In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

Boom!

The sudden explosion awakened the northeastern district of the City of Rebirth.

A two-story building, normally used as a resting place for Blackflame Gang members, was now spewing thick smoke.

Wang Jixuan, who was moving through the darkness, flipped and jumped onto the roof of a roadside building, making no noise and crouching in a corner.

He raised his hand and tapped the edge of his helmet, and the tactical helmet automatically switched to long-range mode, turning his vision light green, allowing him to see the movements of the gang members in the low-light environment.

At this moment, Wang Jixuan was more than a kilometer away from the explosion point.

After taking out the dozen or so Blackflame Gang thugs in the building, Wang Jixuan, referring to the methods recorded in the landlady's book "Weapons That Fear Blade Beasts", used a rope and two concentrated high-explosive grenades to create a booby trap that would be triggered upon entry.

Not to mention.

Seriously, don't even mention it.

This is much more powerful than a low-level Exploding Fire Talisman!

However, the Exploding Fire Talisman can be infinitely stacked and detonated simultaneously, so the two can be considered to have their own advantages.

Wang Jixuan took note of several buildings from which at least ten armed men rushed out at the same time, then turned and ran into the night.

Before the Blackflame Gang turned on 'full illumination' again, he had to seize the time to sneak attack a few more areas.

He also had to be careful to avoid the spirit energy users, of which there were at least three.

A few minutes later.

A small cabaret, filled with gasps, moans, curses, and laughter, awaited its impending doom in the dim light.

A sign outside the cabaret read 'Not Open to the Public', and a sensor that automatically captured images of strangers was installed at the entrance.

Unfortunately, Wang Jixuan was not planning to enter through the main entrance.

He was sitting on the edge of the roof of the three-story building, his two dangling feet swaying slightly, his spirit sense, which had expanded its detection range, carefully sensing all directions, recording more than thirty living auras.

Wang Jixuan checked four magazines and inserted them on both sides of the combat belt around his waist, holding two silenced pistols in his palms, striking a few shooting poses.

Because the weapons and ammunition were all paid for by Young Master Zhou, and Young Master Zhou's channels made it difficult to obtain Blade Beast blood, so…

'Strive not to waste a single talisman.'

Inhale, exhale, stop swinging his legs.

Wang Jixuan's body fell like a free fall!

Just as he fell one body length, he hooked the edge of the roof with his left wrist, smoothly slipped into the open window on the third floor, and kicked open the curtains.

The four men and four women who were doing healthy post-meal exercises at the same time were stunned for a moment, and looked up blankly at the smooth, round black helmet.

Poof!

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and blasted a tattooed man's head.

Blood splattered all over the wall.

"Ah—"

"Woah!"

Poof, poof, poof!

Three blood flowers exploded almost simultaneously, and the remaining three men didn't have time to find cover, and holes appeared in their heads at the same time.

'Reacting so slowly, how dare you be in the Blackflame Gang.'

Wang Jixuan lightly curled his lip, his pistol already pointing at the screaming women.

They instantly went silent.

Following the rule of not killing women and children when cleaning up the Demonic Sect, Wang Jixuan didn't do anything more and quickly walked towards the bedroom door.

Of course, he noticed that one woman's expression was a little too calm, and he could also see that she was secretly reaching for the pistol on the bedside table.

Daoist Wang was not in a hurry at all, just waiting.

The woman grabbed the gun, skillfully chambered it, and was about to raise it…

Poof!

She suddenly looked up, a bloody hole in the center of her brow, her wide eyes full of unwillingness.

'Even if this humble Daoist can't sense your evil aura, can't I see the tattoo on your body?'

Wang Jixuan silently walked to the door, sensed a group of thugs rushing down the corridor, took out a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, opened the door, threw it out, held a handful of nuts in his left hand, and counted silently with the gun in his right hand.

Three, two, one.

Boom!

The wall shook out a patch of square dust, and the remaining three women in the room screamed in unison.

In the next instant after the explosion, Wang Jixuan charged forward before crashing into the door, his left wrist flicking violently, and the nuts that shot out pierced through the smoke and dust generated by the explosion, splashing blood flowers in the back!

Successive muffled groans;

After the not-so-intense gunfire.

