Chapter 1 Kou Bei Yue

Kou Bei Yue squatted on the roadside curb, holding a bowl of pickled mustard greens, slurping noodles.

His unfocused eyes stared blankly, lost in thought.

*I've already figured out where he works, but it's full of official night watchmen. I might not even be able to win in a one-on-one fight, and killing someone in an office area would affect innocent people. That's not allowed by Master Wuhen.*

*It'd be best to find out which neighborhood he lives in and sneak in at night, but I'm not good at tracking and would easily be discovered.*

*According to his habits, he'll go to a nightclub with his colleagues tonight. That's the opportunity.*

Kou Bei Yue's eyes gradually turned fierce. Just then, he heard a smiling voice from his side:

"A Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demon) at the Saint level, not bad for the basics. Are you a rogue cultivator or from some organization?"

The hairs on Kou Bei Yue's back stood on end. In his squatting position, he leaped two meters into the air, simultaneously throwing the instant noodles in his hand toward the source of the voice.

After making this series of instinctive movements, he turned his gaze and saw the speaker clearly. It was a young man wearing a sports headband, sunny and handsome, the athletic type.

The scalding soup and noodles were thrown over, but before they could touch the young man's body, they slid down an invisible qi wall.

At the same time, Kou Bei Yue's body froze, his limbs spasming as he stood in place, unable to make any further movements.

Invisible chains bound him.

The young man with the sports headband smiled and said, "I'm not with the official night watchmen, no need to be nervous. I just saw that your body doesn't have a lot of baleful aura, yet you're a Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demon), an oddity, so I came over to take a look."

Kou Bei Yue didn't relax his guard because of the other party's words, but now that he was unable to control his body, he could only cooperate obediently and said in a deep voice:

"What do you want?"

The Demon Eye Heavenly King asked, "Which organization are you with?"

"A rogue cultivator!"

"Why don't you like killing people? You should know that the more people you kill, the heavier the baleful aura, and the stronger the Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demon) becomes. People of the Orderly faction call us evil professions, and it's not a baseless slander. A Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demon) who doesn't crave killing is just useless trash," the Demon Eye Heavenly King asked with a smile.

*Us? Is he also a Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demon)? But how could he tell what my profession is?* Kou Bei Yue sneered:

"Whether I kill people is my decision. Why should a profession dictate my actions?"

The Demon Eye Heavenly King was stunned, then laughed, "Interesting, you're an interesting fellow."

With that, he stepped forward and slapped Kou Bei Yue.

*Pa!*

The loud slap drew the attention of passersby. Kou Bei Yue's cheeks swelled high. His eyebrows shot up, his eyes spewing fire, and he roared like a lion:

"If you have the guts, let me go, and I'll fight you to the death!"

The Demon Eye Heavenly King suddenly understood:

"So, you like to fight. From ancient times to the present, Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demons) have always been the most powerful warriors. Your temperament does fit. If you were a little more bloodthirsty, your future achievements would be limitless.

"Kid, are you interested in following me? My trusted subordinate was killed, and I plan to cultivate another one. You're not bad."

Although Li Xianzong was bloodthirsty by nature, he was also proud and unruly. He wouldn't bother killing ordinary people unless they provoked him. As for killing night watchmen of the Orderly faction, that was a matter of course.

Moreover, Li Xianzong wasn't interested in women and didn't do things like defiling women. Coupled with his excellent talent, he was favored by the Demon Eye Heavenly King and given special cultivation.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King wouldn't have taken a fancy to a Guhuo Zhi Yao (bewitching demon) without any bottom line.

Kou Bei Yue's eyes were spitting fire, and he snorted coldly:

"Not interested!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" the Demon Eye Heavenly King asked with a smile.

"Kill me if you want, stop talking nonsense," Kou Bei Yue was young and strong-willed.

"Interesting~" the Demon Eye Heavenly King stroked his chin and smiled, "Don't worry, you'll agree. After I finish my business, I'll take you back to the north."

After saying that, he silently marked Kou Bei Yue and turned to leave.

Good Music Hotel.

A taxi stopped outside the hotel. Wang Qian got out of the car, entered the hotel lobby, and stopped at the front desk.

"The Palace Master and the brothers are in the 409 suite. Hurry up and go up," the pretty front desk girl whispered.

Wang Qian nodded slightly, went deeper into the hotel, took the elevator, and arrived on the fourth floor.

