Ye Wuwu is an undercover agent.

Or rather, he used to be an undercover agent.

Since he was on the rooftop, he handed over the last information to the other party, and he thought that his ten-year undercover career would end here, and he could recover his identity and rest in the future.

never thought that the sir who had been docking with him for many years had a strange smile and took out a pistol.

"I'm sorry, I'm undercover."

It's a good way out of Infernal Affairs, at that time, Ye Wuwu sighed in his heart.

In the end, it was Ye Wuwu who tried everything and refused to let go no matter what, so he fell downstairs with the other party and himself.

"If there is an afterlife, Lao Tzu will no longer be an undercover agent."

This was Ye Wuwu's last sentence before his consciousness dissipated.

……

A three-year-old doll sits alone on a mound and looks into the distance.

If someone looks closer, they will find that this is a mound, and it is clearly a grave bag, and I don't know how many lives are buried in it.

But the face of the three-year-old doll did not have a trace of panic, but revealed a melancholy that did not match its age at all.

Little doll, naturally Ye Wuwu.

It seems that God heard the last sentence in his last life, so in this life, he is not an undercover agent, at least not at present.

He is now a beggar.

Still a little beggar.

He had crawled out of this grave bag, and just now, he had spent about ten minutes sorting out the current situation.

The result of combing made Ye Wuwu very depressed at the moment.

is different from the standard configuration of the normal starting point orphanage, Ye Wuwu's current situation can be regarded as a simple beggar's version.

No father, no mother, no brother or sister, no power, no house, no car......

The most important thing is that there is no cultivation!

That's right, this is a fairy world, in Ye Wuwu's memory, there are cultivators in this world.

Correspondingly, there are demons.

The place where Ye Wuwu is now is in Cangjian Prefecture, a village called God and Demon Village.

Although the name is called God and Demon Village, there are no gods and demons in the village, but it has attracted a monster.

The monster walked through the village, and wherever he went, blood flowed.

Afterwards, I don't know where the monster went, some monks had come to this village to check, but found nothing, so they buried the dead in the grave, and Ye Wuwu's body was one of them.

"......Where do we go now?"

After ten years of undercover, Ye Wuwu has a cautious mind and skills that are different from ordinary people, and he also has the knowledge concept that transcends this era.

But that doesn't change the status quo of being a three-year-old kid.

Unusual skills = can crush a five-year-old child with a three-year-old body.

The beginning was a bit difficult, Ye Wuwu felt that he needed to think about it, what he was pursuing now was not what cultivation realm, but how to live.

"I'm a little hungry, what will I eat at noon in a while."

This special mother's is what Ye Wuwu should consider.

In the sky, a jackdaw flew by, or felt a dead body, and let out an unpleasant cry.

Ye Wuwu didn't care about the scene of the dead vines and old trees, but thought seriously.

Suddenly, Ye Wuwu's heart suddenly flashed with a trace of vigilance.

Ten years of undercover life has long filled Ye Wuwu's sixth sense of crisis awareness.

In an instant, Ye Wuwu moved like a rabbit, kicking his legs, but he burst out with a speed that was completely inconsistent with the three-year-old doll.

This speed is at least equivalent to that of a six-year-old child.

And the next moment, there was something that broke out of the soil from the grave bag, and stabbed right at the place where Ye Wuwu was sitting.

But Ye Wuwu was because of that hint of intuition, so he set off one step in advance, making that thorn fall short.

The thorn was quickly withdrawn, but Ye Wuwu, who was staggering and running, found that the thorn was not a weapon, a bit like the tail of some kind of creature.

In the sky overhead, there were suddenly faint black clouds, which was very strange.

Immediately after, a word came from above the sky, and along with the words, there was also an old figure, rushing towards the tomb below.

"Demon Fox, I've finally found you."

"Damn it!" But there was a word coming from the grave, and the voice was cold and biting.

Inside the tomb bag, there is indeed a demon fox.

The demon fox is a demon clan, and in the past, the well water of the human race did not interfere with the river water.

A long, long time ago, the two clans made a pact with each other as their respective powers.

Any demon clan who dares to enter the land of the human race will either be reduced to a sitting spirit beast, or he will be killed.

On the contrary, the same is true of the Terrans.

This demon fox is a strong man on the side of the demon clan, and because he has something important to do, he must not venture into the territory of the human race.

As a result, the matter was not done, but it was first eradicated by the righteous path immortal sect, and then chased and killed by the demon sect boss.

Slaughtered a village to regain strength, and after the monk left, quietly returned to the village and entered the burial chamber.

borrowed the yin qi in the tomb to cover his own breath, I thought that this would be seamless, but I never thought that a small doll crawled out of this grave.

Even if you climb out, you still sit on the grave and don't walk.

Isn't that sitting on your own head? A mortal imp, who has no Taoism, just kill casually, be careful with your shots, so as not to expose your breath.

The demon fox thought that this little ghost would be killed with one blow, so he didn't exert any strength, and it was also to hide his own aura.

But I didn't expect this little doll to be like a prophet, which made her fall short.

Moreover, his traces have also been discovered.

Thinking of this, the demon fox had no ignorance in his heart, but he roared, broke out of the grave bag directly, and threw his tail towards Ye Wuwu.

This demon fox actually has six tails!

It's just that three of them have been cut off, and only a small section remains, and at this moment, only three tails remain.

The sense of crisis was full again, and Ye Wuwu's heart was in his throat, and this tail was much faster than Fang Cai.

At the critical moment, Ye Wuwu once again broke out with a speed that was completely inconsistent with the three-year-old doll.

But if you die, it's about the same as a seven-year-old child.

The tail of the demon fox, which no longer hides its strength, is so easy to dodge.

The tail that looked fluffy gently swept on Ye Wuwu's body at this moment.

Ye Wuwu's gaze was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes dimmed.

At the same time, the old man in the sky who was soaring into the sky arrived, and with just one hand, the demon fox in front of him lay on the ground, as if he was suppressed by something, and could no longer move.

And all this, just in an instant.

The old man looked at the demon fox with a cold gaze, but then frowned, and glanced at the little doll that had fallen to the ground and was lifeless.

"It's a little worse, if this little doll can be delayed a little longer, the old man will be able to keep this little baby."

That being said, there was no emotional change in the old man's tone.

As a demon sect giant, how could Dugu Xuan care about the lives of mortals.

The rest of the matter, Ye Wuwu can no longer see.

It was only at the end of his consciousness that he faintly heard the old man's words, and also saw the scene where the demon fox was instantly subdued by the old man.

A mechanical and indifferent voice came from Ye Wuwu's mind.

[Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, heroes, please start all over again]

……

Ye Wuwu slowly opened his eyes, and there was still that familiar scene in front of him.

In the sky, a jackdaw flew by, or felt a dead body, and let out an unpleasant cry.

The three-year-old baby sitting alone on the grave bag suddenly leaked a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.