The corridor was full of the corpses of Blackflame Gang thugs.

Wang Jixuan jumped out of the window and crashed into the first floor, firing both pistols at the same time, solving the few gunmen who were looking upwards at the stairway, and making the smoky dance floor even more chaotic.

It's a pity, there are still a few men and women with evil aura in the basement here.

Wang Jixuan was not yet able to use earth escape, and was not prepared to rashly enter this kind of underground structure with only a one-way passage, so he simply threw two grenades into the basement and quickly turned and left.

Snap!

The light of a flashbulb lit up in the window across the street.

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and fired a shot, but the accuracy of the pistol was a little insufficient beyond a certain distance, and the bullet flew past the forehead of the gang member behind the window, scaring the latter into ducking to avoid it.

Wang Jixuan didn't entangle any further, crouched forward, and at the moment of jumping, poured his aura into his legs, his figure landing steadily on the roof more than ten meters high, disappearing after a few leaps.

According to the previously planned attack route, Wang Jixuan quietly waited at the edge of the Blackflame Gang's territory.

After two gunfights, the entire Blackflame Gang was in chaos.

A dozen pickups with heavy machine guns installed carried a group of 'elite squads' back and forth searching.

But Wang Jixuan quickly discovered that the Blackflame Gang still had no intention of illuminating the entire territory.

—The power supply for those cold storages and nutrient tanks was more important.

'If that's the case…'

Wang Jixuan took out a handful of wrinkled talismans from his coat pocket, and his right hand formed a sword finger, drawing a complex trace of light.

The remnant soul that he had spent his spirit energy to preserve until now reappeared, staring blankly at the huge helmet in front of him, and after a while, his eyes lit up.

This remnant soul was about to dissipate naturally.

"God, God, I really, really don't have any savings anymore, can't you let me live?"

Wang Jixuan's voice came from behind the helmet: "I haven't found a suitable body for you yet, don't worry, the last question I'll ask you."

"W-what question?"

Gu Wending complained dejectedly:

"After I answer, you'll get rid of me, right? It must be like this, I know! Because I used to do the same, first give some subjects hope, play with them, gradually destroy this hope and then enjoy their reaction…"

Wang Jixuan's voice was a little cold: "I will definitely do what I said, now, answer my last question!"

Gu Wending's remnant soul trembled, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

What secrets did he still have? He even took out his last pair of underpants!

Wang Jixuan pondered for a few moments.

Gu Wending's expression became inexplicably tense.

Wang Jixuan suddenly asked: "Where are your teas hidden?"

Gu Wending's remnant soul slipped under his feet, almost kneeling directly.

No, this powerful guy is still thinking about his tea now?

His tea… ah, no, it's the cold storage!

This mysterious spirit energy user is going to attack the Blackflame Gang's largest cold storage!

…

Zhou Zhengde, who had only been asleep for three hours, was awakened by the vibration and ringing, barely opened his eyes, and pressed the answer button on the simple projection device on the bedside table.

Several rays intersected, and a simple half-length portrait immediately popped up.

It was Ban Wenying, wearing a gray suit skirt.

"Zhengde, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but you must immediately answer the questions raised by the minister."

"Huh? What?"

Zhou Zhengde rubbed his eyes, trying to make himself more awake, and incidentally covered his pectoralis major with the quilt.

Ban Wenying held a tablet and said quickly:

"Half an hour ago, multiple messages came from the forty-ninth floor that the Blackflame Gang was attacked, and a mysterious spirit energy user attacked the Blackflame Gang's territory, causing at least one hundred and twenty deaths, and destroying the Blackflame Gang's largest underground facility."

"According to our informant feedback, in that underground facility, there are thirteen material storage units and thirty-six thousand blood products prepared for the Joint Defense Forces."

"There are also some… shady black products maintained by life-support equipment."

"Because the three power supply devices in the underground facility were deliberately destroyed by the spirit energy user at the same time, and the upper and lower passages of the cold storage were paralyzed by the explosion, these black products will soon become ineffective or die."

"In addition, on the wall of the cold storage hall, there are also these words left."

Ban Wenying turned the tablet towards the camera and leaned forward.

Zhou Zhengde stared carefully at the eight large, flamboyant characters.

