Listening to Yuan Shi Tianzun's solemn tone, Guan Ya and Wei Yuanzhou simultaneously looked at Baihu Wansui. "Illegal and undisciplined things..." Baihu Wansui's face immediately showed some embarrassment, and he stammered, "Why are you suddenly asking this? I, well, I sometimes take advantage of my position to make some extra money on the side, you know, the organization gives so little money, although it's not a small amount, but to buy an apartment in Jinghai City, I'd have to save for at least five years to pay the down payment." But I only earn a little extra, only a few hundred thousand. I know my limits. Besides, everyone does it..."
Wei Yuanzhou on the side coughed and said displeasedly:
"That's you. I've never made money on the side. Don't blame your mistakes on the environment and society. As long as you hold onto your original intention, no matter how much filth, it can't erode your will."
Baihu Wansui immediately felt ashamed:
"Brother Wei, I definitely can't compare to you. You're famous in our branch for being upright, but look, you don't go along with everyone else, so you're being ostracized. You're still just an executive." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Guan Ya, who nodded slightly.
It definitely wouldn't be something like making money on the side, but when it comes to violating laws and regulations, Baihu Wansui only mentioned making quick money, and he's physically weak with a terrible mental state. If he's lying, he definitely can't hide it from Guan Ya... Zhang Yuanqing's brow gradually furrowed. Guan Ya said:
"You should rest well. We'll be guarding you in the hospital these few days. If the assassin who targeted you dares to come, we'll take him down for you."
After speaking, she saw Zhang Yuanqing hunched over, silently walking out of the ward. "Where are you going?" Guan Ya asked. "I'm going to the restroom!" Zhang Yuanqing replied.
Going to the restroom to flush his descendants down the toilet, damn it, he must find a way to get a prop to suppress his desires in the future... Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart. ~~ 10 p.m., Wuhen Hotel.
Two electric scooters drove over the bumpy road, turned a corner, and headed towards the hotel, finally stopping at the entrance.
Kou Beiyue, wearing a takeaway uniform, opened the takeaway box, took out a large stack of food boxes, and led his underling, marching into the hotel with their heads held high.
"Xiao Yuan, I brought you late-night snacks. Sigh, two people delivering takeaways earn money so fast!" Kou Beiyue put the food on the front desk and said smugly. The chubby boy took off his helmet, diligently unwrapping the packages and expressing his doubts:
"Two people delivering takeaways definitely earn more than one person, but Boss, there are many ways to make money. Why are we delivering takeaways?" Kou Beiyue said matter-of-factly, "Because we don't know anything else."
The chubby boy opened his mouth, but found himself speechless, and could only silently unpack the bags, placing the food boxes out one by one.
After a few seconds, he expressed his doubts again:
"That's not right. If you want to make money, it's not that simple. Boss, you're a Saint now. You can completely sell the Extraordinary-stage props and become a millionaire, isn't that simple?"
Before Kou Beiyue could answer, Xiao Yuan said indifferently,
"Extraordinary-stage props, if we no longer use them, we will donate them to Extraordinary The Way of the Extraordinary within the organization to improve their ability to deal with danger to ensure their survival rate."
The chubby boy suddenly understood.
He knew that Master Wuhen had a loosely organized group. Usually, they were scattered everywhere. Only when the Master gave lectures would everyone gather at Wuhen Hotel. At this time, the sound of an elevator ding came from the depths of the hotel, and then, an old man with a bitter face and wrinkled face came out of the hotel.
He wore a pair of wrinkled old leather shoes, a cheap T-shirt costing a few dollars, and equally cheap black trousers. The old man's skin was dark and shiny, covered with wrinkles, like an old farmer working hard in the fields, or a short-term worker working hard on a construction site. You could easily see the vicissitudes of life ravaged on his face. Uncle Zhang
Kou Beiyue showed a look of surprise when he saw the old man, and said, "Why are you here? I just bought late-night snacks. Let's eat together."
