Seven hundred and fifty thousand is not a decimal number, but it is not an astronomical number for Zheng Xian, and when he tore up the payment list, Zheng Xian thought of Tong Yi, and his girlfriends and mothers-in-law were probably going crazy when this kid died.

Zheng Xian is not interested in Tong Yi's woman, but Tong Yi has an old lady, Zheng Xian is a man who knows the Tao, although he has not met, but Zheng Xian has eaten the lunch box brought by Tong Yi's mother to Tong Yi, sauerkraut pork ribs, the taste is excellent, Zheng Xian is somewhat jealous of Tong Yi in his heart in private, and the boxed lunch made by his mother can be said to be what he dreamed of.

Thinking of this, Zheng Xian couldn't help but sigh slightly, with Tong Yi's way of death, most of them are the ending of not seeing people alive and not seeing the corpse, otherwise Tong Yi's corpse that was sucked into dry corpse powder is not convincing in any way, that is, Tong Yi is not dead, Tong Yi's wife will never know the Tao.

Tong Yi's mother naturally didn't know what her son was doing, and the final result was that Tong Yi's mother thought that her son was missing, and hoped that her son would return until the day she was buried in the loess.

Of course, the bonus that Tong Yi should get will be remitted to his mother's name, Tong Yi should have left his mother's account a long time ago, this is the rule, life and death are impermanence among the god hunters, the will was written when he entered the sixth division of the business, and the beneficiary has always been particularly important.

Zheng Xian's greatest pain was in this will, because when Zheng Xian wrote the will, he found out that if he died, he would not even have someone to receive the property. It is precisely because of this that Zheng Xian has always felt that he cannot die, and just as he thought, he has never died, even if all the people in the entire Seventh Office have died, he still has not died! At the same time, Zheng Xian has no habit of saving money at all.

In the deserted office, behind the heavy metal door, Zheng Xian sat on the edge of the polished metal table, holding a cup of freshly brewed flower tea and drinking it tastelessly and slowly, time passed slowly around Zheng Xian like a steaming steam rising from the flower tea.

Zheng Xian was thinking about how to hide his identity as an immortal cultivator when wearing a helmet, the helmet not only had information about the opponent, but also fed back the wearer's heartbeat, blood pressure and other body information to the command center of the scientific research room, so once Zheng Xian used his cultivation, it was likely to cause various changes in his body, and this kind of change was actually nothing if it appeared occasionally, after all, people have explosive power, especially these godhunter warriors have a strong desire to survive, and it is very common for some strength to suddenly erupt, but if it continues to appear for a long time, it is too unusual！

There can be a time to kill immortal cultivators with bare hands, this time the situation is more special, Zheng Xian is not qualified to receive equipment, and there is a bet first, it is estimated that no one doubts anything, but if it is qualified to obtain equipment, Zheng Xian also goes into battle with his bare hands, it is too easy to make people suspicious.

Daoyu is not an immortal cultivator, so he has no scruples, but he Zheng Xian can't take a little risk, once the suspicion falls on him, if he wants to investigate whether he Zheng Xian is really an immortal cultivator, he only needs ten milliliters of fresh blood drawn within thirty minutes.

Zheng Xian thought about it, and only thought of one way, that is, to continue to defeat the immortal cultivators with the strength of the battle armor, and not use the slightest vitality power, even when he was on the verge of death.

There are two ways for God Hunters to hunt Immortal Cultivators, one is to find them themselves, and the other is to wait in the office for the distribution of tasks.

On the one hand, looking for immortal cultivators by themselves relies on information from all aspects, such as the information from the police, where strange cases have occurred, and on the other hand, it is by looking for clues of the exhaustion of vitality power, and there is also a kind of wandering around the street with vitality observation instruments, looking for those guys whose vitality is slightly higher than ordinary people to screen one by one, after all, the current immortal cultivators have learned the way to hide their vitality power, and the vitality of the previous immortal cultivators is released, the means of hiding the vitality force are becoming more and more sophisticated, and it is getting harder and harder to dig them out of the crowd!

The biggest shortcoming of Zheng Xian's office is that it can't find immortal cultivators, otherwise the Seventh Office wouldn't have been at the bottom of the performance in two years, and now Zheng Xian is left alone, and it will be even more difficult to find immortal cultivators.

And waiting for the distribution of tasks is really a very passive thing, Zheng Xian and Tong Yi have been suffering this loss, the two of them had to sit and wait for the task because of the poor news, but the tasks were all snatched up, and all the two of them could contact were some D-level or even E-level small shrimps that others disdain!

As soon as the real oil and water mission appears, it will be snatched away immediately, and the Seventh Office, which has always been unlucky, has been eating ashes every time!

