The Qingqiu leaf is a specialty of the Qingqiu country, with a unique spiritual fluctuation.

It can sense the presence of creatures from the same Qingqiu tribe.

Therefore, it can lead the way to the gate of Qingqiu with living beings.

Wei Yuan fingered the fallen leaf bookmark. The spiritual power on it fluctuated along the veins of the leaf, occasionally emitting a faint glow and occasionally flickering intensely. Obviously, it sensed that the Qingqiu fox and other similar monsters were in urgent danger.

Hu Ming, the fox spirit, left a good impression on Wei Yuan. After thinking for a moment, he decided to pick up his sword and follow the direction indicated by the green leaf.

He also went to the opposite side and knocked on the door of the flower shop.

……………………

Hu Ming's breathing became rapid.

He had overestimated himself.

The resentment and evil spirit on the other side exceeded his ability to handle. The Qingqiu fox was not good at fighting to begin with, and he was also injured. The current situation was quite embarrassing. He could only hope that the special task force would arrive soon.

He looked at the road he came from. Due to the rampant insect swarm, a series of car accidents occurred.

The sounds of people's screams, car horns, and the cries of infants filled the air.

One road was already paralyzed.

He didn't know if anyone was injured. Human infants were fragile.

Hu Ming was worried.

He didn't like grown-ups very much, but he had a great deal of tolerance for children after they shed their mischief.

This was the result of his efforts to avoid crowds and guide the vengeful spirits towards the direction with fewer living beings. If these highly individual and rapidly reproducing monsters appeared in places with a large number of people, they would cause destruction comparable to that of major monsters, or even infection.

Hu Ming tried to gather his demonic power.

But it aggravated his previous injuries.

His flying motion faltered, and he was caught up by the insect swarm, falling onto a narrower road.

There was a fox with silver patterns.

When he finally landed, he used foxfire to burn the insects clinging to him into ashes, leaving behind a curved flame barrier on the ground to block the invasion of the insects. However, this was already his limit. Hu Ming felt that he had made a mistake. He had hindered the vengeful spirits for the sake of humans, but ended up getting himself into trouble.

Perhaps this was the influence of reading too many books.

He muttered helplessly to himself.

All humans have a sense of empathy, and those with a sense of empathy are considered human.

Just as there are human-like beings among animals, there are also animal-like beings among humans.

The insect swarm gathered together, forming a twisted figure, and looked at the fox, saying, "I already told you not to interfere. It's too late to regret now."

The fox spirit lazily replied, "I should be the one telling you that you still have some time to regret."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because this is Shen Zhou."

When Hu Ming said these words, he had a confidence that even he didn't understand.

Although it was strange for such words to come from a monster's mouth, the monsters and spirits living in Shen Zhou knew very well the self-awareness of the cultivators born in this land in maintaining order in the human world.

Although it was very likely that they would take him away when they arrived.

The fox spirit thought sadly.

But at least he had done something and wouldn't end up in prison.

The vengeful spirits of the insect swarm opened their mouths and laughed silently, then raised their hands to strike down. The dense insects would pass through the fox demon in an instant, leaving no bones behind. But at this moment, a burst of flames suddenly soared into the sky.

However, what caused this scene was not the flames, but the wind.

An extremely violent wind!

The wind swept up the flames around Hu Ming, causing them to rise and directly ignite all the insects, falling to the ground with crackling sounds. Then, a clear and sharp whistle sounded, and a sword light rose, splitting the insect swarm in half from top to bottom.

A figure emerged from the insect swarm.

Step.

The person landed, turned the sword, and opened their five fingers.

The violent wind reversed its rotation, emitting a fierce and piercing whistle, entangling all the insects.

There were unusual fluctuations in the front and back of the road.

It was the illusion of ghosts, which could guide ordinary people to avoid this area.

The fox spirit widened its eyes. Its instinct as a monster made its body tremble uncontrollably. The aura of the Qin and Han great monsters lingered around the newcomer, emitting a green aura of demonic power. The thin and fast-flowing wind was like a cluster of blades, cutting the insect swarm into pieces.

This aura reminded Hu Ming of the gigantic monsters he had seen before.

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"It's a great monster!"

The old fox was excited and wanted to follow the ancient etiquette to respectfully thank the great monster for saving them.

The green aura slowly dissipated, and the person turned around, asking in a calm voice, "Is Mr. Hu okay?"

The familiar voice made Hu Ming's face stiffen.

He slowly raised his head and saw Wei Yuan, whom he had just separated from not long ago. However, the young man who had appeared friendly before was now dressed in black, holding a sword, with a sword sheath on his back. His hoodie was pulled up, and there were faint fluctuations of wind and the ancient demonic aura of the Qin and Han great monsters around him, making Hu Ming's mind freeze for a moment.What's going on?!

Human? A powerful demon?

