Chapter 1 I Will Go See

"I will go see!" Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice, "This incident made us realize that the Star Lord cannot contend with the Taiyin Lord in terms of authority. Since Ling Tuo can eliminate morality points once, there will be a second time. These kinds of incidents will happen again.

"I don't know when the next time will be, but the time left for the law-abiding side is not much."

Vinnie Berrent's expression and mood became even heavier.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't say anything more. He checked the corpses of the two giant demons. He found that they were severely burned and could not be refined into Yin corpses, so he gave up helplessly.

He snapped his fingers, used Star Escape to leave, and returned to the 106th floor. He saw that Hong Ji-ge and Yuan Ting had returned to their human forms and were only weakened in qi and blood, with no major problems.

Zhao Chenghuang was not there, but Asano Ryo, a Japanese JK (high school girl), was.

Seeing him come back, Hong Ji-ge greeted him with a "Hooray, hooray," "Congratulations, gang leader, on being promoted to Night Wanderer. Tonight, I'll treat everyone to congee."

The Fire Master's joys and sorrows were straightforward.

"You, you, you..." Yuan Ting pointed at Zhang Yuanqing with a trembling finger, his expression excited, his whole body shaking. He was not shocked that the Primordial Heavenly Venerate had returned from the dead, because he had already learned everything from Sun Miaomiao.

His mentality collapsed because the Primordial Heavenly Venerate was clearly hidden by his side, but he didn't know it.

"I didn't even notice you, I didn't even notice you..." Yuan Ting was heartbroken, feeling that he had inquired about heaven and earth, but he had not inquired about Gou Mang being the Primordial Heavenly Venerate.

What a disgrace!

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Asano Ryo, "Where were you hiding?"

Asano Ryo looked ashamed, "I hid in the water pipes through the toilet faucet. I didn't fight the enemy with everyone. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Her face flushed red as she bowed.

"Forget it, it's good to protect yourself in a crisis." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand and ordered, "Go back to your rooms to heal your wounds first. I'll go out and take a look."

Songhai, in a dim bedroom.

Xiao Yuan's figure slowly outlined on the clean and tidy bed. She still maintained the image of a bee girl, her jet-black, jewel-like eyes stained with a mud-like color.

Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the desk, a flash of black light in her eyes. Kou Beiyue, who was sitting silently at the desk, groaned. The spiritual power in his body violently rioted, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "It's me, it's me..."

The filthy color in Xiao Yuan's eyes subsided, "I still can't control the power of the 'Filthy Evil Spirit' very well. Don't hide near me with your aura restrained in the future."

She got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and picked out a plain coat and a light goose-yellow dress.

Kou Beiyue, whose temperament was becoming more and more arrogant and gloomy, breathed a sigh of relief, put down the big stone in his heart, and said:

"You're finally out. Fu Qingyang said that the Lingjing has changed. That damned Ling Tuo is stirring up trouble in the Lingjing. I thought you and the Primordial Heavenly Venerate would be in trouble this time."

He deliberately used a nonchalant tone to highlight his composure and conceal his worries.

Just as Xiao Yuan was about to drive Kou Beiyue out, she put down the skirt in her hand and stared at him with her dark and deep eyes, "How does Fu Qingyang know that the Lingjing has changed?"

The Lingjing dungeon had indeed changed. The two major district dungeons merged, and the evil camp discerned the dungeon mechanism in advance. Yuan Shi suddenly erupted with the power of the Overlord stage.

She was still waiting for Yuan Shi to explain these things after he returned.

"It's more than just the Lingjing that has changed. The real world is in chaos."

Kou Beiyue's tone was low, "You had just entered the Yulu dungeon for a long time when your morality points disappeared. The evil camp is carrying out terrorist attacks all over the country, causing countless deaths and injuries. Just in Songhai, many people have died."

He briefly described the situation in Songhai. Hearing that banks, schools, public security bureaus, shopping malls, and other places had become high-incidence areas for terrorist attacks, and hearing about the tragic scenes of corpses lying everywhere, Xiao Yuan fell silent...

After a long time, she let out a long breath and said, "I understand, go out, I want to change clothes."

Just as Kou Beiyue got up, she said again, "The restoration of morality points may be related to Yuan Shi."

Songhai, Fu Family Bay villa.

Xiahou Aotian's figure outlined in the office. He glanced around and, seeing that there was no one in the office, he picked up the loudspeaker on the desk and shouted, "Employees, your Overlord is back!"

After pressing the record button and playing it in a loop, he carried the loudspeaker, held his head high, and walked out of the office with a majestic and high-spirited air, ready to welcome the cheers and worship of his employees.

The first floor, which had been transformed into a factory, was empty. The scholars who were doing research and development and the wood demons and earth monsters who were doing hard labor were gone. Only three White Tiger Guard saints remained in the factory.

Did they all go to slack off while this Overlord was in the Massacre dungeon? Xiahou Aotian was immediately displeased. He beckoned to the White Tiger Guard in the distance, holding a loudspeaker in one hand and akimbo with the other, and asked:

"What's going on, where are the technicians? Where are 996 and 007?"...996 refers to the wood demons, 007 refers to the earth monsters, and the technicians are the scholars.

With the development of the Mechanical Technology Company, the physically weak scholars could not keep up with the progress of mechanical construction. Therefore, Fu Qingyang, the young person in power, used the resources at his disposal to mobilize official wood demons and earth monsters to screw screws in the factory.

Wood demons have great strength and super endurance, while earth monsters have outstanding endurance and can work without sleep. They are exactly the talents needed in the factory.

