Urban Demon Slayer

100 military thorn, sharp

Outside the window, a stainless steel spatula floats quietly here.

No one noticed its existence.

Even if they noticed, no one would care about a spatula.

For a moment, the spatula fluttered away until it flew more than a hundred meters away before entering an alley. Then there was a flash of white light, and the spatula turned into a Taoist priest again.

"How's it going?" The young man from Huokou immediately came forward and asked.

"Wang Qianchen isn't here, he probably hasn't come back yet!" Wu Weiwei said in a low voice.

"What should we do?" the young man with a gap asked again.

Wu Weiren looked around and observed the terrain. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and said, "This is the only way to go back to Zhezhe's Car Wash. Let's go further and try to stay as far away from the Demon Slayer's station as possible. One o'clock...then intercept and kill Wang Qianchen on the road!"

"Okay!" The gaping young man nodded.

In the city, there is a rental house in the basement.

After a lot of hard work, Mr. Honglou’s thousands of books were finally packed away, and the Qiankun Bag was still in its original shape.

So, it looks like there is no change at all.

"What a magical thing..." Wang Qianchen said with emotion.

"That's for sure. It's a spiritual weapon used by 'gods' after all..." Ban Bian said proudly.

"Master, can I also enter the Qiankun Bag..." Mr. Honglou said shyly.

"You want to go in too?" Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

"Ah, I want to read a book...and I can help you hide your evil aura even if I'm inside. And if you need anything, just ask me out!" Mr. Honglou explained quickly.

"No, I mean you, a living person, can get in here?" Wang Qianchen was a little surprised.

"Yes. Although there is no air in here, my true form is a book and I don't need to breathe. Unlike other monsters..." Mr. Honglou explained in a polite manner.

"So that's it..." Wang Qianchen nodded: "Then come in!"

He just happened to feel that having a book and a brick tucked into his lower back was a bit cumbersome.

Wang Qianchen opened the Qiankun bag, Mr. Honglou threw it in, and his body turned into a

A stream of light went in.

"Do you want to go in?" Wang Qianchen asked Ban Zhuan again. With this Qiankun Bag, Ban Zhuan can appear again with just a move of his hand.

"I won't go in. There is a sour scholar inside, and there are a bunch of sour and smelly books!" Ban Zhuan said "poof".

Wang Qianchen didn't force it, he stuffed the bricks back into his waist and left the rental house.

To the east of the city, there is a village in the city, atop ruins.

Several excavators turned on their headlights, illuminating the scene in white, and their diesel engines hummed like roaring steel monsters in this desolate area.

Behind the excavator were dozens of hooligans armed with knives and sticks.

Not far away, an old man with gray hair, wearing a military uniform, and a chest full of badges, holding a short military thorn in his hand, stood upright like a green pine in front of the door of a two-story building.

The badge flashes and the spurs are sharp!

Behind him, there is a bright red flag.

The cool breeze blew, the red flag fluttered, and the old man's military uniform

The pendulum also makes a hunting sound.

The two sides had been facing off for several hours, from afternoon to dusk, and from dusk to night.

At the very back of the crowd was a white Toyota Cruiser.

In the car, a plump middle-aged man sat, wearing a gold chain as thick as his thumb on his chest, and holding a thick, fragrant cigar in his hand.

Looking at the old man in military uniform not far away, the middle-aged man sighed softly, took out his flip phone and made a call.

"Mr. Xin, this is the last house... It's not that I won't demolish it, there is an old man blocking it... Yes, the old man is easy to deal with, but he is not an ordinary old man. He is wearing a military uniform, with his chest There is still a badge hanging on it, and he looks like a veteran, the kind who has been on the battlefield... Yes, I know I have more people, but if I really get him, there won't be any trouble, right?" The middle-aged man hesitated a little. Undecided.

"Just do it, no matter what happens, I will take care of you!" Mr. Xin's cold voice came from the other side of the phone, and then

There was also the sound of "dong dong dong" music and laughter, and they were obviously drinking and having fun.

"Hey, when you say that, I understand! Okay, Mr. Xin, you can get busy and I will do the rest." The middle-aged man felt confident and immediately hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man did not get out of the car in a hurry. Instead, he finished smoking the cigar in his hand, then took out a tissue and wiped his hands carefully, not even leaving the dirt in his fingernails.

After finishing all this, the middle-aged man opened the car door and walked out.

"Crunch, crunch -"

The middle-aged man walked on the ruins full of bricks and cement, and soon came to several excavators, his figure illuminated by the white headlights.

"Old man, I admire your courage... Can I ask, what is your name?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Sun Youcai!" The old man in military uniform said with majestic expression without changing his expression.

The middle-aged man carefully recalled that there was no big shot named Sun in Luzhou City, and then he waved his hand and said to the person behind him:

"let's go."

(End of chapter)

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