Drops of black, drops of black.

Several police cars, blaring lights, arrived in front of the ruined factory.

A dashing young female police officer stepped out of the police car with a group of people.

Behind her were also young-looking police officers.

There are probably about ten of them.

These police officers seemed a little nervous.

"A newbie?" Lingpingan thought: "A trainee who just graduated from the police academy?"

Probably only a young boy like this would be so nervous.

Seeing their embarrassed expressions, Lingpingan smiled and stepped forward to greet them.

"Excuse me, are you from the North Road Branch?" He tried to make his voice as gentle as possible so as not to put pressure on these police officers.

The leading female police officer seemed to be startled when she saw him. Although she hid it well, Lingpingan still noticed the flash of panic in the female police officer's eyes.

"What's going on?" Lingpingan was a little hard to understand.

"Yes..." The other party seemed to be trying very hard to calm down, and then squeezed out a smile: "I am Ning Qinghong, the Class B police sergeant from the North Road Branch!"

She looked at the scene, and the movement of swallowing saliva could be clearly seen on her white neck.

Just listen to her saying: "I was ordered to come here to receive... um... criminals..."

Lingpingan laughed heartily.

He pointed in front of the dozen or so black-robed men with their hands raised and who looked very well-behaved: "These...are members of the criminal gang..."

"And their leader..."

Lingpingan glanced at his feet from the corner of his eyes. He saw the guy who was beaten to pieces and seemed to have not recovered: "That's him! He seems to be some kind of ancestor..."

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Ning Qinghong tried hard to calm down.

At the same time, in the spiritual link, he comforted the accompanying comrades: "Don't be afraid... don't be afraid... Mr. Ling will not hurt us..."

But within the spiritual link, there is only the endless panic of my colleagues!

Some people were even scared to the point where their spiritual energy stagnated.

no way!

Everything in front of me was really too scary and terrifying.

The ground looked as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

Dense spider web-like cracks extended into the thick fog.

The young master Ling, on the other hand, took his time to step on the corpses under his feet.

The corpse was smashed to pieces by gravity!

Flesh, bones and internal organs have been mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish them from each other.

The chief deacon of the Wean Sheng School, the one who performed the autopsy ceremony and is known as the most difficult person to kill in the world.

Now, he is too dead to die.

The robe that entrusted his body after his corpse was shattered by violence.

Every scrap of clothing was stained with blood.

And his soul was entangled by a black invisible tentacle.

The top of the tentacles is fully open.

Like a piranha flower from the depths of a nightmare.

Just like the evil ghost in that terrifying nightmare.

Drops of slime dripped.

The soul's cry and begging for mercy are heard in my ears.

Overhead, in the thick fog stood a huge ghost and god dozens of meters high.

His huge head hangs over this area.

Three eyes as big as lanterns looked at and scrutinized everything with malicious intent.

The air was filled with a terrifying and dangerous atmosphere.

The spiritual energy conveyed an extremely strange smell in the silence.

Vaguely, there seemed to be countless ghosts wailing in the thick fog.

This is the ultimate horror.

From our ancestors’ first memories of fear.

It also comes from the fear that comes from the day when spiritual intelligence is first born, after understanding ‘who I am’ and defining ‘my existence’.

Everyone will die.

No matter emperors, generals, or extraordinary beings with great supernatural powers.

Even gods will eventually perish.

Thus, death itself becomes a source of fear.

No matter how powerful the warrior is, no matter how smart the wise man is, they will all be afraid of death.

Now, death itself is revealed before our eyes.

turn out to be……

The general will die too...

turn out to be……

Even if he is as powerful as a general, he can be crushed to death with the same ease as a slaughtered chicken.

Ning Qinghong looked at the smashed corpses on the ground.

Feel the wailing and begging for mercy coming from the tightly bound and tortured soul.

There was only one sentence in her heart.

"Zhou is the emperor, and his death is inferior to that of an ordinary man!"

The chief deacon of the victory-weary school who claims to be impossible to kill by normal means, is the most perverted and ruthless butcher among the wanted criminals in the Federation Empire.

Now, the death is worse than that of a dog.

His soul was bound, constantly wailing and begging for mercy.

What he looks like now is probably worse than those innocent people who died in his hands.

In my ears, that person's voice came, very easy-going.

"These criminals are not only poaching rare and protected species here..."

Ning Qinghong raised her head and saw ghosts surrounding this person.

He gently stretched out his hand and caught a ghost.

Black military uniform, straight posture.

There is no doubt that this is a defender of the cross slope.

"Look..."

"How cute are these little things?"

Ning Qinghong swallowed and could only nod: "It's very cute!"

"They're protected, right?"

"Yes!" Ning Qinghong nodded vigorously.

The defenders within the cross slope are of course protected by law.

In a sense, they are also members of the Black Guard.

These respectable soldiers are all soldiers who died here back then.

Just listen to that person saying: "In addition to poaching, these people... also kidnapped several innocent people in order to cover up their crimes!"

"Even after seeing me, instead of surrendering, he dared to resist..."

"I can't help it!" He shrugged: "It's just a small punishment, a big warning, a small punishment!"

"Miss Police Officer!" He smiled and took his foot, gently stepping on the stump on the ground: "I can't help it!"

Ning Qinghong swallowed and said, "I understand!"

She remembered this person's character, so she tried her best to smile: "Sir, I will report your righteous deeds to the superiors in detail!"
To be continued...