Know Yourself in the Dragon World

The moon is dark and the wind is high...

Sorry for the interruption.

Han Qiu patted his cheeks to keep himself awake.

Chu Zihang and I were each responsible for an area and had been searching for two nights, but hadn't found anything strange.

There were no people on the street, and there were hardly any lights on.

Occasionally, we see police officers on patrol, but they are just slacking off.

Han Qiu's bloodline Jie Luo can currently create a field with a range of 10 meters.

Someone used Chu Zihang to test it, and only saw a thick red line extending and fluttering behind Chu Zihang.

Han Qiu felt like... well... he was coming just by smelling the scent.

"Mr. Han, this time the level has been upgraded successfully. Give me a task."

Han Qiu leaned against the back wall of the City Hall and took a short rest.

"Okay, one Word Spirit. I'll give it to you together with the reward for Chu Zihang's mission." Mr. Han said.

"That mission? Hasn't it been completed yet?"

"I just didn't remind it, it's actually done."

"It's done?" Han Qiu was surprised. "When did it happen?"

"I didn't remind you the day we went to the dock because I didn't have enough power to help you improve. Sorry. Once you get the leveling done, I can give it to you."

"Small problem." Han Qiu took a deep breath, "You are quite pitiful."

"..."

"By the way, Mr. Han, what exactly is cause and effect? ​​I feel that what is happening now is completely different from the original book you showed me."

"Let me think about how I should put it so that you can understand."

"Well, think about it slowly. What is that? Why is there a red line dangling over there on the wall?" Han Qiu rubbed his eyes.

Wait, red line?

"Let's get to work. I'm not going to waste any more time talking to you." Han Qiu pulled out his Nepalese machete and climbed in through the window.

It was pitch black inside the town hall, and he slowly groped forward relying on the light from his cell phone.

The red line moved very quickly and was out of range several times.

"I give up. I have to use all my strength to deal with this rubbish." Han Qiu pretended to recite the dragon script.

"No, hide it." Mr. Han reminded: "Give it to Chu Zihang."

"Why? I feel like this red line isn't that thick. I can handle it."

"It's not a problem to be dealt with. Leave it to Chu Zihang and you will get unexpected rewards." Mr. Han smiled elegantly.

"Okay." Han Qiu dialed the phone and continued to grope around in the city hall.

The red line was approaching rapidly, bringing with it murderous intent.

Han Qiu saw the flash of a knife on the screen of his mobile phone.

He turned around suddenly and responded with a knife.

The opponent's golden pupils contained endless murderous intent. After failing to hit him with the sword, the opponent retreated back into the darkness.

From Han Qiu's perspective, the red line was moving quickly, and the other party seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of the City Hall.

"Hello, Han Qiu, what's wrong?" Chu Zihang's voice came from the phone.

"Brother, I found a hybrid in the city hall." Han Qiu's eyes followed the red line and said, "They have already fought."

"Hold on, I'll be there soon."

Senior brother's tone is so reliable.

boom!

When the gunshot rang out, Han Qiu dodged almost instinctively.

This guy also has a gun, but that’s okay, he can still miss within ten meters, how unskilled is he?

"Mad, you want to compete with me in shooting?" Han Qiu pulled out the pistol from his waist, "Let me play with you."

Following the red line, he fired one after another.

The first shot missed, but the second shot hit.

The opponent obviously paused for a moment, and then retreated quickly as if nothing had happened, without slowing down, until he was out of the range of the "Blood Ties".

The sound of dragon text chanting came from the darkness.

Han Qiu could be sure that this guy was the murderer.

The Word Spirit: Drowning Realm can mobilize water molecules outside the living organisms in the area, and form liquid water when a certain humidity is reached.

Han Qiu guessed it when he heard Chu Zihang talk.

Although he has never used it, he still knows the functions of the words he possesses.

Honestly speaking, he felt that this was a useless word spirit. It would be better to use it to kill people than to drink a full glass of water when he was dying of thirst.

Mr. Han said that it was called the "Drowning Realm" because the King of the Ocean and Water once used this word spirit to punish unfaithful humans, making them experience the feeling of drowning on land.

At his peak, the king of the ocean and water could transfer water from the Pacific Ocean across land to the Atlantic Ocean.

Han Qiu took a breath, and it felt like he was inhaling a ball of water into his respiratory tract, which then flowed into his lungs.

The level of control of the Word Spirit is very high, and it can condense water in the air almost instantly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Han Qiu coughed a few times, "I just happened to be thirsty, thank you."

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"I'm your father." Han Qiu was not used to saying this in English.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a ball of water poured into it.

Han Qiu was a little annoyed. It was really too much. He was attacking you while talking to you.

He moved closer quickly, drew his gun and shot the moment he saw the red line.

The other party knew that he couldn't defeat Han Qiu in a short time by relying on the power of words, so he simply fought with his gun.

"You killed all those guys, right?" Han Qiu hid behind a pillar and changed the magazine.

"That's what they deserve," the other party replied.

"I'm curious. As long as the other party knows how to struggle, he won't be drowned by your words."

Running a few steps and coughing a few times can save your life.

Otherwise, Han Qiu wouldn't have said that this was a piece of rubbish.

"You are so stupid, why not just tie you up?" the other party sneered.

"Oh? That's right." Han Qiu leaned forward and shot.

At this point in the battle, I have hit the enemy at least three times. If it were me, I would probably be lying on the ground.

"You are a good shooter," the other party praised.

"You're not bad either." Han Qiu took a breath.

When he just leaned forward, a bullet from the opponent grazed Han Qiu's shoulder.

"Go away, I'm not interested in you." the other party said.

"Then what are you interested in?"

"A person who is extremely wealthy, or, as the term of the last century would have it, a capitalist."

"From the tone of your voice and the attitude you take towards me, you don't sound like someone who has committed a heinous crime. Have you ever considered turning yourself in?" Han Qiu asked.

"No."

"Don't be stubborn." Han Qiu muttered to himself, wondering why his senior brother hasn't arrived yet.

If he doesn't come, he will use all his firepower to kill this guy in an instant.

By now, we have gained some understanding of the opponent's strength.

His shooting and knife skills are average, and it seems like he has not received professional training.

As for bloodline, it is not as thick and scarlet as my senior brother's red line.

If it weren't so dark here and the other party was more familiar with the terrain than him, Han Qiu felt that he could defeat this guy without using any other words.

"I rarely see people like you, otherwise, I wouldn't talk to you so much." The other party dissuaded him again: "Leave."

"Brother, I'm here to arrest you, don't make any mistake." Han Qiu leaned against the pillar.

Seeing that the red line was no longer visible, he immediately became extremely alert.

"That's a shame, you have to die." A voice came from the other side.

Han Qiu only saw the flash of fire when the bullet left the muzzle.

With a clang, the blade of the Nepalese machete trembled.

Made by the Equipment Department, trustworthy.

"I'm here." A familiar voice came from the top, and Chu Zihang jumped down from the skylight.

The moment the glass shattered, it was like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

----

"Wells, as a government worker, you have to know whose interests you should protect!"

Wells stood there, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the blame from his superior.

He just didn't approve a document.

That document was not compliant in the first place.

Anyway, it has always been like this since I was a child. No matter what I do, I am not liked by my teachers, parents, or superiors.

There are no people of my age who like to be with me.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with him and he was following the rules and regulations.

He follows the rules and regulations as they are written.

But it seems that the rules and regulations are just words and have no meaning.

People with wealth are always breaking the rules and yet they demand that common people follow those rules and regulations.

Some people say he is stupid, some people say he is stubborn.

In short, he didn't know whether it was his problem or some other problem.