Gather materials for filing, sign non-disclosure agreements, isolate survivors, and prepare media PR......

Rao is in the case of the flower snake paddling, the follow-up finishing work of the three Linghe is still very efficient, and the orderly division of labor and cooperation also allows Xuan Wei to see the difference between the special department and the traditional administrative department.

Not long after Pu Ji overtook the undead, the special department had almost completed a lot of complicated work.

Xuan Wei called Ming Ye halfway and briefly explained the situation at the moment.

Although Xuan Wei is not detailed and the words are very ordinary, the ups and downs of the plot like film and television works still make Ming Ye fascinated, and regret that he missed such a thrilling experience.

After learning that Xuanwei and Puji were going to stay in Huangquan Village for a while, the little guy didn't offer to come over to join Xuanwei and them, and very obediently said that he would wait for Xuanwei and them to come back in the township.

Hanging up the phone, Xuan Wei thought about it carefully, and dialed the phone number of his cheap uncle Yuxu Daoist.

In order to complete the task of the system, or out of the idea of eliminating demons and defending the Dao, with the chicken feathers of the Jade Void Dao people as the arrow, Xuanwei can get the maximum cooperation and support of the special department, so the success rate will also be greatly increased.

is not afraid of the enemy's cunning, but afraid of his teammates dragging his feet, Xuanwei does not want this kind of situation of dropping the chain.

After a few minutes, Xuanwei ended the call with satisfaction.

"There are people up there who are really easy to do!" Thinking of the many green passages promised by the Yuxu Dao people, Xuan Wei couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

When the water is clear, there are no fish, and on the premise of not violating one's own Dao heart, Xuan Wei will not resist this degree of flexibility.

……

Inside a villa on the outskirts of Jinling.

Syllable!

A delicate blue and white porcelain cup was slammed against the mahogany floor, shattering in all parts.

"Master, stop your anger!" a trembling voice came from the mouth of a young girl kneeling on the ground, revealing her deep fear.

The girl has almost no hair on her body, just a layer of veil, which can't hide her delicate figure at all, but has a bit of a glamorous temptation.

"Climb here!" said the old man in Tang costume, sitting on the sofa chair with a gloomy face.

The old man's hair was already gray, but his skin was firm and smooth, and there was no sagging or wrinkles that an old man should have.

The most bizarre thing is that the old man's face is extremely ruddy, and he looks full of blood.

The girl shrank and nodded, not daring to disobey the old man's order, and crawled towards the old man little by little.

The fragments of the porcelain cup that remained on the floor pierced the girl's palms and legs, and the blood-stained tulle dragged a trail of blood on the ground.

The girl gritted her teeth and endured the pain, but her face did not show even a trace of dissatisfaction.

Seeing the girl's humble appearance, the old man sneered, reached out and pinched the girl's chin, pressing it to his crotch.

"You'd better pray that the zombies are still there, otherwise this seat will use you to refine the Blood Soul Banner!" the old man said in a gloomy voice, pinching the softness of the girl's chest heavily.

The girl's body trembled wildly, her eyes were full of horror, and she was now working harder to serve.

"This seat has been laid out for so many years, if there is another ten years, the corpse of the national art master can be turned into a flying zombie, and at that time, the great seat of the world can be obtained, why hide it like now!" the old man looked at the computer screen on the table and muttered to himself angrily.

The old man's anger was vented on the girl's body, and in just a moment, the girl's fair skin was covered with shocking red marks and bruises.

"What is the situation now?, has the matter been exposed?" asked the old man after a dull growl, kicking the girl away.

The girl wiped the corners of her mouth, and replied in a slightly vague voice: "The disciple has investigated through internal relations, and now the police and the military are working together to search and rescue the buried survivors in the village, as for the secrets in the ruins of the brick factory, they have not been exposed for the time being!"

"It's only a matter of time, we have to recover those zombies before they are exposed!, although they haven't been raised as expected, but they are barely alive!" the old man lit a cigar and took a hard sip.

"Master, now that Huangquan Village is so concerned, is it too risky to recover zombies under the noses of the military and police worlds?" the girl asked worriedly.

"I'm not afraid of too many people, I'm afraid of too few people!" the old man sneered.

There is a saying that it is dark under the lamp, and the more you are under your nose, the easier it is to not see.

The old man was confident that with his means, no matter how many military and police officers there were, he could recover those zombies unknowingly.

On the contrary, it would be strange if there was such a big accident in Huangquan Village, but there was not the slightest movement.

"How many years ago did I last leave the villa, and it's time to go out and move these old arms and legs!" the old man muttered.

The girl looked at the old man in amazement, but she soon realized her faux pas, and hurriedly lowered her head in fear.

It was no wonder that the girl was so surprised, for in her memory, this was the first time that the old man had offered to leave the villa.

"If you waste can be of use, why do you have to go out yourself!" the old man stared at the girl with sharp eyes, and said with disdain.

"Brother, the disciple is incompetent, and he is ashamed of his master!" the girl kowtowed violently.

The old man spat out the smoke ring, waved his hand and said, "Get out, go and prepare the vehicle for the deity!"

When the girl heard this, she left the room as if she had been pardoned.

After the girl left, the old man directly snuffed out the cigar in his hand and whispered: "The things of foreign devils are not as good as red plums!"

Standing up from the sofa chair, the old man came to a wall and tapped rhythmically a few times.

With a soft thud, the walls slowly moved away, revealing a rather large dark room.

There are many strange things in the secret room, such as blood-stained cloth flags, black skulls made of unknown materials, fluorescent green wooden staffs, and old-looking jars.

And in the far corner of the secret room, a vermilion coffin was prominently placed.

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens, it's always right to be cautious!" the old man muttered to himself, reaching out and pushing the lid of the coffin open.

When he was young, Wang Huan accidentally obtained an evil sect exercise, and then he embarked on the path of evil cultivation.

Compared to other monks, his path of cultivation was undoubtedly much more difficult.

He started his practice too late, his exercises were incomplete, and he didn't even have a master to guide him, so that his cultivation speed was extremely slow for a while.

However, nearly a hundred years have passed, and those infamous evil cultivators who once needed him to look up to have either been destroyed by the righteous path, or they can't withstand the passage of time and turn into a handful of loess, but he, Wang Huan, is still living quite nourishingly.

Why?

Of course, there is a share of luck, but Wang Huan believes that more factors are that he knows how to be low-key and forbearing.

To put it mildly, it's just cowardice!