General: Start The Demon King, Get The Editing System

In the hospital, officials are cleaning up the scene in an orderly manner.

Lin Beihai and Xu Jianlou were also carried to the ambulance.

"Hard work."

Li Chengzhi's gaze fixed on the two and said heavily.

"Fortunately, it is not insulting."

The corners of the two grinned and their grins were stiff.

They all knew very well that the career of the Ghost Hunter Division was over.

The bones in Lin Beihai's left arm were completely shattered, and he was no longer able to fight the ghosts.

Xu Jianlou's legs will be treated by a medical profession, but even if he can stand up, it will be impossible to exercise at high intensity in the future.

After this incident, the two will become civilian staff of the Ghost Hunting Division.

9 to 5, with five insurances and one housing fund, not bad.

"That's right."

Li Chengzhi's gaze swept around for three or four times, and finally he asked, "What about that Ultraman boy?" He

sent people to look for a long time, but he found no trace of the summer breeze.

"Gone."

Thinking of Xia Feng's appearance before leaving, Xu Jianlou was a little crying and laughing.

"Gone?"

Li Chengzhi was a little suffocated.

The biggest gain from this hospital incident is this good seedling, and he actually let him run?

The people next to him also sighed.

Xia Feng's stunning knife still echoed in his mind.

But they won't be difficult, after all, this kind of thing depends on fate.

Li Chengzhi swept around the hospital, and finally fixed his gaze on the construction building that had turned into ruins in the distance.

"This battle, it's really hard for you, it's so fierce that it destroyed a building, rest assured, I will report this matter, there is no bullshit problem of destroying buildings."

Hearing this, the expressions of the two became a little strange.

"That, Deputy Director."

Xu Jianlou whispered.

"What's the problem?"

Li Chengzhi also thought that the two were afraid that the hospital would be held responsible when the time came, and gave the two a reassuring look.

"It's not that we are afraid of taking responsibility, but this building really has nothing to do with us."

Xu Jianlou said weakly.

"Oh?" Li Chengzhi was a little surprised: "Isn't that a ghost curse, who can do this level?" "

The two: .

Li Chengzhi was slightly stunned, and only then reacted: "It's not a ghost who did it, could it be that the boy?"

Xu Jianlou and Lin Beihai nodded silently.

For a moment, the air fell into a brief silence.

Then, his breathing became thicker and his eyes became redder.

"Where is that kid now, Lao Tzu will tie him back too!"

He shouted urgently.

"He seems to be a little prejudiced against us."

Lin Beihai actually wanted to laugh for some reason.

As we all know, the Ghost Hunter Division is an organization that does not love strongmen.

Li Chengzhi only felt that his heart was a little blocked.

Every year, each city selects good local seedlings to go to the headquarters for training.

Their new city has not been a genius for seven or eight years.

I didn't expect to find one, but I didn't want to join the Ghost Hunting Division.

Am I easy!

No, even if you show this old face, you have to get this teenager in.

"Hmph, if such a good seedling goes astray and joins those evil organizations, Lao Tzu can't close his eyes when he dies."

Li Chengzhi snorted coldly, and after making a decision, he asked firmly: "By the way, do you have his information?" "

Since this kid thinks that the Ghost Hunter Division is terrible, come little by little and slowly try to influence him.

"Uh..." Xu Jianlou wiped the sweat on his forehead: "He gave me an address, and said that I should take care of the business more." "

......

The depression in the air of the second hospital

was almost breathless, and the blood on the wall skin had coagulated black.

The awakened people of the Ghost Hunting Division stood in the center, expressionless.

Death is the first assessment to join the Ghost Hunting Division.

Every year, teammates lose their lives.

Therefore, they have long ceased to see their comrades crying when they are sacrificed, nor will they say anything angrily to destroy a hundred ghosts.

Just standing quietly in front of the heroic spirit, you may sit for a day and a night, like a monument.

Li Chengzhi's lips trembled slightly, and he felt that his throat was difficult to say several times:

"The hospital... Hold on! This

sentence is giving them an explanation.

Not far away, Old Tang was still frozen on his angry and resolute expression before he died.

Only, there seems to be an extra smile.

"Lizheng!"

All members, uniform and solemn.

"Salute!"

Everyone clasped their fists, put them in their hearts, and offered the highest etiquette.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

Outside the window, children are crying and old people are laughing.

Some people are praising American homes, lamenting the wandering between life and death.

Some people are reporting safety to their families and crying bitterly.

Others are celebrating the joy of the aftermath.

Inside the window, some people looked sad, and others looked more determined, and decided to go down with the faith of their comrades.

No matter where you go, even if there is mud and thorns ahead, you will not hesitate to step down.

Just for, the years outside the window are quiet.

They gave their lives to two gods,

honorable and courageous.

......

Funeral Society

"It hurts, it hurts,

woo-woo~" "Can it be lighter~" The

summer breeze's cry echoed in the room.

"Give me normal!"

Zhao Xiyu patted him on the shoulder fiercely.

"Ah, murder of your husband, you bad woman!"

The summer wind let out a pig cry and lay the corpse on the bed.

Zhao Xiyu did not speak, peeled off the summer wind and opened his clothes, his fingertips trembled.

The scars that seemed to burn almost covered the entire back.

Some of the skin had been burned black, and it was terrifying.

"You..."

her voice trembled a little.

It is hard to imagine that the summer breeze, which has been so badly injured, can hold out until now.

Zhao Xiyu took a deep breath, softened his strength, and gently rubbed Xia Feng's back.

This is the side effect of the same soul, and the body has been seriously overdrawn.

Although his recovery ability is amazing, he will never use this skill again in a short time.

The system said that the load on the body after the use of the same body and one soul will become stronger and stronger with use.

Just with his current physique, if he wants to use the second Fellow One Soul, he may explode instantly as soon as he touches the sledgehammer.

"Are you okay?"

Zhao Xiyu saw that the summer wind was not moving, and asked hurriedly.

She should have known a long time ago.

In this battle, Xia Feng's strength completely subverted the impression in her heart.

Especially holding your own ghost weapon at the end.

Xia Feng's body trembled, and he turned his head slightly.

Under anxiety, Zhao Xiyu sat on the bed in a duck sitting position, thighs together, calves facing each other, the smooth skin appeared longer legs firmer.

"Well, if you use your feet, it probably doesn't hurt so much."

Xia Feng pressed quietly.

With feet?

Zhao Xiyu was slightly stunned, looked at his jade-like toes, and a blush appeared on his face.

"Paint it yourself!"

She angrily threw down the ointment and ran out of the room.

Looking at Zhao Xiyu, who was running away in a hurry, Xia Feng rightfully rolled his eyes.

What's wrong with your feet, it's called stepping on the back, a regular project!

In fact, the burns on the back have begun to heal as early as when they return.

Xia Feng couldn't tell why his recovery ability was so powerful, which may be related to the profession of the undertaker.

This situation began after awakening the profession, and every morning looking at his Black Dragon Gun, he would be a little troubled.

After feeling that the body is almost recovered.

Xia Feng clicked on the system panel to check the rewards of this mission.