[It is best to always have full illumination].

"He's making such a big move?" Zhou Zhengde exclaimed in admiration.

"Zhengde."

Ban Wenying frowned and said:

"There are no secrets between the upper cities, and it's no secret that you're transporting equipment to your spirit energy user."

"The minister needs your answer… Are you sure you want to do things so absolutely?"

"This is the minister's original words, her tone is very calm, after all, you are the future of the Zhou family, and she doesn't want to have any unpleasantness with you over these small things."

"But we can also treat these black products as spoils of war."

Zhou Zhengde rubbed his cheeks with both hands: "Sister Ying, you know, Mu Liang is not my spirit energy user, he is more like my friend and comrade-in-arms, we get along very well."

Ban Wenying said: "However, you have not yet provided a report on his source."

"You can't force him to do anything," Zhou Zhengde raised his voice, "And what did you mean by what you just said, Sister Ban, you want to take this opportunity to cultivate power and take over the Blackflame Gang's business, right?"

Ban Wenying said: "This is just the question the minister gave you."

"Yes, it's to do things so absolutely, I can give a definite answer,"

Zhou Zhengde said quickly:

“I apologize for the spoilage of the blood products, but I don't think there's anything wrong with striking the Blackflame Gang in this way!

“If Madam Minister asks, just say it was my decision, that I explicitly oppose the unjust act of allowing a very small number of people in the fortress to maintain their already overly long lives through organ transplantation.”

“Understood, I will relay that clearly to the Minister.”

Ban Wenying instructed:

“Can you restrain your esper? Don't let him destroy any more large facilities; rebuilding those things consumes a lot of resources.”

“That really depends on Mu Liang's mood.”

Zhou Zhengde replied with a smile.

He didn't plan to persuade Mu Liang any further.

… …

At the same time.

The forty-ninth floor, a corner of the Wanli Gold Gang's territory.

Inside a quiet and spiritually rich wooden cabin.

Wang Jixuan, stripped to the waist, sat quietly on the floor under the bed, holding to the One, in shallow meditation.

Specks of light, invisible to the naked eye, converged on him, his breathing rate became lower and lower, and a faint glow appeared beneath his skin.

Behind him, a huge curtain seemed to appear, with squares on the curtain, containing battle scenes that were not intense and mostly repetitive, and some…

…insights that greatly impacted his Dao heart.

Like a meatpacking plant's cold storage, hundreds of pale corpses hung up;

Lying in nutrient capsules, pierced by tubes, their souls almost dissipated, the 'materials';

Sent to the operating table to be cut open by those doctors with prosthetic limbs, the 'patients'…

More and more of these squares appeared, and the curtain gradually couldn't hold them all.

Wang Jixuan's meditating figure remained motionless, like a reef or a clay sculpture.

The mortal world is like a pagoda; my Dao is like a bedrock.

Dong dong dong!

Light knocking broke the scenes.

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes and glanced at the simple electronic clock on the wall.

“Brother Tian, time for dinner!”

Ye Zi's crisp call came from outside the door, and then she trotted away to knock on the doors of the other sleepy children.

Wang Jixuan jumped up, landing almost silently, and quickly put on a brown linen shirt.

When he came down, the long table was already full of people, and two three-year-old children were also sitting in wooden high chairs, everyone holding hands in unison.

This was the rule of the wooden house, set by Grandma Kong.

Wang Jixuan sat at the end of the table, taking the hands of the two boys on his left and right, listening to Grandma Kong saying in a solemn and earnest tone:

“As long as we help each other and support each other forward, we can light the fire of civilization step by step in the darkness.”

The children repeated the sentence.

“Alright, enjoy your food,” Grandma Kong said seriously.

The children immediately began to eat, the sound of spoons colliding with plastic bowls rising and falling.

Wang Jixuan lowered his head to drink the porridge, his spiritual sense twitching slightly.

Today's porridge… hmm? There's sleeping draught again?

This was the third time since he came, and unlike the previous two times on fixed weekend nights, this time was only two days apart from the last time.

Could it be that the Blackflame Gang is holding a meeting ahead of schedule?

Because of his attack tonight?

Wang Jixuan swallowed the delicious rice porridge in big gulps.