The old man with a bitter face shook his head slightly, "I'm looking for Master Wuhen to solve my doubts. I have something to do, so I won't eat." After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Kou Beiyue and asked, "I heard from Xiao Yuan that your sister's case has been closed?" Kou Beiyue nodded vigorously:
"I have no more obsessions. I will concentrate on practicing with Master Wuhen. By the way, it was that The Way of the Extraordinary who helped me overturn the case. Uncle Zhang, do you know him?"
"That kid is a talent. I have to admit that he is a little stronger than me. He is very friendly to people like us. I'll introduce you to him someday."
Hearing this, a sincere smile finally appeared on that weathered face: "That's good, that's good. Beiyue, you are lucky..."
He didn't seem to be good at words, repeating words like lucky and that's good, and then the conversation died down, and he awkwardly and woodenly turned his gaze to the chubby boy. Kou Beiyue quickly introduced:
"He is our new member, a good minister chooses a master to kill for, he is my underling... Uncle Zhang is a senior member of our organization and has a very good personality."
It could be seen that Kou Beiyue liked this kind and gentle elder very much.
An honest and kind farmer, a little dull, a little stupid, not good at words, not good at socializing. This was the chubby boy's first impression of Uncle Zhang. He bowed respectfully and said, "Uncle Zhang!" A trace of helplessness flashed across the old man's slightly wooden face. Kou Beiyue said:
"Uncle Zhang, I heard from Xiao Yuan that you were injured by the people from the authorities a while ago. Who did it? Is it serious? I am a Saint now. I can take my underling to avenge you."
Uncle Zhang was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "It's not a big deal. Beiyue, Xiao Yuan, I'm going back first." He also nodded at the chubby boy. Kou Beiyue said, "Take care." After Uncle Zhang walked out of the hotel, Kou Beiyue said to the chubby boy:
"Uncle Zhang is actually old enough to be my grandfather, but everyone calls him Uncle Zhang, so I call him that too. You just follow me.
"He has a bit of a stuffy personality, but he has a good heart and is very willing to help younger generations. If you need any help in the future, you can ask Uncle Zhang, but Uncle Zhang doesn't come to Wuhen Hotel very often, so you usually don't see him. Alas, I didn't buy many late-night snacks. It's good that Uncle Zhang left, otherwise there wouldn't be enough to eat."
Self-employed with a good heart. If someone else said that, the chubby boy would scoff, but after these few days of understanding, he knew that this was a self-redemption organization.
Xiao Yuan stared at the old man's retreating figure, her brows furrowed slightly. Jinghai City People's Hospital.
In the lounge outside the special care ward, Zhang Yuanqing sat in a high-backed chair, with an empty lunch box and a can of beer on the table.
"Captain Wei, how long have you been promoted to Saint? Why haven't you been promoted to executive?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of iced cola and looked at the man opposite him.
The entire floor of the special care ward has been cleared. Ordinary patients have been transferred to other wards. Official The Way of the Extraordinary have been arranged to guard the corridors and elevator entrances.
Guan Ya, who has the power of insight, has taken over the hospital's monitoring room, and Little Green Tea is in the next ward, using props to monitor the surrounding movements.
Waiting for the murderer to arrive, everyone will attack him together.
Wei Yuanzhou turned a can of beer in his hand, smiled, "To be promoted to executive, you have to earn three or more C-level merits, or one B-level. Everyone says that B-level merits are exchanged for life, and A-level merits can only be obtained by elders. You are a genius, you don't understand the hardships of ordinary The Way of the Extraordinary.
"No, no, no, my merits are also exchanged for life." Zhang Yuanqing retorted, and said with emotion: "I thought you were like Baihu Wansui said, not going along with the crowd, so you were ostracized."
Wei Yuanzhou said sternly:
"Holding onto principles is the bottom line. I am indeed not very sociable, but I can't be considered ostracized. As long as you focus on your work, the organization will always notice you, it just takes time."
