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Inside the warehouse.

The lights in the room were off, and it was still dark even though it was daytime. The sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground came from the shadows, a dozen figures paced slowly in the empty space, and ghostly murmurs echoed in the room.

"If you don't work...or die..."

"Dedicate your life...to the factory..."

People murmured and moved, buckets of industrial gasoline with flammable marks were brought out of the storage room, and everyone took a bucket. Then they raised the bucket above their heads, slowly unscrewed the lid, and poured the liquid in the bucket on their bodies.

Whoa, whoa...

The chemical substances volatilized in the air, and a strong pungent smell soon filled the air. But the figures didn't seem to feel anything unusual, and carefully smeared kerosene all over their bodies as if taking a bath, and then they all gathered around the person in the center, watching the person put his hand into his pocket, and took out a small, something shiny.

It was a lighter with a metal casing. In the darkness filled with the smell of oil, the metal shell looked so bright, like a morning star in the dark night.

As if attracted by its beauty, the people pouring gasoline into the ground all slowed down and turned their heads to look this way, acting like believers worshiping the priest in the center. And the person in charge of the lighter in the middle really opened the metal cover like a spiritual leader guiding everyone, and pointed the flame nozzle towards the person who was approaching him the most.

"If you don't work, you die..."

"Burn yourself for the factory..."

"Burn...myself..."

Under the gazes of dozens of people around, the person in the center put the lighter close to the opponent's chest, and pressed his finger on the ignition button, but just as he was about to press the lighter, another subtle voice came. into the hall.

Squeak.

It was the sound of the door being pushed open, extremely slight, but at this moment it pierced into the ears of everyone in the room like a thunderbolt.

They subconsciously followed the sound, and saw the faint light from the outside illuminating their eyes. Without exception, their eyeballs were protruding and their expressions were dull, just like zombies in the daytime. At this time, they were indeed like walking corpses, staring at the door in a daze——

In the sunlight that penetrates,

A black figure was standing.

The figure walked into the hall against the light, and the light curtain gradually receded from him, revealing those eyes that were darker than the shadows, and slowly swept across the hall.

In his eyes, the living "people" in front of him turned into stiff marionettes, and the hands holding the strings were hanging above them.

——On the top of everyone here, there is an illusory and fluctuating evil spirit. They cling to the bodies of those people like tarsal maggots, moving with their movements, as if they have turned into Organs they cannot see from the outside.

The first rule of demon slaying: No matter what method is used, mortals must never die before their eyes.

Then, the immediate situation is naturally included.

You have to find a way to get them out of this influence first.

Han Jiangchen slowly took off the long sword behind his back, grabbed the scabbard and held it in his hand. Just as he walked in, the person holding the lighter in the center changed his expression, and then shouted with a thick neck.

"Why don't you work?"

"If you don't work...you die!"

He yelled at Han Jiangchen who walked in, and saw the crowd of walking corpses around him start to move. Several burly male workers were attacking at the same time, and they burst out of the crowd with the smell of gasoline, turning Picking up the heavy gasoline barrel that hadn't been completely emptied, he lifted it above his head, and he was about to swing the oil barrel at Han Jiangchen!

Boom! Boom!

Before the oil drum fell, the muffled sound of physical collisions could already be heard. Han Jiangchen bent down suddenly, and the weight of the sword hilt in his hand poked their lower abdomen. The person who was hit immediately rolled his eyes, and the oil bucket in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, covering his lower abdomen, his whole body arched like a shrimp. up.

Han Jiangchen exerted his strength suddenly, stepped over the pile of people lying in front of him, and after a few seconds, his figure flashed in front of the person holding the lighter in the center. The three or four people guarding the surroundings came up to stop him, but they only got closer when they saw the scabbard lift up and slap their faces and sides with a strong wind, and the intercepted figure immediately fell down like a log fell. On the ground, holding the wound and trying to scream, but can't make a sound.

Indeed, it was less than a semester before he entered the school at this time, but during this semester, he was mostly in the middle of the three times slower cloud depth. In the blessed land, what he was facing was the phantom of sword light created by Shangguan Yuning himself - compared with the moves of the school teacher, the movements of these people in front of him were just walking!

