spirit walker

Chapter 100
If Deacon Pang is a member of Dark Night Rose, killing him and asking the spirit can get a lot of information, and the progress of hunting Hei Wuchang can be accelerated. Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed.

Hei Wuchang couldn't find it for a long time, he was more anxious than Fu Qingyang.

"But why did he kill me? At this juncture, killing me will only lead to twists and turns." Zhang Yuanqing couldn't figure it out.

"He has his own reasons for killing you. When I kill him, I will ask Ling to know." Fu Qingyang opened the wine cabinet, took out the red wine and goblet, and said:
"Have a drink?"

I know who Li Dongze learned his habits from. Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "Is there any Coke?"

Fu Qingyang put back a goblet, and said calmly: "Then you have to wait until the matter is over, and go buy it yourself."

He sipped the sour red wine with a natural expression, not at all looking like he was going to kill someone, but more like going to a club
Probably only a big family that has been born in a wealthy family for generations can cultivate such a calm and calm air. Zhang Yuanqing can't do it. Now his mind is full of how to kill Deacon Pang, how much information the other party knows about Dark Night Rose, if the action fails , how much risk you have to take, and so on.

Along the way, the two of them didn't talk anymore. Fu Qingyang held the wine glass and looked at the night outside the window, taking a sip from time to time.

Zhang Yuanqing lowered the back of the chair, lay flat and dozed off to regain his energy.

About 10 minutes later, Fu Qingyang put down his wine glass, and at the same time, the commercial vehicle slowed down slowly.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes, got up and looked out the window. The commercial vehicle was parked outside a high-end residential area. The style of this residential area was extremely luxurious and fashionable, and the buildings with black bricks were arranged in an orderly manner.

Facing the entrance of the community is a square with a fountain pool built in the center. At first glance, one may think it is a high-end hotel.

It's really rich, the housing price here must be at least 15w or more. Zhang Yuanqing felt emotional.

"Centurion, if you go in like this, will you scare the snake? Why don't you make arrangements in advance?" Zhang Yuanqing put forward his own idea.

Fu Qingyang said lightly:

"Pang Wudi sent the evil spirit to kill you. He must wait for the news at home at this moment. Before the evil spirit returns, waiting patiently is the safest choice. We came to the door late at night just to catch the other party by surprise. The more we deploy, the easier it is for him aware."

Although the tone was cold, the son-in-law still patiently explained to his confidant subordinates. After speaking, he changed the subject:
"However, necessary investigations are still needed, in case there are members of the Dark Night Rose around, disrupting our plan."

How to investigate?Zhang Yuanqing was curious.

Fu Qingyang raised his right hand, pointed like a sword, and pressed it between his eyebrows.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a pale white ripple rising from the center of Fu Qingyang's eyebrows and spreading into the distance like a wave.The more it spreads out, the weaker the white light becomes, and it is finally undetectable.

Ten seconds later, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and said, "There is no ambush nearby."

Seeing his confidant subordinates dumbfounded, he smiled lightly: "Don't be surprised, this is the scout!"

What Zhang Yuanqing thought was: This is the real eye, compared to Li Dongze's fake eye.

After Fu Qingyang finished speaking, he opened the car door, came to the sentry box at the gate of the community, looked at the guard calmly, and said:

"Open the door!"

In this kind of community where rich people gather, you have to scan the door to enter and exit.

The doorman looked at the handsome young man in surprise. He was dressed in a neat and elegant white suit with a simple short ponytail.

His eyes are deep and calm, and when he looks at you, he is like a high-ranking king, with elegance and nobility.

The guard said respectfully: "You, which household do you belong to?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly: "Open the door, don't waste my time."

Inexplicably, the guard felt an unspeakable awe and submission in his heart, and opened the gate in fear.

Fu Qingyang nodded slightly, walked through the iron gate, and entered the community.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly followed, but was stopped by the guard: "Wait a minute! Which household are you from?"

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the scene just now, with a sullen face, deep and calm eyes, imitating Fu Qingyang's aloof temperament like a king, and said lightly:

"Don't waste my time."

The guard looked him up and down, and waved impatiently: "Go, go."

"." Zhang Yuanqing's face was a little embarrassed, so he had to cast a charm to confuse the old man, and slipped into the community by himself.

Well, it's not that my aura is not as good as Fu Qingyang's, but that different professions have different abilities, so he couldn't charm the old man like me. He silently respected me.

After quickly catching up with Fu Qingyang, Zhang Yuanqing complained in a low voice:
"Centurion, why don't you climb over the wall? It's easy to leave traces by going through the main entrance."

The figure in the white formal suit strode forward and said lightly:

"Don't forget your identity, we are the official."

All right, if it was Li Dongze, he would definitely say: Climbing over the wall is not elegant enough!Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart.

Residential building on the west side, 21st floor, flat floor.

In the living room, wearing a judo uniform, with an invincible Chinese character face, sitting silently and solemnly in front of the bar, dragging a glass of wine in his palm.