"I was superficial, I'll punish myself with a drink." Zhang Yuanqing raised his can of cola.
He admired this gentle and cautious Deity of Plague very much, and was thinking about whether to poach him to Songhai. Although he didn't have enough merits, he wouldn't be able to be an executive in Songhai, but he could recommend him to Fu Qingyang and let Wei Yuanzhou serve as the patrol captain.
Because the patrol team chases after wanted criminals, it is more suitable for accumulating merits. When enough merits are accumulated in the future, Wei Yuanzhou can return to Jinghai City to serve as an executive. It is still very difficult to serve as an executive in Songhai. As a municipality directly under the central government, Songhai usually has level 5 or level 6 Saints serving as executives. There are not many level 4s.
Wei Yuanzhou smiled and raised his beer can, taking a sip. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Captain Wei, have you considered..."
Suddenly, Xie Lingxi's urgent voice came from the headset:
"Brother The Way of the Extraordinary, I heard the colleagues patrolling the corridor fell to the ground. There was a brief fight. Their heartbeats are still there, they are not dead, just unconscious."
The attacker really came! When did he sneak into the hospital? Why didn't Guan Ya warn him? There are no surveillance cameras in the corridor, so he chose to clear the enemies in the corridor first... Zhang Yuanqing stood up suddenly.
Wei Yuanzhou across the table also put down his beer can, his face grave. He was also wearing a headset and heard what Xie Lingxi said. Zhang Yuanqing pressed his headset and said:
"Did you hear the attacker's footsteps? What direction are they in?"
Xie Lingxi's scream came: "He's coming, he's coming to our floor... um~" The sound in the headset stopped abruptly, replaced by Little Green Tea's delicate moans.
The next second, Zhang Yuanqing and Wei Yuanzhou at the round table felt their legs go weak, their heads dizzy, and a strong sense of fatigue and sleepiness surged through their bodies. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of the The Way of the Extraordinary in the corridor falling to the ground. Wei Yuanzhou quickly took out a tender green leaf from his item bar, held it in his mouth, and said in a deep voice:
"It's a colorless and odorless paralyzing gas. The source should be the ventilation ducts or the central air conditioning. The toxicity is not strong, but it will seriously weaken our combat power..."
He immediately judged the attacker's methods based on the situation of his colleagues.
The more concentrated the toxicity of the Gu poison, the stronger the smell, and it will be immediately detected. The attacker is very smart. He used the hospital's ventilation system to cut the flesh with a blunt knife, gradually paralyzing the official The Way of the Extraordinary in the building. Zhang Yuanqing said with a heh, "I guessed it."
What tactics would a Spiritist who is good at using poison use in a situation where there are more enemies than allies? When the patrol team discussed it in private, Li Chunfeng's guess was: use the ventilation ducts to deliver poisonous gas.
Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing arranged for Little Fool and the Ghost Bride to guard the central air conditioning and ventilation ducts, and gave each of the official The Way of the Extraordinary on duty a detoxifying pill refined by the Wood Fairy. Unexpectedly, they were still hit.
Zhang Yuanqing estimated that before the Spiritist acted, he held a grand prayer to add a buff to his actions.
He calmly summoned the Mountain God Scepter, held this very expensive but extremely powerful prop in his hand, and activated the prop's super strength function.
In an instant, a powerful force surged from the scepter, flowing into his limbs, and the weakness of his muscles instantly dissipated.
Zhang Yuanqing carried the Mountain God Scepter out of the lounge and saw a man in a black coat, hunched over, wearing a mask, rushing towards the special care ward in the brightly lit corridor. "D笃!"
He planted the Mountain God Scepter at his feet, and a green ripple spread out. The potted plants placed around the corridor came to life, grew rapidly, and extended tendrils to entangle the charging enemy.
