Half an hour later.

Winter Garden.

A group of people, including two Deputy Directors of the Inspection Department and a group of Sentinels, gathered in the Winter Garden to discuss the follow-up of the incident of the Alien Language.

After a whole night of hard work, the Patrol Department cooperated with the soldiers of the Black Armor Army to basically eliminate the monsters in the city.

Deputy Commissioner Tuan Cheuk-fai said: "According to preliminary statistics, there are many casualties among the inspectorate and the Mastiff, and the number of civilian casualties is even greater, no less than 500 ......"

In fact.

If it weren't for the Inspectorate's main "firepower", civilian casualties would have been even worse.

Duan Zhuohui pulled for a while, and his tone carried a sense of show-off: "The other two cities in Tai'an Little Spirit Realm have much more serious casualties than Anhua City......

Cheng Han frowned slightly, and interrupted unceremoniously: "What are you talking about all this?" Moving on to the situation in Anhua City! ”

Duan Zhuohui didn't dare to say any more, and looked submissive: "Okay!" ”

The previous Inspectors were usually more polite to the Deputy Commissioner, after all, they were of the same rank, but the power was different.

But Cheng Han is different.

He trained the deputy director just like he trained his grandson, but the latter didn't even have the slightest idea of blowing up the thorns.

Today.

The term "the most authoritative and capable administrator" in the history of Anhua City has long been recognized after a series of events.

Soon.

This is the end of the general introduction.

Another deputy director, Deng Xi, talked about the bereavement plan: "Due to the special sponsorship of the Charity Committee, the amount of the bereavement pension for the inspectors who died in the line of duty will be paid at 1.5 times the normal amount." ”

Hearing this, a group of sentry chiefs looked at the director with a look of gratitude.

Everybody knows.

The so-called "Charity Committee" is entirely the embodiment of Director Cheng's personal will.

It must have been something that the Commissioner had said in private that the Charity Commission would approach the Inspectorate and donate generously.

Cheng Han said expressionlessly: "What about the bereavement of the dead and injured civilians? ”

As soon as this statement came out.

The eyes of a group of people instantly drifted to the other attendees.

Due to the large number of departments involved in the aftermath of the incident, the Council specially dispatched a heavyweight - Deputy Consul, Shen Wenxian.

In the past, at most, there would be only one director of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the deputy consul would certainly not attend such a meeting in person.

But Cheng Han's authority is too great, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that "if you stomp your foot, Anhua City will tremble three times".

Even the Grand Consul did not dare to ignore it, and the Council would send a Deputy Consul.

Shen Wenxian glanced at Cheng Han and swallowed a mouthful of saliva a little nervously: "Strictly speaking, what happened to civilians is an accident, and it does not belong to the ranks of bereavement, but it is ......"

Cheng Han was too lazy to listen to nonsense, and interrupted directly: "Please get to the point!" ”

This sentence carries an obvious sense of admonition.

A group of sentinels admired each to death.

The rank of the deputy consul is half a level higher than that of the director of the inspection department, and the director of the director even says that the deputy consul will be trained, which is really awesome!

Shen Wenxian's heart was full of humiliation.

But this guy has witnessed with his own eyes that before Cheng Han entered Anhua City, he executed a deputy director in public, where did he dare to blow up the stab at this time?

The deputy consul forcibly suppressed his unhappiness and said honestly: "After discussion, the council has decided to issue pensions to the injured civilians according to the standard of public officials. ”

Cheng Han said categorically: "Less! According to the standard of 20%! ”

The tone of this sentence is obviously not a discussion or a suggestion, but a notice.

Shen Wenxian felt more and more humiliated.

The Inspectorate is a subordinate department of the Council Office, when is it the turn of the Inspectorate to teach the Council and the Council Office how to do things?

It's the other way around!

The deputy consul still didn't have the courage to refute, but said weakly: "At present, the financial resources of the Treasury Department are tight......"

