a word of nonsense: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help you. I'm worried that the Federation of Gods will make some moves. Miss Shen, please be careful."

"Understood, thank you."

Shen Qing thanked her, feeling a little heavy in her heart, but she didn't show it. After saying her thanks, she hung up the phone.

From Feng Muyu's short reaction, it is enough to see the terrifying power of the Shenzhou League. Compared with the other two major allies, even if there is a gap, the gap will never be too big.

"Sister Song, you should stay with me for the time being and don't go out. There may be some troubles recently."

Shen Qing spoke in a deep voice, ready to make some arrangements. For some reason, ever since she answered that phone call, she always felt that she had an ominous premonition, as if she was entangled in a quagmire, almost suffocating.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Seeing the seriousness on Shen Qing's face, Song Lingjia frowned slightly: "Can you handle it alone?"

Shen Qing nodded, and after pondering for a while, called Feng Muyu again, this time, she wanted to borrow someone.

She is alone and lacks skills, so it is difficult to take care of the beginning and the end. It is the best choice to ask the Psionic Directorate.

As the top force on this star, the Department of Psionics has shown her the means many times, and the only thing Shen Qing can trust now is the Department of Psionics.

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In the blink of an eye, a week has passed.

During these seven days, Shen Qing has been doing deliberate activities outside, trying to lure the snake out of the hole and catch some clues about the Federation of Gods again, but he has found nothing.

She almost wanted to give up, guessing secretly in her heart, perhaps after seeing the reaction of the General Department of Psionics, the Federation of Gods was afraid to take any action for a while, which was perfectly normal.

The sun was scorching, and Shen Qing was walking on the street alone, holding a half bottle of soda in his hand, looking around vaguely.

The strength she is showing now has just transformed into a mortal not long ago. If there is really a big fish, she should have caught it long ago.

But now, even if it is a stalker, she has not seen the slightest clue.

On the top floor of a skyscraper, a blond woman was lying on the roof, wrapped in white heat-insulating gauze, holding a heavy-duty sniper rifle in her arms.

Under the scorching sun, even with the heat-insulating veil covering her forehead, her neck was covered with sweat, but the hand holding the gun remained motionless.

She has been squatting here for three whole days, just to observe Shen Qing's activities.

"The target has appeared."

There was a light sound from the woman's earphones, she was refreshed, her green eyes calmed down, and she began to take a deep breath.

Soon, a figure appeared in the sniper scope. The woman's sight did not aim at Shen Qing, but wandered beside her.

Even ordinary people will be aware of the gazes of others, and the same is true whether they are descendants of gods or practitioners.

But this method of moving the front sight can successfully weaken the practitioner's induction, so it will not be so easy to detect.

"The distance is 800 meters, the wind direction is southeast, the wind speed is four, there are no obstacles, and the hit rate is above 95%."

The blond woman spoke in a deep voice, and began to ask her superiors: "Do you want to hit the head or the heart?"

"Aim at her head, and her heart will be broken. With the vitality of the descendant of the gods, she will not die for a while, and there may be changes."

Shen Qing in the sniper scope was alone, walking aimlessly on the street, looking a bit bored.

The blond woman let out a breath of foul air slowly, withdrew from the clip of the sniper rifle, and replaced it with a strangely shaped, palm-length bullet.

On the bullet, mysterious lines were vaguely carved. Under the sunlight, there was no reflection of the slightest light. The divine light shining on the bullet seemed to be absorbed and could no longer be found.

In an instant, the blond woman pushed the bullet into the rifling, locked onto Shen Qing's figure without any hesitation.

Bang!
The powerful recoil made the roof full of dust, and the woman was even pushed back half a body.

Her breathing was not disturbed at all, and she was still staring at Shen Qing's figure, watching Shen Qing lying in a pool of blood, not moving for a long time, she tilted her head and pressed the earphone:

"Target has been killed."

"Are you sure?" A man's questioning voice came from the earphones, dignified.

"How can I be sure, I'm nearly three kilometers away from her."

The blond woman threw away the sniper rifle and pulled out a pistol hanging by her waist.

The moment she fired the shot, she was already locked by the eyes of the sky, and it was impossible to escape.

The blond woman obviously had no intention of running away. She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and took out a photo from her arms.

In the photo, she took a group photo with a brown-haired man.

After a few moments of silence, the blond woman suddenly smiled: "Lawson, if I die on this land, will it be under God's control?"

"God will always bless you."

The voice from the earphones became more and more muffled.

"You are such a beast, Lawson. God will not let you go to heaven after you die."

After the words fell, the woman extinguished the remaining cigarette butt, and swallowed the barrel of the pistol into her throat.

bump!
Blood spray mixed with brain splashes, just like what she saw in the sniper scope.

The body is still warm, the nerves have not died, and it is still faintly twitching.

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When he heard the whistling sound of bullets, that special bullet had already penetrated Shen Qing's skull, and his brain instantly turned into a ball of mud.

At this moment, before Shen Qing even had time to turn the sundial, his consciousness was already plunged into darkness.

In a blur, a long river seemed to appear in front of her eyes. This river was different from the one she had seen before.

Beside her, there are many blurred figures, walking side by side with her, shoulder to shoulder, but unable to touch each other.

A warm and soft divine light enveloped Shen Qing's body, and suddenly, a palm touched her back, lifted her up, and pushed her upwards.

I don't know how long it has passed, Shen Qing suddenly felt a slight coolness on his cheeks, and his breath suddenly eased, as if a person who was almost suffocated finally floated to the surface of the water.

call--

above the hospital bed.

Shen Qing suddenly sat up, her breathing was long and then short, her lungs trembled and became more and more rapid, she took a big gulp of air, her eyes were full of bewilderment.

She seems to have died once...

There were several figures standing beside the bed, all of them were from the Department of Psychic Energy. Seeing Shen Qing awakened, their expressions were full of surprise.

Shen Qing didn't have time to take care of them, she raised her head slightly, staring fixedly at mid-air.

Under Shen Qing's gaze, the golden book page that was originally placed next to the sundial was ignited and turned into ashes, leaving only a line of small characters.

[Cultivation: Mid-Level [-] (extractable)]

The moment the golden pages were burned, Shen Qing's arms were hot. She opened her sleeves, and a strange pattern appeared on her white arm, which vaguely had something in common with the divine pattern on the sundial.

Through this imprint, Shen Qing quickly understood the cause and effect.

She did die once, but this time, 'Shen Qing' saved her life.

She still imagines this era to be too peaceful. This world may be far more dangerous than when she first arrived in Great Xia. For example, this time, a mere bullet killed her.

If 'Shen Qing' hadn't died for her once, taking her life, she would have died without even having time to dial the sundial.

A few people from the Department of Psionics looked at Shen Qing with a strange look in their eyes for a long time.

When they saw Shen Qing, the body was almost cold, but now Shen Qing is still alive and well.

A bullet pierced the head, is there a chance to live?Obviously not, at least the monks in the Gangsha Realm didn't.

But Shen Qing is still alive now, and the few people present are all puzzled.

"These people are professional killers. They have been absorbed and trained in a unified way since they were young, and the killing techniques they have mastered are quite amazing."

Han Jiao spoke in a deep voice, explaining the origins of those people to Shen Qing: "Among them, those who are lucky enough to awaken the blood of the gods will be taken away and be easy to teach and discipline; those who are less lucky will become pure tool of murder."

"I don't want to hear that."

Shen Qing's eyes were full of cold electricity, and his murderous intent was soaring: "I just want to take revenge now, and chop off their heads one by one!"

(End of this chapter)