The sound of bang bang came out repeatedly, and within a few times of rubbing against each other, there were already five or six moaning figures lying under his feet. But Han Jiangchen didn't even look at them, he just rushed forward, and without waiting for the person in front of him to resist, he had already wrapped his arms around his neck, twisted his waist, and the force of the rotation sent him directly to the ground.

With a bang, the man's head hit the ground, and he seemed to want to poke his face with the lighter after he fell to the ground, but Han Jiangchen immediately leaned over and took his arm with one hand, and squeezed it lightly, and the man seemed like Howled like a pig.

Amidst the screams of pain, the silver lighter fell from his hand unconsciously, and was caught by Han Jiangchen. When he squeezed his five fingers, his spiritual power erupted, and the lighter with the metal casing was crushed immediately, falling to the ground like a A piece of scrap metal.

He flung the remaining fire core to the corner with one hand, the man who fell on the ground was still crying while clutching his wrist, but the people around him all moved because of this change.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in the eyes of more than a dozen workers at the same time. Some kind of foreign thought overwhelmed their supposed fear, causing them to pick up the dangerous iron brazing steel frame around them, wave it around and shout loudly, from all directions. Han Jiangchen rushed over.

But then they saw Han Jiangchen standing up, pinching the scabbard of the spirit sword again with one hand, breathing out the spirit power, and then his figure suddenly became unreal, and he hit the rushing crowd several times in a row!

Boom! Boom! Snapped!

Every sound was accompanied by a muffled grunt. Han Jiangchen hurried past the crowd, followed by the sound of bodies falling to the ground. Within a minute or two, there were no more workers in the factory who could move.

They were lying on the ground one by one, gasping for air, looking at the only sword-wielding figure in front of them, the extreme horror in their eyes pierced the original dullness, as if they saw the killing god intruding.

Han Jiangchen was also looking at them, and his eyes fell on the top of their heads - the ghosts entrenched there obviously felt the spiritual power stabbed by him, and the shadows that hadn't fully possessed them immediately shook, and one by one, they left their bodies. As if escaping, it quickly drilled upwards into the ceiling, passed through it, and went to the upper floor.

As they left, the fallen people turned their eyes white one by one, and the sanity in their eyes gradually reappeared. But Han Jiangchen didn't look at them anymore, he just jumped up, channeled his spiritual energy and rushed towards the corner stairs, four steps at a time, swaying the stairs like a gust of wind.

The voice control in the stairwell was awakened by his footsteps, and the broken incandescent light bulb flickered on the stairs. The dark shadow stepped across the first floor in a few seconds, and the empty passage quickly returned to silence, but at the end of the stairs, there seemed to be a carnival-like noise.

There are only three floors in the warehouse, and he has reached the end of the stairs in a few tens of seconds. This floor is an unoccupied warehouse, with only one fire door exposed among the stacked goods.

The door was locked, and he breathed out slightly to adjust his breathing, and then exerted force with his palm, only to hear a crisp click, and a little inspired spiritual power directly broke the lock cylinder, and then he withdrew his spiritual power, Throwing the useless lock aside, then put one hand on the door and pulled it open forcefully.

The creaking sound echoed in the wide space, but was immediately covered by another sound.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

It was countless shrill laughter, leaking from the crack of the door and ringing in the skull, as if there were hundreds of children playing here at the same time.

But there is no child in front of him. In other words, there is no living person in the whole room, only illusory "ghosts" dancing.

The space behind the fire door was very empty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time, except for an old-fashioned oil lamp on top. The oil lamp floated in the air and gave off a dim halo, accompanied by a dozen translucent phantoms, floating on the top floor of the empty warehouse, making soul-stirring cries.

"If you don't work, you die..."

"If you don't listen to me, you will die..."

"Go to hell..."

The cry came to the face, and the consciousness seemed to be shaken by it. Han Jiangchen quietly watched the figure in the halo without any expression on his face.

Others might be baffled and frightened by the sight, but he was used to it.

After all, this is not the first time he has seen this kind of scene. He has seen similar scenes many times in the past ten years, so he can see the essence of these "ghosts" at a glance.

