Lord of the Night

Fang Che quietly blended into the crowd at one end of the long street.

The spiritual consciousness is fully and carefully sensed.

The golden horned dragon is also carefully screening.

But nothing was found.

If the other party didn't commit the crime, it would be almost impossible to find him.

Even the magical effects of the ancient evil energy on his body and spiritual bodies like the golden-horned dragon are helpless. In this regard, Fang Che could only rely on his own eyes.

The faces and bodies of the onlookers were quietly observed one by one.

There were several key words going back and forth in his mind.

According to the news from the people guarding the main hall and Yinshen Palace.

The children of this wave of aristocratic families have a common characteristic.

young.

This range is much smaller.

Children of aristocratic families don't dress the same as ordinary people. This is the second feature.

The third thing is that they are all away from home, so their demeanor must be different from the children of the local aristocratic families.

And then there is the fourth thing. No matter how these people pretend to be, they cannot change their attitude of treating human life as nothing. Moreover, when facing people from ordinary families, the arrogance of these 'Solipsistic Orthodox Headquarters families' is different from that kind of attitude. Condescension that comes out unintentionally cannot be changed.

Then there are other characteristics of martial arts training, as well as the evil spirit and murderous aura that occasionally show up when one is not paying attention.

Then there are the characteristics of practicing certain special magic skills, such as some pupils have abnormalities, some nails are black, some faces are dull...

These are things that everyone who guards the hall must memorize, but it is useless to memorize them. You also need a pair of sharp eyes.

Some of them were very familiar to me, but they couldn't recognize them until the devils from the Demon Cult killed them... some of them were!

And it's the vast majority.

Fang Che looked like he was watching the fun and was a little scared, and he hid quietly in the crowd.

Observe everyone.

Finally, two people caught his attention.

These two people were well-dressed, young, handsome, tall and tall, carrying small bags on their backs, and had strong hands and feet. They were warriors.

Fang Che approached quietly.

These two people were hiding in the crowd, looking at the scene with fear on their faces.

Fang Che then moved closer with a look of fear on his face.

"Whose family does the dead one belong to?"

Fang Che had fear on his face, but his voice was low and he asked in a familiar tone.

"The head is gone...who knows whose family it belongs to."

One of them subconsciously said, suddenly reacting: "Who are you?"

Fang Che said calmly: "I am from the Si family!"

Now, Fang Che already knows that the Si family is a big family.

So naturally, there was that arrogant expression on his face. He looked down at the two of them and said, "Where are you two?"

"What about us? Who are you?"

The two looked wary.

In private, they were using Five Spirit Gu to communicate: "Did the Si family also send people to participate? With the strength of the Si family, do they actually need to send people to participate in this?"

"I don't know...but the surname Si is not common."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "Since I recognize you all, there's no need to act."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

These two people are very vigilant.

Fang Che laughed: "I'm quite cautious, okay, okay, then you two continue watching."

He nodded and turned away without any hesitation.

He quickly left the crowd and headed into the distance. His steps were very fast, and he was dozens of feet away in an instant, and he was about to turn around the corner.

The two young men looked at each other, both a little confused.

This matter...

But seeing that the opponent was almost gone, he hurriedly chased after him.

How did you recognize us? This is strange.

Are the people in the Si family really so awesome?

"Brother, brother, stay."

But Fang Che just turned around, smiled, waved, and turned into another road.

Seeing this, the two of them quickened their pace and followed.

It seems true.

More cautious than us.

Fang Che was walking gracefully on the road, only to hear the clothes flying behind him, and the two of them chased after him: "Brother..."

Finally, he turned around and stopped, with a look of helplessness on his face: "You said that we both need to hide our identities, so why don't we just say goodbye? You still have to chase me..."

The two of them looked apologetic: "It's my fault, I just thought too much, haha, brother Si, don't take offense."

"It's normal to overthink."

As Fang Che walked forward, he whispered: It has only been a while, and several people have already died. There is no harm in being cautious. "

The two of them quickly followed his footsteps and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Brother Si, my younger brother Lu Zijia, may I ask which room of the Si family this brother belongs to?"

Fang Che said calmly: "It's embarrassing enough to participate in this under the name of the Si family. It's better for the two brothers not to ask questions."

The two laughed and showed understanding.

Fang Che sighed and said, "Let's find a place to talk. Those three unlucky guys are probably sick, otherwise they wouldn't be killed so quickly. This is a place of right and wrong."

"good!"

The two of them had this intention.

So the three of them took one step at a time and turned back three times. They were afraid, curious, and talking about each other and walked away...

After a while.

Fang Che turned into a ghost and ran as fast as a shadow.

He was holding a bag in his hand.