Cheng Han said mockingly: "I really can't imagine that the people are willing to donate generously, but the Finance Department is so deducted and searched." ”

The others kept their mouths shut, not daring to talk nonsense.

This is a fight between the gods, and they can't afford to get involved.

Shen Wenxian didn't have the courage to face it head-on, so he simply put on a posture of "dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water": "Maybe the charity foundation can sponsor some of the funds." ”

Cheng Han was too lazy to beep, and directly threw out Wang Bang: "I will ...... to Xuange later"

When Shen Wenxian heard the word "Xuange", he hurriedly changed his words: "Director Cheng, you don't need to be like this, the Council will find a way to solve the problem of funds." ”

This deputy consul knew better than anyone that if the matter was stabbed in the Xuan Pavilion, there would definitely be no good fruit to eat in the council hall.

Cheng Han thought about it and decided to let this guy go for the time being: "I hope to pay the full pension within three days." ”

Shen Wenxian was extremely aggrieved in his heart, but he had to smile and say: "Of course." ”

A group of sentinels watched this scene and suddenly had the illusion that "the council office is a subordinate department of the inspection department".

Then.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered imperceptibly.

Through a secret golem thread, he saw a picture:

This is the sky of Beiting City.

A trident-shaped bizarre shuttle, no less than fifty meters long, surrounded by a large number of cyclones, swept across the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Roughly speaking, the speed reached at least twice the speed of sound.

It flew more than 10 kilometers in the air and suddenly hovered over the council building.

This kind of "instantaneous transition from extreme motion to extreme static", with no buffer deceleration in between, simply violates the laws of physics.

The most bizarre thing is that the height of the Trident Shuttle is at most one kilometer above the ground, and the many civilians in the North Pavilion City seem to have not seen it at all.

That's where illusionary obscurity comes in.

If it weren't for the fact that the secret puppet had a certain amount of extraordinary power and had the ability to peek through the illusions of the Xuanshi level, I am afraid that he would not have been able to detect the arrival of this flying shuttle.

Undoubtedly.

The people of Qinghan Xuangong are finally here.

According to the gossip circulating in the Black Mountain camp, the Xuangong Palace is located in a medium-sized spiritual realm, more than 8,000 kilometers away from the Tai'an Small Spiritual Realm.

And only half an hour had passed, and the Trident Flying Shuttle had arrived in Beiting City.

This speed is much faster than expected.

Cheng Han watched this scene, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "The flying mystic weapon of the Xuan Palace is indeed more advanced than the Xuan Pavilion. ”

In the past, he had secretly done something in Qinglin City once, and he had seen the "Xuanzhou" used by Xuange.

Compared with the Trident Shuttle, the Xuanzhou is only a small boat more than ten meters long, which is quite shabby.

But.

Considering that the other party may have a stronger person than the Xuan Master, and may also carry a more powerful Xuan weapon, he did not use the secret puppet thread to peep.

A minute later.

Cheng Han clearly sensed that the arrangement he had left in the blood tree was touched.

*

Beiting City.

Parliamentary Building.

At this moment.

The people in the hall, including the archon, were all gone, and there were only more than twenty black-robed figures near the blood tree.

This kind of dress is exactly the typical attire of Xuanshi.

One of them was a middle-aged man with striking white hair, and his black robe was embroidered with layers of golden patterns, which looked like a tree branch.

And the black robe of the Xuan Master is only embroidered with silver thread on the edge.

From this gold-patterned black robe alone, it can be judged that this person's status is higher than that of Xuan Shi.

The white-haired man put his hands behind his back, stared at the blood tree for a few seconds, and laughed: "Interesting! is only at the level of a metaphysical master, and he can play this kind of trick. ”

His eyes suddenly became indifferent, and he shouted softly: "Extinguish!" ”

Thousands of blood-colored leaves fell off the branches, and before they could reach the ground, they quickly shrank and turned into ashes.

