I killed the film and television world

Helicopter cabin door

Yu Huixin, the leader of the Zone B Task Force, stood there, looking down with a pair of bright eyes.

After a moment, she murmured softly:
"Didn't they say that an A+ level demon ghost appeared in the direction of the central trunk road of City B? Where is the demon ghost?"

She looked around several times but didn't see even a hair of the demon.

However, there were indeed signs of fierce fighting along the main roads in the city.

Yu Huixin was a little doubtful. Could it be that other members of the task force had taken action?

But I haven't heard of anyone reporting it.

Forget it, let’s go down and take a look, and we should be able to find out.

She jumped down from the cabin door which was over a thousand meters high.

The black hair flew back and the wind whistled past the ears.

Boom!
With a heavy crash, the asphalt road cracked again.

Yu Huixin brushed off the dust on the corners of her clothes and looked around. She was seeing all kinds of surprised looks staring at her.

She was used to it.

He pulled out his ID from his pocket and showed it to me, "I'm a member of the B-area task force. Does anyone know what just happened here?"

When the people around saw the task force's official credentials, they began to whisper even louder.

Yu Huixin was not in a hurry. After waiting for a while, she roughly understood what had happened from the fragmented words of the crowd.

After listening, he was stunned for a moment, and then he directly instructed the wireless headset hanging on his ear:

"The A+ level demon ghost in Area B seems to have died prematurely. Please help me check the city surveillance cameras in the main roads here. I need to know clearly what happened here."

A few minutes later, a somewhat surprised voice came from the headset:

"Captain Yu, the incident in Area B was done by a stranger, so he should not be on the official member list."

"The other party... well, the other party's methods are so fierce!"

Yu Huixin raised her eyebrows: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

Who can understand such nonsense?

An apology suddenly came from the headset: "I'm sorry, I just watched the surveillance footage and I got a little emotional."

"Ahem, Captain Yu, it's like this."

"The one who did it was a young man in his twenties. Previously, there was an A+ level demon ghost, and three B+ level outpost demon ghosts also appeared at the same time."

"However, the entire process, or the total survival time of all the demons, only lasted a little over a minute."

"From the time the strange young man started to act until the end, he easily wiped out all the troubles with just one move."

"It was so quick and neat that it was almost unbelievable."

Yu Huixin: "Oh? So exaggerated? What kind of ability did he use?"

A slightly puzzled voice came from the headset: "Ability? What ability?"

Yu Huixin: “…”

The voice in the headset suddenly realized: "Oh, Captain Yu is talking about the type of demon that the other party has contracted, right?"

Yu Huixin: "Is it hard to understand what I am saying now?"

The headset voice sounded apologetic: "I'm sorry, it's not that your words are hard to understand, but it seems that the other party didn't use any ability. If you have to say there is any ability, it should be something like thunder."

Yu Huixin: "What do you mean you didn't use your abilities? Explain clearly!"

Earphone voice: "Rather than using his abilities, to be precise, looking at the whole process, it seems more like he relied on his unimaginable physical fitness to forcefully end it all."

"Three B+ level outpost demons were killed by half a lamp post thrown by the other side, piercing their sternum, piercing their heads with a palm knife, and exploding their heads with a finger bullet!"

Yu Huixin opened her mouth and then said, "Are you sure you are not kidding?"

Headset voice: "Of course!"

Yu Huixin: "Then...what about that A+ grade demon ghost... Never mind, let's not talk about it. Just copy the surveillance videos from all angles and send them to me."

So after a moment, with a 'ding' sound, Yu Huixin's cell phone rang.

She found a quiet place and watched the surveillance video from multiple angles.

After a long while, her slightly opened mouth never closed again.

It was not until a moment after the video ended that he murmured in a trance: "Is it so exaggerated..."

After a long while, Yu Huixin muttered to herself again:

"This fierce melee style looks familiar..."

"Who is it, um...oh, right, it's Song Si!"

"and many more--"

She seemed to have thought of something again.

I rewatched the video and zoomed in on the angles, then finally said in surprise:

"From this point of view, they look somewhat similar. Could it be that the other party is from the Song family?"

