Zhan Shen: I am the spokesperson of the Black King, starting time is zero

There is also a small stone pillar under the tree.

When Lin Xuan has nothing to do, he will water the trees.

There was muddy land on both sides of the road and nothing there.

Lin Xuan was also considering whether to grow something to eat. He felt that his farming gene had awakened.

But in the end, he gave up.

The secondary reason is that once you become a night watchman, you will inevitably become busy and you will definitely not have time to take care of your own food.

The main reason is laziness.

Lin Xuan sat on the stone pier and began to practice how to control the vampire sickle.

Silent all night.

Morning, bun shop.

After a fierce battle with the Ghost Face King last night and practicing the blood-sucking sickle all night, he was already very hungry.

After finishing ten baskets of buns, Lin Xuan finally felt full. He paid and left the shop in the shocked look of the shop owner.

After a night of practice, he has initially mastered the vampire sickle. Although he still cannot control it too precisely, he can now block out those subtle sounds as long as he wants.

Not only that, his control over the wind blade has also improved a lot.

On the way to the Peace Office, he suddenly remembered something.

"Zhao Kongcheng, it's time to wake up."

Chapter 16: Lao Zhao

In Nibelungen, Zhao Kongcheng looked at the foggy world with an indescribable confused expression.

"I'm dead, right? What's the afterlife like? It doesn't feel like a big deal."

"Hello—anyone in?"

Zhao Kongcheng shouted, but he couldn't see anyone through the thin fog.

"Is there anyone dead?"

"Stop shouting, you're the only one."

A male voice suddenly sounded behind Zhao Kongcheng, startling him.

He really jumped out.

Zhao Kongcheng distanced himself from the voice behind him and turned around to look.

It's that brat who likes to show off.

Zhao Kongcheng's eyes widened with disbelief, "You're dead too?"

His expression was three parts sadness, seven parts shock, and ninety parts doubt about life.

Isn’t the Ghost-Faced King dead? Why did this brat come down here?

Before Zhao Kongcheng could say anything else, Lin Xuan stopped him in time.

"Stop, you are not in the underworld, but in the Nibelungen."

"Nibelungen?"

Zhao Kongcheng certainly knew where Nibelungen was, and considering that Lin Xuan was the spokesperson for Nidhogg...

Zhao Kongcheng reacted quickly, "So, you've dragged me into Nidhogg's kingdom?"

"Not really. To be exact, this is my kingdom of God."

"What is your kingdom of God?"

Lin Xuan glanced at him and thought for a moment.

Zhao Kongcheng was taken into Nibelungen by him, which meant that from then on, Zhao Kongcheng and he were deeply bound together.

He decided to selectively tell the other party some things.

"You can understand it as, I am Nidhogg, a Nidhogg who has not yet fully grown."

No response, no reply.

Zhao Kongcheng just stood there blankly with his mouth wide open.

He didn't know what to say.

Zhao Kongcheng subconsciously thought that the other party was joking, but seeing Lin Xuan's expression, it seemed that he was serious. Thinking about this foggy and empty world, and how he appeared here even though he was dead...

Hiss——this kid is so damn amazing!

"So you're actually Nidhogg, but for some reason you became what you are now?"

Zhao Kongcheng tried hard to calm himself down. He thought that he had experienced a lot and must be much more stable than the average person. However, he really couldn't calm down about the fact that Lin Xuan was Nidhogg.

Damn, could this be some kind of hallucination before I die?

Then he slapped himself and his arm went through his face.

"What the hell?!"

"Old Zhao, I snatched you back from the clutches of death. Shouldn't you thank me? Come on, call me Brother Lin."

Lin Xuan had a funny look on his face, and suddenly spoke in a non-serious manner.

Lin Xuan: ?(? ? ??)

Zhao Kongcheng: (╬￣皿￣)凸

"Climb for me!"

Zhao Kongcheng kicked it directly, and as expected, it went through again.

Seeing this scene, he curled his lips.

"Even if you saved me, what's the use? This is a shitty place with nothing to do. I can't even smoke."

"I can take you out to have a look, but for now I can only be in the form of a soul and I can't leave for too long.

