I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 114, Section 113: This World Is Not Clean

When Xu Lindong felt Yi Qianxun's hand on his back suddenly stop, he was stunned at first, then he suddenly realized what was happening and his expression changed.

"Sister Xun, could it be...?"

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"Dong, Dongzi—you said that strange creature looks like an old woman—and is still sweeping the floor?"

Yi Qianxun's voice came from behind, barely concealing her fear, "Is this really how it is, or did you just make it up?"

Xu Lindong immediately turned his head, sat up, and looked serious.

"I didn't make this up; that's what she really looks like."

"No way..."

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Yi Qianxun slid off his back, crossed her legs, and her pretty face was full of surprise and doubt.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

"Her full name is 'The Old Woman Who Sweeps the Floor,' but she's not an evil creature; she's a malevolent spirit."

Xu Lindong's expression turned serious, his gaze fixed on Yi Qianxun's eyes. "Sister Xun, you've met her? When? Where?"

"Don't panic, you're fine now. I haven't sensed any evil power on you, which means you're safe. Speak slowly and carefully."

"oh----"

Yi Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief and gradually relaxed.

She pointed to the window and said, recalling the moment, "I saw her by the window the night before last. She was sweeping the road outside the community."

But I'm not sure if it's the evil spirit you're talking about—I felt something was off about the supernatural aura at that time, and when I looked up I saw her—”

Xu Lindong's expression turned serious. "What does she look like? Where's the broom?"

"His hair was gray, and he was wearing—it looked like he was wearing dark brown clothes."

Yi Qianxun rubbed her temples, trying hard to recall, "I really didn't pay attention to what the broom looked like. I only glanced at it at the time, and she had her back to me, so I didn't look closely."

"Long gray hair, dark brown clothing —"

Xu Lindong's expression hardened, and the image of encountering the old cleaning lady at the strange traffic light street flashed through his mind.

He was pretty sure that Sister Xun had encountered that evil old woman.

He just couldn't understand why this old woman would run into the vicinity of his own residential area.

To talk about the "extraordinary aggregation effect".

Although the Mingjiang residential area wasn't equipped with expensive supernatural suppression devices by the monitoring station, there were already very few supernatural beings living there.

All things considered, including Sister Xun and Xiao Tu from Building 7, and at most two retired Sequence 10 logistics personnel.

With so few people, the extraordinary fluctuations they caused are less significant than the impact of having an old stove that's been around for over forty years under every building.

How could it possibly lead to a clustering effect?

"Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Xu Lindong comforted himself in this way, and then said a few words of reassurance to Sister Xun.

After she pointed out the approximate location, he planned to wait until midnight when no one was around to send the wandering spirit A-Piao down to scout the way.

He certainly wouldn't personally take the lead or make a scene.

However, he can still act as a "corpse driver" in the zombie sequence, commanding wandering ghosts and zombies like Forrest Gump to do his bidding.

Just be careful to wear the Faceless Man mask and prevent anyone from finding you by following the clues.

"Ah Dong, it's so dangerous outside right now, why don't we go stay at the family compound of your Supernatural Affairs Bureau? I'll go and talk to my parents."

Yi Qianxun was probably genuinely frightened, and her attitude changed drastically, "They can come back when it's safe outside."

After she finished speaking, she got up and left the room to persuade Yi Guoqiang and Zhou Hui.

Xu Lindong almost laughed.

When people are afraid, their stance is indeed easily shaken.

However, he wasn't particularly panicked.

He had met the old woman sweeping the floor before.

These kinds of evil spirits and strange creatures are not dangerous as long as their killing patterns are not triggered.

And even if we do run into her, at worst we can just put our bicycle down and hit the old lady again, then take the opportunity to run away.

After thinking for a moment, he followed them out and reminded Yi Qianxun and his uncle and aunt: Don't litter lately, especially on the streets.

Of course, this reminder might be a bit redundant.

Uncle Yi's family has always been very civilized and they never litter.

It was 12:15 a.m.

Under the Jiangcheng Second Bridge, the roar of engines tore through the night.

A group of spirited young men with blond hair were speeding and crashing through the streets with girls in fishnet stockings on their cars. Their cheers, laughter, and screams disturbed the peace along the entire riverbank.

A few days ago, the area outside the city was shrouded in danger and oppression, and with the elders at home keeping a close watch on them, these restless monkeys finally calmed down a bit.

Now that the area outside the city has been cleared, the alarm has been lifted.

