Chapter 1 Listening to Yuanshi Tianzun's Serious Tone

Listening to Yuanshi Tianzun's solemn tone, Guan Ya and Wei Yuanzhou simultaneously looked at Baihu Wansui. "Illegal and undisciplined things..." Baihu Wansui's face immediately showed some embarrassment, and he stammered, "Why are you suddenly asking this? I, well, I sometimes use my position to make some side money, earn a little extra, you know. The organization's money, although not a small amount, to buy an apartment in Jinghai City, I have to save for at least five years to pay the down payment. "But I only earn a little extra, only a few hundred thousand. I have a sense of propriety. Besides, everyone does it..."

Wei Yuanzhou coughed beside him, displeased.

"That's you. I've never made side money. Don't blame your mistakes on the environment and society. As long as you stick to your original heart, no matter how much filth, you can't erode your will."

Baihu Wansui immediately felt ashamed.

"Brother Wei, I certainly can't compare to you. You're famous for being upright in our branch, but look, if you don't go along with everyone else, you'll be ostracized. You're still just a deacon." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Guan Ya, who nodded slightly.

It definitely wouldn't be something like making side money, but when it came to illegal and undisciplined things, Baihu Wansui only talked about making quick money. And his weak body and terrible mental state, if he were lying, he definitely couldn't hide it from Guan Ya... Zhang Yuanqing frowned gradually. Guan Ya said,

"You rest well. We'll be watching in the hospital these next few days. If the assassin who attacked you dares to come, we'll take him down for you."

After speaking, she saw Yuanshi Tianzun hunched over, silently walking out of the ward. "Where are you going?" Guan Ya asked. "I'm going to the restroom!" Zhang Yuanqing replied.

Going to the restroom to flush his descendants down the toilet. Damn it, he had to find a way to get an item to suppress his desires in the future... Zhang Yuanqing cursed inwardly. ~ ~ 10 p.m., Wuhen Hotel.

Two electric scooters drove over the potholed road, turned a corner, and drove toward the hotel, finally stopping at the entrance.

Kou Beiyue, wearing a deliveryman's uniform, opened the delivery box, took out a large stack of food boxes, and led his underling into the hotel with his head held high.

"Xiao Yuan, I brought you supper. Alas, two people doing food delivery earn money quickly!" Kou Beiyue placed the food on the front desk, beaming. The chubby boy took off his helmet, diligently untying the packages, and expressing his doubts.

"Two people delivering food certainly earn more than one person, but boss, there are many ways to make money. Why are we delivering food?" Kou Beiyue said as a matter of course, "Because we don't know anything else."

The chubby boy opened his mouth, but found himself speechless. He could only silently untie the bags and place the food boxes one by one.

After a few seconds, he expressed his doubts again.

"That's not right. Isn't it simple to make money? Boss, you're a Saint now. You can completely sell the Extraordinary stage items and become a millionaire. Wouldn't that be simple?"

Before Kou Beiyue could answer, Xiao Yuan said indifferently,

"Extraordinary stage items, if we no longer use them, we'll donate them to the Extraordinary Xingzhe (spiritual walkers) in the organization to improve their ability to deal with danger and ensure their survival rate."

The chubby boy suddenly understood.

He knew that Wuchen Da Shi (Master Wuchen) had a loose organization. Usually, they were scattered everywhere, and when the Master lectured on scriptures, everyone would gather at the Wuhen Hotel. At this moment, the sound of the elevator dinging came from the depths of the hotel. Immediately afterward, an old man with a bitter face and wrinkles all over his face came out of the hotel.

He wore a pair of wrinkled old leather shoes, a cheap short-sleeved shirt costing a dozen yuan, and equally cheap black trousers. The old man's skin was dark and shiny, covered with wrinkles, like an old farmer working hard in the fields or a short-term worker working hard on a construction site. One could easily see the vicissitudes of life on his face. "Uncle Zhang!"

When Kou Beiyue saw the old man, he revealed a look of surprise and said, "Why are you here? I just bought supper. Eat with me."

