Spirit Realm Walker

If Deacon Pang is a member of Dark Night Rose, killing him and asking for help can get a lot of information, and the hunt for Hei Wuchang can be accelerated. Zhang Yuanqing felt happy in his heart.

Hei Wuchang couldn't be found for a long time, and he was more anxious than Fu Qingyang.

"But why did he want to kill me? At this juncture, killing me will only cause trouble." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't figure it out.

"He has his own reasons for killing you. When I kill him, I will find out by asking Ling." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out the red wine and a goblet, and said:

"Want a drink?"

I finally know who Li Dongze learned his habits from. Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Is there any Coke?"

Fu Qingyang put back a goblet and said calmly: "Then you have to wait until the matter is over and buy it yourself."

He sipped the sour red wine with a natural expression. It didn't look like he was going to kill anyone, but more like he was going to a club.

Probably only a big family that has been rich for generations can cultivate such a calm and calm spirit. Zhang Yuanqing can't do it. His mind is now full of how young Deacon Pang is and how much information the other party knows about Dark Night Rose. If the operation fails , how much risk do you have to take, etc.

Along the way, the two said nothing. Fu Qingyang held the wine glass and looked out the window at the night, taking a sip from time to time.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of the seat, lay down and took a nap to regain his energy.

About twenty minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass. Almost at the same time, the commercial vehicle slowed down slowly.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, stood up and looked out the window. The business car was parked outside a high-end community. The style of this community was extremely luxurious and fashionable, and the buildings with black bricks were arranged in an orderly manner.

Directly opposite the entrance of the community is a square with a fountain pool in the center. At first glance, one might have thought it was a high-end hotel.

They are really rich. The house price here must be at least 150,000 yuan. Zhang Yuanqing sighed inwardly.

"Centurion, if we go in like this, will we alert the enemy? Why don't we make arrangements in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing put forward his own idea.

Fu Qingyang said calmly:

"Pang Wudi has sent the evil spirit to kill you. You must wait for news at home now. Waiting patiently is the safest choice until the evil spirit returns. We come to the door late at night just to catch the other party off guard. The more we deploy, the easier it will be for him to aware."

Although his tone was cold, the young master still patiently explained to his subordinates. After speaking, he changed the subject:

"But necessary investigations are still needed to prevent there being Dark Night Rose members around and ruining our plans."

How to detect? Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand and pointed it like a sword, holding it between his eyebrows.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a light white ripple, rising from the center of Fu Qingyang's eyebrows, spreading into the distance like a water wave. The further it spreads, the fainter the white light becomes, eventually becoming undetectable.

Ten seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said: "There is no ambush nearby."

Seeing his subordinates stunned, he smiled faintly: "Don't be surprised, this is the scout!"

What Zhang Yuanqing was thinking was: This is the real eye. In comparison, Li Dongze is just a fake eye.

After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door and came to the guard box at the gate of the community. He looked at the guard calmly and said:

"Open the door!"

In such a community where rich people gather, access control is required to enter and exit.

The guard looked at the handsome young man in surprise. He was wearing a neat white formal suit and a simple short ponytail. He was so handsome that he couldn't be forced to do anything.

His eyes are deep and calm, and when he looks at you, he is like a high and mighty king, with elegance and nobility.

The guard said respectfully: "Which household do you belong to?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Open the door, don't waste my time."

Inexplicably, the guard felt an unspeakable awe and surrender in his heart, and he opened the door with fear.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, walked through the iron gate and entered the community.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a moment! Which household are you from?"

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, with a stern face and deep and calm eyes. He imitated Fu Qingyang's aloof and king-like temperament and said lightly:

"Don't waste my time."

The guard looked him up and down and waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, go."

"." Zhang Yuanqing looked a little embarrassed, so he had to use his charm to confuse the old man and sneak into the community quietly.

Well, it's not that my aura is not as good as Fu Qingyang's, but that different professions have different abilities, so he can't charm the old man like me. He silently respects me.

Quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:

"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? It's easier to leave traces by taking the main entrance."

The figure in white formal clothes strode forward and said calmly:

"Don't forget your identity, we are the official ones."

Okay, if it were Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough! Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Residential building on the west side, 21st floor, large flat floor.

In the living room, a handsome man wearing a judo uniform with a Chinese character was sitting in front of the bar in silence and seriousness, holding a glass of wine in his palm.

On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and a worn-out old-fashioned mobile phone.

