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Pushing open the thin door, Xintian stepped in. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The house is not small, about forty or fifty square meters, but the facilities are extremely simple, except for a large bed, which takes up almost a third of the whole room, there is almost nothing.

It seems that this Zhou Jie doesn't seem to be doing well.

Following his vague memory, Xintian lifted the heavy mattress and took out a palm-sized black wooden plaque from it.

"Could it be that this is the door number of the Inner Sanctum Recycling Division?" Xintian looked at the tattered wooden plaque, and was a little surprised in his heart, "This ...... It's no different from scrap wood. ”

Although this Zhou Jie is so poor, he is a serious "civil servant", the Inner Temple Recycling Division, although it is not so lofty, it is also the official institution of the inner temple of the abandoned city, and it is one of the limited institutions recognized by the Meizu people.

Now that he is wanted by the City Lord's Mansion, the identity of the Pavilion Master of the Pavilion is useless for the time being, and Xintian is still counting on the secret of using this institution to get close to the soul crystal.

But from this tattered door number, it can be seen that this so-called recycling department may not be an important place.

"Let's be a dead horse doctor!" Xintian thought helplessly.

This trip to the Heavenly Soul Treasure took a lot of time, and now there are only about 50 days left before the 100-day covenant of Nalan Feixue, and if the time required to plane the road is removed, there is really not much time left for Xintian.

Xintian was a little anxious in his heart, and he picked up this black wooden card and went straight to the Inner Temple Recycling Division.

However, after opening the door, Xintian suddenly froze.

"It's ...... Lots of guests?"

At some point, the door was crowded with men and women dressed in black, and when he saw Xintian walking out of the small black house, he immediately burst into "cheers and screams".

"Zhou Jie is back, come quickly!"

"Sisters, that damn Zhou Jie is back from hunting, hurry up and ask for money, you won't be able to catch up if it's too late!"

"The surname is Zhou, the money you owe me should be repaid......"

"Damn, so many girls, blocking the grandfathers, get out of the way of us, I'm going to hack Zhou Jie to death!"

"Bastard Zhou Jie, he actually killed our buddy from the Axe Gang, come and die!"

......

Xintian seemed to have seen the most comical farce in the whole world, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

Accounting?

Revenge-seeking?

Who is this Zhou Jie, how can so many people "remember"?

The door of Zhou Jie's small black house was facing an alley that was so narrow that only one person could barely pass through in one direction, and at this time, the black clothes with different complexions lined up in two directions, and with Xintian's current height, he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

A woman of thirty years old and somewhat beautiful was closest to Xintian.

She grabbed Xintian's arm and said in a greasy voice: "Master Zhou, you have to talk about your conscience, a few of us have been tossing and turning on your big bed all night, you have to give some too......"

Before the woman could finish speaking, she was interrupted by another man with five big and three rough voices: "Hey, surnamed Zhou, you can come back from hunting alive, some gains, hurry up, pay off your gambling debts last month, otherwise ......"

Xintian listened with a big head.

I am in a hurry to go to the Inner Temple Recycling Division to see what is going on, how can I have the kung fu to help this damn Zhou Jie wipe his ass here.

However, these black clothes have almost blocked this alley, and unless you fight your way out, I don't know how much time it will take here.

But most of these black-clothed people don't have a blood feud with Zhou Jie, and they are not extremely vicious, and Xintian really can't make such a ruthless move.

Then there will only be a broken fortune.

Xintian raised his hand, motioned to the two people around him to shut up, and then asked calmly: "Report your number, and I will repay the money." Remember, if you misstate even one point of survival, you'll never want to get any money from me. ”

The woman and the man were stunned when they heard this, obviously not expecting when Zhou Jie would become so cheerful, and then each hurriedly reported a number, for fear that he would regret it.

Xintian didn't even think about it, so he directly transferred the survival point to the other party's account, and then said: "Whoever took the money will go into the house, don't get in the way!"

The women and men who were originally clingy or aggressive immediately smiled after getting the money, and obediently squeezed into Xintian's small black house without any complaints.

Xintian breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he didn't go on a killing spree.

These black-clothed people are obviously not very good, they are not heinous, and with Xintian's character, they will naturally not be killed.

The next thing was much easier, with the example in front, the shouting and killing voices of all the black-clothed people were obviously much weaker, and they all obediently lined up to collect money, and then moved into Xintian's small black house.

After half a burnt of incense, almost all the black clothes in this alley were squeezed into the small black house in Xintian.

Only a few big men with gray axes were left in front of Xintian.

"Okay, you Zhou Jie, it looks like you've made a fortune. A big man at the head had a scar on his face, and he didn't look like a good bird, "What should I do, you just killed the four backbones of our Axe Gang, how can you compensate?"

