Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

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!

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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 can't always save the people targeted by the evil spirits. During this period, Yang Ping was often treated as a psychopath and was even sued to the school and called 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.

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