Pang Wudi is waiting for the evil spirit in the phone to return.

It is now two o'clock in the morning, and the evil spirit has not returned yet, which means that the target has not been eradicated.

But Pang Wudi was not in a hurry. He didn't think that Yuanshi Tianzun could avoid the pursuit of evil spirits. Yeyoushen did not have the ability in the dream realm. As long as he entered the dream, he would definitely die.

After getting this item, Pang Wudi used it to kill several enemies that were inconvenient for him to kill, and he never failed.

This prop is an assassination artifact. It kills people invisible and will not reveal any clues at all. It is as sharp as a scout and it is impossible to find any clues.

The only flaw is that it has almost no effect on enemies in the Saint Realm, and the price of using it is that after ten times, the evil spirits will chase the owner in the dream.

Of course, for Pang Wudi in the saint realm, this would only create some minor crises that would be insignificant.

"After the death of Yuanshi Tianzun, Fu Qingyang will definitely be furious, but it is difficult for him to doubt me. However, this person is very sharp, so you should be careful in the next three days."

Pang Wudi drank all the wine in the glass. At this moment, a picture flashed in his mind:

Fu Qingyang, who was wearing a white formal suit, led a handsome young man outside the security door.

This picture was transmitted back from the potted plant he placed outside the door. The wood demon in the saint realm can transmit signals to plants in a small area and turn them into his "eyes".

Yuanshi Tianzun is not dead? Came to your door? How can it be? !

Pang Wudi's pupils shrank, and emotions such as shock and confusion surged up in an instant. He quickly made a decision and left here.

Leave here first, pass on the failed assassination to the "Unjust God" in charge, and then report it to your superiors, and then wait for orders and adapt accordingly.

In short, we can't stay here at this time, and we must at least deal with the assassination props.

After making the decision, Pang Wudi quickly rushed to the balcony and tried to jump out of the window.

"Pap tap tap."

The lock of the security door was melted into molten iron and dripped.

The security door opened and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't leave, you can't leave." Fu Qingyang said calmly, looking at the figure heading straight to the balcony.

Pang Wudi threw out a handful of spores without looking back. These spores swelled up in the wind and turned into plants that looked like small octopuses. Their tentacles twisted and enveloped Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing flew to one side to avoid the "octopus" plant that was shot at him.

He didn't expect that the two sides would fight as soon as they wanted, without even talking.

Fu Qingyang did not retreat and moved forward among the plants in the sky. He seemed to have calculated the movement trajectory of the octopus plants. He seemed to be strolling leisurely, but he was able to skillfully avoid all the plants that were enveloping him.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, and there was a small dark green flag in his hand, and he popped it out with his curled fingers.

"Duh!"

The command flag was nailed into the balcony tiles, and the green light curtain rose, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Humph!" Pang Wudi's body suddenly expanded, like an inflated balloon, turning into a three-meter-tall giant, with muscles like vines, tight and hard.

He punched the light screen hard, and the green light of the explosion swept across the living room.

At this time, Fu Qingyang had already arrived at the balcony entrance and grabbed the rusty Bafang Sword from the inventory.

A flash of fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of gray mist.

There are spores that are invisible to the naked eye floating in the mist. These spores have powerful predatory properties. Once they get on a living thing, they will grow crazily until they drain out their vitality.

The heavy fog was coming, and even with the scouts' "prejudgment", they could not avoid this attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't take a step back, grabbing a small white flag with his left hand, with a majestic white tiger embroidered on the flag.

"Roar!"

The illusory tiger roar echoed in the room, shaking away the fog.

Fu Qingyang stepped forward and raised the Bafang Bronze Sword high.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly started to tremble, and his legs and feet seemed to be unable to coordinate. His left foot wanted to escape to the left, his right foot wanted to escape to the right, and his upper body had its own thoughts.

In the end, he could only summon a set of vine armor, covering his body up to three meters high.

Fu Qingyang slashed it down with one sword.

The next moment, the rattan armor was cut open, and the flesh and blood were separated. The three-meter-tall giant was cut in half, the organs fell with a crash, and crimson blood spread on the balcony floor tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene from behind, was surprised and happy, and various thoughts flashed through him:

died? A saint died like this

Why doesn't he hide? This sword is ordinary, is it difficult to dodge?

Fu Qingyang took back his bronze sword and command flag, and looked back calmly: "Come here and ask for help!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing put aside his chaotic thoughts and walked quickly.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.