The Tracker subconsciously activated Insight, pure white light surged in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was surrounded by it.

A baleful aura containing the power of slaughter. This was the Swordsman's passive skill - Tremor!

Specifically breaking ghosts and evil things, he entered combat mode in an instant, but still couldn't make up his mind. Killing people to silence them was not what he wanted, but leaving his post and even leaving the Five Elements Alliance was even more unwilling. He was caught in a dilemma.

The "Human Wanderer" behind the pillar was not as entangled as he was, and jumped out of the shadows without hesitation. He was a thin, gloomy, and ugly man. Of course, this was not his original appearance. Illusionists were the most outstanding masters of disguise in the world, able to change their appearance, temperament, and aura anytime, anywhere.

The Human Wanderer's left hand dragged a dark and deep long whip, and illusory runes floated around the whip, which looked like a prop specifically aimed at spirits. His right hand grabbed a copper mirror the size of a washbasin and shined it on the pre-level female wraith floating in the air of the garage.

He wanted to force the Tracker to make a decision with his own actions.

In the current situation, escaping from the Five Elements Alliance or pleading guilty were both unaffordable prices. In comparison, killing an official saint who was not to his liking was the optimal choice.

The Tracker's face twitched for a while, his masseter muscles bulged, and he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He held his sword horizontally to block the "Human Wanderer," and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

The Human Wanderer stared at him coldly, "Are you sure you want to become a wanted criminal with me?"

The Tracker's left eyebrow twitched, he took a deep breath, "Let's go."

The Human Wanderer snorted coldly, "Woman's benevolence! You are just like your father, you will never achieve great things in your life!"

At this moment, a calm voice came from the direction of the ramp at the entrance of the underground parking garage: "You can't escape. Now that I'm here, none of you can leave."

The two held their weapons and looked vigilantly towards the ramp. A figure walked out and appeared in their sight. It was the Fire Master who claimed to be "Sanqing Daozu."

"Tracker, you are an official executive. You should know that colluding with evil professionals is a capital crime!" Zhang Yuanqing's face was cold, and his tone was stern, "I just heard about your legend tonight, and I knew there was something strange about it. Now it seems that those so-called glorious achievements are just illusions created by you colluding with evil professionals. Your trick of brushing up your achievements is quite unique."

The Tracker gripped his sword hilt tightly, arched his back, tensed his muscles, and said in a deep voice, "I have my difficulties, but since you have already discovered it, I have nothing to say. Sanqing Daozu, executive, I only ask you to spare one person and let me leave."

"Spare you!" Zhang Yuanqing sneered, "You want to leave after committing a capital crime?"

The Human Wanderer's eyes narrowed slightly, and murderous intent surged.

The Tracker smiled bitterly, knowing that a battle was inevitable.

Huh, they didn't attack? Zhang Yuanqing stopped testing and changed the subject, "I have a few questions to ask you. If your answers satisfy me, I can pretend that tonight's events didn't happen."

The Tracker was stunned and said, "Okay, are you trying to buy time?"

"You only have one chance!" Zhang Yuanqing asked with a cold posture, "What is your relationship with this Dream Weaver?"

The Tracker couldn't help but look at his companion disguised as an ugly man, hesitated, and said, "Brothers, blood brothers?". Zhang Yuanqing asked again. "Half-brothers with different fathers."

"Don't play memes with me, I'll get angry. He's my dad's adopted son."

"So you use him to brush up your achievements?"

"Maintaining border security and eliminating black evil forces are our common ideals and pursuits." When the Tracker said these words, his expression was meticulous, as if he was swearing to the national emblem.

The Human Wanderer sneered, "That's your pursuit and ideal. What I want is revenge."

"No interests involved, no cooperative relationship based on interests, just a relationship between brothers and relatives?"

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, "I understand."

"Now please go back first, I want to talk to this Dream Weaver."

The Tracker's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said in a deep voice, "If you still refuse to let us go...!"

At this moment, the Human Wanderer saw a faint shadow floating out of "Sanqing Daozu's" body. Without any disguise, it was a beautiful woman with charming eyes and eyebrows.

He was first stunned and pondered for a moment, then remembered who this wraith was. Then, thinking of her master, the Human Wanderer's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said quickly, "You go back first."

The Tracker's cold and serious face stiffened slightly, and he turned his head to look at his companion in astonishment.

"You go back first, I'll be fine." The Human Wanderer repeated.

The Tracker looked at him carefully and found that his gloomy and cold-blooded brother had put away his hostility and murderous intent.

Who exactly is he? The Tracker's expression changed when he looked at Sanqing Daozu. After pondering for a few seconds, he said, "Be careful yourself." He put away his long sword, turned around, and walked towards the depths of the underground garage. His footsteps echoed in the empty space, and then disappeared.

Confirming that he had left, the Human Wanderer took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on. His features then returned to those of an honest-looking middle-aged man, and he said lightly, "Why are you here?"

"I came to catch a wanted criminal. My spirit servant saw you last night. I didn't believe it, so I deliberately called Kou Beiyue to ask and found out that you are from Gui Province." Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.

The Human Wanderer nodded and put his hands in his pockets.

"Need any help?"

He didn't exchange pleasantries and didn't seem enthusiastic, but his tone was calm and without vigilance, like underground party members making contact. Although everyone was meeting for the first time, they all knew that they had common beliefs and ideals. It was no exaggeration to say that they were comrades who could entrust their lives to each other.

Team members were like this. There was no friendship between them, but there was a belief that was more important than friendship, a common belief.

The Way of the Extraordinary was someone recognized by Master Wuhen and allowed to enter the Buddhist temple to listen to scriptures. Therefore, the Human Wanderer identified with him. Furthermore, deep down, he felt a trace of pity for The Way of the Extraordinary.

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