unfortunate black cat

Chapter 222 The Eight-Armed Boy
"You said you wouldn't kill anyone this time!"

In an alley outside the city.

With both feet on the ground, Wei San suddenly pushed Sanqianyuan to the wall.

"Oh, calm down, calm down."

Sanqianyuan raised his hands innocently, his collar was twisted and deformed by Wei San's grasp, but this person was still indifferent.

"Did I kill someone? Didn't that black cat save everyone?"

"Then what if it can't save people?"

Wei San asked angrily.

"You don't care about the lives of ordinary people at all!"

"Yes, I don't care, but this world is so cruel."

Saying so, the smile on Sanqianyuan's face softened a bit.

"It's like your spiritual management office will sacrifice a few people for the sake of the many people. You don't understand the truth of this world at all, and you don't even know what kind of things are hanging over all of us. thing."

At this point, the young man has already held the man's arm with his hand.

With the gradual imbalance of power, Wei San finally loosened Sanqianyuan's neck unwillingly.

"No one cares about the lives of others, and selfishness is unavoidable. You have to remember that real rights cannot be given, they can only be won by people themselves. We want to awaken the weak, and the process of awakening must not May be soft-spoken."

"cough!"

Kneeling weakly on the ground, the man covered his throat with his hands.

Just now, the strength that the young man erupted almost made him lose his breath.

"I hope next time, you won't be so impulsive again."

Indifferently raising his hand to straighten his collar, Sanqian complained with the same demeanor.

"Let's go, we should go back. If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to see that door again."

"Ho..."

With a hoarse voice squeezed out of his chest, Wei San straightened up with difficulty.

"The curse you used just now was Manyang's smoke-breathing widower?"

"Yes."

Sanqianyuan shrugged his shoulders flatly.

"Didn't that thing be handed over to the Bureau of Cursed Objects for temporary containment?"

Wei San staggered and leaned on the wall.

"I had someone take it out again."

Three Thousand Resentments stated casually.

It's like taking something from the vial.

For him, it's not something worth paying attention to at all.

"..."

Wei San was silent for a moment.

a long time.

Nai started again and followed the young man's back.

He can't go back to the spiritual management office for the time being.

But he still.

You can cooperate with the Lingguan Office to encircle and suppress Three Thousand Resentments.

At that time.

Criminals and traitors, not a single one can escape.

……

"The banned live broadcast room, why is it not allowed to become a master after the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

"Time and time again, who is blocking our news."

"The advent of the self-media era means the collapse of information barriers!"

"Superpowers, monsters, aliens, people need to know the truth!"

"Is our society safe, is the legend really just a legend?"

"The eight-armed boy with cat ears, I would like to call him the eight-armed boy!"

"It's decided. In this cosplay, we will show the imitation makeup of the eight-armed boy!"

"Why do you advocate femininity and strangeness, and discuss the aesthetic distortion of contemporary society."

"True, false, good and evil, as ordinary people, how should we live with the extraordinary?"

……

late at night.

In the not-so-big hotel room, he watched Xing Tai's post after post in front of him.

Jiang Sheng only felt pain in his forehead.

Yes, not even "I" thought of it.

The process of fighting against Sanqianyuan was actually filmed by a bystander.

It was even posted online.

Although that live broadcast has been completely banned.

But at this moment, there are still many screen recordings and screenshots still circulating.

Under the hype of various self-media people.

These novel topics have already risen to an unstoppable level of enthusiasm in just half a day.

I sensed that there was someone next to me, and even let the raincoat cast a little illusion on the other party.

But who knew he was actually broadcasting live!
Depressedly holding his forehead, he complained from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Sheng sighed helplessly.

Have to admit.

When facing the Three Thousand Resentments, it really didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

"Is this all there is?"

Carrying the last bit of luck.

Jiang Sheng only hoped.

I can still go out as usual in the future.

"Do not."

Xing Tai spread his hands wide open to watch the excitement.

"In fact, these are only a part, and even the official part has been deleted. However, the enthusiasm of netizens has far exceeded expectations."

"Damn, don't they all have to go to work?"

Jiang Sheng flipped through his phone incomprehensibly.

Facts have proved that its appearance when it turned into a human has been recorded 360 degrees without dead ends.

"You should turn into a cat when you go out in the future."

Xing Tai reminded him kindly.

"Just don't tie the scarf around your neck."

As for Xing Tai herself.

She is not the protagonist of the topic, and she doesn't have any conspicuous features, so naturally there is no need to worry about being bumped into.

"Well, that's the only way to do it first."

Jiang Sheng nodded weakly.

"Heh, eight-armed boy."

next moment.

The cat demon laughed at himself while facing a certain title on the phone.

"This nickname is really ugly."

"I think it's not bad."

Blinking her eyes with a smile, Xing Tai affirmed jokingly.

"It fits your image very well."

Jiang Sheng shook his head slowly.

Because those images do not belong to it.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Sheng's cell phone rang suddenly.

The black cat's face changed again and again.

It was not until the end that he lowered his head and answered the phone.

Why is it so cautious.

That's because the people who know this number, except Yang Momo and Bai Guanji who are dead.

Probably only Zhuang Yuan and Li Guoguang, the head of the Lingguan Department.

"Hey."

The cat demon's tone was very flat.

With a little hidden vigilance.

"Hey, Jiang Sheng."

On the other end of the phone, came an old and thick voice.

"I'm Li Guoguang."

"I know it is you."

"Ha, the old man is not talking nonsense. It's true that the three thousand grievances are in Chongming City, how could Wei San be with him. Also, are you willing to assist the operation of the spiritual management office?"

"How many people do you plan to send here?"

Jiang Sheng stared at the wall indifferently.

"Also, I don't want traitors."

(End of this chapter)