Xintian looked at the other party coldly, and then took out the huge black scythe without saying a word, and raised it slightly.

Scarface was startled, and quickly squeezed back, and said in a trembling tone: "Don't be impulsive, the matter of killing is easy to discuss, as long as you give enough compensation, I swear on behalf of the Axe Gang, and I will never be to blame for the past." ”

In the ruined city, although there is a huge difference in strength between the gray, white and black clothes, the weapon is the decisive factor in life and death, and after seeing Xintian have such a big murder weapon in his hand, Scarface is really frightened.

If you don't get it right, you're going to die.

"How much. Xintian said expressionlessly.

Scarface's eyes as he looked at Xintian were full of jealousy, and he said tremblingly, "This...... You look at the ...... We can't let our people die in vain. ”

Xintian thought about it, casually transferred a survival point to Scarface's account, and asked indifferently, "Is it enough?"

Scarface seemed to be taken aback by the number of survival points transferred by Xintian, his face turned red, and he stammered, "Enough...... Enough!"

Kicking the demented Scarface and other black clothes into Zhou Jie's small black room, Xintian breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left.

It was only at this time that Zhou Jie's small black house was like a hornet's nest that had been pierced, and a large number of black clothes were squeezed out of it, and they soon scattered and disappeared into the alleys.

No black clothes noticed that on the roof of a house not far away, two seven-star black clothes stood quietly.

Even Xintian, who left in a hurry, didn't find out.

"How is this Zhou Jie?" said a black-clothed man who looked a little obscene.

"It's not bad, why haven't you found such a talent before?" said the slightly older black, "and do things neatly, and don't blindly compromise." Enough to be the chief black coat of the Recycling Division. ”

"The point is, he's rich, hehe. The obscene black man laughed lewdly.

"That's settled," the older man in black waved his hand, "get this damn recovery department figured out, and we'll be in retreat right away." ”

......

"This ...... Could this be the Inner Sanctum Recycling Division?" Xintian stared blankly at a huge dilapidated manor in front of him, and had the illusion of being on a thief ship.

The manor in front of me is big enough, and at a cursory glance, it is not much larger than the manor in the outer hall, but it is also too shabby.

Even a small part of the manor's walls are still intact, and the rest of the city is no different from the absence of walls.

Xintian strode in, but the more he went, the colder his heart became.

The main road of the manor can no longer be called a road, it is full of potholes, and Xintian can only walk forward with difficulty one foot high and one foot low.

Along the way, Xintian saw many huge warehouses, but all of them still looked dilapidated.

Some warehouses don't even have a warehouse door, although it can't be said to be ruined, but Xintian didn't see a complete warehouse along the way.

What's even more strange is that there is not even a single figure in the recovery department of the inner hall, as if it is a long-abandoned deserted courtyard.

The pavilion corridors, which were originally used for decoration, are now dilapidated and no different from abandoned construction sites.

Xintian had no desire to continue, "Damn, is this a recycling department or a garbage recycling station?"

If it weren't for the huge "Recycling Division" sign at the entrance of the manor, which was still complete and eye-catching, Xin Tianzhen suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

Just as Xintian was hesitating whether to continue walking, a majestic and slightly old voice came.

"Zhou Jie, come and see me in the Great Hall of the Recovery Division. ”

The sudden sound startled Xintian.

If this voice sounded in the night, in such a deserted and empty manor, Xintian would really think it was haunted.

Xintian hesitated, but decided to go in and have a look.

If you come here, you will be safe, and you will already be here, and you will always be unwilling not to go in and see what the hell.

After half a burnt incense, Xintianzhong came to the main hall of the Recycling Division.

Looking at the hall that was still a little present, Xintian felt a little hope in his heart and strode in.

The main hall is very spacious and bright, and it is much cleaner and tidy.

Xintian looked forward and found two old men in black sitting on the ground, as if they were waiting for Xintian to come in.

There was also a delicate little girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old in the main hall, standing respectfully beside the two old men, who should be a little maid.

"Zhou Jie, why don't you salute when you see the envoy?" said the old man in black with a somewhat obscene face, "Could it be that if you have made a fortune from hunting, you don't take your old superiors seriously?"

Xintian let out an "oh", then respectfully saluted the two old men, and said respectfully: "Zhou Tian has seen two envoys!"

These two old men Xintian can find out from Zhou Jie's memory that they are indeed the head of the Inner Temple Recovery Division, and they should be more respectful.

The old man who spoke nodded with satisfaction, and then said with a smile: "Zhou Jie, I have good news for you." Hmm......" The old man deliberately groaned as he spoke, but after seeing Xintian's lack of reaction, he had to continue, "We decided to make you the chief black coat of the Recycling Division, are you willing?"