The dripping blood...

finally.

"Tang Zheng! Go and record your merits for me!"

Fang Che came to the vicinity of the guard hall and naturally returned to his original appearance. He was very excited: "Two more, the bodies are over there... let them examine them."

"..."

Tang Zheng was stunned.

Why are you acting like selling cabbage?

Do it all at once?

As soon as he left the house, he went back with the two heads to record his achievements. The people from the Meritorious Service Department immediately came out and went to the place mentioned by Fang Che to verify.

Zhao Ying'er was walking in tiredly from outside. When she saw Fang Che, she suddenly burst into a sweet smile.

"Why did you come back so quickly?"

Zhao Yinger asked.

"I killed someone and came back to report my merits." Fang Che said with a smile.

"..." Zhao Ying'er suddenly became a little nervous: "You're not injured, are you?"

"How is that possible?" Fang Che smiled: "How can these devil cubs hurt me?"

"You have to be careful."

Zhao Ying'er said worriedly, then lowered her voice and said, "Our hall has lost four people today."

Fang Che sighed and said: "This is just the beginning. Those devils who can't calm down will take action frequently, and these people are actually giving us benefits. As for those who are calm-minded, they will calm down. Wait. The first few days are the time when we really compete.”

"Yes." Zhao Yinger said with a sad look on her face: "Once they take root here, it will be even harder to find them. But they can still destroy it at any time..."

At this moment, someone hurriedly came to report: "The Baiyunzhou Inn has settled in foreigners, and the information has begun to be compiled."

Suddenly many people went to help.

Fang Che didn't go over.

He applied for the reference room.

"Let me take a look at where the branches of the major demon sects that were destroyed before are located."

…

afternoon.

Fang Che wandered around the street again. Sometimes when he felt a little sure, he would approach him mysteriously.

"…Which one is it from?"

I was called crazy eight times in one afternoon.

There are two more young men in front carrying luggage...

Fang Che then leaned over very naturally, as usual, in a calm and condescending tone.

He whispered to the two young men: "...Which family are they from?"

The two young men on the other side looked at each other, and both smiled interestingly: "Fang is the school beauty from Baiyun Martial Arts Academy. Nice to meet you."

Fang Che hid his face and walked away.

I met my fifth grade senior...

This is so embarrassing.

…

After searching several times, I finally gave up on this method that had tasted sweetness.

Perhaps among the dozen or so groups of people I found, there are people who believe in solipsism, and there may not be only one group.

But the problem is that they disguise themselves well and don’t reveal any flaws.

There was nothing Fang Che could do.

So I started practicing the Five Spirit Gu again: You can't even distinguish between yourself and others! What's the use of you!

Five Spirit Gu has accepted its fate.

It even slowly started to be regarded as a training method. As soon as Fang Che started practicing, the Five Spirit Gu actually started to cooperate...

…

"Another day has passed."

afternoon.

Behind Fang Che's seat in the deacon hall, Ren Chang shook his gray beard and let out a long sigh of relief.

And I don't have to be on duty tonight.

This old deacon named Ren Chang always said this when he was on duty every day: "Another day has passed."

But, those were normal times.

The tone of my voice that says this every day is full of relief. After get off work, you can rest, drink, and enjoy life.

But these days when I say this, my tone is completely different.

Full of a tone of survival after disaster.

It gives people a feeling of joy of "living one more day".

He stood up, walked out easily, and greeted people.

When he walked to Fang Che, he laughed and said, "Deacon Fang, why don't you show off?"

"Leave now."

"Then let's go."

Ren Changyou is over sixty years old. It is said that when he was practicing martial arts, he became obsessed with martial arts. He never rushed to the commander level and stayed at the ninth level of general level.

Although he is a warrior, over the years, when his mentality was finally smoothed by reality, his hair had already turned gray.

Cultivation didn't seem to work on him.

Some of his peers, who are highly cultivated, even look like they are in their twenties now.

Ren Chang is the oldest-looking person in the entire deacon hall.

Fang Che smiled and secretly calculated his achievements.

Well, I added another five hundred.

Originally four thousand nine, now there are five thousand four hundred meritorious deeds!

It's okay.

He stood up and walked out with Ren Chang.

The remaining deacons on duty tonight all cast envious glances. For them, it would be fine if nothing happens this night. Once something happens, it will be a matter of life and death!

Walking outside the door, the two cherished each other and parted ways.

Ren Chang squinted his eyes, looked at Fang Che's back, smiled, and said, "Deacon Fang."

Fang Che turned around: "Senior Ren?"

Ren Chang smiled and said softly: "The flowers are blooming, so don't leave any regrets."

Fang Che was silent for a moment: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."

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