"That's not right. During this period of time, they should be organizing all their forces to rescue Song Si, right?"

"It doesn't make sense to send our elite troops to the completely opposite area, B, at this time."

Although she didn't understand exactly what was going on, Yu Huixin uploaded all of Song Ren's image information and video materials to the relevant database as soon as possible.

……

Inside a hotel in City B
Song Ren is here, renting a room temporarily to stay.

I changed into a clean casual outfit first, and took the time to ask about the wishes of the people who made the wishes for this trip.

Since the other party is his descendant, Song Ren is actually quite curious.

However, Xuyuan’s understanding of this kind of world is not very deep.

It was more of a wish that helped Song Ren to travel through.

For other aspects, he can only rely on himself to find a solution.

In the hotel room, Song Ren used his newly bought mobile phone to connect to the Internet. Taking advantage of the convenience of the relatively advanced AI technology, he easily found a lot of personal information of "Song Si".

To a certain extent, the other party can also be considered a public figure.

There is quite a lot of information available on the surface.

Song Ren looked at the screen and saw a cold girl with a pair of stern eyes and eyebrows, and couldn't help but smile:
Song Si is the top demon hunter in the country and an S-level member of the task force.

He has many nicknames on the Internet.

Such as Song Shen, Xiao A Si, Rose of the Snow Mountain, Child Prodigy and so on.

From this perspective, this girl is really capable.

But Song Ren's smile was on his lips, but when he saw the words "suspected missing" in the personal status column at the end, he frowned.

What does suspected missing mean?
Song Ren searched the recent hot news again.

After using AI to filter out useless big data, as expected, we found some relevant information that had been reported before:

An abandoned site on the outskirts of Zone Z is suspected to have been invaded by a large demon, and the scene has been cordoned off by relevant personnel.

Song Shen went out again and led his team to the Z area.

The roses of the snowy mountains are back again!
A few days ago, half of the deep sky in District Z suddenly turned rose red at night, and the blood-red color enveloped the entire city!
After Song Ren checked the relevant news records, he said to himself:

"Was there an accident?"

"He should still be alive, right?"

[Boss, the person who made the wish is still alive and is not in danger of death for the time being.]

Song Ren: "Hmm? Can you feel it?" [Yes, Boss, the other party is the source of our entry into this world. I can vaguely sense the general direction, but I can't tell the exact location.]

"Which side?"

【Northeast.】

"Northeast..."

He used his mobile phone to search the current national map and confirmed the approximate location mentioned by Xu Yuan. It just happened to overlap with Zone Z, so he roughly guessed the source of the problem.

Looking at the screen, there was a girl with pigtails whose eyebrows and features were somewhat similar to his own and whose face had a cold expression.

Song Ren couldn't help but mutter:
"Young man, you really make me worry."

……

In the evening, Zone Z.

Song Ren was traveling from the sky, standing high in the air, looking down at the entire brightly lit city.

Almost at a glance, you can see an incompatible dark scene in the direction of the southwest suburbs.

That area seemed to be completely buried in dark ink, unlike other suburban areas where there were still a few scattered lights on.

That area is so dark that it’s a little…transparent?
Moreover, right above that area, a cold and chilly aura was surging that was visible to the naked eye.

Is this it?

Song Ren fell from the air, and the lower he descended, the more he could feel the extraordinary area below.

A chilling chill spread out from the darkness.

When we were more than a hundred meters above the ground, a layer of cold black fog began to rise from below.

Song Ren did not hesitate and jumped directly into the dark and pitch-black fog.

The next moment, the dark scene in sight suddenly became clear.

The moment you enter the black fog, it feels like you have entered a completely unfamiliar world.

The lights are on, still brightly lit.

However, the lights were white paper lanterns, and the fire was torches wrapped in oilcloth.

The market before my eyes has turned into a building with flying eaves from ancient times.

White paper lanterns were hung in front of the doors of various houses, with the word "sacrifice" written on the paper.

There were not many people on the street, but an abrupt voice came from a distant corner:
"It's dry and dry, be careful with the candles!"

Song Ren raised his eyebrows and touched the wall next to him.