There was only a bloody leaf, which fell to the ground.

Subsequently.

Strange things happened.

A glimmer of light flashed on the surface of the blood leaf, and it disappeared directly, leaving a leaf trail on the ground, and every stroke was corroded from the stone slab.

Several Xuan Masters nearby witnessed this scene, and their faces changed slightly, and their eyes revealed a sense of jealousy.

The white-haired man snorted: "The snake god's 'life' secret technique is like a scale, one end represents vitality, and the other end represents death. ”

The "serpent god" in this sentence obviously refers to the Lord of sin and life.

"Spawning the Blood Tree is the method of life, and the blood leaf corrosion is the method of death, and the mastermind behind the scenes has fused the two forces into one, achieving a perfect balance.

"Even the 'Dream Masters' who are in charge of the Dream Life Club don't have many of them of this level."

Everyone present knew that the strength of the dream master was equivalent to that of the Xuan Master, and each dream master was independently responsible for a small spirit realm, which was regarded as a prince of the Dream Life Society.

As a white-haired man, he actually gave a "very perfect" evaluation, which shows that the other party's strength is extraordinarily strong.

A Xuan Master asked respectfully: "Ask 'Xuandu', the mastermind behind the scenes is proficient in the secret art of life, could it be the dream master who defected from the Dream Life Society?" ”

The white-haired man known as "Xuandu" bowed his head lightly and said, "The possibility is very high. ”

The man paused for a moment and added, "Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to know the specific image of the snake god." ”

The blood snake wrapped around the blood tree, with three sharp horns growing on its forehead, others will only think it is strange, but people with a discerning eye can know that this is a snake god at a glance.

The white-haired man looked at the blood tree again and shouted again, "Extinguish! ”

"Click! Click! ”

A dense cracking sound suddenly sounded.

The branches on the trunk of the Blood Tree fell one after another, and before they could fully hit the ground, they shattered into pieces, and then turned into flying ashes.

After a breath.

All that remains of the Blood Tree is a bare trunk, and a blood serpent wrapped around the trunk.

The white-haired man glanced at the blood snake and shouted three times: "Extinguish!" ”

The next moment.

The unexpected happened.

The blood snake did not fall off as expected, but suddenly came back to life, and the snake's mouth opened and spat out the bright red snake letter.

"Silk!"

The white-haired man was taken aback, and was about to shout another "extinguish", but suddenly stopped, and said "huh" in his mouth.

"Poof! Burst! ”

Three blood cells erupted from the Blood Serpent's mouth.

"Bang! Bang! ”

The blood cells exploded one after another, turning into large clouds of blood smoke.

There was an instant commotion among the mysteries.

The white-haired man waved his hand and shouted, "The other party has no malicious intent, you just look at it." ”

Meanwhile.

There was still a little bit of embarrassment in this person's heart.

Because as the Xuandu above the Xuan Master, he didn't realize just now that there was a small trick hidden in the blood snake.

In full view.

Blood smoke flew in the air, condensing into three lifelike patterns.

One is seven words - the secluded world, the vortex of tranquility;

the second is a painting - a forest of stone tablets in the boundless black water;

The third is also a painting - a sleeping triangular serpent.

The white-haired man only glanced at it, and the indifference on his face immediately disappeared cleanly, and he cried out in a lost voice: "Oh my God! The Hidden Miao Realm! ”

A group of onlookers instantly realized that these three blood smoke pictures were only very remarkable.

The white-haired man turned his head to look at a group of subordinates, his expression was extremely serious, and his tone was even more murderous: "From now on, no one is allowed to leave my sight, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

The Xuanshi and Xuanshi all responded awe-inspiringly: "Yes! ”

The white-haired man immediately named his name: "Wu Hui, urgently contact the palace master...... No, directly in my name, urgently submit a letter to the 'Lanyun Divine General' and ask her to descend a 'Divine Soul Shadow'! ”

"Yes!"

(End of chapter)