After deciding on the travel plan, Wen Wen waited in Tongling City for another day, and after Tao Qingqing completely handed over the work in Tongling City, he got into a black sports car and drove all the way to Shengjing City, where the headquarters of the Hunter Association was nearby.

In the speeding car, only Tao Qingqing and the three cubs who were driving, and Wen Wen himself entered the shelter.

The itinerary plan for going to Hunter Island has been sent, and all the demon hunters in the Washington region who are participating in the meeting must first gather at the headquarters of the Washington branch, and then go to a small town in the Golden Eagle Region to wait together, and then be unified to the Hunter Island.

This is the first time Wen Wen has left the Washington region, so there are some things to prepare in advance.

In the Washington region, the function of the shelter will not be hindered, but Wen Wen does not know whether other shelters will be able to enter the shelter normally once he leaves the Washington region, so he needs to make a good amount of advance.

I have to say that with Tao Qingqing here, Wen Wen can be a lot easier when driving, although the three cubs can drive, but after all, they can't be seen by others, and someone still needs to be in the car.

"Driving...... Wen Wen suddenly thought of something, and muttered to himself: "Speaking of which, can you train the three cubs to fly a plane." ”

That's right, Wen Wen felt that it was time for him to have a private jet that suited him, and as he grew stronger and stronger, his range of activities increased, and the maneuverability of the sports car was obviously a little lacking.

However, things like airplanes can't go to the black boss to rip off the bamboo, they can't get that kind of thing, Feng Ruixing can buy all civilian models, Wen Wen is ready to find time to get one through the channels of the Hunter Association, and I don't know how much magic hunting coins will cost, I don't think it will be too expensive.

……

Deep in the ocean, on an unknown island.

A figure in a white robe was leisurely pruning potted plants, and the faint white light floated leisurely beside the man, making the surrounding flowers and plants full of declared vitality.

Behind him stood a figure in black armor, this figure was the death rider Wen Wen had ever seen, and when he didn't need to carry out a mission, the death horse was the personal guard of the white-robed man.

Suddenly, a gray light flashed, and a figure in a white shirt and gray overalls suddenly knelt on the ground.

On the man's head, he wore two black iron conical hats, covering his eyes firmly: "Lord Guide, Mr. Deathrider, the breath of Eswakaz is gone. ”

The guide asked unhurriedly, "How is the witcher named Monument?" ”

"Alive." The man replied.

The guide smiled and said, "Then he should not be dead, but his breath is gone...... I guess I'm locked up in a shelter, and things are getting more and more interesting. ”

"It's the shelter again, my lord, we can't go on like this, the only containment officer we know about now is the demon hunter with the strength of the upper order, I ask that I lead the team to capture him for you."

The guide shook his head and said, "Do you know where he is, do you have what it takes to bring him back under the protection of Jinkla." ”

Death Rider was dumbfounded, he just instinctively felt that Wen Wen would be a big trouble in the future, but he didn't know exactly how to catch Wen Wen.

"The Hunters' Association holds an exchange meeting every three years, and that containment officer should show up at a specific location, and I'm going to see the new containment officer in person."

"That's just a small person, it's not worth your own hands."

The facilitator smiled and said, "If things are the way I think, then nothing is not worth it, and it is my loss to see him later." ”

The Dead Rider took a step back and stopped talking, for him the Guide's orders were absolute.

The guide looked at the bonsai plants and sighed softly, "Are you back...... How good it would be to die directly. ”

……

Golden Eagle Region, south of Fenling Island, port city of Nîmes.

The sky here seems to be gray all the time, with only a few days when there are sunny days, and the rest of the time it is all smog, the difference is nothing more than a large haze and a small haze.

This is the first city in the Federation to industrialize, and it has done so much to improve its economy, even if all the factories in the city have shut down, the weather here will never return.

There is a custom in this city that is not found in other cities, that is, wearing masks, men and women, young and old, all think that wearing masks outdoors is beautiful, and people who do not wear masks outdoors will be regarded as morally corrupt, and even roadside stalls will not sell them to him.

It is precisely because of this custom, which seems to be excessive in other cities, that the city with the worst air quality in the whole federation has become the city with the fewest respiratory infections in the entire federation......

The fog that spreads throughout the city provides a space for some unsightly creatures to hide, and according to the incomplete statistics of the Hunter Association, the density of monsters in the city is nearly ten times higher than that of ordinary cities.

At this time, on the south side of the city, in a cramped alley, a scavenger with a tattered body was wearing a mask made of underwear, squatting in the alley and eating a meal that was difficult to swallow.

Suddenly, a dazzling thunderbolt flashed, and after the bright light, a man wearing a felt hat and a brown coat appeared in the sight of the homeless man, who could use his mask to ensure that this person really appeared out of thin air, without any warning at all.

As soon as the man stood firm, he ran towards the homeless man, as if something terrible was chasing him.

No, not as if, but really!

The homeless man faintly saw that behind the man, there was a creature with a terrifying face like a rag, although the creature did not touch the man, but the man's face had been aging rapidly.

In just a distance of more than ten meters, the man went from being in his twenties to an old man who was about to die.

The homeless man was frightened by this strange scene, he had been wandering in this city for more than ten years, and knew that there were some things in the depths of the city that could not be touched, so he had always lived very cautiously, but today was the first time he had seen such a scene.

"Give me your time!"

The old man, who was about to decay, touched the shoulder of the homeless man at the last moment, and the homeless man was shocked to find that his physical strength was rapidly draining.

No...... It's not that physical strength is draining, it's time that is draining!

The old man quickly became younger, and the terrifying monsters that had been chasing after the man all gathered behind the homeless man.

Watching the homeless man's body age a little bit, and then wither into powder in a few seconds, the man breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that as long as he killed someone, those things wouldn't chase him for a short time.

"This time I was lucky enough to divert the hound's target, and next time...... Moreover, the number of hounds is becoming more and more frequent. ”