These rebellious young people, like pigeons that had been pent up for too long, rushed out with bloodshot eyes for a vengeful celebration.

Some people were showing off their skills on motorcycles, controlling the bike with one hand while drinking heavily with the other.

The girl in the back seat screamed in fright, while the guy next to her yelled and shouted. The moment the front of the car lifted up, hormones surged. Everything seemed to stimulate the nerves, making one's scalp tingle.

"Get out of here! Don't you know you're making noise and disturbing the peace in the middle of the night?!"

A loud, gruff voice suddenly boomed from across the street.

Then a middle-aged man in a police uniform walked over, his face ashen: "Leave immediately! The residents here have already filed complaints!"

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The revelry of young people was brought to a sudden silence by the alcohol.

Upon seeing the uniform and epaulets, a few of the more sober individuals showed fear and began to avoid eye contact.

But the blond guy who was showing off his driving skills paused for two seconds, whether from the alcohol or because he felt embarrassed, he scoffed and said in an even more aggressive voice, "Uncle, mind your own business. Do you know who my dad is?"

The sheriff Liang Qizheng, standing opposite, was taken aback, then his anger intensified. He immediately got out of his car and strode over, shouting, "I don't care who your father is, disperse immediately, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "bang" exploded right at his feet!

That arrogant young man actually threw the can of beer he was holding at me, splashing liquid and foam all over the ground.

He raised his chin and yelled, "Believe it or not, I'll make you take off this skin tomorrow! A mere sheriff, not even a superhuman, dares to boss us around?"

That slamming and shouting was like throwing sparks into a pot of boiling oil.

The timidity that the sheriff had just given them vanished instantly. They started whistling and grinning wildly, letting out all their previous cowardice through the commotion.

The guy leading the group stood on the motorcycle, looking as if he were the wolf king.

They didn't realize that this group of people were more like hyenas chattering around a rotting corpse.

"Those little bastards!"

Beer and other beverages splashed onto Liang Qizheng's trousers, but none of it was as chilling as his words.

His heart was burning like fire, and the anger that was rising to his throat was now surging to his head, and he was about to let out a fierce shout.

Just then, the figure of a hunched old woman appeared in front of him without warning.

She lowered her head, slowly sweeping the dented, leaking soda can on the ground. Her aged, slurred voice drifted out on the wind: "Who's littering again?"

The old lady appeared so suddenly, like the sanitation worker who had been standing in the dim shadows of the streetlights, only no one had noticed her just now.

Liang Qizheng was stunned, and the group of young people racing cars opposite him were also startled.

The silence lasted only a second.

The blond-haired youth who was leading the group realized what was happening, spat, and then threw out an empty can with a "thud," grinning broadly: "Another old lady sweeping the floor. It must be tough collecting trash at night, right? Here, take this can and sell it for money!"

The aluminum can that had just hit the ground disappeared in the blink of an eye under a broom made of bones and long, black hair.

Several sharp-eyed girls noticed the strangeness of the broom, their eyes instantly filled with fear, and one of them screamed in terror.

"You've gone too far!"

Liang Qizheng, unaware of this scene, angrily pointed at the young man and shouted.

The old woman sweeping the floor slowly raised her head to look at the young man in charge, her hoarse voice echoing softly: "You threw the trash—you're trash too—this world—is unclean, it needs to be cleaned—"

"What?!"

Just as the young man was about to lash out, he suddenly noticed the old woman's gaunt, skeletal face beneath her long, gray hair, and the eerie green flames rising from her eye sockets.

He shuddered, the muscles in his cheeks stiffened instantly, his face turned ashen with fright, and his forehead felt icy cold.

"ah!!"

Screams rang out simultaneously, piercing the darkness.

Screams ripped through the night, exploding simultaneously.

The old woman sweeping the floor appeared like a ghost in front of the row of motorcycles, and slowly swept forward with the broom made of white bones and black hair.

All the young people on the bus, along with the bus itself, were simultaneously and bizarrely severed in half at the same time.

As the broom swept across, the broken body and motorcycle, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, gradually dissipated into the spreading gray mist.

"this....

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Liang Qizheng gasped, his feet feeling like they were nailed to the ground, standing there stiffly like a clay figure.

After a long while, everything in front of me disappeared—the motorcycle, the young man, the beer bottle, all vanished.

A gust of river wind blew by, and Liang Qizheng was startled, as if his spine had been broken, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.

It seems he encountered some evil spirit...

Fortunately, his kindness and good character saved him.

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