I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

The matter was suppressed. The councillor was still a councillor, and the old Taoist was still an old Taoist, but his figure was a little more hunched.

"There are always some things that cannot be solved by force."

The old Taoist Changqing said to Chen Luo. He seemed to have forgotten the advice he had given Chen Luo to "enter the world", and Chen Luo had also forgotten the past world of cultivation. The two were just master and apprentice, struggling to survive in this chaotic world.

"That's because force is not enough."

Chen Luo did not agree with this statement, and he did not think he did anything wrong. If it happens again, he will still step on that guy's head.

"There is a limit to human power."

The old Taoist sighed and did not persuade him again.

Chen Luo stood up and saluted the old Taoist, then turned and left Qingyang Palace.

He didn't know what price the old Taoist paid, but it must not have been easy. The councillor's power was beyond imagination. From the state of the cultist before his death, it can be seen how many evil things he had done before. Such a crazy person can still get away with it outside, which shows the power of the councillor.

Chen Luo broke this line.

He trampled on the so-called unspoken rules, not because he was strong, but because he had the support of Lao Dao behind him.

It was raining outside.

Chen Luo, who walked out of Qingyang Palace, saw a black business car, and the people inside seemed to be waiting for him. Seeing him come out, the bodyguard next to him quickly opened the door and opened the black umbrella, and a middle-aged man with a kind face got out of the car.

"I also want to thank Captain Chen for helping us eradicate the evil in Rongcheng. I have been busy with work these years and neglected to discipline my children, which led to him committing such a big crime. I, as a father, have a great responsibility."

Councillor Du Jiang.

Compared with the dead cultists, this person is the real trouble.

This kind of dog that doesn't bite is the most terrible.

He spoke to Chen Luo with an apologetic look, and at the same time raised his right hand and tried to shake hands with Chen Luo.

Chen Luo opened the umbrella and passed by him, wiping his body, without looking at him more from beginning to end. He has made up his mind to find an opportunity to kill this person tonight.

Waiting for the enemy to make a move has never been his habit.

Kill the person first, then accuse him of the crime afterwards and make it an ironclad case!

He didn't believe that the congressman in front of him was clean, as his son's arrogant attitude showed. This guy must have used his power to save people when he committed crimes before, otherwise the cultist would not be so "confident" when facing official personnel.

"Member, the man is gone."

The secretary next to him reminded carefully.

Looking at the white gloves soaked by the rain, the smile on the face of Congressman Du Jiang was restrained a little. He looked up at the Qingyang Palace in front of him, and then looked back at Chen Luo who disappeared in the rain, and said with emotion.

"Young people are full of energy."

After saying that, he bent down and returned to the car, and the people next to him quickly put away their umbrellas and got in the car.

Many people are destined not to be together from the beginning, just like Du Jiang and Qingyang Palace. He hates these people who have extraordinary powers because he himself does not have them. This time, the old Taoist Changqing made a move, and he suffered a loss. He must get back at this place. But not now. Now is the cusp of the storm. He is the party in the wrong, so he naturally has to lower his posture.

People are forgetful and the easiest to fool.

When the storm is over, he will guide this young Taoist priest of Qingyang Palace a little bit, and he will immediately become a "privileged person" that everyone wants to beat.

The black car drove into the long street and gradually merged with the rain.

Night.

Chen Luo, who changed his clothes, appeared outside the villa of the Du family.

This can't cultivate immortality. The spiritual power on Chen Luo's body was brought in by the external brain with special means. The strength of the initial stage of Qi Refining made him unable to use many methods. In comparison, the eighth-level fantasy martial arts is more practical.

He has thought of everything.

Make it a burglary murder case.

With his current strength, killing Du Jiang's family will definitely not leave any traces, even if there is surveillance, he will not be found. When Huanwu has been cultivated to the eighth level, it already has some attributes of a cultivator, not to mention that Chen Luo himself is a cultivator and can perfectly use this power to the limit.

"Is this your method?"

Just as Chen Luo was about to climb over the wall to enter the room, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.

He was startled and his right hand subconsciously reached behind him.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, his five fingers seemed to grab on an iron plate, and the recoil force made his palm numb.

"It's me."

The voice sounded again, and Chen Luo could see the appearance of the person behind him clearly. It turned out to be the old Taoist Changqing. This old Taoist didn't know what kind of strength he had, but he appeared behind him silently. You know, Chen Luo was spreading his consciousness throughout the whole process. Not to mention people, even if ants crawled under his feet, he could sense it.

"This world is more complicated than you think. Councillor Du is only a member on the surface. If you kill him, there will be others behind him, even the higher-ranking councillors. What are you going to do then? Kill them all the way?"

"As cultivators, we should move forward courageously. Thinking too much will make us timid and unable to achieve great things. This is inferior."

Chen Luo was unshakable.

He had decided to kill this councillor, and no one could save him.

As for the enemies behind him, he would naturally deal with them himself.

"Have you decided?"

"I decided at the beginning." Chen Luo nodded.

