I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 119, Section 118: The Stranger in the Bathroom, A Path to the Underworld

Huangpizi Town, No. 230 Taohua Street, is a three-story old building.

The exterior walls are painted a slightly worn beige color, and a wooden sign that reads "Cixin Welfare Society" hangs at the entrance. The lettering is neat but has a subtle sense of "pretentious" simplicity.

The paint on the slide and swing in the yard was peeling, and a few wilted green plants sat on the windowsill.

The first floor houses the reception room and offices, with the walls covered with children's drawings and donation certificates. The second floor contains the activity room and dormitory, which shelters many children with congenital disabilities or who have been abandoned.

At first glance, it seems no different from an ordinary welfare center.

But who would have thought that this was a cover hideout for Salvation Society members?

It's important to understand that, on the surface, every year a few "lucky ones" are adopted by federal families and embark on a seemingly bright new life.

But no one knew that those so-called adoption records were all forged, and the children's situation was unpredictable once they were sent away.

Meanwhile, in the basement of the welfare home, a completely different world unfolded.

The iron gate was ajar, and the light seeping through the crack was no longer the cheap, dim light from outside, but rather the soft golden glow emanating from the crystal chandelier.

The room was not cluttered at all; instead, it was covered with a thick, dark-patterned carpet.

The walls are covered with velvet-textured soundproof padding, exuding an understated luxury.

Two Federation superhumans who remained behind were reclining on a leather sofa, with empty craft beer bottles and high-end imported snack packaging scattered around them.

They stared at the tablet screen and chuckled, their posture languid.

It felt like being in a private club, rather than a simple and unassuming welfare home.

The light reflected off the delicate leather sheen on the sofa, making the entire space seem like a hidden haven of pleasure beneath the dust.

On the left is a blond, curly-haired creature codenamed "Hyena," who is a Rakshasa of the Asura path sequence.

He was wearing an oil-stained leather jacket, his eyes were sunken, and a half-smoked cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth. He exuded a roguish air.

The one on the right, nicknamed "Grey Weasel," is a Yaksha from the Celestial Path. He has brown hair, a crew cut, and brown skin. He is stout, wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt, and has short, thick fingers. He is tapping his knees absentmindedly.

"Fucking hell—these mad dogs from the Jiangcheng Department of the Supernatural have been investigating far too hard lately."

The hyena spat, flicking its cigarette ash into an empty can at its feet. "Damn it, it's been so long since I've been to one of those lively bars in Jiangcheng to relax."

"Shit! These Xia Kingdom pigs—"

The weasel stared at the screen, grinning, spewing profanities mixed with a foreign accent, "If it weren't for Lord Eugene's warning, I'd really like to go out and slaughter a few right now to vent my anger!"

Save your breath.

The hyena glanced at him sideways, its tone mocking, "Lord Eugene said we should keep our tails between our legs for a while."

Lord Langdon is dead, the revenge operation has failed, and if we are exposed again—then it will all be over.

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He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the ash: "In their Xia Kingdom's words, it's about establishing a firm foothold on enemy soil, preserving your usefulness, and there will be plenty of opportunities later."

"I hate this land! But I love the girls in this land."

The gray weasel cursed under its breath, then sneered, offering no further rebuttal.

The two made a few more sarcastic remarks at the screen before lazily standing up.

They pushed open an inconspicuous hidden door in the back wall and went into a smaller room further inside.

The room had no windows, only a dim energy-saving light hanging from the ceiling.

Three little girls were curled up in the corner, fast asleep, wearing the old pajamas that were the standard attire for the orphanage.

Their breathing was weak, and their cheeks were still wet with tears; they had already fallen into a coma.

"These three will be sent away tomorrow night."

The hyena licked its lips. "Lord Eugene usually forbids us from touching anything—"

"Praise God, this is a gift from God!!"

The gray weasel grinned, rubbed its hands together, and took a step closer to the room, only to be stopped by the hyena.

The gray weasel cursed, "Fuck! Do you want to hog it all by yourself?"

The hyena scoffed disdainfully, "Go wash up first. I don't want to smell your awful odor later. Cherish this gift from God!"

In the villa area of ​​the family compound of the Divine Bureau in the East District of Jiangcheng, a quiet room on the second floor was filled with tranquility.

It was also somewhat quiet outside the door.

Uncle Yi and Aunt Zhou had already gone to bed.

All I could hear was Xun Jie's soft laughter as she watched her drama next door; she was probably watching something like "Eating a peach is so refreshing" by her brother again.