He found room 409 with practiced ease and knocked on the door in the agreed-upon rhythm.

The door opened, and the Crazy Saint with his lion's mane-like hair and beer belly stood in the doorway. When he saw that it was Wang Qian, he hurriedly said:

"Come in quickly."

Wang Qian nodded, squeezed through the door, and looked around. The suite was filled with more than twenty members of the Zhisha Palace, men and women, sexy and charming beauties, and men with gloomy temperaments.

There were transcendental night watchmen like him, and Saint-level powerhouses.

Of course, the strongest was the enchanting woman in a red dress sitting behind the desk.

She was the goddess in the hearts of the Zhisha Palace members. Regardless of gender, they were all infatuated with the peerless Palace Master. This was both the attribute bonus of the Musician profession and the personal charisma of the Palace Master herself.

Wang Qian didn't know the exact number of Zhisha Palace members, but he had a general idea—thirty-plus, less than forty.

This was about the same number as an ordinary Spirit Realm family. In folk organizations, it was a behemoth.

And with a Dominator-level night watchman in charge, even the authorities had to pay enough attention and treat them with relative equality.

"Everyone who could come is here. I have personally notified those who couldn't make it," the Zhisha Palace Master announced, looking around the room.

"From today onwards, everyone will temporarily withdraw from Songhai. I have already found a place to stay. The Crazy Saint will take you there."

The faces of the members changed slightly, and they looked at each other.

The Crazy Saint explained with his beer belly:

"The Demon Eye Heavenly King of the Military God Sect is looking for the Palace Master and has put a bounty on us in the black market. Any clue related to us is worth 100,000. I think it's wise to leave Songhai and avoid the limelight for now.

"In addition, during the period of leaving Songhai, the Palace Master will subsidize you each month, 10,000 per person."

A charmingly dressed woman frowned and said:

"When can we come back? Palace Master, I just made a boyfriend. If I leave Songhai..."

The Zhisha Palace Master glanced at her indifferently, and the woman immediately changed her words and sighed:

"But for the Palace Master, I don't need a dog of a man."

The Zhisha Palace Master nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "I'll tie up the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord and send him to your bed."

The glamorous woman's eyes lit up: "It's a deal."

The Zhisha Palace Master laughed and said softly, "Lychee, how long has it been since you were hung up and beaten?"

After lunch.

Jiang Yu'er lazily lay on the sofa, her long legs resting on her nephew's lap, a plate of grapes on her stomach. She ate grapes while watching the news.

They were watching the Songhai News Channel, which her grandfather often watched.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Yu'er tilted her head, and a grape accurately flew out of her small mouth into the trash can a few meters away.

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Auntie, it's a pity you didn't learn basketball."

"This is nothing. I can spit it in even if it's a few meters further," Auntie snorted twice and changed to a more comfortable position.

"Yuanzi, massage Auntie's feet."

"No way, they stink!"

"Bastard, countless men want to massage Auntie's jade feet, and you don't know how lucky you are." Jiang Yu'er, lying flat, squinted at her nephew by her feet.

Even from the so-called death angle from below, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't find any flaws in his aunt's face. She was still cute and adorable, and the beauty mark was still so charming.

At this moment, Grandpa moved his gaze away from the TV screen, turned his head, and asked:

"When did you two start liking to watch the news?"

"I don't watch it. I just want to keep Grandpa company," Zhang Yuanqing said immediately.

"I also want to keep Dad company," Jiang Yu'er said娇声.

Grandpa looked at them strangely, "I still know what kind of people you two are."

One only knows how to act spoiled to ask for benefits, and the other is glib-tongued to ask for benefits. Neither of them are filial.

Jiang Yu'er and Zhang Yuanqing laughed twice and continued to play dead.

Zhang Yuanqing gently kneaded his aunt's soles, freeing his right hand to control his phone.

He sent a text message to Aunt Xiaoyuan:

"Aunt Xiaoyuan, how are you considering the gang thing?"

Magic Aunt Xiaoyuan: "We'll talk about it later!"

*Alas, Xiaoyuan is a Saint-level powerhouse herself, a great thigh. It would be great if she could join the gang. If I recruit Aunt Xiaoyuan into the gang, I'll have a better chance with Master Wuhen.*

Master Wuhen and the power he carries are the objects Zhang Yuanqing has always wanted to "capture."

