Eight Noble Province, Nanming City.

In a certain old residential area, the night was deep, and the old-fashioned streetlights cast an amber glow.

For a border city with a poorly developed economy and poor public security, the night had little to offer. Low income, few places with nightlife, and unsafe to go out at night.

Women who go out late at night are easily held up at gunpoint, while men don't have this concern, but their kidneys might be harvested.

The residential area was quiet, and the residents had gone to bed early.

Suddenly, a stray cat in the residential area let out a sharp cry, breaking the silence of the night.

In a simple rented house in a certain building, the Human Wanderer suddenly woke up. He quickly got up, turned on the light, and walked barefoot to the window. He cautiously pulled open a slit in the curtain, surveying the quiet night scene of the residential area.

There was no one in the residential area, and the greenery was quietly bathed in the glow of the streetlights.

But the Human Wanderer knew that uninvited guests had arrived in the residential area, and a large group of them.

The cat was his informant, implanted with a hostile emotion of "screaming uneasily when seeing a large number of strangers." Animals and plants are often overlooked, but they are the best guards.

At this moment, the stray cat stopped meowing, and the residential area returned to silence.

Standing behind the curtain, the Human Wanderer's pupils shrank slightly. If a group of strangers entering the residential area might be a coincidence, the wild cat's stopping to meow confirmed the group's identity: official The Way of the Extraordinary.

Manipulating animals is a specialty of Wood Spirits. A group of official The Way of the Extraordinary have entered the residential area.

The Human Wanderer made a decisive decision, activating his Dream Walk skill, making his eyes appear deep and profound,

causing strange and bizarre dreams to appear before his eyes.

Regardless of whether this group of official The Way of the Extraordinary were coming for him, it was best to leave first.

It wasn't that he was overly sensitive, but after Zhao Xintong's incident, and with team member information being leaked, caution was necessary. Evil professions that aren't cautious enough often don't live to become Saints.

Moreover, Xiaoyuan had notified them in the group a few days ago that Master Wuhen had entered seclusion.

Team members should continue to lie low, and if they have difficulties, they should still seek help from Yuan Shi Tianzun, but everyone is scattered all over the country, and even if Yuan Shi Tianzun is a demigod, he can't be there at a moment's notice.

The Human Wanderer casually selected a dream and was about to leap into it when he suddenly heard a cold snort in his ear.

The next moment, all the dreams floating in his vision were annihilated.

And the Human Wanderer's body, which had just begun to blur, returned to reality.

The dream was blocked. Someone had prevented him from using Dream Walk. The only ones who could do this were Dream Manipulators at the peak of Level Six or Nihilators. Were they from the South Faction, not the official side?

Had the South Faction found him? Impossible, he had clearly changed his residence, and hadn't even been living in this residential area for a week...

The Human Wanderer's heart trembled, and he immediately used Mental Manipulation, targeting the ordinary people in the entire residential building.

He planned to create chaos in the city and then use a Illusionist's disguise ability to blend into the crowd and escape.

However, in his mental perception, all the living people in the entire building had lost their emotions, like soulless walking corpses.

His ability had been blocked. It was the South Faction; they knew best how to deal with Illusionists.

The Human Wanderer suddenly coughed, coughing until his face was red, his eyes were bloodshot, the temperature on his forehead rose rapidly, and his limbs were weak.

He was sick.

It was a plague! Leave here, leave here immediately! The Human Wanderer's panic and fear exploded, overwhelming his reason.

Illusionists like him specialize in trickery and deceit. Once they're located and surrounded, they've already lost half the battle. What's more, his abilities were being blocked by experts from the South Faction.

He quickly took out a rattan armor and put it on, smashed the window, and jumped from the seventh floor.

Amidst the splashing shards of glass, he leaped from the seventh floor into the bushes, with a "thump" and a "rustle."

It seemed as if they had been waiting for this moment. The surrounding bushes grew wildly, like tight thorns, imprisoning the Human Wanderer within.

The moist soil turned into a pair of large hands, gripping his ankles.

Damn it! The Human Wanderer's heart trembled. He raised his head, about to scream and unleash a Mental Strike.

"Bang!"

The powerful sound of a sniper rifle tore through the darkness, awakening the residents of the county in the residential area.