Just now, swept by a violent wind and torn by sword energy, some remnants of the insect swarm lingered.

They faintly formed a face filled with rage.

It roared and lunged at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan held a sword in his right hand, raised his left hand, and gripped the broken sword. At the same time, the ghost-expelling talisman suddenly brightened. This was a divine power directly targeting the soul. Even if it did not originate from the land of Shen Zhou, the basic composition of the soul was the same.

Resentment surged towards Wei Yuan.

It caused illusions to appear before Wei Yuan, memories from this Indian resentful spirit.

Once sincere requests for help from so-called friends, who in the end turned their butcher knives towards the tribe, completely forgetting who had extended a friendly hand to them when they first arrived in the New World.

Brave comrades fell in the charge.

And the others used short knives and daggers, scalping them and taking the scalps to the foggy city for bounty.

They proposed a one-on-one duel.

Cowards and traitors, ha, how could they possibly be a match for a warrior?!

But when victory was within reach, they brought out his wife and children.

Every time he attacked, they would stab his child with a knife, so he could only defend. The crying of his child distracted him, the smell of blood scattered his consciousness, and in the end, when he fell, he saw the lifeless eyes of his child.

A man with golden hair and blue eyes triumphantly raised his hand.

Someone loudly proclaimed: "Under God's witness, through a one-on-one duel, we have fairly and justly obtained the loser's land."

Unwillingness, astonishment.

In the end, only endless resentment remained.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Invaders, damn you!

Traitors, damn you!

Even if I die, even if I die for a hundred years, two hundred years, I will not let you go!

No!!

The illusion unfolded before Wei Yuan's eyes due to the resentment, an incredibly real slaughter scene. Two groups of people were charging at him, and the indigenous people of the New World who had died unwillingly lay on the ground. Wei Yuan did not make a move, letting the people in the illusion pass through his body.

Looking at those people who died unwillingly, old and young, all were once real events.

It was unbearable.

Wei Yuan sighed.

He casually grabbed a shovel in the illusion and buried those who had died unjustly.

But he did not recite the scripture of the spiritual treasure to save people.

The illusion formed by the resentment and evil spirits shattered in an instant. The insect swarm was tearing at Wei Yuan. The latter swung the broken sword in his left hand forward. The sword light casually lay before the swarm, and the insects transformed by the fierce ghost split apart in an instant, then regrouped.

The resentful spirit looked at Wei Yuan, its expression crazed and surprised: "You can understand our hatred."

"Don't stop me!"

Wei Yuan held his sword horizontally, thought for a moment, and said: "…I can understand, and I know how you feel."

"The vengeance of parents, the vengeance of the tribe, and the blood feud of the child."

"And your resentment that has lasted until now. To be honest, not only do I understand, but I also feel that if I were in your position, I would do the same."

Hu Ming was stunned.

Then, the Prefect of the Capital pointed his sword at the resentful spirit:

"But the land under your feet is not your homeland, but Shen Zhou."

"I have my own position."

Wei Yuan looked into the distance, where there were sounds of ambulances and police cars, and thick smoke was rising, obviously causing casualties. Suddenly, he had a deeper understanding of the existence of the lying tiger.

It had nothing to do with the other party's good or evil, which side was right and which side was wrong.

And it didn't matter whether there was a sufficient reason.

The Prefect of the Capital also had his absolute position.

Wei Yuan gripped the Han sword with both hands, bent over, and pointed the blade forward. He thought of the words he saw on the first day he received the lying tiger waist badge, activated the lying tiger decision, and calmly whispered:

"Those who offend Shen Zhou, even if they are monstrous and chaotic, must be arrested and killed!"

This rule was above all others.

Magical power circulated behind him, and a fierce tiger roared softly.

The wind stirred the green flames, and with the flow of the flames, a ferocious tiger image formed behind the Prefect of the Capital. The tiger roared and clawed, hiding the Prefect within this external image. The Han sword in his hand was like the tiger's fangs, and the green flames flowed.

In Hu Ming's daze, he clearly saw the wind weaving into fine scales.

The green flames turned into the armor of an ancient warrior.

Wei Yuan swung the sword in his hand, and the higher-level lying tiger decision roared deeply, engulfing the fox fire and drowning the insect swarm. This was his first time taking action under such circumstances, and he was somewhat negligent. He couldn't eliminate all of them with one sword. Just as he was about to pull out the broken sword and slash horizontally, he saw a black shadow flash by.

The insects were chopped up.

A black cat landed lightly on the ground.

It looked at Wei Yuan, whose illusion had faded.

"You're Wei Yuan?"

The black cat was somewhat curious, its tail erect, and it spoke human language:

"I was sent by that Taoist, Zhang Ruosu, to follow you during this period."

Hu Ming: "…………"

PS: Today's second update... trying to adjust my schedule.