The enemy, cloaked and hunched over, was exceptionally agile, dodging and jumping to avoid the tendrils. Finally, he jumped up and stepped on the wall to escape the whipping of a tendril, arriving right in front of Zhang Yuanqing.
Under the black clothes, a hand with a steel arm guard protruded, the palm like a large rodent's claw, the nails sharp. "呼!"
The claws brushed through the air, making a clear whistling sound, easily tearing apart the young man holding the scepter. But this was just a phantom.
The hunched Spiritist was stunned for a moment. Then, he leaned his body to the left, his back pressed against the wall, as if he was dodging something.
"砰"
The floor tiles where he was originally were shattered into pieces. The young man holding the scepter appeared.
Missing the target with one strike, Zhang Yuanqing immediately kicked out, showing super flexibility. His toes hit the Spiritist's chin with a pop. At the same time, he saw half of the Spiritist's face, rat-like black and shiny eyes, white hair at the temples, and deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He was very old.
The Spiritist's body suddenly collapsed, dodging again. 冬!
Zhang Yuanqing's viper-like kick left a deep pit in the wall. He unhesitatingly used Star Escape, his body turning into a dreamlike star official, just dodging the Spiritist's claw sweeping towards his ankle.
Zhang Yuanqing's figure appeared a dozen meters away, his face pale, and worm-like objects bulged under his skin, crawling slowly. He was poisoned and invaded by insect eggs.
The air was full of poisonous gas and dust-like insect eggs, entering the human body through breathing. "Cough, cough..."
The Spiritist suddenly coughed violently, feeling tightness in his chest, discomfort in his throat, and difficulty breathing. His forehead also burned up.
He was sick, and bacteria were attacking his immune system, causing various discomforts. This was because Wei Yuanzhou in the lounge released the bacteria.
At this time, a door in the corridor was violently kicked open, and a red-haired girl rushed out, without saying a word, igniting a violent flame in her petite body, like a meteor, slamming into the Spiritist.
The Spiritist, whose body was in an uncomfortable state, was about to cross his arms, trying to block the meteor strike.
However, a ghostly shadow wearing a bright red wedding dress, holding a baby in her arms, silently appeared behind the Spiritist and completed possession. "轰!"
The meteor hit the Spiritist's chest head-on, knocking him away, spraying blood and blackening his chest. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing, with the Night Wanderer's powerful vitality, suppressed the Gu worms and Gu poison, held the Mountain God Scepter in his left hand, summoned the Bloodthirsty Blade in his right hand, and chased after the possessed Spiritist at a faster speed. The sharp willow blade °噗" pierced into the enemy's chest.
But Zhang Yuanqing knew that such an attack was not enough to be fatal to a Spiritist with strong vitality. He calmly drew his knife and slashed at the other's neck, intending to complete the decapitation.
The heavily wounded Spiritist, after landing heavily, seemed to have become less agile, awkwardly swiping a few times, unable to make an effective avoidance. Because Little Fool had exchanged his agility.
Dealing with a level 4 Spiritist, especially with more people than enemies, he didn't need to use all his props, nor did he need to use skills such as Howling Moon or Divine Travel.
Just then, there was a loud bang, and the French window in the ward next to Zhang Yuanqing shattered.
A black shadow broke through the French window, swept through the ward in an instant, rushed into the corridor, and knocked Zhang Yuanqing away.
This figure was too fast, so fast that he didn't even react. In a hurry, he could only roll and use Night Wander to hide his figure. But the black shadow did not chase after him, but grabbed the Spiritist's shoulder, carried him into the ward, and flew away from the broken French window.
Zhang Yuanqing's eyes chased after the opponent, and in the sound of helicopter propeller-like flapping, he saw the sexy bee abdomen with black and yellow stripes, and saw a familiar and unfamiliar back. Xiao Yuan. He was stunned.
ps: Flying Fish was drunk by me and vomited for half an hour. Little Dragon only knows how to admit defeat. Two wastes. And I coded a chapter after drinking. Sleep, sleep...