Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

"I see."

"Eh? Just like that?"

Jiu Yue showed all his thoughts on his face. He tilted his neck with hope in his eyes, as if to say "Come and reward me".

"I'll give you a big plate of chicken tonight as a reward, but don't mix the dough. I'll buy some on my way back. Before that, just stay home and have a good rest."

The information provided by Jiu Yue was not surprising. As he said, as long as Yang Ping and Tang Qianqian still lived in Yunlong City, they would be targeted by evil spirits sooner or later. Even if they changed their identities and stayed away from the industry, it would be of no avail.

It seems that while drafting industry recommendations, it is also necessary to compile a set of combat manuals against special evil spirits as soon as possible.

"By the way, Mr. Mingyuan, please help me bring this to them."

Jiu Yue took out two small brocade bags embroidered with gold edges and tied with red ropes. These were small sachets she made according to the contents of the notebook. Her father said that they had the blood of the auspicious fox flowing in their veins. In ancient times, the auspicious fox could indeed bring luck to humans, and what they could do was far more than just helping humans with farm work.

Her practice also began.

If she were to conduct a self-assessment, her current Ruihu skills should be at the "trainee" stage.

Moreover, she was used to being alone and was not good at overall planning and teamwork. She had no idea how to integrate the evil spirits in Yunlong City into a thriving industry.

But fortunately, we have Mr. Mingyuan.

She has successfully infiltrated Mr. Ming Yuan's home and has firmly grasped Mr. Ming Yuan. At that time, she can directly plagiarize his research.

"Trial Suggestions for Three-person Teams",

"Company Promotion Assessment Criteria",

"Some thoughts on establishing long-term stable revenue"...

What you said makes sense, but now these things are mine!

Copy it to the USB drive as soon as you go out.

Jiu Yue is full of confidence. She can already see a future in which all the evil spirits in Yunlong City will submit to her. However, before that, there are still some discordant voices that need to be dealt with.

For example, those rebels who defected to Wangxu and tried to cause unrest in Yunlong City.

Jiu Yue watched Duan Mingyuan turn off his computer and close the screen, and then took root in his warm bed.

Look, she not only sneaked into Mr. Mingyuan's house, but also occupied his bed. This is undoubtedly another strong proof that she has a firm grip on Mr. Mingyuan. From today on, this bedroom will be called September...

"September."

"To!"

"Go back to your room and sleep."

Duan Mingyuan, who had changed into a suit jacket, only glanced at Jiu Yue, and the little fox's arrogance disappeared instantly. "Fold the quilt and straighten the sheets before you go out. I'll check it when I come back."

"……Oh."

Thanks to Zhishouduzhanbaqiandi for the reward of 100 Qidian coins!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 32 Tick-Tick

There are many ways to defeat the evil spirits at the formal employee level. Duan Mingyuan often takes the simplest and most brutal one. When the gap between the life energies is too great, the strength of the ability loses its meaning.

But this obviously does not apply to Yang Ping.

So, is it theoretically possible for ordinary people to defeat this level of evil?

This problem troubled Duan Mingyuan for a long time. Generally speaking, ability is equivalent to equipping evil spirits with a deadly weapon, which increases the effect of first sight killing for them, whose strength, agility and vitality are already superior to those of humans.

This is the tricky thing about this ability. People are often already trapped the moment they obtain the intelligence.

His colleagues, whom he had never met before, could only exchange intelligence by piling up heads. According to the industry average statistics revealed by Dajiang, they often needed to sacrifice three intelligence agents to fully understand the capabilities of the evil spirit. In their cognition, the evil spirit that had awakened its abilities was already at the pinnacle.

They had never encountered an individual that had entered the nesting stage.

The first thing to do is to give Yang Ping enough opportunities to try and make mistakes. As long as the battle line is extended, he should be able to detect the flaws with his wisdom.

Duan Mingyuan already had a preliminary battle plan in his mind. For him, this was also a brand new experience, which was exactly what was lacking in his life experience. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as extremely meaningful - so far, he had never encountered a battle of equal strength.

Even though he accidentally entered the evil's lair and encountered an evil spirit with unknown abilities, the opponent did not bring him much freshness and excitement during the battle. If he had not wanted to witness the full range of the opponent's abilities, he would not even need to sacrifice his usual schoolbag.

For some reason, when he thought about the upcoming battle, he felt a throbbing feeling in his heart, as if he had suddenly regained the passion he had in high school.

Unknown enemies, unknown abilities, and an after-school encounter.

Fight with all your might and use all your skills.

He has nothing to do with all the passionate descriptions mentioned above. This is also the reason why Duan Mingyuan likes comics and games. Only in the virtual world can he find the trajectory of passion, friendship, and bond.

And now, those fantasies appear to be turning into reality.

Yang Ping, your adventure has just begun, work hard to get promoted to senior professor!

.......................................

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, an indescribable sense of foreboding came over him.

He has possessed an extraordinary sixth sense since he was a child.

Whenever this feeling appeared, something bad would happen that day. And now, this ominous premonition was unprecedentedly strong. It was still daylight and the classroom was filled with the noise of classmates, but he got goose bumps all over his body.

After packing his schoolbag and taking out his cell phone, his eyes lingered on Uncle Duan's note in the address book for a long time, but he ultimately did not call him.

Although he was sure that something bad would happen today, he could not predict when and how it would happen. If he simply called the other party over to stare at him, it would be a bit too much.

He has never liked to trouble others since he was a child. If someone has helped him, he must find a way to repay the favor as soon as possible, otherwise the sense of indebtedness will become an invisible pressure, sometimes so serious that it will make him suffer from insomnia.