Real and transparent!
This kind of place is not an illusion...

Interesting!

In the alley in the distance, a night watchman wearing a thick and worn straw raincoat, with a dark bamboo clapper hanging on his chest, a gong on his back, a short stick in one hand and a lantern in the other, was walking towards us.

"It's dry and dry, be careful with the candles!"

The hoarse and dry shouts echoed in the surrounding alleys.

The streets in the city were not narrow, and Song Ren stepped aside to make way.

But the night watchman wearing the bamboo hat not only lowered his head even lower, but also turned around and walked towards Song Ren again:

"It's dry and dry, be careful with the candles!"

The dry sound was so piercing that it hurt people's ears.

Song Ren also frowned, took a half step back, and made way again.

The night watchman hunched over half of his body, turned around, and once again looked straight at him: "Oh my God..."

Bang!
Song Ren suddenly grabbed his hand!

The night watchman was grabbed with one hand and pressed under his bamboo hat. After the skin and flesh were dissolved, the white bones of his skull were exposed.

He said with a dark face: "God damn it! You have never seen a living person before, and you are looking for death and you have to come here in person!"

The night watchman suddenly began to tremble like a sieve, and a bloody human head rolled out of the paper lantern in his hand.

The straw raincoat he was wearing turned into bundles of black lines and wrapped around Song Ren's arms.

The sharp and piercing ghost cry suddenly became more intense: "Ahahaha——"

boom!
The sound was sudden, and the end was even more abrupt.

Boiling flames surged up from Song Ren's palm.

In a flash, the tangled black lines were completely burned, and the sharp ghost crying sound stopped abruptly.

When the fire went out, all that was left on the ground was a bloody human head, and no other traces.

On the streets at night, the white paper lanterns in front of the mansions are particularly eye-catching.

The streets are completely silent!
Two staggering, drunken beggars seemed to be moving closer.

But after the flames, the poor beggar shook his body, then swiftly went to another alley and disappeared in an instant.

Song Ren leaped into the air.

I wanted to get a bird's-eye view of this mysterious place from a high altitude, but as soon as I got into the air, the scene in front of me was shrouded and covered by a layer of black fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Song Ren could only fall back to the ground.

The wind around him was also windy and cold, and it could not provide any help to him.

If we use brute force to completely destroy this place, it is not impossible to do so. It will just take some effort.

But the problem is that after destroying it, we may not be able to bring out that cute young man.

Well, let’s play for a while longer!

Song Ren touched the red bricks and green tiles with one hand, feeling the area with the heaviest yin energy, then turned and walked over.

Walking along the quiet and cold market, the flow of people around us seemed to be getting more and more lively.

Song Ren muttered, "You're pretending to be serious."

As they walked along, the bustling crowd seemed to obscure Song Ren's presence.

No one came forward to talk to him, and most of them even took the initiative to avoid Song Ren's side of the road.

When she walked past him, she lowered her head very low, as if afraid of being noticed by him.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from a distance.

After Song Ren turned the corner, he looked to the left and front.

On the spacious ground in the market, a square arena was built with bamboo and wood.

White silk threads were hung everywhere, and the area was surrounded by various peddlers and hawkers. On a bamboo pole nearby, a white cloth was hung high up, with four words written on it:

Martial arts competition to win a bride!

Behind the ring, a slim woman in white clothes and a white cloth on her head was sitting on a bamboo chair.

Above the ring, a middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes was bowing and explaining again the specific rules of setting up the ring to recruit a bride.

Next to him, there was a young man who was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his chest and coughing up blood. It was obvious that he had just been defeated.

After the middle-aged man in rough clothes finished speaking, he suddenly bowed to Song Ren and said,
"Sir, I see that you are a very talented person. Would you like to come and test your skills?"

Song Ren glanced at her and shook his head: "I have no interest in your daughter. You have found the wrong person."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman in white sitting on the bamboo chair snorted coldly.

A light breeze blew by, lifting half of her white veil. Under the veil, one could vaguely see a stunningly pretty face that looked like a beauty from the most beautiful age.

When the many peddlers and hawkers in the audience noticed this scene, they all looked over in a daze. (End of this chapter)