As a competent robber, Lu Ming can't give up halfway, otherwise how can he scare some people who want to be opportunistic?

Therefore, for this group of casual cultivators who wanted to leave, Lu Ming had only one request, that is, to leave all their belongings.

Those who have been sacked once must borrow a hundred taels of gold to buy their lives, as they said during the day.

No one dared to disobey this elusive supernatural person anymore, and he didn't even have the courage to make a move, so he handed over his belongings and fled in disgrace.

Lu Ming didn't force this part of the people to stay, they were all timid and mediocre people, and it was useless to stay.

After robbing this group of people again, sure enough, some loose cultivators in the city got the news, and no longer ran out, but swept away the last bit of luck, and obediently went to report to the Demon Division.

When Lu Ming returned to the Town Demon Division the next day, there was no scattered cultivation around the entire Qinglan City, and all of them were registered in the Town Demon Division and were placed in the city guard camp outside the city.

"The deputy commanders, a total of 1,331 people, have all been properly placed. Above the main hall, Xu Ben and Zhao Qingyun came together, and it could be seen that both of them had not slept all night, but Xu Ben was still excited.

"I've seen it all, these people are quite conscious, and they came before they arrived for three days. Lu Ming replied with a smile.

Xu Ben wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he still didn't ask the doubts in his heart, instead of inquiring about the identity of the mysterious supernatural person, it was better to rot this matter in his stomach and confuse everyone.

"Hall Master Zhao. Lu Ming looked at Zhao Qingyun again and asked, "Are there any stranded cultivators inside and outside the city?"

Zhao Qingyun hurriedly got up and said, "Everyone has been registered, and there is no omission." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Qingyun handed Lu Ming a dossier and said, "This is the roster of all the scattered cultivators, including detailed information such as their origins, realms, and purposes. ”

Lu Ming picked up the dossier and flipped through it casually, smiling inwardly. These people are still not honest, many of them have hidden their strength, and there is no way to verify the purpose of filling in.

Judging from his sweep yesterday, among these scattered cultivators, there are more than 30 people who have reached the eighth rank or above, but there is not a single one in the file.

These people are also relying on the fact that the Demon Town Division has no masters for the time being, and they just want to get through the tricks.

Lu Ming can't say anything now, he just needs to wait for Tie Lihua to get out of the customs and let her sweep it.

As for keeping these people behind, what is the use of collecting some food and lodging expenses? Lu Ming didn't think about it either, as long as they didn't cause chaos when the big war came, it would be a good thing.

If they really want to go to the battlefield, it's not impossible, but when the time comes, it's Tie Lihua who has the final say. In terms of commanding troops to fight, Lu Ming thought that he was far inferior to Tie Lihua, who had retreated from the Zhennan army.

"I will let the people of the Law Enforcement Hall patrol the city guard camp, but if there are people who pick quarrels and provoke trouble, they will be driven out directly. Lu Ming put down the file and said casually.

Zhao Qingyun and Xu Ben also showed relaxed smiles, and the crisis in Qinglan City was finally temporarily resolved. I'm afraid those outsiders don't dare to make trouble anymore, and now even if the Demon Suppression Division drives them away, they have to beg to stay.

"What if that mysterious supernatural person chases down to the city guard camp again, or if there is a black ant demon that continues to haunt the vicinity of Qinglan City?" Zhao Qingyun finally couldn't help but ask tentatively, he always felt that Lu Ming had nothing to do with that mysterious supernatural person.

Although Xu Ben still had a smiling face, he also looked at Lu Ming that he didn't ask questions, which didn't mean that he didn't have curiosity.

How could Lu Ming not know the thoughts of the two, he didn't deliberately deny it, but said with a somewhat affirmative tone: "At present, this supernatural person who coerces and disperses cultivation is a friend rather than an enemy, and he will not be embarrassed by my demon division." ”

Anyway, he is also boasting about himself, Lu Ming has no psychological burden.

Those who have a heart can at most guess that the supernatural person is related to the Demon Suppression Division, or know him Lu Ming, but it is impossible to think that the two are the same person.

Zhao Qingyun and Xu Ben left with their own thoughts, and Lu Ming quickly summoned the people of the Law Enforcement Hall and ordered them to continue to patrol the outside of the city, take turns to patrol the camp outside the city, and not let those people fight.

By the time everything was discussed, it was close to noon, and at this time, Lang Song, who had gone to the government office to ask for help, came back in the dust.

He stared all the way to the Demon Division almost from the beginning of his entry into the city, and his mood along the way can be described as ups and downs, like falling into a dream.

The corpse of the scattered cultivator hanging on the city gate made Lang Song secretly snort badly, and when he hurriedly entered the city, he saw the notices posted everywhere, which made him even more dumbfounded.

Lang Song could almost foresee that the consequence of doing so would inevitably be to cause public anger, and then those scattered cultivators would make trouble in the whole city and even the Demon Suppression Division, causing countless chaos and even killings.

However, after Lang Song entered the city, he noticed something strange again. Qinglan City, which was still a little depressed before leaving, seems to have returned to its former prosperity, and the people on the streets and alleys began to go out again with smiles on their faces.

Especially the discussion about the Demon Suppression Division, as well as the people's unsparing praise for the deputy commander Lu Ming, as well as a mysterious supernatural person who has disappeared and only heard his name, all made Lang Song feel a little confused in his thinking.

I've only been gone for three days, how can such a big change happen in Qinglan City? Those unruly loose cultivators are really willing to report to the Demon Suppression Division, and they are also concentrated in the camp outside the city to be controlled?

Finally returned to the Demon Division, when Lang Song saw Lu Ming again, he suddenly realized that he could no longer see through this top boss.

"Lang Song, what do you say over there in Donghua Mansion City?" Lu Ming asked calmly when he saw Lang Song returning, and directly sent the others away.

After Lang Song saluted respectfully, he said frankly: "The situation in Donghua Mansion is even more complicated than ours here, the Great Commander has asked us to act at the opportunity, and it is difficult to send experts to help in a short period of time. ”

"It's no wonder that the government secretary, in extraordinary times, we can still rely on ourselves. You've worked hard, go and rest, there's still a lot of work to do. Lu Ming saw that Lang Song was a little distracted, and said with relief.

"Hall Master, did that supernatural person help our Lord Lu Ping?" you ...... him" Lang Song didn't finish speaking, but was calmly interrupted by Lu Ming, "Shen Yan! Our Demon Suppression Division has nothing to do with that one, it's just a coincidence." ”

Lang Song is just too smart, just based on his rough experience along the way, he guessed a lot, and even directly suspected Lu Ming.

It was precisely because of this that Lu Ming sent Langsong to Fucheng at that time, so as not to disrupt his plan of action by insight. He knew that Lang Song had never respected him, although he had no dissenting intentions, but he had mustard, and he had to guard against it.

"The subordinates understood, and the subordinates retired. Lang Song's eyelids trembled slightly, and he hurriedly stopped and saluted and retreated.