The Human Wanderer's body suddenly stiffened, and tragic, mottled bloodstains splattered on the wall behind him.

Late at night, Zhui Duzhe drove to the Nanming City Public Security Bureau. He had been called by "Liangshan Shuishi," who was on the night shift, saying that the headquarters' action team had arrived in Nanming City and the person in charge wanted to see him.

After parking the car, he tightened his thin windbreaker, feeling that the temperature was a bit chilly tonight.

Going around the green belt, Zhui Duzhe saw "Liangshan Shuishi" standing in front of the Public Security Bureau building, smoking with his head down, as if waiting for a long time.

Zhui Duzhe approached, lit a cigarette, and asked casually, "What kind of people are these imperial envoys? Which department are they from? What's their mission this time coming to the countryside?"

Liangshan Shuishi shook his head, "They didn't say which department they were from. The reason they gave was the same as Yuan Shi Tianzun's, saying they were here to capture wanted criminals. And the person has already been killed, and is in the morgue."

Speaking of this, Liangshan Shuishi whispered, "They're all big shots. I checked their The Way of the Extraordinary IDs and they're all Saints. Teams like this that capture wanted criminals across provinces are usually elites, but an all-Saint team is extremely rare."

An all-Saint team, capturing wanted criminals... Zhui Duzhe frowned and said in a deep voice, "Are they looking for me to take over? Or are there accomplices who have been caught and need our assistance?"

Liangshan Shuishi shook his head, "They only said they wanted to see you, but they didn't mention anything else. But I feel like they're not here with good intentions."

Zhui Duzhe took a strong puff of his cigarette. Half the cigarette quickly burned out, and he flicked the cigarette butt, exhaling a long stream of white smoke, and said, "Let's go in."

Arriving at the floor where the Nanming branch was located, Zhui Duzhe followed Liangshan Shuishi straight to the morgue. A squad wearing tactical uniforms stood in front of the morgue door, three men and two women, their expressions serious, all looking at him coldly.

"Executive Zhui Duzhe?" A short-haired, pretty woman said indifferently, "Our captain is waiting for you inside."

Zhui Duzhe nodded slightly, leaving Liangshan Shuishi behind, and entered the morgue alone.

Inside the morgue, the lights were bright. A cold and stern young man in tactical uniform stood straight beside the autopsy table. A corpse lay on the table, covered with a white sheet.

Zhui Duzhe's gaze swept over, and he tightened his coat again and took the initiative to speak. "Hello, I am Zhui Duzhe, the person in charge of the Nanming branch."

Out of a swordsman's intuition and insight, he felt the coldness and hostility of this imperial envoy.

"Jun Hun!" The cold and stern young man turned his head, his gaze sharply scrutinizing him. "Executive Zhui Duzhe, we were ordered to capture a wanted criminal. The operation went smoothly. The wanted criminal has already been killed."

He glanced at the autopsy table and continued:

"This was a Level Six Illusionist. We used a prop to devour his spiritual body and discovered that he had a brotherly relationship with you. Over the years, he has been working for you, illegally earning merits and money for you."

"Go confirm it. Once you've confirmed it, we will take you back to headquarters for investigation."

Zhui Duzhe's mind went "boom" as if struck by lightning. His face turned pale as he rushed towards the autopsy table. It was only a few meters, but he stumbled as he ran.

Zhui Duzhe tremblingly reached out and lifted the white sheet, seeing a familiar face, a middle-aged man with a scholarly appearance.

The Human Wanderer!

There was a bloody hole in his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, staring straight at the ceiling, seemingly unwilling to die. His body was cold and stiff, and he had been dead for more than two hours.

Zhui Duzhe stared blankly at the corpse, like a stone statue with its soul taken away, and muttered, "Why did you arrest him? He's not on the wanted list. He's very low-key. He's never done anything illegal!"

As he said these words, there was no light in his eyes, and his tone was like a walking corpse. But tears welled up in his eyes, uncontrollably streaming down.

The cold and stern young man, who called himself Jun Hun, straightened his expression. "This is not something you should be asking. I will record everything you said and treat it as evidence. Now, please hand over all your props and come with us back to headquarters for investigation."

Zhui Duzhe gave a miserable laugh. "Go back to headquarters for investigation? You took away my only relative in this world. You've pushed me to the brink."

