Urban Demon Slayer

When he mentioned Sun Youcai, Zhou Weiguo's face was filled with a warm smile, but Wang Qianchen still felt desolate from it.

A demon-slayer who is over sixty years old is gradually forgotten by his family. The only people who can remember him are his comrades who have carried guns together. However, due to the special nature of their profession, they cannot meet each other and can only keep in touch through the Internet or phone calls.

"It's nothing, this is the fate of us demon-slayers!" Zhou Weiguo smiled, put away his wallet, and then said loudly: "Wang Qianchen, you performed very well, you can graduate from me, and you will start looking for Solanum nigrum tomorrow. Learn how to shoot!"

Wang Qianchen was stunned for a moment, then said tall and straight: "Yes!"

…

Now that we know Wang Qianchen's name, it won't be difficult to find him.

Outside the gate of the abandoned factory, Wuwei people peeked in furtively.

I saw an old man and a young man talking inside. One exuded the aura of the stone realm, and the other exuded the aura of the earth realm.

"Damn it, didn't you say sand realm? Why is it earth realm?

Fortunately, I am at the pinnacle of the Earth Realm, so it is not difficult to deal with that Wang Qianchen! But the old man in Shijing next to him is a little troublesome. Is there any way to move him away? Wuweiren muttered, thinking about ideas in his mind.

Soon, he had an idea and quickly left the abandoned factory.

…

In the courtyard.

After announcing that Wang Qianchen could graduate, Zhou Weiguo also smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Xiaochen, you are really great... I am really optimistic about you, maybe you are really the one who can resurrect Captain Zhao! "

"Well, I also hope that I can resurrect Captain Zhao!" Wang Qianchen also smiled.

The two of them were chatting and walking towards the outside of the factory. The setting sun cast a long shadow behind them.

After going out, the two of them each drove a car and drove towards Zhezhe's car wash shop.

"Master, can I tell you something..." Mr. Honglou's voice suddenly sounded weakly in the car.

"Say it!" Wang Qianchen replied.

"I still have a few books in my rental house. I

I want to take it back...but don't worry, I'll wait until you fall asleep to watch it! "Mr. Honglou promised firmly.

"It's okay. As long as there is nothing wrong, you can read it even if we don't sleep." Wang Qianchen knew that Mr. Honglou's biggest hobby was reading, and the more he read, the stronger he became, which was also beneficial to himself, so he naturally agreed to his request.

"Thank you, master! Thank you, master! I wish you longevity and prosperity!" Mr. Honglou said excitedly.

"Flattery..." Ban Zhuan said "poof".

"Why, do you want the master to die young at birth and then have no luck in his life?" After a whole day of getting along, Mr. Honglou has discovered that Ban Zhuan's status with Wang Qianchen is not very high, and he is even often insulted and beaten by Wang Qianchen. , I suddenly felt a lot more confident, and now I at least dared to talk back.

"Hey, I didn't say that. Don't be so stupid and wrongly accuse me. I hope the master lives for ten thousand years..." Ban Zhuan was anxious, but it was okay for him to say a few swear words. It was just about fighting.

I really can’t say enough about Mr. Red Mansion.

Wang Qianchen just smiled and ignored the two demons.

…

Half an hour later.

Under the instructions of Mr. Honglou, Wang Qianchen walked around an old building and finally came to the basement where he had rented before.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Qianchen was stunned. In the room of only twenty square meters, the entire four walls were covered with books, all kinds of books!

"You...how many books do you call this?" Wang Qianchen was stunned.

"It's really not much. Compared to this world, my book collection is far from enough..."

With a "whoosh" sound, a white light flashed, and "A Dream of Red Mansions" transformed into a human being, wandering in front of each bookshelf, caressing the books tenderly, and even kissed and touched them, as if these books were his lovers.

"Bah, bah, bah, sour scholar, so disgusting!" The bricks also flew out and wandered around the room.

Wang Qianchen suddenly remembered something and asked directly: "By the way, A Zhuan, when will you be able to cultivate into human form?"

“…

…I don’t know either, I’m just a brick, I can’t cultivate that fast. "Ban Zhuan sighed softly, and then gritted his teeth and said: "But when I become an adult, I will definitely be more handsome than that boy! "

Mr. Honglou was still caressing the books and did not hear Ban Brick's provocation.

"Okay, just pick a few books and go!" Wang Qianchen urged.

"...No, Master, every book here is my lifelong love, and I can't put down any of them!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Honglou immediately turned around with a pale face.

"Fuck, with so many books, do you want to tire the master to death?" Ban Zhuan cursed again.

"I don't mean that..." Mr. Honglou looked gloomy: "But I really can't bear to give them up..."

Wang Qianchen also fell into deep thought, thinking that if he really couldn't call a lorry, these books could be hauled in one cart.

"Master, I have a good idea!" Banzhuan laughed "Hehehe": "There is a Qiankun bag over there at Old Gou Zhou. It can hold a lot of things. You can come over here!"

(End of chapter)