The old man with a bitter face shook his head slightly. "I'm looking for Wuchen Da Shi to resolve my doubts. I have something to do, so I won't eat." After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Kou Beiyue and asked, "Xiao Yuan said that your sister's case has been closed?" Kou Beiyue nodded vigorously.

"I have no more obsessions in the future. I will concentrate on cultivating with Wuchen Da Shi. By the way, it was that Yuanshi Tianzun who helped me overturn the case. Uncle Zhang, do you know him?"

"That kid is a talent. I have to admit, he's a little stronger than me. He's very friendly to people like us. I'll introduce you to him another day."

Hearing this, a sincere smile finally appeared on that weathered face. "That's good. That's good. Beiyue, you're lucky..."

He seemed to be not good at speaking, repeating words like "lucky" and "that's good" over and over again. Then he fell silent, awkwardly and woodenly turning his gaze to the chubby boy. Kou Beiyue hurriedly introduced him.

"He's our new member, Liangchen擇主而弑 (a virtuous minister chooses his lord to kill), he's my underling.... Uncle Zhang is a senior member of our organization, and he has a very good personality."

It could be seen that Kou Beiyue liked this kind and amiable elder very much.

An honest farmer, a little dull, a little stupid, not good at speaking, not good at socializing. This was the chubby boy's first impression of Uncle Zhang. He bowed respectfully and said, "Uncle Zhang!" A trace of helplessness flashed across the old man's slightly wooden face. Kou Beiyue said,

"Uncle Zhang, I heard Xiao Yuan say that you were injured by the official people a while ago. Who did it? Are you okay? I'm a Saint now. I can take my underling to avenge you."

Uncle Zhang was silent for a moment and shook his head. "It's not a big deal, Beiyue, Xiao Yuan, I'll go back first." He nodded toward the chubby boy again. Kou Beiyue said, "Take care." After Uncle Zhang walked out of the hotel, Kou Beiyue said to the chubby boy,

"Uncle Zhang's age is actually old enough to be my grandfather, but everyone calls him Uncle Zhang, so I call him that too. You just follow me.

"He's a little taciturn, but he has a good heart and is very willing to help younger generations. If you need any help in the future, you can ask Uncle Zhang for help, but Uncle Zhang doesn't come to the Wuhen Hotel very often, so you usually don't see him. Alas, I didn't buy much supper. It's good that Uncle Zhang left, otherwise, there wouldn't be enough to eat."

Freelancer, good heart. If someone else said this, the chubby boy would sneer, but after these few days of understanding, he knew that this was a self-salvation organization.

Xiao Yuan stared at the departing figure of the old man, his brows furrowed slightly. Jinghai City People's Hospital.

In the lounge outside the special care ward, Zhang Yuanqing sat on a high-backed chair, with a finished meal box and canned beer on the table.

"Captain Wei, how long have you been promoted to Saint? Why haven't you been promoted to deacon yet?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of iced cola and looked at the man across from him.

This entire floor of the special care ward had been cleared out. Ordinary patients had been transferred to other wards, and official Xingzhe (spiritual walkers) were stationed in the corridors and at the elevator entrances.

Guan Ya, with her insight, had taken over the hospital's monitoring room, while Xiao Lucha (Little Green Tea) was in the next ward, using props to monitor the surrounding movements.

They were just waiting for the murderer to arrive, and everyone would attack him together.

Wei Yuanzhou spun a can of beer in his hand and smiled. "To be promoted to deacon, you have to establish three or more C-level merits, or one B-level. Everyone says that B-level merits are exchanged for life, and A-level merits can only be obtained by elders. You're a genius, you don't understand the hardships of ordinary Xingzhe (spiritual walkers)."

"No, no, no, my merits are also exchanged for life," Zhang Yuanqing retorted, sighing, "I thought you were like Baihu Wansui said, not going along with the crowd, so you were ostracized."

Wei Yuanzhou said sternly,

"Holding oneself upright is the bottom line. I'm indeed not very sociable, but it's not to the point of being ostracized. As long as you concentrate on doing things, the organization will always notice you, it just takes time."