In despair, he revealed his long sword!

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Sweetheart Hongmo coughed and woke up from her dream, feeling her forehead burning hot and the air she breathed scorching.

"I'm sick? How could I be sick? It's the Plague God!"

She suddenly shuddered and jumped out of bed, staggering and almost falling.

Sweetheart Hongmo immediately realized that she was being targeted by the official side. The disease had unknowingly invaded her body.

Weakened state: The official Plague God was able to accurately spread the disease to her, indicating that her address had been located, and there must be heavy ambushes outside.

The reason why they hadn't killed her yet was to allow the disease to continue to erode her, weakening her as much as possible, and even taking her down without bloodshed.

As a female Witch Gu Master, she didn't lack dungeon combat experience, but in reality, she had always been law-abiding and rarely had conflicts with the official side.

Without knowing the official side's style and lacking similar experience, fighting to the death with the official side was obviously unwise.

Moreover, she couldn't fight the official side in the residential building, as it would involve too many innocent people.

Thinking of this, Sweetheart Hongmo staggered to the closet, opened the door, and took out a black jar, grabbing a plump, round pupa from inside.

She swallowed the pupa in one gulp. The full bee abdomen stretched and tore her nightgown, her skin was dyed with yellow and black textures, antennae grew on her forehead, and her eyes turned into insect compound eyes.

Thin, single wings unfolded on her back.

She turned into a Bee Woman like Xiaoyuan.

The pupae in the jar were sent by Xiaoyuan, allowing Witch Gu Masters to transform into wasps. Their combat power wasn't strong, but the speed of wasps could be comparable to supersonic fighter jets.

It was best for breaking through. Most Saints can't fly, and Witch Gu Masters who can transform Gu have absolute air superiority at the Saint stage.

After transforming into a Bee Woman, Sweetheart Hongmo quickly rushed to the window and opened it.

Her expression suddenly froze. The window was covered with vines, and thick, tough vines sealed the window tightly.

Sweetheart Hongmo pulled and tugged a few times, but unable to break the vines, she suddenly turned her head, looking at the door with some despair. Light and numerous footsteps came from outside the door.

Emotions of despair and fear surged up. Sweetheart Hongmo stood frozen by the window for a few seconds, then suddenly rushed to the bedside, pulled out her phone from under the pillow, opened her contacts, and dialed her mother's number.

A dozen seconds later, the call was answered, and a sleepy and tired voice came from the other end: "Who is it?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tears silently flooded her cheeks. Sweetheart Hongmo's mouth trembled as she choked in her throat.

In the end, she said nothing and hung up the phone in silence.

In a messy bedroom in a certain residential building, a middle-aged man in tactical uniform picked up a thick clay figure the size of a palm. As the small clay figure was put away, the restrictions that had sealed off the bedroom and living room disappeared.

The living room was a mess, the furniture smashed into powder. An elderly man with white hair lay on the ground, black and red blood flowing from his body, forming a small pool.

The three official Saints in the bedroom had all suffered minor injuries, but they were not seriously hurt. With complete tactics, detailed layouts, and various auxiliary props, hunting down an evil profession without any defenses was not a difficult task.

The battle actually ended quickly, taking less than ten minutes from start to finish.

The middle-aged man took out his headset and issued orders, "The battle is over. Notify the Public Security Bureau to handle the scene."

As he spoke, he saw another companion walking towards the old man's body. The person was about to open the bedside table drawer in front of the old man.

"Wait*!" The middle-aged man quickly stopped him.

This old guy didn't beg for mercy or resist when he was dying, but instead trembled as he crawled towards the bedside table. Until the moment of his death, his eyes were fixed on the bedside table.

There might be some kind of terrifying prop or consumable hidden in the drawer.

"Be prepared!" the middle-aged man reminded.

The companion nodded, took out a mud-covered coat and put it on. His movements immediately became slow, as if he were carrying a mountain on his shoulders. He raised his heavy arm and opened the drawer. The contents inside made him freeze for a moment.

He picked up a thick stack of paper, glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Appeal materials, that's it..."

A thick stack of appeal materials, some new and some old.

They recorded a teacher's half-life of blood, tears, and grievances. They were very thin, so thin that no one had paid attention to them for decades.