Life Hunter

Xu Changren looked at the lucky student with doubts on his face, thinking that you were in the Shangshan Mountain area when I was in the blessing team. When I entered the Shenming Sect, you joined the blessing team. When did we become old friends?

Xu Changren said politely: "I have met a good gentleman."

The lucky man raised his neck, raised his chin, and said, "What, you joined the night guard? What's your job?"

Xu Changren said: "I mainly practice fortune-telling. The identity of Night Guard is just a virtual one. I work as an idle treasurer in the warehouse."

Upon hearing this, the lucky student looked at Xu Changren carefully, his eyes fell on the lucky silverbait bag on his waist, and his expression changed slightly.

That belongs to Mr. Big.

"It's just a ninth-grade man with a silver bag of luck. It's different when he has a backer. You can go." Good Luck's business was waning, so he waved his hand and left slowly.

Xu Changren looked at the back of the lucky student and shook his head.

He walked into the Night Guard warehouse and carefully recorded the weapons in the warehouse according to Han Anbo's order.

A batch of ordnance was to be eliminated today, and Han Anbo asked him to bury it by himself.

Xu Changren looked at the bundles of slightly old but obviously usable spears, his eyes moved, he took a deep breath, and slowly put them into his lucky silverbait bag.

In the evening, he came to the small courtyard on the edge of the town.

Twelve people have gathered inside.

"Look what I brought..." Xu Changren suppressed his excited voice and entered the courtyard.

In the distance, a black crow turned its head slightly, its eyes flashed, and recorded everything.

Crow watched from afar as Xu Changren and others learned military formations, spear skills, and then practiced spears.

It wasn't until midnight that the thirteen people dispersed.

The crow croaked softly, fluttered its wings, flew high into the upper mountainous area, and landed in the mayor's mansion.

In the mayor's study, a poisonous demon puppet with white eyes stood at the door.

After writing the book, the mayor Zhang Wentian reached out and stroked the crow's head. In his eyes, the scene that the crow saw quickly flashed through his eyes.

He held the crow in his right hand, raised it slightly, and the crow flew away.

He thought for a long time and called Mr. Fu.

"Do you know Xu Changren?"

"When my senior brother was Mr. Fu, my disciples were responsible for investigating everyone. My subordinates know this Xu Changren very well."

"Tell me more about it."

"This man brought his family in... Later, his daughter was spotted by Madam Thirty-Two and planned to train her into a maid, but the young master met her one day... and then she died... Not long after, Fuwu Appeared, Xu Changren's mother died inside... The mist of fortune was very light, not many people died, but some people got lucky many times... Xu Changren believed that it was the two young masters of the Xue family who did it. According to common sense, he did not Wrong guess... Later, he appeared to be working hard in the Yingfu Team, but occasionally chatted with dirty beggars..."

After Mr. Fu finished telling the story, the mayor said: "These days, I found that he is collecting night guards or broken weapons from the past, gathering some people, and training..."

After listening to Zhang Wentian's explanation, Mr. Fu smiled and said: "I'm afraid this matter has nothing to do with the Night Guard. The Night Guard has strong horses and strong horses, so there is no need to train those deceitful losers. What's more, his disobedience has long since It was there before the Night Guard came. The most likely reason is that Xu Changren learned fortune-telling and thought he had a backer, so he wanted to do something. To say that some people of that level resisted going up to the mountainous area is simply wishful thinking, but it disgusts us. It's possible. Therefore, I think Xu Changren wants to build his own power, and at a critical moment, he can cause trouble in the lower district and become a small leader of his own."

Zhang Wentian shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with Night Guard, it has nothing to do with it. It's impossible for Ye Sizheng not to know this. Either he doesn't care, or he also wants to watch a good show and see what Xu Changren can do." Do something. However, you are right about one thing. This kind of petty quarrel will not become a big deal. What we need to care about is the fifth devil, Ye Han and the King of Chu, and the rest are not worth mentioning. "

"The fifth demon should be from the Sand Demon Sect. There are other demons. If the Bewitching Demon is allowed to come, there will be some trouble. It is said that the Bewitching Demon is the best at acting according to the situation. He is quite strategic and there is not much insidiousness in the Demon Sect. See."

Zhang Wentian said: "There have been many problems in the town recently, so you should pay more attention."

"Master, please rest assured, my disciple will handle it properly."

"Just keep an eye on the matter between Xu Changren and the dirty beggar, unless there is a big move... Well, even if there is a big move, you can suppress it by yourself. As long as they don't cross the line, there is no need for me to offend the night guard for them." Zhang Wen The way of heaven.

"Master, after the fifth devil is solved, the Night Guard and King Chu..." Mr. Fu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhang Wentian said: "The other ones want to let the Night Guard and the King of Chu fight each other, and we will deal with the endgame. However, the Night Guard is always a hidden danger. After solving the problem of sending the demons to the Five Sons, we can free up our hands."

"Okay, disciple, prepare first."

Mr. Fu left the mayor's mansion, walked a few steps, looked back at the door, concealed the envy in his eyes, and returned to his residence.

The next day, Mr. Fu got up early.

When I walked outside the town government office in Xiashan District, I heard a lot of cursing inside. When I walked in, I saw more than ten people making a fuss, waving swords and fighting each other.

The rest of the people gathered around the edge, cheering and cheering.

"Presumptuous!" Mr. Fu roared angrily, and his anger exploded in the yard with the sound.

The dozen or so people suddenly trembled, put away their swords, and looked at Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu squinted his eyes and said, "Very good. As soon as I took office, you guys started fighting in the Yamen. Drag all the people who come here, reward them with forty sticks each, and throw them into prison to wait for my interrogation!"

The other officers swarmed in, tied up the dozen or so people, and sent them to the backyard to build a plank.

Mr. Fu walked a few more steps, and the prison guard ran over in a panic and said, "Sir, it's not good. The prisoners inside are so crazy that some of them banged their heads against the wall, causing it to collapse." A wall."

"Don't let people worry!" Mr. Fu scolded and rushed to the prison. He maimed a few leaders on the spot, shocked the others, and then walked to the study.

Before he could enter the study, several servants ran in and said loudly: "Mr. Qi Zhenfu, more than a hundred people besieged Zhang's Medical Center and demanded compensation from Zhang's Medical Center. There are also people who fished in troubled waters and said that their family members died in Zhang's Medical Center. In my hands, it’s like fart, if the town is going to die, every family will die, they don’t have any family.”

Mr. Fu rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. He vaguely felt that there were too many things today and he was going to be bored to death by these nonsense.

"Let's go, come with me and have a look. Don't make a big fuss."

Mr. Fu walked quickly.

In the land of Fu Town, in addition to the dense river water and rat warriors, there are also wisps of faint black mist, which slowly pours into all parts of Fu Town and gradually enters the bodies of some people.

Wisps of black mist traveled underground, passed over the streets and houses, and entered an ordinary residence.

In this residence, a young man wearing a brocade robe and casual clothes is using life materials to refine the situation.

"Oh, it's useless again..."

Li Qingxian casually threw aside the situation block in the shape of a white building in his hand.

Bang...

The piece flew over the courtyard wall and landed in the neighboring courtyard.

The courtyard is filled with dense piles of stone blocks, a thick layer that is as high as waist high.

Li Qingxian recalled the failure and absorbed the experience. Suddenly he frowned and vaguely felt that his demon power was affected. After a closer look, he couldn't find out why, so he continued to refine the momentum block.