——This is the source of the factory's evil aura, an evil thing that lures people to destruction. In the concept of demon slayer, this is an enemy that has to be eliminated.

Since they are enemies, there is no need to treat them as "human beings" - this is what the teacher taught him, and he has accepted this kind of thinking.

Faced with this kind of existence, the only solution is to kill.

He took a long breath, and slowly bent down, like the prelude to a predator's pounce. At the same time, the figures by the oil lamp seemed to have sensed his entry, and then turned their heads one after another, with pairs of blurred eyes fixed on him firmly.

"Why don't you work?"

"Hurry up...go to work for me!"

"If you don't work...you die!"

The ghosts screamed, and the illusory figures rose up at the same time. A group of illusory shadows screamed and flew towards the door, with piercing buzzing sounds during the flight, like a swarm of bees rushing towards the intruding uninvited guest. A cold atmosphere instantly filled the entire room.

But at the same time, Han Jiangchen raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the Spirit Sword. The next moment his figure suddenly rose, and the stern sword light was unsheathed at the same time, as if splitting the darkness in front of him!

Cut through the air!

The blade swung a huge arc in the air, and the burst of murderous aura hit the first phantom pounced head-on. The sword light streaked across the center of its body, and the illusory body was cut open at the waist and cut in two from the air, like a punctured balloon bursting into air in all directions!

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—"

The flying shadows screamed, the blade made them feel an unprecedented threat, making them pull up quickly and want to fly again. But Han Jiangchen jumped up at the same time, rushed straight into the gathered spirit bodies, held the long sword and spun around suddenly, and saw the blade light draw a cold full moon in the sky, and two or three evil spirits that touched the cold light The nimbleness was like being thrown into a meat grinder, screaming and bursting continuously!

The evil wind blew up his clothes, Han Jiangchen fell from the air, and before he landed, he waved his hand, and the spirit sword flew straight out from his hand, piercing through the evil spirit's chest from the front, causing it to explode and hit hard. It was nailed into the wall, but it was not as deep as a palm.

He fell from the air, and when he landed, he leaped forward, pulled out the sword blade on the wall with one hand, and kicked hard on the wall at the same time, his whole body instantly regained momentum, like a hunting night owl, rushing straight A group of evil spirits in mid-air!

"No...don't work anymore..."

"don't want..."

"You...don't have to work anymore..."

The evil spirits begged instinctively, but it didn't make Jian Guang hesitate at all. I saw the sword shadow piercing the air continuously, and the evil wind exploded like fireworks one after another. If they were real people instead of spirit bodies, the room must have been full of guts at this time!

I will punish anyone who is evil!

The sounds of piercing the sky rang out, and the laughter of children was distorted into heart-piercing screams. The evil spirits scattered as if they saw the butcher's flock of sheep, and tried their best to avoid the holding beast. The figure of the sword, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of the spirit sword.

He pierced an evil spirit's body with a straight stab, then turned around and drove the blade to split the one on his side, and then swung his backhand after landing, stabbing the one behind him from the back. Finally, he jumped up again, the sword As soon as the blade was in the hand, it changed to an anti-grip, riding the force of the falling air, a sword pierced the head of the last evil spirit, the air mass burst, and all the movement stopped abruptly.

The last scream dissipated in the air, and complete silence returned to the room. Han Jiangchen stood up and stopped while looking around.

The field of vision is empty, only the oil lamp is still shining dimly, but at this time, the flame is like a candle in the wind flickering, and the flickering light makes the room flickering, like an ominous omen coming soon.

There are traces of spiritual power on it... Is this also the spiritual weapon that the school is looking for? From the looks of it, maybe this thing is the source of the evil spirits.

The existing evil spirits have been wiped out just now, at least for a while, no one will be harmed by it, so that's all he can do.

There are still people in the factory area, if they release the spirit weapon rashly, they don't know what accidents will happen. Then, it's better not to act rashly, and leave it to the more experienced seniors and sisters to handle it.

Han Jiangchen made a decision, put away his sword and walked towards the oil lamp, urging his spiritual power to seal it. But at this moment, an abnormal light suddenly flashed from the oil lamp.

It's like... the flames of a furnace!

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