On the marble bar in front of him, there was a bottle of whiskey and a worn-out old-fashioned mobile phone.

Pang Wudi is waiting for the return of the evil spirit in the phone.

It is now two in the morning, and the evil spirit has not returned, which means that the target has not been eradicated.

But Pang Wudi was not in a hurry, he didn't think Yuanshi Tianzun could avoid the evil spirits' pursuit, Ye Youshen didn't have the ability in the dream realm, as long as he entered the dream realm, he would definitely die.

After obtaining this item, Pang Wudi used it to kill several enemies who were inconvenient for him, and never failed.

This item is an assassination artifact, it kills people invisible, it will not show any signs at all, it is as sharp as a scout, and it is impossible to find any clues.

The only flaw is that it has almost no effect on the enemies in the Saint Realm, and the price of using it is that after ten times, the evil spirits will chase and kill the master in the dream.

Of course, for Pang Wudi in the Saint Realm, this would at best create some minor crises.

"After the death of Yuanshi Tianzun, Fu Qingyang must be furious, but it is difficult for him to suspect me. However, this person is sensitive, and he must pay attention to it in the next three days."

Pang Wudi drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, at this moment, a picture flashed in his mind:
Fu Qingyang in white formal attire led a handsome young man to the security door.

This picture was sent back from the potted plants he placed outside the door. The wood demon in the Saint Realm can send signals to plants in a small area, turning them into his "eyes".

Yuanshi Tianzun is not dead?Coming to your door?how is this possible? !
Pang Wudi's pupils shrank slightly, and his emotions surged up in an instant, such as shock and bewilderment. He quickly made a decision to leave here.

Leave here first, pass on the failure of the assassination to the joint "injustice", and then report to the superior, and then wait for orders and adapt accordingly.

In short, you can't stay here at this time, at least you have to deal with the assassination props.

After making a decision, Pang Wudi quickly rushed to the balcony, trying to jump out of the window.

"Papa papa."

The lock of the anti-theft door was melted into molten iron, dripping down.

The anti-theft door opened, and Fu Qingyang, wearing dark red gloves, walked in.

"Don't go, you can't go." Fu Qingyang looked at the back of the balcony and said lightly.

Pang Wudi flung out a handful of spores without looking back. These spores rose against the wind and turned into plants that looked like small octopuses. Their tentacles writhed and enveloped Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing flew to one side to avoid the "octopus" plants that were shot.

He didn't expect that the two sides would fight as soon as they said they wanted to, without even saying a word.

Fu Qingyang didn't retreat, and walked forward among the plants all over the sky. He seemed to have calculated the trajectory of the octopus plants. He seemed to be strolling in the garden, but he was able to avoid all the plants that enveloped him delicately.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang flipped his right hand, and there was a small dark blue command flag in his hand, and his fingers popped out.

"Duh!"

Let the flag be nailed into the tiles of the balcony, and the blue light curtain rises, turning into a cage, trapping Pang Wudi on the balcony.

"Hmph!" Pang Wudi's body swelled suddenly, like an inflated balloon, and turned into a three-meter-tall giant. His muscles were like vines, tense and hard.

He punched heavily on the light curtain, and the bluish shattered light swept across the living room.

At this time, Fu Qingyang had already arrived at the entrance of the balcony, and grabbed the Bafang Sword covered with copper rust from the inventory.

Fear flashed in Pang Wudi's eyes, and he opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of gray mist.

Floating in the mist are spores that are invisible to the naked eye. These spores are powerful and predatory. Once they touch living things, they will grow crazily until they drain their vitality.

The dense fog came, and even the scouts' "prediction" could not avoid this kind of attack.

But Fu Qingyang didn't retreat half a step, and grabbed a small white flag with his left hand, and a majestic white tiger was embroidered on the flag.

"Roar!"

The illusory roar of the tiger echoed in the room, dispelling the fog.

Fu Qingyang took a step forward, holding up the eight-direction bronze sword.

Pang Wudi's burly body suddenly trembled, his legs and feet seemed uncoordinated, his left foot wanted to avoid to the left, his right foot wanted to avoid to the right, and his upper body had its own thoughts
In the end, he could only summon a set of vine armor, covering a body up to three meters high.

Fu Qingyang slashed down with a sword.

The next moment, the rattan armor was cut open, and the flesh and blood were separated. The three-meter-high giant was cut in half, the internal organs fell with a crash, and crimson blood spread on the balcony floor tiles.

Zhang Yuanqing, who witnessed this scene behind him, was surprised and delighted, and various thoughts flashed quickly:
died?a saint dies like this
Why doesn't he hide?This sword is unremarkable, is it hard to dodge?
Fu Qingyang took back the bronze sword and command flag, and looked back indifferently: "Come and ask the spirit!"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuanqing stopped his chaotic thoughts and walked quickly.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)