This time I chose Paladin

Old Zhang seemed to mutter something, but did not continue the conversation. He simply said, "It seems you guys here aren't reliable either."

This sentence made everyone turn their attention.

"What do you mean unreliable? This... Mr. Zhang?" The long-haired man seemed to have just seen Old Zhang. He swayed over and looked at Old Zhang critically. His eyes lit up: "Oh... You look as charming as if your wife had died."

Lao Zhang: “…………”

Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at the long-haired man: He really knows how to talk.

Old Zhang had a blank expression on his face. His eyes, hidden behind his bangs and glasses, were icy cold, with a faint scarlet glow emanating from beneath his dark brown irises.

"My wife just died." He said coldly, with a dialect accent.

But this down-to-earth accent did not make the man look any more harmless. A chill spread from him, almost making one's bones start screaming.

It was a chill that scraped at the bones and ripped the heart apart, making every breath feel like a blade piercing the chest. Everyone in the room's eyes widened instantly, a strong sense of alertness rising from them. Their bodies stiffened, their brains constantly sounding the alarm, but they couldn't find a perfect way to escape.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, our eldest brother is just not very good at speaking..."

Sister Yan smiled sweetly, walked over quickly, and reached out to hold Lao Zhang's arm. Lao Zhang didn't even look at her, but just moved aside.

"This idiot said there was something relaxing, so here I am," he said coldly. "I've seen a lot of things, and I believe I've seen a lot of them."

Li Mingzhe kept his head down, no one noticed his pupils suddenly shaking: No, he never said that! How did Nie Weiyang know that!

"Who do you think believes in football!" A young man jumped out of the crowd and shouted bravely.

Old Zhang gave him a cold look.

The boy was silent for a moment, then bravely retreated back into the crowd.

"Okay, take out the stuff," Lao Zhang said coldly, "or I'm leaving. I don't want to see this finger-cutting thing."

If anyone else said this, it would seem they were afraid or avoiding conflict. But when Lao Zhang said it with such an attitude, the people in the room just thought he was too lazy to watch, because he would probably just kill them straight away...

If they didn't try to connect with such a powerful person, they would despise themselves.

And this kind of person, who is already covered in blood and murderous aura only four months after the end of the world, cannot possibly be an official. Maybe before the end of the world, he was a wanted criminal.

"Wait a moment." Sister Yan smiled sweetly and closed the wooden door that she had been too lazy to close.

This gesture seemed to signal something, and everyone in the room smiled. Even Li Mingzhe couldn't help but twitch his lips. A strange anticipation arose, floating chaotically in the air, wandering and flowing...

"Let me make this clear first, Mr. Zhang," Sister Yan chuckled, her plump body gently leaning against Old Zhang, but not against him. "We do have some good things, but what can you give?"

"Good stuff, what is it?" Lao Zhang asked back.

"This is it."

A bright red flower suddenly appeared on Sister Yan's tender, slender fingertips, a flower of sin.

"We call it 'Dream Crossing'." She chuckled, leaned close to Old Zhang's ear, and whispered softly, her breath sweet as orchid: "Mr. Zhang..."

Her voice paused. A steady stream of blood flowed from her mouth, a bloody smell gushing out. She spat out a mouthful of blood, "Wow!", spraying it all over Lao Zhang. Her blank eyes began to lose focus as she watched the rough hand slowly retreat. She could feel a strange pulling sensation—

No knife.

No weapons.

That hand is a weapon.

And now, it holds... a heart.

A mysterious and strange pulling sensation, a terrifying pulling sensation, was right there in her heart. Arteries and veins screamed, cried, and begged together—

"Do not……"

'puff'.

The heart was shattered and crushed into a pulp. Blood splattered like a horror movie, and the plump, soft body fell to the ground. The others in the room didn't even react.

The man slowly stood up, and took off the wig from his head with the hand holding the flower. It was a posture ready for battle, calm and hard.

The passage of time seemed to have stopped at this moment. It was like a nightmare, an endless nightmare...

"It's true," he said.

The sound of heavy vehicles advancing could be heard from all directions.

The man who appeared in the nightmare smiled.

"I thought it would take a few more rounds of searching... to return to the sect," said Nie Weiyang.

Rebirth is good. Rebirth is really good.

This kind of pleasant thing can only happen in the early stages. If it were twenty years later, after fighting countless rounds with normal people, how could the work and hiding of the returning sect be so rough?

"Sister Yan!!!" A young man roared and leaped out of the crowd. He lunged at Nie Weiyang, his knuckles gleaming with sharp gleams, a true thug. He probably wasn't much of an artist, but rather a bodyguard.

Nie Weiyang took a step sideways. He just put on his light armor again and was too lazy to even pick up his weapon. He even shook the blood off his hands first.

The blood, like the blood that splashed on his body and face, strangely flowed down his skin without being absorbed even a little bit.

Then he raised his hand, grabbed the boy's throat accurately, and hit him with his tiger's mouth!

