Zhezhe car wash.

Except for Li Qianqiu and Wang Qianchen, the other demon slayers have all returned, and they have already had dinner and started watching TV and playing with their mobile phones.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, what about Xiao Chen, didn't come back with you?" Nightshade was lying on the sofa chatting on WeChat, and her two big white legs dangled on the armrest.

Li Qianqiu is a workaholic and often comes back late at night, so Nightshade didn't ask at all.

"I don't know, he just called me and said he had something to do!" Zhou Weiguo yawned, he was indeed not as energetic as a young man when he was old, if it wasn't for the early time, he would have gone to bed.

"Don't make any trouble......" Long Kui frowned slightly, she had already received an order to teach Wang Qianchen marksmanship tomorrow.

"It's okay, he has a walkie-talkie, and he will notify us as soon as there is a situation!" Zhou Weiguo yawned again, and then took out his mobile phone and sent a note to his old comrade-in-arms Sun Youcai; Tiezi, what have you been busy with lately? ”

But Sun Youcai did not reply.

……

At night, the City God Temple is silent, quietly located in the dark night, as if nothing has changed for thousands of years, silently watching this Luzhou City.

Wang Qianchen pushed the door and walked in, then went straight to the main hall, came to the tall clay statue, and gently patted Zhou Junxian's calf.

"Master Zhou, are you there?"

"Old dog Zhou, don't pretend to be dead, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will take a ...... of you"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Qianchen was under a soul pressure, and the voice of the brick immediately disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a phantom figure floated out of the statue, and then gradually condensed into an entity, standing in front of Wang Qianchen with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Junxian asked with a smile, it seemed that he would always be so gentle.

"Ah, that, I heard you have a Qiankun bag here......"

"Take it—"

After all, he came to ask for something, Wang Qianchen was still a little embarrassed, but before he finished speaking, Zhou Junxian directly untied a bag on his waist and handed it over.

This bag is the size of a keychain, I don't know what material it is, it is carved with some complex patterns, and it exudes a little fragrance.

"This is the Qiankun bag?" Wang Qianchen looked delighted.

"Yes, it can hold a lot of things, and it is definitely a weapon for home and travel!" Zhou Junxian smiled and stuffed the Qiankun bag into Wang Qianchen's hand.

"This ...... That's it for me? Wang Qianchen scratched his head, still a little embarrassed.

"Well, as long as you want, as long as I have it, the stars in the sky, I will also find a way to pick them off for you!" Zhou Junxian whispered and patted Wang Qianchen's shoulder again.

Good guy, this domineering president's style......

Loved, loved!

Since Zhou Junxian was so generous, Wang Qianchen was no longer polite, and after asking for advice on how to use it, he said goodbye and left the City God Temple.

Watching Wang Qianchen leave, Zhou Junxian smiled, his body turned into a phantom, and returned to the tall statue.

……

Abandoned factory building, gate.

Two sneaky figures were looking here.

"Where are those two demon slayers?" The young man asked in a low voice.

"The ...... who was still there an hour ago" Wuwei people were also full of doubts.

"Grass, an hour ago?!" The young man said speechlessly: "It's dark now, big brother, people have already gone home, right?" ”

"Let's go, go to their station!" Wuwei people gritted their teeth, if Wang Qianchen really went back, then he could only act tomorrow.

"Resident? You are crazy? Do you really feel like you have nine lives? The young man kicked his legs again, and then he was about to jump away.

Wuwei Man was still prepared, grabbed his leg, and whispered: "Don't worry, I can cover up the demonic energy on your body, and we can go and investigate the situation without knowing it......"

……

In the city, in the basement of the rental house.

Looking at the dazzling array of books around him, Wang Qianchen first cleaned up the original things in the Qiankun bag, and poured out a pile of bedding, bedding, shoes, toothbrushes, washbasins, and drying racks......

There are so many things in a small bag!

"Master Zhou is really down-to-earth...... Wang Qianchen couldn't laugh or cry.

"Poor sour! The god of the city god has been in office for so many years, and he doesn't even have a gold, silver, treasure, jade and agate! The brick snorted disdainfully.

After emptying the bag, Mr. Red Mansion happily picked up his books, but it was too hard for him to be alone, and he could only take two or three books at a time.

"Skills in the .

I remember that when there was only the sand realm before, he couldn't even summon a paper shell, but now that he is in the earth realm, he can finally lift a book, so those books are under the control of Wang Qianchen, and one copy is locally teleported to the Qiankun bag, although the speed is still very slow, but it is much stronger than before. &o

"Wow, the master is so powerful, he can even do this, it's really superb!" Mr. Honglou's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had regarded Wang Qianchen as an idol.

"Phew, sycophants! What kind of ...... is this" Ban Brick instinctively wanted to belittle a few words, but suddenly remembered something, and quickly changed the conversation: "There are many places where the master is powerful!" ”

……

Zhezhe in the car wash.

"Jungler! Jungler! Don't let them rob the dragon! ”

"them! them! ”

Zhou Weiguo lay on the sofa and squinted, and was suddenly woken up by the black voices of Long Kui and Zhong Xin, and picked up his mobile phone in a daze to take a look, and found that his comrade-in-arms Sun Youcai still did not reply.

"Nothing will happen, will it?" Zhou Weiguo was a little worried, but he didn't call to ask.

As a demon slayer, it is a basic code of conduct not to take the initiative to contact friends outside the circle.

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"Ahem", "ahem", ......

Shen Luo suddenly woke up from the bed in a subconscious cough, opened his mouth wide and took a few deep breaths, then quickly took out a small bottle from under the pillow, poured out a yellow sè ball the size of a bean grain and swallowed it.

He sat still on the bed for a while, feeling the tightness in his chest and the cold gradually subside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Shen Luo smiled bitterly, he slowly put on the neatly folded clothes on the chair next to him, and then habitually glanced at the desk in the corner.

On the table is a pale yellow sè shabby book, on the surface of which is written "Chunhua Strange Stories" in five neat black sè characters.

Shen Luo frowned, then withdrew his gaze, slowly opened the door and walked out of the room.

"The eldest son."

Outside the door, there was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy in Tsing Yi guarding there, and when he saw Shen Luo coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

In the distance, there are faintly large and continuous groups of houses, red tiles and white walls, and there are forty or fifty houses of various sizes combined.

"How many times did I cough last night? Are there any other movements? Shen Luo glanced at the little guy and asked lightly.

"Eldest Prince, you coughed thirteen times last night, and there was no other sound." The little guy had some blackened bags under his eyes, and replied, vaguely afraid of Shen Luo.

Shen Luo nodded, didn't ask anything more, and walked straight past the little guy.

The young man in Tsing Yi followed closely with interest.

After passing through several long corridors and a garden covering an acre of land, Shen Luo walked to a building that looked like a main hall.

When the two servant women standing in front of the hall saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Shen was also quite afraid of Shen Luo.

"Luo'er, you're here. How was your rest last night? Come in and have some ginseng soup. I asked someone to cook it for you. A man's concerned voice came from the hall.