When he was leaving the school gate, the guard stopped him and said that a man had brought this to him earlier and asked him to give it to him after school.

A small sachet tied with a red string still had a faint fragrance, like a mixture of some plants and medicinal herbs.

The message said that this was a gift given to him by September, and the small sachet can bring good luck to people.

Yang Ping could only think that the person who left the message was Duan Mingyuan, but this undoubtedly confirmed his ominous premonition.

People who often play games know that supplies are necessary before a big battle.

Receiving a gift means that he might be able to use it soon.

Duan Mingyuan looked like a reliable adult, which was exactly what he imagined an industry senior to be. Thinking of the instructions he received when they parted yesterday, Yang Ping lowered his head and edited a text message.

It's 16:40 now and he usually gets home at 17:30.

He said in the text message that something bad might happen today and he would send another message around 17:40 to report that he was safe. If no text message was received by then, it meant that he had an accident on the way home.

After receiving Duan Mingyuan's reply, Yang Ping took a deep breath.

The journey home became particularly long, and as doubt planted the seeds in his heart, every face he saw on the road became suspicious.

The familiar last carriage usually has fewer passengers. Yang Ping usually likes to stand in front of the door at the end of the subway and look out the window at the dark tunnel.

"Something bad is going to happen again?"

Hibiki finally lowered his voice and asked.

This is not a good sign. It knows that Yang Ping's sixth sense is incredibly accurate and can often be used as an evil radar.

Whenever a crisis warning comes, they always encounter wandering evil spirits.

But they were not able to save people who were targeted by evil spirits every time. During this period, Yang Ping was often treated as a psychopath and was even reported to the school and summoned to the director's office for a talk.

But even so, he would habitually take a look and then provide help to the other party to the best of his ability.

Sometimes, as a monster, it couldn’t stand it anymore and advised the child not to meddle in other people’s business, but Yang Ping always said that he survived because of the “nosy” people.

"Ah."

Yang Ping nodded hesitantly, his palms full of cold sweat.

This premonition was different from usual. It was so strong that even the noise around me couldn't dispel it. As time went by, the chill in my spine became more and more obvious.

The last time he had this feeling was several years ago.

There were always strange noises coming from the closet opposite his bedroom. After telling his parents about it, he was only scolded, "Just go to sleep and stop thinking about nonsense."

When the creepy feeling reached its peak, the door of the closet slowly opened a crack, and a pale arm came out from it. Through the narrow gap, he saw a scarlet eyeball.

It was also on that night that he met Rattler.

Before that, four children had gone missing from their homes in Yunlong City.

But now it's different.

He is no longer the little kid who would just hide in his quilt and shiver.

After getting off the subway, I walked through the busy streets unknowingly until lush trees blocked the way ahead.

Yang Ping held the modified stun gun tightly in his left hand, looking into the distance at the path that was even more deserted than before.

Senior Mingyuan said yesterday that evil spirits like to strike in places where there are few people, and there is no place more suitable than this.

At some point, discordant notes began to echo around.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

It sounds like an old fashioned clock.

"Rattle."

Yang Ping's eyes were determined. Facing the approaching danger, he hid under the quilt last time, but this time, he wanted to face the fear in his heart. "After meeting Senior Mingyuan yesterday, I made up my mind. I want to be like him in the future."

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

Xiangwei reminded Yang Ping, "Someone is coming."

A figure appeared on the tree-lined path.

Looks human.

Apparently because he was afraid of the cold, he was wearing particularly thick clothes, with half of his face hidden in the hood of his sweatshirt.

"Don't be suspicious, it's just..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and in a trance a figure appeared in front of him. From this angle, Yang Ping could see the other person's appearance clearly.

The face hidden under the hood had no human features, his entire face was a moving clock face.

"Tick, tick."

The sound of the clock came from under the hood.

Yang Ping also saw the other party raised his right arm, and there was no flesh in the sleeve, but a sharp pointer. At this moment, the tip of the blade-like pointer pierced into his arms.

Even the pain was slow to come.

The follow-up reading data during the new book period is very important and will directly affect exposure and recommendation. I hope readers will not hold back on reading the book. Thank you!

The total number of days on the shelf: 40~

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 33 The Strong

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The moment the black shadow jumped out of Yang Ping's sleeve, the sound of the pointer turning was heard again, and the rattlesnake that was biting towards the figure missed. When they came to their senses, the other party had already opened up a distance of more than five meters between them, and the face without facial features seemed to be looking at the ferocious rattlesnake with interest.

"Oh? Is this the companion demon they are talking about?"

The voice of the figure sounded like a mixture of machinery and gears. Then he glanced at Yang Ping who was gasping for breath while holding his chest. "You are still alive. I don't know whether this is lucky or unfortunate. If you had died just now, at least you could have been on your way easily."

"The people that the senior is talking about are you."

Yang Ping looked straight at the other person.

It was the small sachet sent by the senior that worked. He felt a hot sensation in the pocket where the sachet was placed, as if it helped him block the fatal blow just now.

This was different from all the evil spirits he had encountered so far. Not only did it have those weird abilities, it also had the ability to communicate with people, which meant that the evil spirit before him had independent thinking.

Not driven by instinct, but subjectively deciding to become a murderer.

Xiangwei once mentioned that most evil spirits devour humans out of instinct, just like humans devour other animals. It is natural and has nothing to do with good or evil. However, the figures in front of him are different from the evil spirits that attacked the members who were handling the aftermath that day. They came with pure malice and the intention to kill.

"Senior? Oh, that person you are talking about. After killing you, I will go find him soon."

"Why? What good does killing people do for you?"