The old Taoist priest sighed when he heard this and let go of Chen Luo's hand. He looked up at the sky. Wisps of black air spread down the sky, and the invasion of nightmares intensified. The rate of erosion has increased since the last time a crack opened.

"The world of calamity..."

The old Taoist murmured to himself, the look on his face getting heavier, and his life had entered a countdown.

The long night was silent.

When the sun rose again, the entire villa was stained with blood. Everyone in the house, including the two big black dogs raised by the congressman, were killed by Chen Luo, not even the passing ants were spared. By the time the relevant departments reacted, Chen Luo and Changqing Lao Dao had already returned to Qingyang Palace.

A major case like the murder of a congressman quickly alarmed the higher-ups.

Countless eyes gathered, and Chen Luo, as the biggest suspect, was immediately called to the door. However, due to his special status and the protection of Chang Qing Lao Dao, the relevant departments only went through the process and released him.

In the following days, the congressman's incriminating evidence was suddenly exposed.

Cult, surrender to the enemy, sacrifice to nightmare

When pieces of incriminating evidence were exposed, everyone's attention was diverted. The crowd was excited for a while, and everyone was denounced by the dead congressman. All kinds of hidden conflicts were ignited to their peak. But these are just appearances. People who are hiding behind the scenes all know the character of Chen Luo and this 'just man'.

"The current situation requires this kind of person! Find a way to promote him and make him a sharp sword in our hands."

Outside the barrier, an old man slapped Chen Luo's photo.

"Old Du is dead, killed by a stupid young man."

"Can't this idiot die later? If he dies at this time, what will happen to the sacrifices! Next month is the sacrifice ceremony. If God is not happy, the dream will turn into a nightmare!"

"Let Lao Sun be responsible! No matter what, the sacrifice must not be cut off."

"That stupid young man also needs to be dealt with. Old Man Li wants to train this kid to become a sword, so let's break his sword first."

In the darkness, a group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly sat at the edge of a long table. Everyone could only see their outlines.

This is a dream party.

The reason why cultists are difficult to catch is because their gatherings are in dreams.

This group of people who have taken refuge in the nightmare have abilities that ordinary people do not have. They call this ability 'miraculous'.

The death of Congressman Du Jiang is just the beginning, and the subsequent impact is the most troublesome. This is why Chang Qing Lao Dao did not recommend that Chen Luo kill Du Jiang directly. The enemies on the surface are not worth fearing. The real trouble is the people hiding in the dark, because you don't know what kind of skin they are wearing during the day.

They may be idols on TV, politicians who speak righteously, or they may be relatives and friends around you.

Chen Luo is still in the night affairs bureau.

After getting the answer for Councilor Du's family, he was naturally promoted and became the director of the Rongcheng District Night Affairs Bureau. Chang Qing Laodao played a lot of role here. He felt that his time was running out, so he used his connections to help pave the way for Chen Luo.

After being promoted, Chen Luo became even busier.

There are endless cultists to catch every day, and these people are like cockroaches, killing them endlessly.

Fast forward another five years.

Thirty-year-old Chen Luo has some vicissitudes of life on his face, and some beard on his chin. Years of killing have given him a temperament that ordinary people don't have. When ordinary people see him, they will subconsciously think... fear.

"Married? I know, it will definitely arrive next month."

Chen Luo sat on a chair and received a long-lost call from Bai Xiaochuan.

After not contacting each other for many years, the two of them sounded a lot unfamiliar.

Unlike Chen Luo, Bai Xiaochuan returned to his hometown after graduation. Under the arrangement of his family, he practiced locally for two years. Finally, he naturally returned to the family group and inherited the family business. Now he is considered successful and somewhat famous in the local area. The same goes for other students. Some went to big cities to work hard, and some returned to their hometowns to marry and have children. They were obviously from the same generation, but they lived like several generations.

The same goes for Chen Luo in the eyes of others.

A classmate who is engaged in politics holds a high position at a young age. Except for Bai Xiaochuan, other classmates basically didn't contact him very much. Firstly, the relationship was not very close in the first place, and secondly, because of the difference in status.

Everyone has a scale in their heart, and this scale will make them subconsciously alienate people who are far different from them.

The strong will be lonely and the weak will be helpless.

Because they don't fit in with others.

"Captain, what should we do with this person? Director Wang specifically said hello. What he meant was, "It was not until Chen Luo finished the call that Ao Ye, who had been waiting for a long time, dared to come over and report. He had a document in his hand. , with the signature of the municipal bureau leader.

"killed."

Chen Luo glanced at the photo on the file and threw the thing away.

He caught this person with his own hands. He was a true cultist. When he arrived at the scene, this madman had just sacrificed a family, even the children. If it wasn't for the purpose of digging out the upline behind him, Chen Luo would have twisted his head off long ago.

"Kill again?"

Ao Ye was stunned for a while, feeling that his future was gloomy.

Since he followed Chen Luo, he didn't know how many people he had offended. He had not received a promotion or salary increase in the past six months, and the chance of being assassinated had increased a lot. (End of chapter)