That cook was discovered by Tong Yi himself, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get this vegetarian C-level immortal cultivator!

Especially now that there is a dispute between Zheng Xian and Daoyu, Daoyu and the third office behind him will definitely not ask him Zheng Xian to grab the task!

Thinking of this, Zheng Xian took a sip of flower tea, his heart was extremely melancholy, and he began to think about whether he could no longer sit in the office and wait blindly tomorrow, so he would go around and try his luck.

Immortal cultivators can't be hunted every day, the wall clock on the wall ticked and finally came to the end of five o'clock, Zheng Xian put down the flower tea in his hand, took out Tong Yi's big box of more than two catties of bitter tea in the cupboard, and then walked out of the seventh office.

The Hunters were all off work at this time, and the hallways that seemed to everyone to walk through forever were the busiest time of the day.

As soon as Zheng Xian walked out, the originally noisy corridor immediately became silent, and the eyes of more than ten immortal hunters looked at Zheng Xian in unison, looking at Zheng Xian, who was alone.

These gazes contain all kinds of emotions, but the most are hatred, and there is some pity, but the eyes of pity are more hateful to Zheng Xian than the gaze of hatred, because that pity is based on ridicule!

Zheng Xian was about to leave when the Bluetooth headset in his ear suddenly rang.

"An estimated D-level immortal cultivator appeared near the Black Mountain Pass, and two immortal cultivators were needed to hunt. Repeat......"

This voice sounded in the ears of all the God Hunter Warriors, but as soon as they heard the D-class Immortal Cultivators, the God Hunter Warriors frowned in unison, and when they heard that it was near the Black Mountain Pass again, all the God Hunter Warriors frowned even tighter, and then let go, whoever they love will go, anyway, they won't go.

Black Mountain Pass is definitely an ominous place for the god hunters present, eight days ago, it was there that eighteen god hunters died fourteen, only four came back alive, the last time it was a B-level immortal cultivator, but the most difficult result was the existence of the A-level immortal cultivators, this time it was said that it was a D-level immortal cultivator, God knows what exactly appeared in the Dao? Even if it's really just a D-level immortal cultivator, these god-hunter warriors don't want to go, that place in Montenegro Pass is really unlucky, it's really unnecessary to run so far for a D-level immortal cultivator who is only worth lunch money, it takes several hours to come and go,

Almost all of them are focusing on Zheng Xian, the reason is very simple, there is no shortage of such a D-class locust here, only Zheng Xian needs performance the most, Zheng Xian's seventh office has been catching this kind of small miscellaneous fish everywhere, and that kind of evil place can only come back alive if Zheng Xian, a guy who can't die, goes, this locust is simply tailor-made for Zheng Xian.

Zheng Xian felt the eyes around him, glanced back at them, and then pressed the earphone and said, "I'll sign up!"

Zheng Xian signed up, which is equivalent to blocking the road of other people who signed up, and going out to hunt gods with Zheng Xian is simply looking for death, is there still anyone in the sixth division of the entire business who thinks that their lives are too hard for Zheng Xian?

So the original task of the two people was the heaviest, and then Zheng Xian took over alone.

The guys in the third office watched from afar and sneered.

A D-level immortal cultivator, a fully armed god hunter warrior, can still handle it completely, such as the previous situation where the strength of a B-level immortal cultivator suddenly skyrocketed to become an A-level immortal cultivator, it is too rare, too uncommon.

Zheng Xian took out a piece of Kuding tea and chewed it slowly in his mouth, put the rest back in the office, took out the plastic bag he bought in the computer city that morning, turned out a button-sized thing from it and put it in his pocket, and then went down to the fighter cabin, the empty battle weapon cabin seemed to echo Tong Yi's voice, Tong Yi's high-pressure jet armor was no longer there, the damage was too serious, and now it is estimated that it has been lying in the destruction station as a waste product. I don't know if Tong Yi, who has always wanted to steal this battle armor, will feel a little better to die in the battle armor.

Zheng Xian put on his armor, turned around and went to the outskirts, the jet bag behind him spewed out light blue flames, everything around Zheng Xian was quite familiar, and the road he had walked eight days ago was the one he had walked eight days ago.

As the Black Mountain Pass got closer and closer, Zheng Xian's helmet showed the picture of that thing, the days in October were getting shorter and shorter, less than seven o'clock in the evening, at this time the sky was completely dark, and the moon was flickering and darkening, so the picture transmitted back by the satellite was too blurry, and even the figure could not be identified clearly, but fortunately, there was still a vitality scan, which could scan a human form from a distance that constantly swallowed the vitality around it, this kind of sweeping image was like a thermal image, everything was blurry, that is, a shadow could be seen.