I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Faced with Yuan Heng's astonished question, Xu Lindong temporarily suppressed his doubts and recounted the details of his encounter with the underworld messengers.

"You mean, the messengers of the Salvation Society not only attacked you, but also used Nightmare, but then withdrew on their own?"

Yuan Heng looked shocked and immediately turned to look at the still-smoking woods below the highway, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

His gaze returned to Xu Lindong.

"Logically speaking, even if the underworld official is seriously injured, you should not be able to escape unscathed once you unleash Nightmare..."

What exactly did you encounter in your nightmare?

Xu Lindong had many suspicions in his heart, so he naturally wouldn't tell the truth at this time. He shook his head and said, "After I fell into the nightmare, the underworld messenger didn't continue to attack at first. He just questioned me repeatedly, as if he was looking for some kind of artifact from that evil object."

I told him the truth and I didn't know, and then he started tormenting me in my dreams...

"Just when I was about to give up, he suddenly stopped and left, and then I heard Lei Chong and the others' voices."

"It seems that he confirmed you didn't have that evil artifact, and fearing he would be held back, he retreated on his own initiative."

Yuan Heng frowned and pondered, still feeling puzzled.

Where are the good people in the Salvation Society?

They were all ruthless madmen. They could easily kill Xu Lindong, so there was no reason for them to let go of the opportunity to retaliate against the Divine Bureau.

However, the lingering aura of curse on Xu Lindong's body at this moment was undeniable; he had indeed suffered a fierce attack from the underworld officials.

"You still have the aura of a curse lingering on you."

Yuan Heng stared at Xu Lindong with a serious expression and said, "Let me check if you are injured or if there are any hidden dangers."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, revealing clear veins on his neck. His aura suddenly surged, and a tall, ethereal figure appeared faintly behind him.

Xu Lindong took a step back, avoiding the outstretched hand, and shook his head, saying, "No need, Captain Yuan, I'm fine."

"Huh?" Yuan Heng was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to refuse.

At this point, several people nearby spoke up to offer advice.

Miao Zhuang said, "Let Captain Yuan take a look. He's the village head; he can sense auras, detect hidden dangers, and help you remove the curse."

"That's right, it's safer for Team Yuan to make the move," Gu Yi added.

"No need."

Xu Lindong still shook his head: "The only thing left is the aura of a curse. I'll use the Kitchen God's sedan chair to transfer it away later. There won't be any problems."

The most urgent task now is to remain vigilant and prevent any Salvation Society members from lying in wait.

I think we should fix the tire quickly and leave as soon as possible.

Just kidding. He once let Jiang Bo probe his aura, never expecting that Jiang Bo's detection of his essence, energy, and spirit was a pretense, actually an attempt to track down the whereabouts of the evil artifact.

From then on, he made up his mind that unless absolutely necessary, he would never allow a superhuman with greater strength than himself to examine his body at will.

"……All right."

Seeing that Xu Lindong insisted, Yuan Heng did not press the matter further, and the others said no more.

The Kitchen God's palanquin can indeed transfer the aura of curses.

Others can understand, after all, no one likes having their body examined by others without permission.

But Yuan Heng vaguely felt that Xu Lindong's behavior was a bit strange, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

He quickly suppressed his suspicions, still smiling, and extended his hand to Xu Lindong:

"To escape from the clutches of the underworld officials and even make it onto the list of the supernatural... I knew I hadn't misjudged him."

My word still stands; the Jiangcheng headquarters welcomes you anytime.

Xu Lindong glanced at the outstretched hand and shook his head, saying:

"Thank you for your kind words, Captain Yuan. However, the curse on me is not yet cleared, and the underworld officials may still be nearby, so I will not shake hands with you to avoid making you a medium for the curse."

"As for the Jiangcheng headquarters, I will definitely be willing to go there in the future. However, I promised the director something, and I can't leave for the time being."

"Oh?"

Yuan Heng stopped, sensing the wariness in his words, but still nodded with a smile.

"Okay. You can contact me anytime you want. You have my contact information."

"Yes, thank you for your high regard, Captain Yuan."

Xu Lindong nodded and smiled.

Ding Jian, Gu Yi, and the others standing to the side looked envious, but not jealous. Instead, they wanted to get closer to Xu Lindong.

Anyone who is a little more mature knows that jealousy is the most useless thing.

