Everyone can see that Wei Gushu's body recovered extremely quickly, but it only took one day to recover from such a serious injury, which still surprised everyone.

Qingshuang's right ear is still wrapped in gauze, and the wound of one ear is only stitched up, and it is impossible to heal in a day.

"The afterlife is terrifying, isn't it?"

Xuan Qing held a lit cigarette in his mouth, bracing his waist and looking at Wei Jushu downstairs, he had already run for the ninth kilometer, but his speed showed no signs of slowing down.

The two C-class were here, their feelings for soul pressure were extremely delicate, and they could feel that Wei Gu Shu did not use the slightest assistance of soul pressure, and he was only running with his physical body.

"It's old-fashioned, like an old man."

Qingshuang's sword was in his hand, and he smiled back in his hospital gown.

A day later, Wei Gushu, who had fully recovered, received a package from the logistics team, which contained the workbench he left behind in the safe house and the two scalpels he had left at the scene.

As for the wedge, it has long been destroyed along with the enchantment, and the high-concentration Mithril has been torn alive, which is enough to see how terrifying the Bingjie Immortal was at that time, and it was directly recovered as evidence.

Under the guidance of Xuan Qing, Wei Gushu logged on to various confidential web pages and filled in various incident reports, which took most of the day.

"Well, there are some inquiries from the Ministry of Transportation, yes, just put an electronic signature here...."

Xuan Qing shook his head, while instructing Wei Gu Technique, he was not idle, his fingers were tapping on the keyboard of the notebook.

He didn't wear the long black trench coat he wore indoors, only the white shirt underneath, rolled up his cuffs, and sighed as he scratched his head to finish his paperwork.

"There's a lot of paperwork, it's really annoying..... It makes us feel like we've done something bad. ”

His black trench coat hung on a hanger in the room along with the magic sword, and Qingshuang, who belonged to the Executive Board and didn't need so much red tape, drank tea and read the newspaper on the side.

"It feels like what I imagined, the repression is abnormal, a little different...."

Wei Jushu was also quite helpless, and sighed after the last report submission page.

"Because it's not a big deal, that's why there are so many paperwork follow-ups."

Qingshuang, who had been drinking tea and reading newspapers, took over the words, he had always behaved quietly and indifferently, not at all like the legendary swordsman with amazing killing power.

"In this period of constant rebellion of the Maharaja, a soldier may indeed not be able to enter the eyes of the above..."

"And the detailed paperwork report is conducive to the next logistics support, and it can also provide early warning for anomalies in other towns, which is of some significance."

"The most important thing is reimbursement, reimbursement!"

Xuan Qing lit another cigarette.

"The reconstruction of the disaster-stricken areas, the control of public opinion, and the compensation for casualties are all real money, and all countries need us to issue specific documents before they are willing to approve the funds."

Wei Jushu nodded thoughtfully, indicating understanding.

This incident was finally rated as a B-level anomalous disaster, and at the same time, Wei Jushu was also highly praised by two C-class town anomalies, receiving eleven perfect marks.

It's hard for him to be happy himself, but he can convince himself not to dwell on his grief all the time.

At his request, Li Zixin's watercolor of the sunset was preserved, folded by him, and placed in a waterproof sealed folder, while the rest of the relics were returned to the family.

Those students who bullied on campus, in Wei Gushu's testimony, are undoubtedly extremely negative, after the central system has judged, their behavior has greatly stimulated the victim and abnormal mental state, so they will be given relative punishment measures, such as collective repetition, and then cancel the qualification of art students for extra points.

It sounded okay, but Wei Jushu knew that all this was still unfair, but this was already the biggest thing the center could do for her, because in principle, the system of suppressing anomalies did not allow direct interference in ordinary society.

[Sunset - Four Swordsmen Solve Immortals] After the end of the anomalous event, the third day.

North, back mountain.

It is said to be a back mountain, but it actually contains an extremely vast area, and there are very few traces of architecture here.

If you have to classify it, this place actually belongs to the jurisdiction of the [Spiritual Body].

Wei Jushu was led by Xuan Qing, and the two walked around the campus until they arrived here.

From the mountain down to here, it takes thousands of steps, and when the two of them walked there, they found that there was only an endless lawn in the backmountain spirit system that was so solemn.

The lawn is extremely large and well cared for, the grass is fresh and green, the breeze blows, and the dew-covered lawn adds a little freshness to the wind, and the lush green lawn moves with the wind, like green waves.

There are no signs, no road monuments, just such a vast lawn, as far as the eye can see, refreshing.

A white tombstone stands on this lawn.

One, ten, hundred, thousand—

The simplest and purest white tombstones, each one extremely concise, with only the name and date of birth and death written on the tombstone, and a few short epitaphs.

These pure white tombstones are made of a kind of almost jade marble, not transparent to light, not smooth, refracted pure white in the sun, neatly arranged, standing here wordlessly, tender green and pure white contrast, there is no trace of the gloom of the cemetery, but some mystery and sacred.

The only extra color may be a few bouquets of flowers in front of some white tombstones.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the disturbed white doves circled in the blue sky, flapping their wings and flying, and the petals in front of the tombstones flew into the blue sky one after another, and some petals swept through the black hair between Wei Gushu's temples and landed on his shoulders.

A tall figure, with his back to the two, stood silently in front of the lawn and tombstone.

The man was wearing a long black trench coat that hung down to the middle of his calves, but because of his height and upright posture, he looked extraordinarily tall.

He had meticulously groomed white hair, with his back to Wei Jushu and Xuan Qing.

"This is ......"

Xuan Qing respectfully looked at the back of this staring at the tombstone group, and introduced to Wei Gushu, Xuan Qing, who has always been chic and free, respected, nervous, and even almost worshipped in front of this back.

"Shhh

The back voice said this calmly, not letting Xuan Qing introduce him, interrupting his introduction.

His voice was calm and slightly hoarse, a little old.

"Don't disturb my service."

The latter turned, his countenance was old and handsome, with a slight stubble on his chin, and his gray hair was lifted upwards, and he was very well groomed.

Although you can see the traces of time from his appearance, you can also see how handsome he would be when he was young, and these handsomeness have all turned into tranquility and vicissitudes under the precipitation of old age and time.

A large, straight wound ran down the left corner of his mouth, up his face, almost through his left eye, but came to an abrupt end at a slight distance from his eye.

He is very old, very vicissitudes, and the years have left deep marks on his face, but this does not prevent him from being strong and powerful.

"My name is Mo Daosang, and I am your next mentor."