Chapter 156 Night Tour God

The Night Watcher was skilled in assassination, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Ambushing a transcendent Wu Gu master was easy.

The broken heart still beat, blood gurgling out. The callous youth didn't die immediately. His brown pupils contracted into golden vertical slits, his nose collapsed, a breathing hole appeared, his lips stretched to his ears, his skin turned blue-black, and hard bumps grew.

He transformed into a grotesque, human-shaped toad.

Gu transformation! He was making a desperate gamble.

But just as he completed the transformation, the palm suddenly clenched, crushing the bloody heart. The other hand plunged into the hole in his chest, and with a mighty tear, the toad-man was ripped in two, as easily as tearing paper.

The entire process, from the attack to the tearing, didn't exceed three seconds. Li Zhengde's pupils dilated, his mind still in a daze.

The esteemed Captain Gao, whom he regarded as a god, could be easily crushed, killed as easily as squashing an ant.

Only then did Li Zhengde see the attacker clearly. It was an ordinary-looking young man, the kind who would disappear into a crowd.

Li Zhengde was about to beg for mercy when he heard a "crack!" and saw his own back, saw the corridor behind him.

What, what happened to me? The thought flashed through his mind before his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness. Li Zhengde, his neck twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, crashed to the ground, losing control of his bladder and bowels, staining his crotch, his legs twitching slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing heard the Lingjing notification of gaining reputation points and deducting morality points, but he didn't care. Killing an evil profession or an ordinary person was no longer enough to vent his anger. Kill first, ask questions later. After killing these evildoers, the Security Department would determine the case and he would receive a more generous reward of morality points.

By accumulating a wealth of morality points, he could avoid becoming a Lingjing wanted criminal in the future if he accidentally killed civilians during battle.

Although he had always been very careful not to harm civilians, as his level increased, so did his destructive power, making accidents difficult to avoid.

The embarrassing predicament of Marshal, Chairman, and the club owner were the best proof of that.

He could choose not to do it, but he had to be prepared for accidents.

Black, viscous energy surged into Zhang Yuanqing's eyes as he stared at the toad-man's corpse. He summoned the remaining spirit from the corpse and swallowed the writhing, malevolent spirit.

Ten seconds later, after digesting the spirit's remaining memory fragments, he snapped his fingers and vanished into starlight.

Far from the green-awninged dormitory and sand field, beneath an excavator, a group of young men in tank tops and floral shirts surrounded a square table, some standing, some sitting. They were playing poker, laughing when they won, cursing when they lost.

Besides playing cards, there were stacks of paper money on the table. The most eye-catching was a tattooed man in a black shirt and jeans, a gold chain around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, squinting at his cards.

"Trash cards!" The black-shirted man threw down his hand and spat out the cigarette butt, stomping it out. The black-shirted man's Lingjing ID was "Gambling Saint." Before becoming a Lingjing Xingzhe, he was a gambling addict.

Anything he owned, he would bet on the table.

Money, his wife and children, even his own life. He enjoyed the thrill of gambling. If he lost, he would willingly send his wife to another man's bed. He sought the stimulation of becoming rich overnight or losing everything, believing this was the greatest appeal of gambling. Therefore, he never cheated. Cheating was pointless. A guaranteed win was neither exciting nor fulfilling.

The hoodlums at the sand quarry liked playing with him for this very reason.

Gambling Saint was almost out of money, but he didn't care. He lit another cigarette, waiting for the next round to begin.

The second round began. Gambling Saint lit a cigarette, picked up two cards, looked at them, then slowly peeled back the last card.

The three cards were "2," "6," and "9." Another trash hand!

Gambling Saint was about to curse when he heard a voice behind him: "Wow, what trash cards."

"Trash cards!" Gambling Saint echoed, then thought about it and remembered there was no one behind him.

He spun around and saw an ordinary-looking young man standing behind him.

"You..." Gambling Saint's expression changed. This man wasn't from the sand quarry. He was a complete stranger.

Instinctively, he jumped up to create distance, but the next second, the man's palm landed on his head.

"Bang!" His head exploded like a watermelon, brain matter and bone fragments scattering everywhere, splattering across the table.

The punks around the table either froze, holding their cards, or stared blankly at the headless corpse falling to the ground, stunned.

Before they had a chance to react, Yichuan Mei floated out from behind her master, emitting a banshee's shriek. One after another, the dozen or so men at the table collapsed, dying silently.

Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the Saint's spirit as usual, then asked, "Yichuan Mei, will killing ordinary people deduct morality points?"

"The moment you refined me into a vengeful spirit, Master, I lost my standing. I am now your servant, not a Lingjing Xingzhe," Yichuan Mei said, fawningly pressing against her master's back. "I've always wanted a master who would abuse me, whip me."

"Work hard, less nonsense. I'll whip you to death tonight," Zhang Yuanqing said coldly.

"Yes~" Yichuan Mei, having received a promise, struck a seductive pose, thrilled.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bed and collected the blood-stained money one by one. "The money is confiscated!"