Therefore, the arrogant President Aotian gave the two groups the nicknames 996 and 007.

The White Tiger Guard quickly approached with a solemn expression, "President, during your time in the Massacre dungeon, morality points disappeared, and the evil camp carried out massacres all over the country, causing countless deaths and injuries to ordinary people. Everyone in the factory took mechanical weapons and went out to deal with the terrorist attacks."

He described the encounters in the real world at an extremely fast speed. Xiahou Aotian's elated face gradually became solemn. He silently turned off the loudspeaker.

After a while, a loud roar echoed in the factory:

"Evil professions, your father is back!!"

Kyoto, Taiyi Gate.

In the courtyard where Elder Hongying lived, Yin Ji's figure outlined under the locust tree in the small courtyard.

She looked around, searching for her teacher's figure, a hint of joy rippling in her gentle and bright eyes, wanting to share the joy of her promotion to Overlord with her close elder.

However, the small courtyard was empty. The afternoon sunset shone on the flowerbeds and treetops, exuding a comfortable tranquility.

Yin Ji entered the room, picked up the phone plugged into the charging cable, and dialed Elder Hongying's phone.

"Beep beep..."

Yin Ji's tone was gentle, with a smile, "Teacher, I have successfully been promoted."...

Elder Hongying laughed, her tone joyful, "Very good, very good."

Her student, whom she had painstakingly taught for many years, had finally stepped into the Overlord domain and become a true big shot.

"Teacher!" Yin Ji restrained the joy in her heart, and said seriously, "I have something to report to you. Can you come back for a while?"

Elder Hongying was silent for a few seconds, "Is it something very important? Alas, I can't come back for the time being. During your time in the Massacre dungeon, major events have occurred outside. I will be busy with the aftermath in the following time."

Yin Ji was shocked when she heard this, "What happened?"

Elder Hongying briefly told her student about the disappearance of morality points, and sighed as she summarized:

"Kyoto is fine, but the surrounding provinces and cities have been harmed by the evil camp. A large number of buildings have been destroyed. In just five or six hours, countless ordinary people have been killed. The evil camp's retaliatory slaughter. The casualties have not yet been counted.

"Taiyi Gate and the Five Elements Alliance are cooperating with the government to do rescue work, and there will be post-disaster reconstruction, and how to announce the truth of existence to the ordinary people."

Not to mention the losses of this disaster, just announcing existence is prone to causing huge social unrest. The public's panic, questioning, protests, etc., and even many people with ulterior motives will take the initiative to lean towards the evil camp and become evil and chaotic claws.

Furthermore, Ling Tuo can hide morality points once, and will do it twice, three times.

The future of the law-abiding side is worrying.

As her thoughts flew, Yin Ji heard Elder Hongying ask, "What did you say you wanted to report to me just now?"

Yin Ji came back to her senses and said sternly:

Kyoto, a large manor in the suburbs.

Huang Taiji returned to his bedroom. He picked up the phone on the bedside table and habitually prepared to report safety and announce his promotion.

He understood everything that had happened in reality from the notification.

He immediately suppressed the news of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate's undead from reporting to the headquarters, put down his phone, hurriedly changed into casual clothes, and rushed out of the room.

Manhattan.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was using illusion to conceal himself, stepped on the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, cruised at low altitude, and looked down at the chaotic streets.

The terrorist attacks launched by the evil camp have receded, and the wounds and fears left behind will take time to heal.

Police cars and ambulances whizzed through the streets, the former responsible for patrolling, the latter rescuing the wounded. Today, the hospitals and morgues are destined to be full.

In the distance, thick smoke billowed, and the fire brigade was doing its best to put out the fire and rescue people.

The New York County government temporarily organized a corpse collection team, led by special police, to go to one terrorist attack site after another. Once they encountered sneaky people or N-words along the way, the workload of the corpse collection team increased.

Some of the residents of New York County hid in their homes and dared not come out. Some, seeing that the disaster had subsided, drove out one after another, planning to go to the suburbs to avoid the limelight.

In a few days, they may unite to protest to the government and demand an explanation, forming a beautiful landscape of the Free League.

But now, they are still busy escaping.

Black and viscous energy appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes. He saw stagnant spirits wandering in the streets and alleys, wandering in high-rise buildings, wandering in all parts of the city.

As Vinnie Berrent said, casualties cannot be counted, because there are too many victims.

New York County is like this, so what about the country? Zhang Yuanqing stepped on the divine dragon and wandered aimlessly, becoming more and more silent as he watched.

Just then, he suddenly heard a loud snoring sound. He looked down and saw that the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon had fallen asleep at some point, carrying him crookedly towards the high-rise buildings.

Can it fall asleep like this? Zhang Yuanqing cursed while canceling the mount mode, turning it back into a sculpture, and putting it into the item bar.

He stood in the air and was about to return to the Heavenly Punishment Branch when the phone in his pocket rang.

President Jiang sent a text message, asking him to meet.

A deserted empty room.

The president, wearing a wine-red suit, appeared silently and looked towards the window.

A tall figure stood by the window, staring blankly at the city in the setting sun.

The street lights came on, and the post-disaster rescue work did not stop because the sun went down. The federal people, who valued freedom and refused to work overtime, were still busy in the streets and alleys and in buildings and buildings.

Morality points only disappeared for a short five or six hours, but there are too many ways to kill, more neat than the capitalists' sickle cutting leeks. A puff of poisonous smoke, a chaos, can make large batches of mortals fall.

"Clap clap clap!"

Zhang Yuanqing turned around, stared at the president wearing a silver mask, and curled his lips:

"I thought you would be happy to have a rap, Uncle!"