To build his own network of connections, ordinary wild night watchmen are of little significance. At the very least, they must be folk organizations. Zhisha Palace and Wuhen Hotel are the two most ideal and powerful channels.

Currently, his relationship with the Zhisha Palace Master is not bad, and they are getting more and more familiar. However, he has achieved very little in terms of Wuhen Hotel.

After all, evil professions are still evil professions. Xiaoyuan has innate grievances and gaps with him. A few sweet words can't move her. It requires a slow, grinding process or a turning point.

He can only take it slowly. Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone and didn't force it anymore.

At this time, the news anchor said:

"Next, at 5:32 PM today, a gangster broke into a company called 'Huiteng Finance' in Rongchuang Building and carried out an inhuman massacre of the company's employees. The methods were so cruel that they were unheard of. Of the 29 people in the company, only one receptionist survived.

"According to eyewitnesses, the perpetrator was a young man wearing a headband, about 30 years old. Currently, the Public Security Bureau has launched an investigation."

The TV screen switched to surveillance footage. In the blurry video, a young man wearing a sports headband was pushing open the glass door of the financial company.

The surveillance footage only showed this one still image.

*Demon Eye Heavenly King, it must be him. This guy really won't obediently lie low. He's already causing big trouble as soon as he comes to Songhai.* Zhang Yuanqing clenched his phone tightly.

"Ouch~"

Auntie cried out in pain, her eyes watery and aggrieved: "You hurt me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Zhang Yuanqing quickly let go of his aunt's feet, apologizing repeatedly.

"Hmph!" Jiang Yu'er gently kicked him in the chest and got up to walk toward the bedroom: "I'm not watching anymore. I'm going to sleep."

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes instinctively chased after Auntie's back for a moment, then he lowered his head and sent a message to Li Dongze:

"Squad leader, was the Rongchuang Building bloodbath done by the Demon Eye Heavenly King?"

He paid attention to the news to see if the Demon Eye Heavenly King would cause big trouble. As a result, he really guessed it.

Li Dongze quickly replied to the message:

"Yes. Elder Gou and Centurion Fu are already secretly tracking him, hoping they can find him."

*It really was him.* Zhang Yuanqing typed in the information: "Why did he massacre that financial company?"

Li Dongze: "It's not clear yet. The people from the Public Security Bureau are still investigating, but based on the information collected so far, the components of this company are not very clean. It's a loan company. As for how they provoked the Demon Eye, we have to continue investigating."

"Understood." Zhang Yuanqing said worriedly: "Will the Demon Eye target the Public Security Bureau? I'm on Team Two. He should know the office address of Team Two. You'll be in great danger."

The office address of Team Two is in the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau. This is not a secret. Ordinary evil professions may not know, but with the Demon Eye Heavenly King's methods and status, it's not difficult to find out.

Li Dongze replied:

"Heh, we have seeds of explosive flowers. Their qi is very strong. The Demon Eye Heavenly King won't be able to sense it. He won't risk a moral value clearance to kill a few irrelevant ants.

"This is also what the centurion wants. After all, we can't really let the seeds explode, or a lot of people will die. Moreover, the Demon Eye's moral value has been deducted a lot for this bloodbath today. He should settle down for a while and won't continue to kill people."

As they were talking, the sound of a password being entered came from outside the living room, and the anti-theft door opened.

Chen Yuanjun came in with his briefcase, looking tired.

Zhang Yuanqing replied: "Squad leader, be careful in these extraordinary times."

Then he put away his phone and said, "Brother, why are you so late?"

"Something happened at the unit." Chen Yuanjun put his briefcase on the coffee table, sat down at the dining table, and shouted, "Grandma, please give me a bowl of rice. I'm starving to death."

Zhang Yuanqing, who had just heard about the Rongchuang Building massacre, quickly walked to the dining table and sat down, gossiping:

"Is it because of the financial company case, Rongchuang Building? It was mentioned in the news just now."

Chen Yuanjun habitually frowned, looking even more沧桑, and sighed:

"It's not just this one thing. There were many things happening today. The director of our Public Security Bureau jumped off the building." "What?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.

Grandpa on the other side of the living room also turned his head to look over.

At this time, Grandma came out with a bowl of rice, handed it over, and gossiped:

"The director jumped off the building? Is there such a thing?"

Grandma was never weaker than anyone in gossiping about this matter.

