Fist of Imagination

Liang De pulled out a blue electric drill from his arms and approached cautiously like an agent who was sneaking into an enemy base with a gun.

In the confidential file storage room, the magical girl mission record storage area, three or four empty tissue boxes were thrown on the ground casually, and the boxes were surrounded by wet and wrinkled paper balls.

A familiar smell of cigarettes, a familiar Polo shirt, a familiar Rolex, and a familiar old face.

That's right, who else could enter the confidential file storage room without the staff of the archives department noticing, and who else could cry in the evil disaster bureau in the middle of the night without anyone paying attention to him.

Huang Chuanchao was holding a snowflake carved from pink crystal in his cigarette hand, and kept wiping his tears with a tissue. On the table next to him were a 2L sharing bottle of red Coke and a large bucket of popcorn, as well as a blue and white porcelain ashtray that was almost full.

"Lao Liang, are you here for a second look today?"

Liang De put away the electric drill for renovation and said:

"Brother Huang, you are still not asleep so late, you are too dedicated.

You are the pillar of Xiangbei Bureau, you should pay more attention to your health."

"It's okay, my secretary sleeps for me, and I sleep at least eight hours a day."

Huang Chuanchao took out a tissue and blew his nose, wiped his hands and pulled out a chair for Liang De.

"Can you let your secretary sleep for you?"

"With a little bloodline ability, you can let others eat, drink, defecate, sleep, get sick, etc. It's a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."

He threw the cigarette box to Liang De, pointed to the dozen pink crystal snowflakes on the table, and said:

"These are all the magical girl mission records I selected, a collection of classic sadomasochism in the past 20 years. You can start with the ones on the left for your second viewing, step by step, sad and crying, come to me if you don't cry."

"No, no, Huang, I'm fragile, I can only watch happy endings when watching dramas, I can't do what you like."

"There are sweet ones too, I'll bring them all to you, sweet to the point of sadness, no money if they're not sweet, wait a minute."

Huang Chuanchao was about to get up, Liang De hurriedly explained:

"Brother Huang, I'm here to check the relevant information of the polluter. Let's look at the records another day."

"Oh, you are here to find Zhao Yuhan's information."

Liang De was stunned for a moment and said:

"Yes, Brother Huang, are you also paying attention to her?"

Huang Chuanchao put the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and said:

"She is the only polluter in Xiangbei.

It is not easy for ordinary people who have experienced major evil god disasters and been infected by the power of evil gods to survive. There are only a dozen in the country.

Don't look for it. The relevant information in the archives department has been modified by someone. I will tell you the whole story."

Huang Chuanchao has been in charge of the Xiangbei Evil Disaster Bureau for many years for the Thunder True Sect. He knows everything about the Xiangbei Bureau and doesn't care about anything.

As long as Xiangbei City is not razed to the ground and the citizens of Xiangbei are not wiped out, his performance evaluation at Qinggeng Peak in Thunder Cliff will pass.

A disaster was covered up by the bureau for four or five years. In order to deal with the tragedy of tampering with confidential files in response to the supervision and inspection, he told Liang De lightly as gossip.

"... At that time, the economy was in a downturn, and 20 to 30 million people were laid off nationwide. Several old factories in Xiangbei were out of business. People were panicked, evil thoughts were rampant, and many people committed suicide because they could not survive.

In those two years, evil gods appeared one after another. There were not so many investors who were deceived into the market, and the difficulty of summoning was several times lower than usual.

At that time, more than a dozen evil god sects jointly set up sacrifices at the primary school affiliated to Xiangbei No. 1 Middle School, preparing for Halloween."

"Halloween?"

"You also know that the concept of gods in 415 is quite broad. The five sacrifices of heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, ancestral temples, and the five sacrifices can all be called gods.

Once the number of evil gods increases, it is easy to Homogeneity, duplication of attributes, and similarities.

Although the dozen or so sects worship different evil gods, their core doctrines are all the same. They all believe that the White Sun will descend to the world and cleanse the world, so they have united in a mess and prepared to sacrifice blood to the attached primary school and hold a feast of multiple evil gods. "

"Did they succeed?"

"Almost.

The core of the sacrifice array was set up in the classroom of Zhao Yuhan's class. Their class was both the first batch of living sacrifices and hostages.

The deputy director in charge of the magic girl unit at that time was named Zhou. He immediately ordered the magic girls present to use their magic to counterattack, regardless of those people The life and death of the people directly detonated the core of the Halloween Festival, so as to prevent the evil god from being summoned successfully. Then no one in the entire district would survive.

The summoning ceremony was almost completed, and only the senior tuner could counter it. Other magical girls could not help.

As a result, when he gave the order, the two first-level tuners at the festival refused to cooperate.

Lao Zhou himself was also a first-level tuner, and he rushed in alone in a fit of anger.

You also know the other two first-level tuners, Xiaoli and Xiaoyu. The two of them followed Lao Zhou and rushed in, and had a bloody battle with the evil god believers who were waiting inside.

Lao Zhou is also an outsider He was a weak and sissy man. He commanded the ruthless through the door, but when he saw the hostages inside the door, he hesitated and couldn't use his means. Three people almost died inside.

In the end, it was Xiao Yu who was decisive and found an opportunity to use magic to reverse and detonate the core of the sacrificial array, saving the lives of Lao Zhou and Xiao Li. "

"Then...what about those hostages?"

"They are all dead. The sacrificial array was broken and the evil power was overflowing. How could ordinary people withstand it? Only Zhao Yuhan survived because of her magic physique, but she was also infected by the evil power and became a polluter.

It would be fine if she didn't come into contact with deep magic in the future. Once she did, she would be the best springboard for those evil gods to appear in the world.

The Xiangbei Bureau secretly sent a special person to keep an eye on her, and the guardian also knew about it. The problem was not big. Without receiving advanced magic education, she would not be able to touch the deeper levels. "

After listening to this, Liang De pointed at the ceiling and said:

"The world is in such chaos in 415, don't the higher-ups care about it?"

The operation and management of the world governed by Thunder Bluff is basically the responsibility of the Thunder True Sect, and members of the other three sects have very little participation, so Liang De is not aware of the specific management of the 415 world.

Huang Chuanchao smiled and said:

"What's wrong with this? I don't care about this, will the higher ups care?

The creation of gods by evil thoughts and good thoughts is one of the core laws of the 415 world. The great power of Qing Jie controls destiny on behalf of heaven. After all, it is only on behalf of heaven, not yet heaven. The four executive officers only took charge of some peripheral powers in 415. I can’t touch the core things and I don’t want to touch them.

The worlds are the biological sons of Kukai and Kaihara. If they really go against the world and touch the core rules, the world may adjust itself and restart the universe, and then the losses will be even greater. This is not the case before.

Lao Liang, do you want to help her?

That's easy. You preach the Thunder Gospel and ask her to worship Tai Fengxianzhang. As long as she believes in the evil sect, what hairy god without eyes would dare to provoke her? "

Liang De shook his head, "Brother Huang, I understand, I'll think about it again."

…

At the Xiangbei branch of Yingxuetang Bookstore, Zhao Yuhan was worried about how to improve his magic power and cultural achievements as soon as possible, and was sorting the books on the shelf.

Suddenly, a black single book fell from above and hit her on the head.

""The Method of Improving the Inner Demon", author...Zhu Yuanzhi?"

Zhao Yuhan picked up the book and whispered the words on the cover.

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