This time I chose Paladin

"Oh, the people living on Religious Street are basically believers of legal religions. Most of them have jobs related to their own religions. The Artists' Market is just across the street from them."

A street? Someone was holding a strange ritual in the artist market not far from the religious street?

Nie Weiyang's ears pricked up and he raised his brows behind his sunglasses.

Discrepant information appeared——

How could he remember that in his previous life, when he came to the old city a month later, the artists' market was located in another district far away from Religious Street?

Don't tell him that in just one month when resources were in short supply, the Artists' Market had to suddenly relocate.

"Where are they?" Nie Weiyang asked.

Li Mingzhe answered truthfully: "Next to Zhengyang District, where the official headquarters is located, in the center of Xinyin District."

Nie Weiyang: “?”

...No, that's not right.

Isn’t the Artist Market in Xinyin District...!

There's another chapter in 5 minutes.

Chapter 89 The storm is coming

So it wasn't the artist market that moved, but the religious street?

Nie Weiyang's heart was filled with alarm, and he became really alert.

He knew the importance of Religious Street better than many people. On that bluestone road, there were Taoism, Buddhism, Christian Christianity, Scripture Christianity and other legal religions.

Taoism alone has a large number of Taoists, Qigong practitioners, alchemists, and Taoist doctors who provide excellent logistical support for China.

There are also demon-slaying Taoist priests who specialize in combat and are very good at using talismans, purification skills, and lightning skills.

They even have a special "箓" system. After the death of the Taoist priests who have been granted the 箓, there is an independent resting area in the netherworld. The living Taoist priests who have been granted the 箓 can also ask their deceased predecessors for help.

Several other religions also have their own strengths. For example, Nie Weiyang has dealt with the strongest monk profession and he was deeply impressed by it.

Is it possible for several major religions to collectively relocate their old bases in Gushi and simply ask their followers to find another place to worship? But it happened, and the problem is definitely extraordinary.

So, who could possibly cause this group of people to have problems? If this group of people had problems, what a big deal would that be!

Nie Weiyang frowned, but after a while, everyone came to a fork in the road. He and these people were on the left and right. He was going to the ancient city, while these people were going to the direction of the stone mine.

He waved goodbye to everyone and stepped on the accelerator after moving away from the team.

'boom--! ! ’

The blue light flickered in just a breath, and the powerful performance of the lucky sign piled up by 300,000 silver rings was fully demonstrated with a start acceleration.

A trail of blue flame, visible even in daylight, crossed the compacted dirt road, where he could see some broad tracks. This proved that Gushi had brought heavy machinery this time...

……No.

Nie Weiyang glanced sideways as he passed a new track mark: "...?"

The traces on this thing...why do they look so much like a tank or infantry fighting vehicle made by a mechanic? Wait, could it be that Gushi brought an infantry fighting vehicle from Earth?!

It looks like there is more than one?

Nie Weiyang's spirits lifted, and he sped forward. The sun poured down from the sky without any obstruction, making his exposed skin hot and painful, with a slight burning sensation spreading. It was afternoon, the sun's strongest time, and his skin began to burn. An unnatural red color emerged from the surface, and severe stinging pain followed.

As the car accelerated, time seemed to be infinitely shortened, condensed into a sharp rut, recording a moment, the moment when a paladin, a vampire, arrived in the old city.

The smoke, the fighting, the life-and-death struggles were all temporarily contained by this vast and tranquil wilderness, leaving only him walking through this black, red, gold and ochre painting, like a sharp pen, dyeing the dust and mud rolling behind him blue.

As they passed a hill, Nie Weiyang heard a roar and screams. He slowed down temporarily, only to see a body flying out.

It was the body of a young girl. She had fallen into the grass and rolled several times like a broken sack.

A sharp hissing echoed from where she had come from, and disgusting green blood spurted several meters away, corroding the grass until it hissed. A moment later, a giant mantis-like green insect monster rushed out. Its body, over a meter tall, presented an unusually terrifying aura.

