I sat up in shock during the dying illness, and the boss was actually me.

Zhou Zheng now has a rather absurd feeling.

"Can you change someone?" he asked with a bitter face.

Zhou Zheng is now sucking fish during the day and dreaming at night. This kind of life is very healthy, and he hopes to keep it going.

"Not anyone can do the position of captain of the special team." Sister Ying interrupted Zhou Zheng: "Are you sure you want to refuse?"

"I'm sure." Zhou Zheng said firmly.

"This is the first time I have heard of this."

"What a pity, you don't know what you missed..."

Sister Ying sighed heavily.

She created the third team with one hand, and the rest was given to others, so it would be better to let Zhou Zheng take over.

"What a pity?" Zhou Zheng's ears lashed.

"The captain of each investigator team is a reserve talent that the country has vigorously cultivated, and its monthly salary is at least six figures... Are you excited?"

"Not moved." Zhou Zheng shook his head decisively.

For him, it’s enough money, but the key is to improve his strength.

Without strength, no matter how much money you have, you can't keep it.

"What about the cultivation resources?"

Sister Ying said: "After becoming the captain of the investigator team, you can gain a tilt of cultivation resources, including but not limited to materials, medicine, weapons, intelligence, etc...."

"Zhou Zheng, although you have a high level of monsters in fusion, you will only rely on yourself and will sooner or later encounter bottlenecks. You do not have the support of the Demon Controller Family. If you want to rise quickly, cultivation resources are really important to you."

Sister Ying said sincerely, and Zhou Zheng was sweating coldly.

"Okay, I agree to be the captain!"

Zhou Zheng changed his words immediately.

Sister Ying's words woke him up, and he had always ignored a detail.

The practice of demon-controllers also requires resources...

Strictly speaking, there are three types of demon-controlling people.

One is a person who merges with weird people.

If this type of demon master wants to improve its strength, it needs to continuously increase its integration with the monster, but also improve its strength.

The second type is people with strange bloodlines.

If this type of demon master wants to improve its strength, it needs to increase the bloodline concentration of monsters and develop monster abilities to the greatest extent.

The third type is both.

To sum up, if the demon master wants to improve his strength, he needs to consume a lot of precious materials.

But Zhou Zheng is different.

He doesn't need any resources, he can improve his strength as long as he keeps hunting monsters.

It is naturally no problem for a short period of time, but it will inevitably cause suspicion over time.

Why does strength increase rapidly but consume materials equal to zero?

Any ordinary person with normal IQ will come to a conclusion: Oh, this guy may be almost certain, get a treasure pot or discover a treasure.

This wrong understanding will bring great trouble to Zhou Zheng, and people will do everything possible to obtain the treasure by any means.

After all, greed has no limit.

Besides, Zhou Zheng has no way to prove his innocence - he can't explain the Nightmare City, right?

Since you don’t want to “beautiful in the forest”, you can only “be with the light”.

Zhou Zheng ignored this problem before, but now that he has discovered it, he must start to make up for it.

But do you really have to be a captain? Are you born and die every day?

Zhou Zheng had a headache.

"That's great Zhou Zheng, I'm very optimistic about you. Don't worry, I will help you well..."

Sister Ying patted her chest and promised.

After hearing this, Zhou Zheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He chuckled at the microphone and said, "Sister Ying, there is something I want to ask you..."

......

Zhou Zheng almost woke up from the game humming a small song.

The sky in the game is still drizzling.

The red moon hangs high, emitting a bloody color that makes people feel cold in their hearts.

"What are you happy about the sect leader?" asked the monk sweeping the floor in confusion.

Zhou Zheng naturally would not tell the Sweeping Monk that he perfectly solved a dilemma in the real world.

Zhou Zheng smiled and asked casually: "How far is it from September City?"

"There is less than half a day left."

"Okay, then we'll set out overnight."

Zhou Zheng waved his hand and walked out first.

"Sect Master, Sect Master..."

The sweeping monk hurriedly shouted: "You are in the wrong direction, September City is on the left."

Zhou Zheng patted his head awkwardly and quickly turned his direction.

His memory is a little confused after being busy in the real world...

...

When the sky was dawn, they finally arrived at the city of September.

Perhaps because the city lord brought a large number of elite soldiers to leave the city, the soldiers guarding the city became particularly lazy, the city gate was tightly closed, and only one corner gate was open.

However, no one was guarding the Jiaomen. Zhou Zheng and the sweeping monk kept walking into the city, but they did not see the guards coming to interrogate.

"This is too casual. Have the guards guarding the city gone there?" Zhou Zheng was a little angry.

The Chen family father and son died. He had already regarded September City as his territory and planned to build this place into his own base camp.

If this is the case, it won't work.

Thinking of this, he was not in a hurry to go back to Cai's mansion, but instead took the sweeping monk to walk in the city.

As he walked and looked at Zhou Zheng's face became even more gloomy.

Along the way, he didn't find a fat man. Most of them were thin and had a yellow complexion, as if he hadn't seen any meat and fish in a long time.

Moreover, there are many white sails hanging at the doorstep of their homes, and it is obvious that their families have died.

"Didn't the 英语法 control it?" Zhou Zheng asked with a frown.

"I've really been controlled. The old monk can guarantee that it will not deteriorate within at least one month." The monk sweeping the floor said solemnly.

Zhou Zheng did not say a word and walked directly to the most prosperous place in the city.

The citizens on the road were in a hurry and nervous, and had no intention of staying on the street at all, and seemed very frightened.

He also found that several lively markets were locked up, the ground was covered with mess, as if they had experienced some kind of violent beating and smashing.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Zheng also realized something was wrong.

At this time, he walked to the Cai family's market, which was open, but there were several fierce-looking men guarding each of the streets and alleys.

"That boy, stop...what are you going to do?"

A stout man pointed at Zhou Zheng's nose and said.

"The family is almost out of business, and I interrupt the purchase of some food."

Zhou Zheng put away his gloomy eyes and said with a kind look.

"Want to buy something?"

The strong man looked up and down at Zhou Zheng a few times and said, "The shopping tax of one or two taels of silver."

"I didn't buy anything, why do I have to pay shopping tax? And what right do you have to collect taxes?" Zhou Zheng was almost angry.

"Don't want to hand over?"

The strong man's face turned gloomy and pulled out the sword from his waist: "Brothers, someone is going to make trouble."

Immediately, several strong men rushed out of the room, holding swords in their hands.

"I'll pay...I'll pay this tax."

Zhou Zheng narrowed his eyes, but deliberately pretended to be afraid and took out a tael of silver from his arms.

"I just know how to give in now?" The strong man frowned and sneered: "Ten amounts of silver, the responsible man told you to go out sideways."
Chapter completed!