Coming out of Yang Cheng's house, the Force was gloomy in his heart.

His wife didn't offer much of value, but there was some circumstantial information.

After that harvest battle, when he returned home, Uncle Yang was always in a good mood, even a little excited. He rarely talks about ideals and the future with his wife, and he can't help but share his bright future prospects with her several times.

He was happy, and so was she.

During this period, Uncle Yang also led the team to go out to do two missions, and each time he returned from the mission, his mood would get better.

Before the second mission, Uncle Yang also specially led the team to a shopping mall in the city center to have a delicious barbecue, and the level of team building was significantly improved.

The Force could probably guess the reason for Uncle Yang's good mood.

The team has all been promoted to Black Iron Realm cultivators, and the combat exploits obtained every time they go out on a mission are far from being comparable to those in the past, and the future is bright.

After half a lifetime, the obsession of cultivation is eternal, and when I finally see the dawn, how can I not be happy!

It all came so suddenly.

When he returned from the third mission, Uncle Yang's whole person had completely changed.

Angry, depressed, silent.

His wife asked him if he didn't say much but smoke.

After two days at home, he led the team on another mission.

This time, he was carried back sideways again, as he had done many years ago.

It's just that it's no longer a serious injury, but a cold corpse.

His wife broke down instantly.

With the help of other family members and friends, he hurriedly finished the funeral and temporarily handed over his young son, who was still in the first grade of primary school, to his elderly parents to take care of him, and also soothed their old and painful hearts by the way.

That's all the Force just learned from Uncle Yang's wife.

She is not a cultivator, just an ordinary person, and Uncle Yang never talks to her about her cultivation, the only exception is the few times he has been happy with her to imagine the future.

Of course, she was not without doubts about her husband's sudden death, and even Uncle Yang's body was brought back by several other people in the team.

Every day, cultivators in the base city who are more powerful than Yang Cheng die under the minions of demon beasts, this simple and somewhat perfunctory reason, but there is nothing wrong with it.

Although she felt that there was something strange in her heart, what could she do as an ordinary person, even if she fed back to the Civil Affairs Bureau, it was only mediation and comfort, and she would not pursue the truth for her.

Not only unintentional, but also powerless.

If the cause of every practitioner's death had to be investigated, with the manpower of the Civil Affairs Bureau, there would be no need to do anything else.

If cultivation is regarded as a profession, there is no doubt that its mortality rate must be the highest among all occupations in the base city.

Unless there is conclusive evidence, the default rule is "practice the practice."

The bottom line of the Civil Affairs Bureau is that "spiritual affairs" cannot affect ordinary people, which is also the meaning of the existence of the Civil Affairs Bureau, to ensure that this basic plate is not scattered and chaotic.

In the end, she still accepted the fact that her husband died under the minions of the demon beast, what if she didn't accept it, there was a heavier reality waiting for her, both elderly parents, and an ignorant young son under her knees.

The Force clenched his fists secretly.

Although there is not much information to be obtained, this is enough.

Instead of going home, he turned and walked in the other direction.

Ten minutes later, he came to a more crowded and chaotic community, rows of eight-storey high, very poor lighting, like wooden boxes stacked next to each other, even if the work is finished, the air circulation seems to be "congested", let alone green.

Sideways to avoid the silence and numbness of the crowd, dodging the sewage under your feet, the clothes drying on your side, go up to the third floor, and find the innermost room.

There was a lot of household garbage thrown in the hallway of the door, and this corner seemed to have become a default garbage dump on this floor, and the smell was extremely pungent.

The wooden door was made of cinders and many inexplicable drawings, or rather, some kind of mess, and scratches from some sharp object.

The door was closed, and the Force gently pushed the door down, and with a soft "squeak", the door opened.

The room was empty.

Next to the door was a living room, but there was nothing left but an old table with a missing leg.

There is a wall partition inside, which should be a bedroom, in addition to a bed frame made of a few simple bamboo and wood, there is an open, empty standing cabinet against the wall.

In the innermost part, there are many traces of oil smoke and firewood, and a simple, poorly handmade bowl and chopstick rest, which should have been a kitchen.

The Force spun around for a moment and walked out.

But he didn't go downstairs to leave, and he heard some kind of noise in the distance from seven or eight rooms on the same floor, and he followed it.

In the small living room, there were three tables, and nearly twenty people almost had no room to turn around, crowded between them, the air was filthy and smoky.

The shouting and shouting continued, and those who sat in their seats were either in high spirits, or scolding, and sad, and others who were not in their seats were also watching with their hands on the sidelines, full of interest, which was very different from the numb and unwavering eyes seen in other places in this area.

Rubbing mahjong.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The door that was opened was knocked a few times, and all kinds of noisy sounds in the room stopped instantly, and they all looked towards the door.

A young man who obviously did not belong to this place in terms of temperament or dress was standing at the door.

"I want to ask you about personally, the family in the corner, the male owner is called Luo Sheng, has something happened in the family, why is there no one empty now?"

The Force directly asked the doubts in his heart, and the eyes of a room stared at him through the smoky air for a while, and soon, they each withdrew their gaze and went back to their own business, and all kinds of noisy noises started again, but no one responded to him.

"Play your cards!"

"Chicken!"

"Kong!"

"Haha, self-touch!"

......

"Whoever answered the message useful to me, this is his. ”

Seeing that he was ignored, the Force did not get angry, but took out a stack of brand-new hundred-dollar bills from his bosom, which were still smelling of ink.

A bunch!

Talking, shuffling and shuffling, even the green smoke of inferior tobacco in the room seemed to pause for a moment.

Soon, someone couldn't wait to speak up and break the silence.

"I know, I know about Luo Sheng's family, he seems to have joined some kind of joint defense team before, earning some extra money to subsidize the family. Some time ago, he was carried back and turned into a cold corpse. His wife went to the nearby Civil Affairs Bureau to cry, and the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau checked it and said that he was killed during the mission, and that he had a generous pension, and it seemed that he still had some military exploits...... Anyway, when he dies, his wife will directly become a little rich woman, and if she has money, who still lives in this hellish place? ”