Bugs are mutated monsters with a wider distribution range and larger numbers than mammals. Compared to monsters like speedsters that only appear in shadows, underground, and at night, bugs are everywhere, and people killed by bugs are also everywhere.

A zombie with a broken leg slowly crawled out of the bushes. It grabbed the ground with its claw-like hands and pulled itself towards the girl's body. Parasites spread under its skin, revealing disgusting black lines.

Another mutant insect that looked like an enlarged version of a centipede emerged from the grass. In front of its body, which was about two or three meters long, two people were crawling to escape. However, the giant centipede's dense legs climbed over rocks and tree trunks, and its movement speed was much faster than theirs.

The two men screamed and ran for their lives, trying to call for help from other nearby combat teams, but the complex terrain caused them to stumble and fall. As they cursed and tried to move forward, they saw a silver iron shield with a bright light breaking through the air!

"Crack!"

With a sharp, crisp sound, the iron shield severed the centipede's trunk, as if the interlocking hard shell didn't exist. It then flew two meters away, only to suddenly turn back!

"Crack!"

There was another crisp sound, and the mantis's sharp claws were cut off like cutting melons and vegetables.

The sharp shield edge, polished by several of Langcheng's best craftsmen, performs as usual.

The engine sound came again, and the two people in the bushes looked up blankly. They only saw a back with a shield on his back and the blue tail flame of a motorcycle.

“Damn… I met a big boss…” One of them muttered, getting up and preparing to deal with the clawless mantis: “He’s kind-hearted, kills with one blow, does good deeds without leaving a name, and rides such a cool motorcycle?

"Is there such a person in Gushi? There are no such strong people in the army, right?"

"Ah...ah!!...No." Another man, who was blind in one eye, was quickly taking out medicine and applying it on his eye while screaming, revealing a strange, somewhat depressed smile: "If there was, why would we come here?

"By the way, let's take a look at the battle records to see who intervened..."

A moment later, two voices suddenly raised their voices in unison: "Nie Weiyang?!"

The next second, a voice became even more terrified: "Don't get excited! Your eyeballs will fall out!!!"

……

Beneath the pure blue hung a few thin clouds, stretched thin by the wind. The vast fields had recently been burned, their lush green hues faded to a decadent black and gray.

Slender, immature trees silently pointed toward the sky, their leafless tops undulating like frozen waves in the sunlight. In the distance, the approaching forest of buildings, surrounded by stone watchtowers and low walls, was dotted with occasional trees, their leaves already dyed in shades of orange and fiery red, like clusters of burning flames.

In any case, the wind in the city is weaker than in the wilderness, and the temperature is higher than in the wilderness, so the leaves of plants naturally shed more slowly and appear more vibrant.

Nie Weiyang was always thinking about the cult in the Artists' Market, the religious street next door and the Returning Sect. He even went over Li Mingzhe's description of the "strange sacrifice of bleeding from the arm" in his mind several times, trying to find a corresponding option from the common rituals of the Returning Sect, but to no avail.

He quickly approached the city center, and the crowds around him gradually increased. When he arrived not far from the gate of the not-so-high city wall, he saw a long line of people, and there seemed to be someone in front checking something.

Lucky Lottery's car gradually slowed down, but even so, people from all directions turned to look at him, their eyes filled with curiosity, malice, vigilance, greed...

Nie Weiyang frowned. He didn't even look at those people. He just let go of the handlebars of the motorcycle and stared at the team at the gate from a distance.

This is the main urban area of ​​Gushi, which includes the early major districts such as Zhengyang District, Wannan District, and Xinyin District. In other places, there are also some scattered settlements that are also under the jurisdiction of Gushi.

but……

Today's inspection was so tight? This shouldn't be the case.

Because more than one person said that it didn't feel real. Although there were intentional factors, we are also trying to adjust the description method, trying to put the main and supporting characters into the scene, story, life, and cause and effect (

ps: There should be at least one more update today

I'm working hard

Of course if I didn't

That's me in the writer's assistant (revival version tomorrow)

Chapter 90: Inside the City

The city gate was very noisy and the queue was very long. It was roughly estimated that there were more than 200 people in front of Nie Weiyang, all wearing ordinary cloth clothes that were almost the same. They looked like the practice works of the city's tailors.