Chen Yuanjun didn't want to say it at first, but with Grandma looking so interested, half of the bowl of rice in his hand would be taken back if he refused to answer.

Grandma could do such a thing.

"It's Zhou Yan, who we talked about yesterday." Chen Yuanjun shoveled a mouthful of rice, ate while saying, "The one who was reported for corruption and bribery and acting as a protector for loan companies."

Grandma asked curiously, "Why did she jump off the building?"

Loan company, Zhou Yan, Rongchuang Building massacre. Zhang Yuanqing said in his heart, *Is it such a coincidence?*

Before Chen Yuanjun could speak, Grandpa, sitting on the sofa in the distance, asked in a deep voice:

"Is she related to that financial company in Rongchuang Building?"

Although he wasn't a night watchmen anymore, Grandpa's sense of smell was still敏锐.

Chen Yuanjun nodded slightly: "That company is the loan platform she protected."

"Oh!" Grandpa turned his head back, commenting faintly, "Her death is not a pity."

He didn't want to say any more and concentrated on watching TV.

Grandma sat at the table, asking questions left and right for a long time, feeling that she understood almost everything, and instructed: "Eat well."

She turned around and went into her daughter's room to share gossip.

Zhang Yuanqing went to the bathroom to wash up. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he returned to his room, summoned Little Doubi for free activities, and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

*The Demon Eye's style is indeed as the Zhisha Palace Master said. Tsk, killing twenty-eight people in one breath, no, twenty-nine people, is two thousand nine of moral value. He shouldn't kill people randomly in the near future. He will choose to lie low and do good deeds. It's even more difficult to find him. In this gap, he may shift his energy to finding me and the Zhisha Palace Master.

Also, is the Military God Sect's information so灵通? Aren't I in even more danger?*

"*Ding*"

A mobile phone notification sound rang.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King took out his phone to check the information:

"Heavenly King, your subordinate just found out a piece of information. More than a month ago, Ou Xiangrong, who was controlled by the Ghoul Eye Judge, died at Songhai University. The Yuanshi Heavenly Lord who killed him may be a student at Songhai University."

*Songhai University.* The Demon Eye Heavenly King replied to the message:

"Can you get a photo of the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord?"

"Sorry, not many people have seen the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord. Most of them are official people. We can't get it, at least not in the short term."

After reading it, the Demon Eye Heavenly King stopped replying and put away his phone.

It didn't matter if he didn't have a photo. He could completely stake out at Songhai University.

Late at night, 11 PM, Wuhen Hotel.

The shrill ringing woke Xiaoyuan from her light sleep. She picked up the phone on the bedside table. The caller ID...

Kou Bei Yue!

Xiaoyuan's delicate eyebrows rose, and she answered the phone, saying coldly:

"How dare you call me?"

"Xiaoyuan..." A young man's awkward and low voice came from the phone, with a hint of anxiety.

Xiaoyuan was silent for a second and said, "What's the matter? Hurry up and say it."

"I...I'm trapped in a nightclub by my enemies. They're searching for me. I can't hold on for long." Kou Bei Yue's voice was very low.

Xiaoyuan stood up abruptly, her face becoming serious: "Tell me your location, now!"

"Kangyang District, Honglong Nightclub on Baixing Road." Kou Bei Yue said in a low voice:

"I'm not calling for help. It's too late. You won't make it in time. I privately assassinated an official night watchman, which has already violated the rules set by Master Wuhen. He can't save me.

"This time, I was too impulsive. I didn't expect the other party to have noticed me stalking him long ago. I'm calling to tell you that I've always regarded you as a mother. I have a bad temper, I'm irritable and impulsive. After my sister died, only you didn't hate me and tolerated my bad temper. I'm sorry..."

He said a lot, but Xiaoyuan didn't hear a word.

Her heart sank to the bottom.

It would take at least forty minutes to get from Jinshan City to Songhai. There was no way to make it in time.

Master Wuhen had set a rule that one should not have deep friendships with evil professions, one must not actively conflict with the authorities, and one must forget the past and let go of the past in order to save oneself.

Kou Bei Yue had broken the rules, and Master Wuhen would not save him.

*What to do, who else can save him?* Xiaoyuan's face was cold, and her thoughts raced quickly.

Kangyang District?

She suddenly thought of the Yuanshi Heavenly Lord.

ps: I'll fix the typos after updating first.