"What could my demons be?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Nanfeng pushed open the door of the hut and slowly walked in.

The door slammed shut behind him, and the scene inside the hut began to change.

Screams, cheers, and roars came and went, making Nanfeng's ears hurt.

He looked around and found himself in a gladiatorial arena.

The Colosseum was filled with spectators on all sides, they were screaming, they were cheering, they were waiting for the opponent of the south wind to take the stage.

"Hmm, is this for me to challenge my demons in the gladiatorial arena?"

The south wind twisted its neck and crunched.

His eyes looked at the large iron gate in front of him, and he waited with the audience for his demons to appear.

What kind of demon his heart demon will be, Nanfeng himself is also curious.

Theoretically, those who are very obsessed will also have strong demons.

But Nanfeng felt that he didn't have any obsessions, and it stands to reason that his inner demons shouldn't be very powerful.

It shouldn't be hard to defeat him.

Just thinking like this, Nanfeng suddenly felt a slight shake under his feet.

Boom, boom, boom

The arena suddenly began to shake, as if something behemoth was moving.

The crowd around cheered even louder.

Nanfeng's face changed slightly, and he had a very bad premonition.

This behemoth could not be his inner demon

Bang

The large iron door in front of him was smashed into the air, and a green-covered monster with a giant mace in his hand walked slowly.

The ground shuddered with each step he took, reminding the south wind of his terrible weight.

Nanfeng's face turned pale.

When he appeared in the gladiatorial arena, Nanfeng guessed that his inner demon might be a world-class boxing champion like Tyson and Johnson, or a martial arts master like Bruce Lee, Huang Feihong, and Huo Yuanjia.

But he never imagined that his inner demon would be Hulk

Or a Hulk with a weapon

"Neurotic bar"

Nanfeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.??

Why is his inner demon the Hulk?

It doesn't make sense

He's the south wind, and he's not Thor, the god of thunder

"Roar"

The Hulk didn't give the south wind much time to think, he roared and ran towards the south wind, comparable to a tank traveling at 100 kilometers per hour

Nanfeng's face turned pale, and before he could dodge, he swung the Hulk out with his mace

Pain

It hurts excruciously

Nanfeng fell to the ground with a thud, feeling like his body was about to fall apart.

There were loud cheers and applause all around, and it seemed that they were very satisfied with the Hulk's performance.

Nanfeng gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Horse-stepping, Hulk is amazing"

"I don't care if you're a Hulk or a Yellow Giant, as long as you have a health bar, I'll beat you into a Red Giant"

Nanfeng reached into his backpack and prepared to pull out Gatling to give the Hulk a hard blow.

But his expression froze suddenly.

In the backpack, there is no Gatling

"What happened to someone who stole my Gatling"

Southwind was shocked, he looked at his backpack and saw that not only was Gatling gone, but also the Trolls, A, Desert Eagles, and all sorts of grenade bombs

His weapon was gone

Thundered

On the other hand, the Hulk was not going to give Southwind time to rest, he strode forward with his mace, ready to knock Southwind into a pulp with a stick.

Nanfeng endured the sharp pain and dodged to the side.

Although the weapon is gone, Nanfeng's attribute points are still real, and his speed is very fast, even if he is injured, he is much faster than the Hulk.

He dodged left and right in the arena, dodging the Hulk's fatal blows.

"No, it can't go on like this"

The Hulk's stick just now hammered Nanfeng's internal organs into place, and Nanfeng felt that his physical condition was getting worse and worse.

If he continues like this, sooner or later he will be caught up by the Hulk and hammered to death one after another.

If you don't fight back, it's the equivalent of a slow death for the south wind.

"But I don't have a gun, even if it's just a desert eagle, I'm sure I'll blow him up."

"But I don't have anything"

Blood was bleeding from the corner of Nanfeng's mouth, and he endured the sharp pain coming from his body, thinking about countermeasures.

"Why is my demon the Hulk, he's just a virtual character, why did he become my demon"

"Isn't the demon in your heart the thing you fear the most?"

"What am I afraid of him?"

The south wind was puzzled.

Maybe the Hulk in the movie is very powerful, but that's only in the movie, how could Nanfeng be afraid of a virtual character

If the Hulk really appeared in the primordial world, then as long as he had a health bar, Nanfeng could blast him to slag with one shot.

Southwind had hunted too many beasts, bigger and more terrifying than the Hulk, and they all fell under his spear.

As long as there is a gun, even if the creator god is in front of him, Nanfeng dares to go up and shoot twice.

But here's the thing

"I don't have a gun right now, not a single one."

At this moment, Nanfeng suddenly came to his senses.

His demons were never Hulks.

The demon in his heart is that he has no guns

Having lost his firearms, Nanfeng even lost the courage to face the enemy.

"I'm too reliant on weapons."

Southwind stopped and looked back at the Hulk who had been chasing him.

The Hulk opened its bloody mouth, its sharp teeth flashing with cold light, and its face was hideous.

The giant mace in his hand dragged on the ground, sparks and sparks, so that it was not scary.

The south wind took a deep breath and instead of running away, he walked towards the Hulk.

"I can lose my weapon, but I can't lose my courage at the same time as I lose my weapon."

At this moment, Nanfeng plucked up the courage to face his demons.

If I don't have a gun, I can kill you with my fists

There are still hours left before the arrival of the big beast tide.

Inside the hut, Nanfeng slowly opened his eyes.

"It's back"

Nanfeng exhaled softly, he was level 30.

He spent two hours beating the demons to death in the gladiatorial arena with punches and punches.

It wasn't until this time that Nanfeng discovered that he was now very powerful even if he didn't have a gun.

Those terrible stat points are no joke.

If the current south wind can go back to the blue star of a month ago, then he is a living superman

South Suboman style

"I don't have a sniper rifle, and I'm very strong."

Nanfeng sighed with emotion and lowered his head to look at his hands.

He felt that something was different about himself, and his every move, every breath and breath was full of realism.

Before today, he was a semi-virtual, semi-real creature who could not feel the blood flowing in his body, nor could he feel the energetic cells, the beating heart.

It's like you're controlling a virtual game character.

But now, the south wind is a living person.

He went from being a semi-virtual creature to a completely real being.

He felt out of place in the world.

"This world is a semi-virtual world."

Nanfeng looked out the window, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate this semi-virtual world directly, and look into the depths of the world.

He saw many people, old people, children, men and women

They stood in the middle of nothingness, their faces filled with expressions of helplessness.

Nanfeng's eyes froze, because he saw two extremely familiar faces in the crowd

That's his parents

"Brother Shen"

"Hmm"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

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Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

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