If you get bored staying in the Nibelungen, I can bring in novels, comics, and stand-alone game consoles."

"Tsk, it's just so-so." Old Zhao said carelessly while lying in the air.

He discovered that one advantage of being a soul was that he could float, just like flying, which was very interesting.

"Just barely..." Lin Xuan curled his lips, "Then why don't you try using the Forbidden Ruins?"

"Ok?"

Zhao Kongcheng sat up suddenly, and Lin Xuan handed him a boning knife at the right time.

Zhao Kongcheng suddenly slashed the blade, and a four or five meter high black crescent shot out from the edge of the blade.

"Fuck!"

Old Zhao was really numb this time. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the boning knife in his hand, with the corners of his mouth becoming more and more upturned.

Then Lin Xuan saw him cheering, as if he had returned to his ancestors.

"Cool!!!!"

After coming out of the bookstore, Lin Xuan went straight to the Heping Office.

Then he saw Sister Hongying facing a white-haired old lady, muttering something with a sympathetic look on her face.

Even without the vampire sickle, Lin Xuan could still hear clearly what Sister Hongying was saying.

Is it really that excessive?

Don't worry, we will take care of this matter!

At this time, Lin Qiye also walked in. After seeing clearly what Sister Hongying was doing, his expression became extremely strange.

It feels like a hero who is responsible for saving the world is helping others find their lost black cat. I can only say that the style of painting is a bit mismatched.

Wen Qimo noticed the two people standing stupidly at the door and quickly pulled them in.

"What's going on?"

Lin Qiye was a little confused.

"Hey, after all, we're called the Peace Agency. We can't just do it for show, right? Besides handling mysteries, we also take on other cases, from small matters like finding cats and dogs to big matters like busting criminals and kidnappers. We cover it all."

Lin Xuan nodded, turned to look at Zhao Kongcheng beside him, and muttered to himself.

"Old Zhao, do you usually deal with trivial matters like this?"

Zhao Kongcheng was half lying in mid-air, staring at Hongying.

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's words, the soul stood up immediately.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What do you mean by trivial matters? This is just everyday life. Do you think mysteries are like cabbages? One every few days."

Zhao Kongcheng rolled his eyes at Lin Xuan and turned his gaze back to Hongying.

As a soul, he can only stay in the outside world for a limited time.

After being confronted by Lao Zhao, Lin Xuan shrugged.

Very good, he has already begun to imagine the scene where he can easily find cats and dogs with his blood-sucking sickle and then make a fortune.

Lin Xuan even imagined the plot of the Dragon King.

For example, during the investigation process, he was first questioned, then threatened by the other party using power, and then he took out his credentials as a night watchman.

What is "Rebirth: I am a retired night watchman"?

The ten-year period has arrived, and we welcome the return of the Dragon King of the Night's Watch.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye looked puzzled. Lin Xuan's smile was so weird.

"It's okay." He waved his hand.

"By the way, the captain is already waiting for you at the training ground. Let Lin Xuan take you there directly."

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Lin Xuan.

Judging from what Wen Qimo said, Lin Xuan had already been there.

In response, Lin Xuan just nodded, turned around and took Lin Qiye to the martial arts training ground at the end of the basement corridor.

In the center of the martial arts training ground, sat a young man with a sharp face, with three knives placed at his sides.

"You are here."

Chen Muye slowly opened his eyes, nodded at the two of them, picked up two of the straight knives and handed them to them.

Lin Xuan took it, pulled it out and took a look.

His name was engraved on it, and although it was a standard long sword, it felt surprisingly good to hold.

"Old Zhao, do you think my knife is handsome?"

Ok?

Lin Xuan turned his head and found that Zhao Kongcheng and Lin Qiye were standing side by side, staring blankly at the knife in Lin Qiye's hand.

The three words "Zhao Kongcheng" above are so eye-catching.

"Captain, this?"

"Zhao Kongcheng died in battle, and you were the child he was responsible for. You joined the Night's Watch through him. His sword was given to you for safekeeping."

"Okay!" Lin Qiye nodded heavily.

Zhao Kongcheng stood aside, with relief and pride in his eyes.

PS: Asking for bookshelf, asking for reading, asking for gifts

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