"I was shallow. I'll punish myself with a cup," Zhang Yuanqing raised his canned cola.

He admired this gentle-tempered, feather-cherishing Plague God very much. He was thinking about whether to dig him to Songhai. Although he didn't have enough merits, he couldn't be a deacon in Songhai, but he could recommend him to Fu Qingyang and let Wei Yuanzhou serve as the patrol captain.

Because the patrol team pursued wanted criminals, it was more suitable for accumulating merits. When Wei Yuanzhou had accumulated enough merits in the future, he could return to Jinghai City to serve as a deacon. It was still very difficult to serve as a deacon in Songhai. As a municipality directly under the central government, Songhai usually had level 5 or level 6 Saints serving as deacons. There weren't many level 4s.

Wei Yuanzhou smiled and raised his beer can, taking a sip. Zhang Yuanqing said, "Captain Wei, have you considered..."

Suddenly, Xie Lingxi's urgent voice came from the earpiece.

"Brother Yuanshi, I heard the colleagues patrolling in the corridor fall to the ground. There was a brief exchange of blows. Their heartbeats are still there, they're not dead, just unconscious."

The attacker really came! When did he sneak into the hospital? Why didn't Guan Ya warn him? There are no surveillance cameras in the corridor. He chose to clear the enemies in the corridor first... Zhang Yuanqing stood up abruptly.

Wei Yuanzhou, across the table, also put down his beer can, his face solemn. He also wore an earpiece and heard Xie Lingxi's words. Zhang Yuanqing pressed his earpiece and said,

"Did you hear the attacker's footsteps? In what direction?"

Xie Lingxi's scream came. "He's coming, he's coming to our floor... Hmm~" The sound in the earpiece stopped abruptly, replaced by Xiao Lucha (Little Green Tea)'s delicate moans.

In the next second, Zhang Yuanqing and Wei Yuanzhou, at the round table, felt their legs weaken, their heads dizzy, and a strong sense of fatigue and sleepiness surged through their bodies. At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of Extraordinary Xingzhe (spiritual walkers) falling to the ground in the corridor. Wei Yuanzhou quickly took out a tender green leaf from his inventory, held it in his mouth, and said in a deep voice,

"It's a colorless and odorless paralyzing gas. The source should be the ventilation ducts or central air conditioning. The toxicity is not strong, but it will seriously weaken our combat power..."

He immediately judged the attacker's method based on the situation of his colleagues.

The stronger the toxicity of Gu poison, the heavier the smell, and it would be immediately noticed. The attacker was very clever. He used the hospital's ventilation system to slowly weaken the official Xingzhe (spiritual walkers) in the building. Zhang Yuanqing scoffed. "I guessed it."

What tactics would a Spiritualist, who was good at using poison, take in a situation where he was outnumbered? When the patrol team discussed it privately, Li Chunfeng's guess was ———— using ventilation ducts to transmit poison gas.

Therefore, Zhang Yuanqing arranged for Xiao Doubi (Little Dopey) and the Ghost Bride to guard the central air conditioning and ventilation ducts, and gave each of the official Xingzhe (spiritual walkers) on duty a detoxification pill made by a tree demon. He didn't expect that they would still be tricked.

Zhang Yuanqing estimated that before the Spiritualist acted, he held a grand prayer to add a buff to his actions.

He calmly summoned the Mountain God Scepter, held this very costly but extremely powerful item in his hand, and activated the item's monstrous power function.

In an instant, a powerful force surged out from the scepter, converging into his limbs, and the weakness of his muscles instantly dissipated.

Zhang Yuanqing carried the Mountain God Scepter and rushed out of the lounge, just in time to see a man in a black coat, with a hunched figure and wearing a mask, rushing towards the special care ward in the brightly lit corridor. "Du!"

He slammed the Mountain God Scepter into the ground, and a green ripple spread out. The potted plants placed around the corridor came to life, grew rapidly, and extended tendrils, entangling the enemy who was charging over.