Because the person you envy must be very capable.

Instead of being envious of such people, it's better to cultivate good relations with them; that would be more beneficial to yourself.

Many fools fail to grasp this point, letting their emotions dictate their actions, ultimately harming themselves and others.

……

A dozen minutes later, the damaged tire was successfully replaced.

No more Salvationists attacked until the bus started moving again.

More than an hour later, the vehicle entered the increasingly bustling streets of Jiangcheng, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Lindong looked out the window at the street scene, and his tense mood gradually relaxed.

He lit the stove fire and burned the stove god's palanquin, which carried the aura of curse, in his hand, crushing it into ashes.

His strength is now far greater than it was twenty days ago, and many of his sequence abilities have improved.

This minor curse can be dealt with on its own without relying on the Tower of Babel.

But he wanted to wait until everything was completely settled before entering the Tower of Babel to interrogate the underworld officials, find out the function of the evil artifacts, and the Salvation Society's next plans.

If we can truly obtain such intelligence, it will be another great achievement.

By then, you might even be able to get your hands on door god stickers directly.

Soon, the bus arrived at the headquarters of the Jiangcheng Department of Supernatural Affairs and stopped.

Within a radius of several thousand meters, powerful auras became exceptionally clear in the spiritual senses.

The headquarters of the Department of Mysticism in this megacity has at least two thousand executive officers, accounting for about 20% of the city's total, including those dispatched to carry out missions and stationed in various sinkhole areas, not including the various branches.

As everyone disembarked, the "Pavilion Chief" from headquarters immediately led a medical team to the scene to inquire whether any treatment was needed.

Lei Chong, Lao Luo, and other executives who were still troubled by the extraordinary agitation all left with the medical team.

Before parting, everyone exchanged contact information and agreed to meet again.

"Dong-ge, are we going straight home or somewhere else?"

Gu Yi greeted Xu Lindong one last time at the door.

"I need to go back to the East District headquarters to report on my mission first. We'll get together again later!"

Xu Lindong waved to Gu Yi.

"Okay! Come find me in Tai'an City if you have the chance." Gu Yi waved goodbye.

Pang Jia, who was walking over from the side, also looked at Xu Lindong, waved her hand, and clenched her fist, saying, "Xu Lindong, I will catch up with you on the list of supernatural beings."

As soon as the words "Divine Ranking" were uttered, several passing headquarters executives stopped and looked at the group of people talking. As they whispered among themselves, they all made a note of the name Xu Lindong.

Xu Lindong turned around and smiled: "Okay, as long as you don't chase after me like a fierce woman."

Before he finished speaking, he walked out the door and found his parked motorcycle.

But after looking at the somewhat deformed exhaust pipe in his hand, he decided to give up.

It looks like I won't be able to ride this motorcycle back today; I'll have to find someone to transport it back later.

"Xu Lindong, your car broke down? Want me to give you a ride?"

Ding Jian drove up in a flashy blue sports car and waved to Xu Lindong.

"This guy's got some big money, huh?"

Xu Lindong glanced at Ding Jian and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that this guy resembled "a running 500,000".

After a moment's hesitation, he simply opened the door and got into the car.

"Back to the Eastern District's Department of the Supernatural?"

With one hand on the steering wheel, foreign jazz music flowed from the stereo. He tilted his head and asked, "Come on, get in my precious car and have a feel for it."

"Hmm," Xu Lindong replied casually, glancing around the car.

Ding Jian appeared calm and composed, and his lively conversation eased his doubts.

This guy is more like an overly lively and unruly zombie, which is quite rare in this sequence.

"Alright! Keep your thick, long thing in check, don't poke my precious thing."

Xu Lindong glanced down at the deformed exhaust pipe in his hand and tucked it behind him.

"Fasten your seatbelts, buddy, I'm a notorious 'ghost horse' driver, let's go!"

Ding Jian floored the accelerator, and the sports car shot off.

In the headquarters hall not far away, Yuan Heng placed his hands on the hilt of his sword, squinted and watched the sports car disappear into the street. The expression in his eyes gradually changed from suspicion and complexity to coldness and decisiveness.

"That kid Xu Lindong... he's probably already suspicious and is on guard against me."

"How much does he actually know? Even if Han is crazy, he shouldn't have revealed my identity."

Besides, Han has already left... We must find Han and get some answers from him.

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