After a lot of fussing, everyone in the room finally became quiet.

After Li Wuya ensured that there was no danger, he slowly adjusted his Sky Eye.

Looking at that ordinary jar, I really can't imagine how terrifying the food inside is.

And Shen Ting, who had just finished vomiting, leaned over again at this moment.

Everyone turned their heads to one side and refused to turn back.

Shen Ting endured her nausea and lifted the jar, and suddenly found a small note stuck on one side of the jar.

It says.

"Being traitorous to the country and seeking glory, a traitor deserves death for being an undercover agent."

Shen Ting thought about it and understood the stakes.

During that purposeful and planned robbery and murder, there must have been one person working as an undercover agent. Later, this undercover agent failed to escape in time after the incident was committed, and it became what it is today.

But all this does not hinder Fang Shenting's desire to study.

He quickly rummaged through the bottles and jars that came through the door and put them into his little pocket.

The team members on the other side did a good job of cleaning, from the house to the outside.

He went out after everyone was done.

Inside, I could only hear the chaos outside, but when I came out, I found that the order outside had been disrupted.

The unsuspecting team members all had their mouths opened, and the corners of Li Wuya's mouth were constantly twitching.

Others may react slower because they are too far away from us.

But after all, I have benefited from it, and I naturally feel confident.

With this thought and the fact that the old man in the room said they were a pair of luck-destroying pupils, the answer was readily apparent.

Looking at the roaring crowds of people running around in the distance, Li Wuya reminded the team members around him.

"Three thousand Si, nine thousand halls, one sword and one river and lake."

Xu Zhulin's eyes lit up and he answered.

"The official family is still..."

Li Wuya shook his head.

Maybe it's one of these three parties.

The fat man behind him pulled Feng Yuyao and whispered softly.

what?

Feng Yuyao rolled her eyes and explained.

These are three organizations, all examples that have been passed down in our Eastern continent for thousands of years.

Sanqiansi, Jiuqiantang refers to the imperial cavalry of the official family.

Because they organized too many experts and were too dense, they had 3,000 lobby entrances for checking crimes and emergency situations, so they called it Sanqiansi.

There is a saying that there are 9,000 small halls for combat intelligence work, etc. to exterminate ghosts and ghosts and ensure the safety of a party, so it is called 9,000 halls.

As for this sword, it is more mysterious.

It is said that there is no information about them in our Shenlong archives. Anyway, it is said that when they attack, everyone uses a sword, but the swords are different, and their martial arts are extremely high, and their supernatural powers are also extremely proficient.

The owner of the last knife was named Wang Qing.

However, few people mention his name now, and more people mention him as Wangqing, the ancestor of the sword.

Our captain just suspects that the old man is related to the case that has been secreted by these three parties for many years.

Fatty asked as he scratched his head.

Then they are so powerful, why do they let people like us come in? If they are so powerful, can't they just create others themselves?

Xu Zhulin from the front explained.

The three organizations have long since disappeared, but everyone knows that they have not been destroyed, they just no longer leave the world.

It is estimated that the old man just now was one of their former members, but he may have stayed in the city to find out information. Such people must have a foreign aid, because their real backers will not easily stand up for them.

Li Wuya kept staring outside and shook his head.

Maybe it doesn't matter who it is anymore. Let's go out and take a look first. The old man has already passed on the information about his god-granddaughter.

Everyone still had doubts, but they all walked out.

At this time, the outside was already in chaos.

There are a large group of murderers and soul-raisers running around in the front, and the most eye-catching ones in the back are an old man with empty eyes and a grinning black dog.

I don't know when the old man changed his clothes. The tattered clothes were gone and he was wearing white instead.

He was carrying a 13-ring machete in his hand.

Behind him, more than 20 vicious ghosts and ghosts who had bullied him had fallen.

When Pangpang found the machete, his eyes shrank sharply.

I found out later through explanation.

The ring on the tail of the knife is also very particular, and it is usually a ring on the knife for immediate combat. The swords in the world are all used for killing people. The number of rings sometimes becomes a limitation if the ability is not enough.

But this old man was different. The 13 rings made him clatter, and from time to time he would hook other people's weapons off. A head would fall off with one slash of the machete, as neatly as splitting a watermelon.

Everyone was just slightly stunned, but there were four or five more unlucky people, so the old man chased them one by one and sent them back to Xitian Paradise.

Several great scholars looked at this scene in disbelief. The books in their hands even fell to the ground, and they didn't realize it.

After a long time, a Da Ru suddenly called out.

"You stinky beggar, these are our customers. If you hurt them, do you think you are guilty?"

The old man glanced at the big man, then chopped off the head of a murderous man covered in black with his backhand and laughed.

"In today's world, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are the kings."

What crime am I guilty of? Besides, even if I leave behind a heinous crime, it is my ancestors who will be the ones to condemn me. Without you, nothing would happen.

The faces of a group of great scholars suddenly darkened, and another asked.

Who are you, the stinky beggar?

The old man shook the blood on the knife and bared his teeth.

"Vice Head of the Intelligence Hall, Wang Riyue."

The faces of several Daru suddenly turned completely dark.

Wang Riyue is said to be Wang Qing's nominal disciple. This pockmark is not pockmarked. Isn't this a trap?

As a powerful sect, in ordinary times, one could control the sky with one hand, but in this kind of thousand-year-old organization, the game is just a choice of how you die.

Several great scholars hesitated for a long time before the leader arrived.

"But you want to live, not to die. Although they have bullied you a lot in the past few years, doesn't that mean you have no ability? It's not their fault. Why are you so impulsive? Since they are the subordinates of the forgetful old man, they are still too slow.

Sit down and discuss it slowly, okay."

The old man went up again and chopped down two ghosts, then cursed.

"I had scruples before. I still had to find someone to help me. Now I have a benefactor to help me. It doesn't matter whether I die or not. What scruples do I still have? As for talking about it, what I want to say is that as an intelligence hall

Deputy Hall Master, you small sects have no chance to build relationships here."

The faces of the great scholars suddenly turned a bit darker, as if they had been stuffed into a lump of coal and then pulled out, turning livid.

Fatty gives a thumbs up.

"If a real person doesn't show his face, if he shows his face, he won't be a real person. I used to think that this old man was a coward and only asked for help, but now I find that he is quite domineering!"

Xu Zhulin's filial piety.

"Anyone who engages in intelligence must have a two-sided personality. He looks like a popular person and speaks without any iconic words, which is definitely the best way to disguise. What you see is only the side of him when he has scruples. Now he has put the mission

Leave it to us and let us go naturally."

Everyone nodded, only Kong Jian muttered in a low voice, "I am also engaged in intelligence."

Pangpang went up and kicked Kong Jing.

You are not standard, you are non-professional.

Kong Jing waved her fist to express her dissatisfaction and promised to have a fight when she went back.

Everyone talked and laughed, and Li Wuya suddenly said.

"Senior has already thought of throwing away his body, but he is a nice guy. Let's give him a ride."

Everyone thought so too, so they nodded at the same time and rushed towards their targets.
Chapter completed!