The enemy, draped in a coat and hunched over, was unusually agile, sidestepping, jumping, and dodging the tendrils, finally leaping up and stepping on the wall to escape the whip of a tendril, just in time to come in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

Under the black clothes, a metal-armored arm stretched out, the palm like a large rodent's forepaws, with sharp nails. "Hu!"

The claws brushed against the air, making a clear whistling sound, easily tearing through the young man holding the scepter. But this was just a phantom.

The hunched Spiritualist froze for a moment. Then, he lay his body to the left, his back pressed against the wall, as if he was dodging something.

"Bang!"

The ground where he had been standing was smashed to pieces. The young man holding the scepter revealed himself.

Missing with one strike, Zhang Yuanqing immediately flew up with a kick, showing super flexibility, his toe slamming towards the Spiritualist's chin. At the same time, he saw the half of the Spiritualist's face, rat-like black beady eyes, graying temples, and deep crow's feet, he was very old.

The Spiritualist's body suddenly collapsed, dodging again. Dong!

Zhang Yuanqing's viper-like kick left a deep pit in the wall. He did not hesitate to cast the Star Escape Technique, his body turning into a dreamlike starlight, just in time to dodge a claw that the Spiritualist swept towards his ankle.

Zhang Yuanqing's figure appeared dozens of meters away, his face green, and worm-like objects bulged under his skin, slowly crawling. He was poisoned and invaded by insect eggs.

The air was full of poisonous gas and dust-like insect eggs, entering the human body with breathing. "Cough, cough..."

The Spiritualist suddenly coughed violently, feeling tightness in his chest, discomfort in his throat, and difficulty breathing. His forehead was also burning up.

He was sick, and germs were attacking his immune system, bringing various discomforts. It was Wei Yuanzhou in the lounge who released the germs.

At this moment, in the corridor, a door was kicked open violently, and a red-haired girl rushed out. Without saying a word, she ignited her petite body with violent flames, like a meteor, crashing into the Spiritualist.

The Spiritualist, whose body was in an uncomfortable state, was about to cross his arms, trying to block the meteor's impact.

However, a ghostly shadow wearing a bright red wedding dress and holding a baby appeared silently behind the Spiritualist, completing possession. "Boom!"

The meteor hit the Spiritualist's chest head-on, sending him flying, spraying blood wildly, and his chest scorched black. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing used the Night Wanderer's powerful vitality to suppress the Gu insects and Gu poison, held the Mountain God Scepter in his left hand, and summoned the Bloodthirsty Blade in his right hand, chasing after the possessed Spiritualist at an even faster speed, the sharp willow blade "poof" pierced into the enemy's chest.

But Zhang Yuanqing knew that with the Spiritualist's vitality, such an attack was not enough to be fatal. He calmly pulled out the knife and slashed at the opponent's neck, intending to decapitate him.

The heavily injured Spiritualist, after landing heavily, seemed to have become less agile, moving awkwardly and unable to make effective evasions. Because Xiao Doubi (Little Dopey) had exchanged his agility.

To deal with a level 4 Spiritualist, especially in a situation where he was outnumbered, he didn't need to use all his props, nor did he need to use skills such as Howling Moon or Divine Travel.

Just then, there was a loud bang, and the floor-to-ceiling window in the ward next to Zhang Yuanqing shattered.

A black shadow broke through the floor-to-ceiling window, swept through the ward in an instant, rushed into the corridor, and knocked Zhang Yuanqing away.

This figure was so fast, so fast that he didn't even react. In a hurry, he could only roll over while using Night Wanderer to hide his figure. The black shadow did not pursue, but grabbed the Spiritualist's shoulder, carried him into the ward, and flew away from the broken floor-to-ceiling window.

Zhang Yuanqing chased after the figure with his eyes, and in the helicopter propeller-like sound of wings, he saw the sexy bee abdomen with black and yellow stripes, and the familiar and unfamiliar back. Xiao Yuan! He was stunned.

ps: Fei Tian Yu (Flying Fish) was drunk by me, he vomited for half an hour, and Xiao Long only knew to admit defeat, two wastes. But I coded a chapter after drinking. Sleep, sleep…