Chapter 1

Ba Gui Province, Nanming City.

A certain old residential area, the night dark and heavy, old-fashioned streetlights casting a goose-down halo.

For a border city with poor economic development and equally poor public security, the night held little appeal. Low incomes, few brightly lit entertainment venues, and unsafe to go out at night.

Women risked being held up at gunpoint in the back alleys late at night, while men didn’t have that worry, but risked getting a kidney stolen.

The residential area was quiet, 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 room in a certain building, a wanderer of the world suddenly woke up. He quickly got up, turned on the light, and barefoot, cautiously went to the window and pulled open a slit in the curtains, surveying the quiet night scene of the residential area.

There wasn't a single person in the residential area, the greenery quietly bathed in the halo of the streetlights.

But the wanderer of the world knew that uninvited guests had come to the residential area, and a large group of them.

The cat was his eyes and ears, implanted with an aversion that made it scream when it saw a large number of strangers. Animals and plants were often overlooked, and they made the best guards.

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

The pupils of the wanderer of the world standing behind the curtains contracted slightly. If a group of strangers entering the residential area might be a coincidence, the wild cat stopping its meowing confirmed the identity of that group of people: official Xingzhe.

Manipulating animals was a specialty of Wood Demons. A group of official Xingzhe had entered the residential area.

The wanderer of the world made a decisive decision, activating the Dream Realm Transmigration skill, making his eyes deep, and causing bizarre and motley dreams to appear before him.

Regardless of whether this group of official Xingzhe were coming for him, it was always right to leave first.

It wasn't that he was being paranoid, but after Zhao Xintong's incident, with team member information being leaked, caution was necessary. Evil professions that weren't cautious enough often didn't live to the Saint stage.

Moreover, Xiao Yuan had also notified them in the group a few days ago that Grandmaster Wuhen had entered seclusion.

Team members should continue to remain in hiding, and if they encountered difficulties, they should still seek help from Yuanshi Tianzun, but everyone was scattered across the country, and even if Yuanshi Tianzun was a demigod, he couldn't be there whenever they called.

The wanderer of the world randomly selected a dream and was about to jump into it when he suddenly heard a cold snort beside his ear.

In the next moment, all of those dreams floating in his vision were annihilated.

And the wanderer of the world’s just-blurred body returned to reality.

The Dream Realm was blocked. Someone had prevented him from casting Dream Realm Transmigration. The only ones who could do this were sixth-level peak Dream Manipulators or Nullifiers… Were they not officials, but people from the Southern Faction?

The Southern Faction had found me? Impossible, I clearly changed residences, I've been living in this residential area for less than a week…

The wanderer of the world was greatly alarmed, and immediately cast Spiritual Manipulation, targeting the ordinary people in the entire residential building.

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

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

My ability has been blocked. It's the Southern Faction, they know best how to deal with illusionists.

The wanderer of the world suddenly coughed, coughing until his face was red and his ears were hot, his eyeballs were congested, the temperature of his forehead rose rapidly, and his limbs were weak.

He was sick.

It's a plague! Leave here, leave here immediately! The panic and fear in the wanderer of the world's heart exploded, overwhelming reason.

An illusionist like him was good at trickery. Once he was located and surrounded, he was half defeated, let alone the fact that his ability was now blocked by experts from the Southern Faction.

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

Amidst the splashing shards of glass, he jumped from the seventh floor into the bushes, with a "plop" and a "rustling" sound.

As if waiting for this moment, the surrounding bushes grew wildly, like tight thorns, imprisoning the wanderer of the world inside.

The moist soil turned into a pair of big hands, grabbing his ankles.

Crap! The wanderer of the world trembled in his heart, raised his head, and was about to let out a scream and cast a mental attack.

"Bang!"

The powerful sound of a sniper rifle pierced the darkness, waking up the residents sleeping soundly in the residential area.

The wanderer of the world's body suddenly froze, and horrifying mottled bloodstains splattered on the wall behind him.

Late at night, the Poison Chaser drove to the Nanming City Security Department. He was called by the "Liangshan Water Margin," who was on duty in the branch, saying that the headquarters' action team had arrived in Nanming City, and the person in charge requested to see him.

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

Bypassing the green belt, the Poison Chaser saw the "Liangshan Water Margin" standing at the entrance of the Security Department building, smoking with his head down, as if waiting for a long time.

The Poison Chaser leaned over, lit a cigarette, and asked casually, "What kind of people are these imperial envoys? Which department? What mission are they on this time they've come out of town?"

The Liangshan Water Margin shook his head, "They didn't say which department they were from. They gave the same reason as Lord Tianzun, saying they came to capture a wanted criminal. And the person has already been killed, he's in the morgue."

Speaking of this, the Liangshan Water Margin whispered, "They're all big shots. I checked their Lingjing IDs, they're all Saints. A team like this that crosses provinces to capture wanted criminals is usually elite, but it's extremely rare for all of them to be Saints."

All Saints, capturing wanted criminals, the Poison Chaser frowned and said in a deep voice, "Are they looking for me to hand over? Or have accomplices been caught who need our assistance?"

The Liangshan Water Margin shook his head, "They only said they wanted to see you, but didn't mention anything else, but I think they're here with ill intentions."