He had no intention of wasting time on queuing, so he just got off the car, put away the lucky ticket, and walked quickly through the crowd to the city gate.

As expected, the city gate was completely blocked. There were a few wooden houses standing in a forest. People entered one by one and took a long time to come out. The efficiency was not very high. This was unreasonable. In such an environment, maintaining high efficiency as much as possible has become the instinct of most people. Whether it is work, doing good or doing evil, efficiency is life.

A middle-aged man, holding a homemade megaphone, kept repeating the same thing: "Everyone, cooperate. Ah, we've found out that there are people infected with zombie parasites in the city. Ah, our doctors must conduct careful examinations. Ah, for the safety of everyone's, ah, lives and property, ah, right..."

This habit was so obsessive that after listening to it twice, Nie Weiyang could only think "Ah." He couldn't help but look twice at the man who was talking on the loudspeaker.

Good, the guy is almost asleep himself.

Nie Weiyang walked past the other party, nodded politely to the people he had cut in line with, and then showed his personal profile interface and the certificate that Xiang Feng had given him earlier to the person who registered his information.

"Hello," he said, "I'm Nie Weiyang, and I'm here to..."

The registration officer was a young woman with long-haired cat ears. She had been furiously writing something, but when she saw the documents being handed to her, she looked up. Then, seeing the interface and hearing the name, her eyes suddenly lit up. "Nie?!" She paused, then lowered her voice cautiously. "...Nie Weiyang? Is that...that Nie Weiyang?"

"..." Nie Weiyang was amused by her: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be 'that Nie Weiyang'. I need to meet with the highest official administrative and military manager of Gu City, please..."

"I'll go report it right away! Wait a moment! Someone will register you for me!" The clerk jumped up from the table, her soft, thick, long-haired tail raised high. Her eyes were bright. She took the certificate from Nie Weiyang's hand, turned around and ran quickly towards the city, her ponytail and tail bouncing together.

This is apparently a messenger profession.

There are many messengers or similar professions in the new world, most of whom are women. They have almost replaced the communication system, and their work scope also overlaps with that of clerks.

Nie Weiyang couldn't help but think of Langcheng and Yunni. The day he saved her was the first time since his rebirth that he realized he still had to fight for others.

So, Yunni, the messenger, did indeed "deliver" something to him.

A moment later, a woman in her thirties walked out of the wooden house next door. She sat down helplessly at the wooden table and picked up a charcoal stick wrapped in a piece of rag on the table - that was their pen.

"Name: Nie Weiyang, Gender: Male, Occupation: Paladin... Oh, it's a hidden class..." The woman muttered, quickly copying down some personal information, pausing at the section for bloodline. "Excuse me, Mr. Nie, what is your bloodline?"

"..." Nie Weiyang was silent for a moment. He could sense that at least a hundred people were staring at him from all directions. The noisy chatter had died down, waiting for his answer.

Bloodline... It was impossible for him to admit in public that he was a vampire.

Well, he had to find a disguise name—the prototype of this bloodline had to be black and white, or at least a combination of light and dark colors…

Did he really want to say he was a giant panda? No, that wasn't possible. A panda's eyes weren't red, so he couldn't wear sunglasses his whole life.

Nie Weiyang was silent for a moment, then lowered his head, his short black and white hair a little disheveled. He had just washed the dirt and blood off his body by the river, so his hair was still relatively clean.

His white hair is concentrated on both sides of his temples and on the left side of his forehead, but there is also a small tuft on the right side...

A... fake bloodline...

……

"Night heron, a kind of bird."

Nie Weiyang said in a deep voice, even pointing to his sunglasses: "My eyes are red, which is scary, so I wear sunglasses."

The technique of covering up a lie with a true statement always worked so well. When the other person got close, one could even vaguely see a hint of scarlet glow through the sunglasses.