"Silly sister!"

Xu Lindong shook his head, and after confirming that no one would disturb him, he went into the bathroom and locked the door.

He then took out the corpse-driving outfit from the backpack he had brought in.

There are advantages to living in a villa in this residential compound.

At least his master bedroom now has an extra large bathroom.

When carrying out covert operations, it is perfectly acceptable to enter the bathroom, lock the door from the inside, and then execute the operation.

Even Xun Jie, who likes to barge into his room, wouldn't be so foolish as to force her way into the bathroom.

He slammed his palm against the bathroom door.

A majestic, golden-red supernatural power spread rapidly, covering the door panels, walls, and ceiling.

The entire bathroom was enveloped in a layer of golden-red light, achieving complete isolation and shielding.

Now, even if there are some extraordinary disturbances inside, the extraordinary individuals outside won't notice them at all unless they get too close.

After doing all that, he took the outfit out of his backpack.

After doing all this.

He took out the clothes from his backpack.

One by one, they changed into the large, dark robes of the corpse-drivers, the fabric thick and heavy, carrying the scent of aged incense ash.

Next came the pair of ankle-high, jet-black boots, their shafts tightly bound, their soles thick and stable, making no sound as they stepped on the ground, as if they were part of the shadows themselves.

Finally, he put on the faceless mask.

The almost transparent material covered his face, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The person's presence faded away, and even the temperature around them seemed to drop.

A cold, deathly aura began to emanate from his body.

At this moment, he no longer resembled a living person, but rather a zombie that had just risen from its coffin.

Everything was ready, and the whole process resembled the opening of some ancient ritual.

Next, he will completely immerse himself in playing the role of this zombie, the corpse driver.

At the same time, they also need to give this identity, which operates in the shadows, a code name.

"The lineage of corpse-driving in western Hunan was mostly surnamed Liu in ancient times, so let's call him Liu Sheng."

Xu Lindong's heart stirred slightly, "The 'sheng' in 'young and impetuous.'"

Once the thought was made up, his consciousness quickly connected with the Tower of Heaven.

A burst of light silently appeared in the bathroom.

The broken car seat appeared out of thin air, its metal frame gleaming with a dark, cold light.

Xu Lindong, holding the Soul-Capturing Bell and the scythe he had removed from the extraordinary weapon, sat down in the chair, his extraordinary phone resting flat on his lap, the screen lighting up.

Just a quick press.

Navigation locked.

Huangpizi Town, No. 230 Taohua Street, is 161 kilometers away.

"Go on."

The chair trembled slightly, and the surrounding light suddenly collapsed, as if being dragged into another space by some force.

The 100 merits were immediately depleted.

hum!

Xu Lindong felt the scene before him instantly distort.

The seat carrying him crashed into a strange passage between the realms of Yin and Yang.

It seems to be the so-called path to the underworld.

There seemed to be no up, down, left, or right here, only a deep, flowing darkness, like a diluted night sky, or like solidified ghostly mist.

The dilapidated seats sped through the aisle, so fast it was almost unreal, with blurry, shapeless, elongated shadows constantly flashing past on either side.

Occasionally, a chilling aura would emerge from all directions, as if some eerie and terrifying thing was lurking in the shadows.

Some have a very faint scent that dissipates upon contact.

Some, however, were eerily viscous, carrying a chilling sense of oppression, as if ancient wandering spirits were lurking not far away.

"So many ghosts and spirits from the underworld?"

Xu Lindong held his breath, his pupils contracting slightly beneath the mask.

Even though his emotions were very weak in his zombie state, he was still terrified at this moment.

This is not a place for the living. Every teleportation here feels like speeding along the edge of the River Styx.

Fortunately, this process passed very quickly.

Just as he was getting used to the eerie feeling of being surrounded by countless ghosts, the chair suddenly jolted.

The surrounding darkness receded instantly, like a receding tide.

The sound of the wind, the damp night air, and the faint barking of dogs in the distance flooded back into my senses.

He looked up and found himself in the shadows of an unfamiliar alley.

Not far ahead, the outline of an old three-story building emerged in the night, with an inconspicuous wooden sign hanging at the entrance that read: "Cixin Welfare Society".

230 Peach Blossom Street, we've arrived.

His cold nose twitched; the zombie's hypersensitive sense of smell had already detected the unpleasant stench of the foreigners, and the scent of a group of cute yet pitiful little creatures...