The Poison Chaser took a strong drag on his cigarette, and half of it quickly burned out. He flicked away 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, the Poison Chaser followed the Liangshan Water Margin directly to the morgue. At the entrance of the morgue stood a squad dressed in tactical uniforms, three men and two women, their expressions serious, all looking at them coldly.

"Enforcer Poison Chaser?" A short-haired, fair-looking woman said lightly, "Our team leader is inside waiting for you."

The Poison Chaser nodded slightly, left the Liangshan Water Margin, 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. On the table lay a corpse, covered with a white cloth.

The Poison Chaser's gaze swept over, and he tightened his coat again and took the initiative to speak. "Hello, I am the Poison Chaser, 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 sharp eyes suspiciously looking at him, "Enforcer Poison Chaser, we were ordered to capture a wanted criminal. The operation went smoothly, and that wanted criminal has already been killed."

He turned his head to look at the autopsy table and continued:

"This is a level six illusionist. We devoured his spirit body through props and discovered that he is your brother. Over the years, he has been working for you, illegally earning you merit and money."

"Go and confirm it. After confirming, we will take you back to headquarters for investigation."

The Poison Chaser's mind boomed, as if struck by lightning. His face pale, he rushed towards the autopsy table, and in those few meters, he staggered.

The Poison Chaser tremblingly stretched out his hand and lifted the white cloth, and saw a familiar face, a middle-aged man with a refined appearance.

The Wanderer of the World!

There was a blood-soaked hole in his forehead, his eyes wide open, staring straight at the ceiling, seemingly unwilling to die. His body was cold and stiff, and the time of death was more than two hours.

The Poison Chaser stared blankly at the corpse, like a stone statue with its soul taken away, and murmured: "Why arrest him? He's not on the wanted list, he's very low-key, he's never done anything illegal!"

While saying these words, there was no light in his eyes, and his tone was like a zombie, but tears welled up in his eyes, and uncontrollably surged down.

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

The Poison Chaser laughed miserably: "Return to headquarters for investigation? You took away my only relative in the world! You are driving me to a dead end."

Despairingly, he revealed his long sword!

"Cough cough, cough cough,"

The Red Demoness in her sleep woke up coughing, only to feel her forehead burning hot, and her breath filled with scorching air.

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

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

The Sweetheart Red Demoness immediately realized that she was being targeted by the officials, and the disease had unknowingly eroded 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 charged in yet was to allow the disease to continue eroding her, weakening her as much as possible, and even taking her down without bloodshed.

As a female Witch Gu Master, although she didn't lack experience in dungeon battles, she had always been law-abiding in reality and rarely clashed with officials.

Without familiarity with the official style and a lack of similar experience, fighting to the death with the officials was obviously unwise.

Moreover, she couldn't fight the officials in a residential building, as it would implicate too many innocent people.

Thinking of this, the Sweetheart Red Demoness staggered to the side of the closet, opened the closet door, took out a black jar, and grabbed a plump, round pupa from inside.

She swallowed the pupa in one gulp, and the full bee abdomen tore her nightgown, her skin was dyed with yellowish-black lines, antennae grew on her forehead, and her eyes became compound eyes like an insect.

Thin, single-winged wings spread out on her back.

She turned into a bee-woman like Xiao Yuan.

The pupa in the jar was given by Xiao Yuan, which allowed the Witch Gu Master to transform into a wasp, with weak combat power, but the speed of a wasp could be comparable to a supersonic fighter jet.

It was best used for breaking through. It should be known that most Saints were unable to fly, and Gu Master who could transform into Gu possessed absolute air superiority at the Saint stage.

After transforming into a bee-woman, the Sweetheart Red Demoness quickly ran to the window and opened the window.

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

The Sweetheart Red Demoness tore at the vines a few times, but failed to break them. She turned her head suddenly, and looked at the door with some despair. Light and numerous footsteps came from outside the door.

Emotions of despair and fear surged up. The Sweetheart Red Demoness stood stiffly by the window for a few seconds, and suddenly rushed to the bedside without regard for anything, took out the phone under the pillow, opened the phone book, and dialed her mother's number.

A dozen seconds later, the phone was connected, and a sleepy and tired voice came over, "Who is it?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tears silently flooded her face, the Sweetheart Red Demoness said, her mouth trembling, choking in her throat.

In the end, she didn't say anything and silently hung up the phone.

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

The living room was a mess, the furniture turned to powder, and an old 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 were all slightly injured, but nothing serious. With complete tactics, detailed layouts, and various auxiliary props, it was not difficult to hunt down an evil profession without any defenses.

The battle actually ended quickly, less than ten minutes from beginning to end.

The middle-aged man took out his earphones and issued orders: "The battle is over, notify the Security Department to come and deal with the scene."

As he spoke, he saw another companion walking towards the old man's body, and the man 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, at the point of death, didn't beg for mercy, didn't resist, but tremblingly 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 terrible prop or consumable hidden in the drawer.

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

The companion nodded, took out a coat covered in mud and put it on, his movements suddenly became slow, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders. He raised his heavy arm, opened the drawer, and was stunned by the things inside.

He picked up a thick stack of paper, glanced at it a few times, and said in amazement, "Petition materials, that's it…"

A thick stack of petition materials, some very new and some very old.

They recorded a teacher's lifelong blood and tears and grievances. They were very thin, so thin that no one had cared about them for decades.