He looked towards the green-awninged dormitory in the distance, where the male slaves lived. With a Star Tunnel, he arrived at the leftmost room, where the air conditioner was blowing cold air.

The room, not very spacious, contained a comfortable double bed. A voluptuous woman on the bed tilted her head back, emitting soft, alluring moans.

Her features were delicate, her figure curvaceous. A young man was beneath her, while another man was behind her. In contrast to the woman's enjoyment, the two men wore expressions of forced business, numbly and mechanically repeating the movements.

A row of naked men knelt by the bed, heads lowered, like male concubines awaiting the empress's favor. Their expressions and eyes held no lust, but rather fear and anxiety.

Tsk, this woman is a female version of the Desire General. This kind of woman should be handed over to the Demon Lord to deal with, ensuring she'd be psychologically scarred and never be interested in men again.

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the bed, admiring a scene rarely seen even in domestic porn.

He wasn't afraid of being discovered by the woman, because Yichuan Mei had ignited their desires, making them immersed in carnal pleasure.

At this moment, even if a gun were pointed at the woman's throat, she wouldn't react, she might even unconsciously...

Of course, Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't hand over his gun. The two rows of male slaves kneeling by the bed, lost in their illusions, were completely unaware of the sudden appearance of a stranger.

After observing for a moment, Zhang Yuanqing felt bored. He reached out and grabbed the woman's neck, applying a slight pressure. With a soft crack, she died.

She died silently. The two men on the bed continued to move, completely unaware that the woman was dead.

Zhang Yuanqing took out his phone and dialed the Tracker's number. "Come in, the Wu Gu masters inside are all taken care of."

Five minutes later, a convoy stormed into the sand quarry. The Tracker arrived with official Xingzhe. The criminals guarding the gate immediately raised the alarm. More than twenty armed thugs rushed out of the dormitory, only to discover that their companions on the sand quarry side had just been slaughtered. The convoy drove straight into the sand quarry base.

The roar of submachine guns had just begun when the thugs' bodies were inexplicably cut in half at the waist, as if by a laser cutter. That was the Tracker's sword aura.

In just one exchange, the remaining forces at the sand quarry were annihilated. The convoy stopped and the official Xingzhe, guns in hand, rushed into the various areas, searching for surviving enemies.

The Tracker's gaze swept over the scene, first landing on the toad-man and Li Zhengde who were lying beside the women's dormitory.

His eyes flickered slightly as he stared at the toad-man torn in two. Then, he strode forward.

He walked to Gambling Saint's side, leaned down to examine the corpse. Skull shattered, killed by a sneak attack from behind. He was very skilled in sneak attacks. Looking at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, he was even more surprised.

These people's bodies were undamaged, as if their souls had been erased. There were no Fire Master methods involved. He really wasn't a Fire Master.

"Reporting, Executor! The armed elements at the sand quarry have been completely eliminated, totaling thirty-eight people. We found an ammunition depot to the east, containing dozens of kilograms of drugs and twenty boxes of cash. In the dormitory area, we found trafficked men and women who have been taken into custody and are being screened for any enemies mixed in," Reconnaissance Wang Xiao'er reported loudly, carrying a submachine gun.

Annie, his expression joyful and excited. The Tracker nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Where is the Sanqing Daozu Executor?"

Wang Xiao'er's excited expression suddenly froze. Lowering his voice, he said, "He...he's looting the sand quarry's money."

The Tracker was stunned and said angrily, "The spoils must be handed over!"

Wang Xiao'er shrank his neck. "You go. I don't dare."

The Tracker thought about it and realized he didn't dare either. His face twitched for a moment. When he mustered his courage, relying on the swordsman's dedication to discipline, he strode towards the ammunition depot, only to find that Sanqing Daozu had already left, the money in the warehouse gone without a trace.

In the mountains west of the sand quarry, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing the Swift Wind Gloves, unleashed a gale that bent the tree branches, seeing Xie Lingxi and the other two in the distance.

He landed immediately, put away the gloves, and with a snap of his fingers, teleported beside them.

"Mr. Origin, this should be where the Underworld King is sleeping. We found many animal corpses in this area, all dead, already rotten and stinking, which matches the Underworld King's sleep time," Annie said.

"We need to pinpoint the Underworld King's sleeping location," Zhang Yuanqing said.

Annie immediately said, "According to our initial investigation, the Underworld King's sleep affects an area of ​​five hundred meters. We can measure the animal corpses and calculate the center."

"Do it immediately!" Zhang Yuanqing said.

The three women didn't move!

"What's the problem?"

"We forgot how to calculate the center."

"It's understandable that Annie and Queen forgot, after all, they are old. Xie Lingxi, what about you? You are a high school JK!"

"Brother Origin, I'm a dropout."

"You didn't study at all, did you? Anyway, you're a Lingjing Xingzhe, your family is rich and powerful. Reading and striving is something that grassroots people like me do. You just need to lie down. A bunch of losers, I, a top student, have to solve it." Zhang Yuanqing said as he turned his back to the crowd and secretly took out his phone to search for how to calculate the center!

"Brother Origin, what are you doing?"

"The Tracker sent me a message." Not long after, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calculated the center.

