Although it was just a false alarm, according to Ye Yangcheng's character of protecting his shortcomings, even if he couldn't settle the score with the God Prisoner for a while, these killers who seemed to be killers but did not look like killers must have someone commanding behind their backs, right?

There is no way to find the bad luck of the God Prisoner. Ye Yangcheng would never mind pulling out this bastard who was hiding behind and instructing these killers to attack in large numbers. He exclaimed his anger for a long time. Ye Yangcheng was not willing to suffer losses. He used to be not, now, and even more so.

Although Ye Yangcheng knew very well that the reason why the killer attack targeted his mother Wu Yufang was because Liu Xueying had been working in her store for a few days and had contact with this. You must know that Ye Yangcheng's mother Wu Yufang was a very easy-going person and had a good relationship with Liu Xueying at that time, but it was because of this attack by the killer...

Unconsciously, Ye Yangcheng's disgust towards Liu Xueying became even deeper. Although he had long been thrown into Java by him, now, let alone the friendship between classmates, even if she had been bed with Ye Yangcheng, Ye Yangcheng would never be merciful when he started to fight.

"My mother is so proud, I don't show my power, my real mother treats me as a soft persimmon." Looking back at the death of the little fat man, Xiao Tianji and the others, I remember that his high school classmate who was killed by Liu Xueying a few days ago, Ye Yangcheng's stomach was filled with evil fire, and his face was even more gray.

It seemed that he had noticed Ye Yangcheng's violent emotional fluctuations. Pombo, who had been reporting on the progress of the matter, closed his mouth very consciously, and the broken voice surrounding the hotel guest room finally calmed down.

The man and the dog were silent for more than a minute. Suddenly, Ye Yangcheng looked down at the pomrose, narrowed his eyes and said, "pomrose, order to leave a living mouth and pick a hidden spot to start."

"Yes, master." Pombo understood that the difficulty of leaving a living mouth was increased a lot, but it could only obey the orders under Yeyang City. He nodded and agreed immediately, silently conveying Yeyang City's latest instructions to the seven dog department squadron leaders and four cat department squadron leaders.

After taking a look at the pomrose, Ye Yangcheng turned to establish a spiritual connection with Bilawood, who was flying all over the sky to capture ghosts, and said, "Bilwood, notify others that a living person will be controlled and stand by at any time. After receiving my message, he will immediately take the person away and then notify my location."

Bilawood, who was traveling through the air, was stunned for a moment when he heard Ye Yangcheng's order, but then he nodded and agreed: "Yes, master, Bilawood understands."

Ye Yangcheng is carrying out protection and counterattack in full swing, constantly protecting ordinary people involved in Liu Xueying from the attacks of the killers, and constantly killing those killers who are trying to assassinate. Those who are lucky can still be reincarnated. Those who are not lucky will be controlled by Bilawood and others who arrive later...

On the other hand, as the news continued to spread, the extremely confused Fu Yizhi finally understood the whole story and understood the real reason why Ye Yangcheng asked him to collect this information

A man paced back and forth in the office, refining and renovating the already determined plan. Fu Yizhi pulled over the chair and sat down in front of the computer, created a word document. After a little thought, he began to typing the keyboard at the computer.

Slowly, a report on the causes and consequences of collecting information was released. According to the situation described by Fu Yizhi in this report, the main reason why he wanted to collect this information was because he found some clues.

An unknown killer organization suddenly went crazy and wanted to assassinate those who were related to Liu Xueying. The Yiren, who were active in Zhejiang, wanted to rescue these people from these killers. In order to find clues and evidence in the battle between the two sides, and uproot these Yiren active in Zhejiang, he hurriedly began to search for information about these people, and rushed to the ordinary people at the center of the war between the two sides as soon as the incident occurred or between the incident...

This round lie report does not have much technical content, and it just makes Fu Yizhi's own identity into a third-party seat. However, it is this small change that not only ensures that the relationship between Fu Yizhi and Ye Yangcheng will not be leaked, but also ensures that Ye Yangcheng's identity will not be leaked to the greatest extent.

After writing this report, Fu Yizhi couldn't help but sigh and secretly praised his quick thinking: "It's so smart."