‘Click! ’

A teeth-grinding sound was heard, and the boy's throat was broken.

Weakness destruction!

Nie Weiyang had always been kind to minors, even better than to others. But at this moment, his attack was more brutal than anything else.

Even though he hadn't originally intended to do so...

The killing also began with a young life.

……

'addiction'.

Many people don’t realize how scary this word is.

Addiction to any substance can have devastating consequences for a person, including physical dependence, weakened immunity, withdrawal symptoms, mood disorders, decreased cognitive function, risk of mental illness, loss of productivity, criminal tendencies, and the list goes on.

Among these, drug addiction is particularly terrifying.

It was so terrifying that Nie Weiyang made the decision long ago when he personally ended the life of the piece of "rotten meat" hanging on the wall.

——If you see anyone selling this thing, kill him or her until no one dares to sell it.

I guess this must be an endless job.

But Nie Weiyang has already found too many things to do with no end in sight, so this one won’t make any difference!

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the wooden door.

The person outside the door waited patiently for a long time before seeing the door open.

The first thing that came out was a strong smell of blood, followed by the scent of other bodily fluids flowing from the shattered human torso. A tall man stood behind the door with his head bowed, eyes closed, removing the camouflage from his face. His short, black and white hair draped across his forehead, his slightly pale face still calm, almost cold.

A piece of flesh had been dug out of his upper arm, the only damage the enemy had inflicted on him. Not long ago, it was so deep that the bone was visible, but now it had recovered a little, and it was visibly about to heal completely.

Soon, he cleaned his face roughly and put on his sunglasses again.

"Give this to Mr. Liang Zhenduan." Nie Weiyang said, handing a book to the person in front of him.

This is a small book, about the size of two ordinary people's hands placed side by side, about 5 cm thick, with an ink-black cover, branded with a twisted dark green pentagram, and a few incomprehensible runes printed below. The spine and corners are brass-edged, and the lock is also made of brass.

At this moment, blood was dripping from the book, and the pentagram stimulated by the blood was emitting a faint green light as if breathing.

"Be careful, it cannot be put into the backpack. Also, don't touch this pentagram." Nie Weiyang instructed, and he even put a shield on the other party.

Of course, this book cannot be put into the backpack. It has been tampered with by the technology of the Sky-crossing Demon - the things in the backpack cannot be taken out. If someone dies while carrying it, and the person is gone but the things are still in the backpack, wouldn't it be a loss to return to the sect?

Xu Rui, shielded by his shield, cautiously took the book. Spotlights swept across the courtyard, over them and the doorway behind them. All the rooms were illuminated, and teams of soldiers rushed in, quickly entering and exiting each room to prevent any suspects from using the backpack function to hide any evidence.

The commander of this team stood in a car at the rear and nodded to Nie Weiyang from a distance.

Xu Rui turned around and glanced at Nie Weiyang again. The wound had completely healed.

He was silent for a moment, saluted Nie Weiyang, turned around and quickly left the Artist Market.

Nie Weiyang didn't stay long. He casually introduced the situation in the room to the people who came up the stairs, then adjusted his sunglasses and walked down the stairs quickly.

It was not a pleasant night.

People... are always greedy and willing to inflict the greatest malice on their fellow men.

For example, Nie Weiyang was very clear about one thing: the appearance of sacrifice was just a disguise. The flesh and blood submitted by these believers of the Return Sect who did not know what they believed in were actually going to the Dream Flower Field of the Return Sect.

Take the flesh and blood of ordinary people to grow the flowers of sin.

In the previous life, the Return Sect did this for twenty years. Because the seeds were left, these dream flowers specially cultivated by demonic magic were difficult to eradicate no matter what.

And the first blooming and fruiting of that flower field is not far away.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Return Sect is so anxious to collect sacrifices...

Nie Weiyang walked in the darkness, with quiet music playing in his headphones. In his hands, he held a black stone token inlaid with a Netherworld crystal, and a long silver necklace, which was a prop that another believer in the room was trying to use as a magical weapon.

He was about to leave the city, find a place to pitch his beloved little tent, and then slowly figure out how to eliminate the Zhongzhou faction of the Return Sect. But as he was walking, he suddenly heard a call from behind.

"Mr. Nie! Mr. Nie!"

Nie Weiyang raised his eyebrows and turned to look. Xu Rui came running over at an astonishing speed. He stopped beside Nie Weiyang, took a breath, and said quickly:

"We found some leftovers in the dog bowl. Perhaps you could help track them down..."

"……Um?"

Nie Weiyang frowned.

——Where can the "leftovers" in Gushi come from now?

Great success every day!

Chapter 102 If the Lightning Fails to Defeat You

"rice?"

"It's rice. And some vegetables, which look like wild vegetables. Oh, and some cooked meat... huh?"

"What is this, raw sausage?"

"No, this is a finger that was hit by a blunt object."