The center was an area without weeds or shrubs, about ten meters below a few pine trees. Zhang Yuanqing paced back and forth under the trees, looking down.

"Brother Origin, I don't think your method will work. Even if there is DNA left, it must have degraded," Xie Lingxi said, feeling she should show off her high school knowledge.

"I know." Zhang Yuanqing continued to search. "Normal DNA can degrade, but hair doesn't degrade that quickly, not in three days, unless he doesn't lose hair!"

That makes sense, Xie Lingxi was convinced.

After all, Lingjing Xingzhe lose hair even when they sleep, and she often loses it.

After a moment, Zhang Yuanqing, having found no human hair, sighed. "Okay, he doesn't have a hair loss problem, so I can only use the stupidest method."

"Then I can only use the dumbest method." He took out the Violet Thunder Hammer, switched it to shield mode, and started tinkering.

"The dumbest method?" Annie was puzzled by his behavior.

"He slept here, so this soil must have been contaminated with his aura. I want to take it back. When I use star gazing, it will give me inspiration. This soil is the only thing associated with the Underworld King," Zhang Yuanqing explained.

Annie's beautiful eyes shone with light and she said with joy, "With this soil, we can find him?"

"Definitely not, but it should be able to determine the approximate location. Then we'll do a carpet search, but we have to wait until he is asleep, otherwise a carpet search will scare him," Zhang Yuanqing said. He scraped the ground, collecting dozens of pounds of soft, damp soil and took it away with Little Red Riding Hood.

In the following half-day, Zhang Yuanqing uprooted the Lingjing criminals in another stronghold from the memories of the two psychics and killed them on the spot, leaving no one alive.

According to the memory of the psychic from that stronghold, he followed the trail and found another stronghold. After clearing that stronghold, he rushed to the next one. He repeated this process three times, destroying a total of six strongholds and eliminating almost all of the strongholds planted in Nanming City by the Lingneng Association in one day.

He didn't dare go to the stronghold where the Dominator was stationed. When the last stronghold was destroyed, it was already three in the morning.

The benefit of the blitzkrieg was that no one had a chance to transmit the message to the Dominator's stronghold. In the memory Zhang Yuanqing obtained, the Lingneng Association's strongholds contacted each other at nine o'clock every morning to report their safety.

Their first action today was at ten thirty. By three in the morning, all the strongholds had been destroyed. When the Dominator realized it tomorrow morning, he would have become an isolated stronghold.

This tactic required not only overwhelming advantage, but also a Night Watcher. Other professions couldn't do it.

Even a Star Official would suffer a huge mental burden from devouring so many spirits in one day.

Zhang Yuanqing was different. He was half a pure Yang body.

Inside the Security Department's brightly lit cafeteria, all members of the Nanming branch were sitting around a long table filled with delicious dishes: beer fish, snail flour, vinegar blood duck, stuffed snails. Official Xingzhe and clerical staff sat at the table, each with a smile on their face and a light in their eyes.

Thinking back to the situation at noon and in the evening, they still felt as if they were in the clouds, as if they were in a dream, unbelievable.

The action personnel witnessed a stronghold being destroyed and criminals being killed. Their worship of the Sanqing Daozu Executor overflowed, wishing the Tracker would step down from his position as branch director and give it to him.

The office staff felt different. They heard it all like a myth.

In the morning, Xue Hai Wu Ya shouted excitedly, "The Fang Family Sand Quarry has been wiped out!" The whole room cheered and immediately followed the procedure to notify the security officers to clean up the corpses and rescue the trafficked innocents.

But when one stronghold after another was destroyed, the office staff were dumbfounded and found it difficult to believe. They once thought that Xue Hai Wu Ya was talking in his sleep and had gone crazy.

The female assistant even called the Tracker Executor to verify.

Like a dream, that's right, it was a dream.

In the past, the Qinghe branch would send executors to inspect the work, and some of them had great ambitions, but how easy was it to find the Lingneng Association's stronghold? The stronghold was often changed, lasting two or three years or as short as a few months. It was difficult to find and easy to be ambushed. After several times, the executors became lazy.

The members of the Nanming branch also went from disappointment to numbness and no longer had any expectations. Those who could left Nanming City, and those who couldn't struggled to hold on.

Finally, headquarters sent a powerful senior executor who cleaned up the Lingneng Association's forces that had been plaguing the area for many years with the force of a storm. Even if they would eventually make a comeback, there would at least be a stable period of more than a year.

The cheers in the office lasted from morning to night. Everyone was full of energy, actively contacting the security departments in various places to arrange the aftermath in an orderly manner. Because the action team had not eaten lunch, they stayed at their desks and did not go to the cafeteria. They quickly ate a few bites for dinner and then began to contact the relevant parties. They were now starving.

But no one touched their chopsticks, casting their eyes on the Tracker. The Tracker silently got up. His stern face, like melting ice and snow, showed a rare smile in the eyes of the branch members. He raised his glass and said, "Congratulations on today's victory! Everyone welcomes Sanqing Daozu to speak."

Everyone looked at Sanqing Daozu!

This ordinary but charming executor.

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