With such a report in hand, Fu Yizhi no longer has to worry about any other problems, because before Yeyangcheng took action, Fu Yizhi had already arranged for the people on his side to start taking action. No one would connect any relationship between Fu Yizhi and Yeyangcheng in terms of time or identity.

Fu Yizhi, who was relaxed physically and mentally, sat on the office chair and looked relaxed and comfortable.

What was exactly the opposite of him was that Dong Changchun, who was far away in an office in a building in Yantai City, Shandong Province, had a pale face at this moment, trembling with his lips and holding the phone, and was trembling and unable to speak.

Starting from around 8 o'clock in the morning, with his command, the two hundred elite members of the Demon Hand Chinese branch who secretly sneaked into the reserve site began to act quickly. At the beginning, he did receive several good news. The target had been successfully killed, and the killer was rushing to the next target location.

Originally, Dong Changchun thought that this large-scale assassination would be able to go smoothly. No matter what kind of storm he would cause in China after doing so, he only knew that if these people did not die, he would not be able to survive.

So, when he heard his subordinates say that everything went smoothly, Dong Changchun almost wanted to have someone open champagne to celebrate, but unexpectedly, less than half an hour had passed, and eight pieces of good news were passed back, and the bad news fell in front of him like snowflakes

I lost contact with this subordinate later, and I lost contact with that subordinate later. These subordinates who were sent out to perform missions suddenly evaporated, disappearing without a trace.

The best result is that they are dead, and the worst result is that they fall into the hands of the police, or the Chinese supernatural incident handling center that he is more afraid of is not a good news for him, or even a very desperate news for him.

Whenever you lose contact with someone and cannot determine whether the other person is alive or dead, Dong Changchun's mood will be a little gloomy. At the beginning, he can comfort himself. It's just an accident, but...

As time went by, he lost contact with these subordinates one by one. While Dong Changchun was extremely frightened, he also lost the patience to continue waiting. Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to leave the building and flee with his old capital he had accumulated over the years, Zhong Xiuhui's cold voice suddenly sounded behind him: "How is the matter doing?"

The doors and windows were closed and locked. The sudden sound really scared Dong Changchun to death. He almost fell down even the phone in his hand. Fortunately, he was quite agile and barely held the phone firmly, he tried to make his expression look calmer, turned around and knelt down slowly, and kowtowed three times: "Hello, saint."

"I don't want to repeat it again." Zhong Xiuhui ignored Dong Changchun's kneeling salute. Her cold voice did not have any emotional fluctuations, especially the strange dagger she held in her hand, which made Dong Changchun feel even more frightened.

But he was also a high-ranking gang of evil forces. More than ten years of ups and downs have given him enough temper. Although he was frightened at this moment, he did not show too much strangeness on his face, and tried hard to control his trembling mood. He said in a cautious voice: "If you go back to the saint, everything will go well, but there are still some goals and information that are different. They are searching, if nothing unexpected happens..."

"You have no capital for accidents. Remember, you only have two days." Before Dong Changchun finished speaking, Zhong Xiuhui had already interrupted his narrative coldly and said: "By tomorrow afternoon, if you can't leave a living, then... you and your gang of waste subordinates don't need to continue to stay in this world."

There are threats and murderous intentions when he opens his mouth. Dong Changchun is extremely nervous, but now he is lying dead, and not cheating is even more lying dead. People have the idea of ​​luck. Dong Changchun cannot let this glimmer of hope and reveal the facts.

So, after hearing Zhong Xiuhui's words, he kowtowed three times respectfully and replied: "Please rest assured, the saint, my subordinates will definitely do their best..."

"Hmph..." After a cold snorting, Zhong Xiuhui, who suddenly appeared like a ghost, disappeared without a trace like a ghost, and the whole room was filled with a strange aura.

When he noticed Zhong Xiuhui's departure, Dong Changchun, who lowered his head, slowly raised his head. His face was already wet, and sweat soaked his clothes.

He trembled slightly and climbed up from the ground. Just when he thought he could have enough time to escape, Zhong Xiuhui's voice sounded strangely in his ears: "Come on."

"I..." Hearing Zhong Xiuhui's words suddenly, Dong Changchun's face changed, then smiled miserably, and owed his body and replied: "Yes, the saint..."

At this moment, he was like the old man Fengzhu at the dusk of the west, as if he would pass away at any time. In other words, he had lost confidence in the continued life, and he knew that his life had come to an end...

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