Immortal Devil Transformation

At dawn, a train left Fancheng at the beginning of the city gate and drove along the official road in the direction of Xinyang City, Heluohang Province.

Qin Zheng, an official of the attorney general's office who sued the elderly and returned home, opened the curtain and looked at the contours of the city that were getting farther and farther away. At the same time, there was a slight sense of uncertainty and a genuine sense of relaxation.

For decades as an official in Donglin Province, he was well known, but secretly controlled a number of black market smuggling businesses, the bulk of which was arms smuggling.

When he first got involved in this kind of black market business by chance, he still had some guilt in his mind, thinking that many of Yun Qin's soldiers would die in the hands of these unmanufactured weapons that he traded under his own hands, but were manufactured by civilian masters stores and even better than equivalent weapons. However, as time went on and more money became available, this guilt slowly went from numbness to total absence.

He started planning his second half three years ago.

Money that can be used, enjoyed, spent is money, stacked in the hands, cannot be spent, or cannot be spent. Money that cannot be enjoyed is instead shackled.

Because he is an official of the Attorney General himself, Qin's statement is very clear that Yun Qin will maintain the investigation for five years after the official's departure. He is confident that he will not reveal his wealth for five years, and he also has confidence in his body. As long as he converges for another five years, waiting for him will be a great enjoyment for decades to come.

But he had no confidence in his own men. Because even if you transfer your business entirely to trustworthy hearts and minds, those hearts and minds are likely to be implicated in the event that something happens. Even those whose hearts and minds know his details won't necessarily be tied to anything else, even if they don't wash their hands all the same as him.

He himself had seen numerous corrupt officials who had left their posts but had been drawn out for minor things that did not go hand-in-hand with him.

Especially when the eldest princess has been involved in the fight against corruption in recent years, he needs to be more careful that only a dead person can best keep a secret, so in the first six months he started preparing for more than two years of cleansing, assassination, hard-hitting charges, killing all those who know his details directly or in jail.

Previously all his family had returned home, and all but him in this train had been following his long dead men and hired uninformed practitioners. All he had to worry about along the way was whether he had offended some of the people in the official fields during the decades of his tenure, and was constantly struggling at the time of clearance.

Now that this city is the last city in Donglinxing Province, even his offended officials should not be able to reach out to other provinces, so at this moment he looks at the increasingly distant city, as if to say goodbye to his previous life and start his life anew.

……

The convoy gradually moved away.

Fancheng finally disappeared completely in the sight of Qin Zheng.

An ugly soup noodle shop has emerged along the official road to facilitate access to traders and motorcades.

The owner of the noodle shop is a big, short man, and a crop man is walking down a side road with a load of freshly dug cobwebs, seemingly going to rest in this shop.

A bald tall picker is eating noodles on his back.

A white-haired old lady is selling apricots in a basket not far from the noodle stand.

Qin Zheng saw these from the curtains of the wagon. He didn't feel anything wrong. Of course, he couldn't have any interest in this kind of roadside fresh soup noodles, nor could the wagon stop.

Carriage convoys pass through the humble soup noodle shop by this official road.

At this point, however, the driver of the first carriage suddenly erected the whip.

The speed of the convoy slowed down.

A young man wearing a robe with sleeves walked out of a rough grass trail by the official road carrying a long strip.

The young man's face was stubborn and cold, and he walked straight into the official hall to greet the train.

“Who!”

The driver of the first train shouted and asked, and instantly a substantial cold light appeared in his eyes.

Feeling the speed of the convoy slowing Qin Zheng has become generally chilly, an extremely ominous feeling spreads from his heart. By the time the driver shouted and asked, he had lifted the curtains of the car, and saw the young man with a cold face and a robe stopping him on the road.

Two middle-aged men, dressed in plain clothes and standing as straight as a benchmark, stood in front of his window the first time, blocking it with their bodies.

“I want what's in the wagon compartment. If you don't want to die, get out of the wagon. ”

Also at this point, the young man in the central robe of the official ceremony has made a cold noise.

Something in the wagon mezzanine... Hearing these words, the round face of Qin Zheng's previous life had suddenly become snow white, and he shivered unconsciously.

The driver of the first carriage had a slight eyebrow picking and was about to make a noise, but at this moment, the second carriage suddenly screamed: “Ah... you didn't know you were alive, you hijacked in broad daylight!” Just in the middle of a scream, a slightly swollen figure rushed out of the car, "I came to meet you! ”

Not only was he the first wagon driver, but the vast majority of the convoy was stunned.

“Were we all wrong about him earlier? ”

This was the first time in the minds of the first wagon driver.

This young fat man in this second carriage is called Zhou Ji, giving them the feeling that all of them are usually extremely timid. He can't even dare to listen to some bloody river and lake stories. Only because he was introduced by a dart master previously familiar with it, and because he was a practitioner trained by an intermediate soulmaster, he hired him to join the convoy, thinking that even if he was timid again, it would always be much more powerful to encounter real fights than ordinary martial artists.

Nobody thought that he would be the first to rush out at this moment, and nobody thought that he could run so fast and have such an amazing momentum.

At this moment, the young fat man was carrying a square cloth wrapped around him, and he looked rather light, but every step he took, the ground was trembling, his obese body bouncing on the ground like a skin ball, only to see the dust blowing up on the ground. In an instant, not far from the young man in the robe.

Lin Xie, dressed as a blue wolf standing in the middle of the official road, also stunned.

He knew that there was an inside man in the carriage, but how could he not have thought that the inside man "Fat Wolf” was actually... Meng Bai... the first earthbag friend he met on the shore of Lake Lingxia, desperately wanted to enter the medicine department because he was afraid to kill, and finally entered the inner system, the fatter he ate, the more white the little fat man.

……

Running desperately in a white silk coat.

He didn't even think he was running far beyond the limits of a regular middle-class soulmate, running fast enough to stare at many people.

He was so tearful that he thought Lin Xie was finally here.

But he was still afraid that Lin Xie would not recognize himself for a moment. He ran desperately while still squeezing his eyes towards Lin Xie.

Lin Xi certainly could not recognize that there was no leather mask, only the face was white, but the action of the white reminded him, he also suddenly got nervous, scared of the luck of lying in his sleeve to see Mong Bai, the pair of wow screaming to come to the desperate appearance, couldn't help but freeze the white into an ice sculpture.

So he was so nervous that he pushed his sleeves together, he reached in and caressed his auspicious head. This is what Lin Xi and Zhixiang have said many times. Let Zhixiang refrain from doing anything. However, Lin Xiang cannot be sure that Zhixiang fully understands or can fully comply.

So he immediately put his hands behind his back.

“Ah!”

Mong Bai shouted and rushed to Lin Xie's face at a terrible speed. Goh stopped and shook up a dust.

Then everyone saw Meng Bai stick out a fist like a fermented white bun and punched Lin Xie.

But this punch is too slow, too weak, as if angry to beat Lin Xie, as if to just press off a soap bubble on Lin Xie's body.

“In the third carriage is their leader! A Taoist in the fifth carriage is the best of them all! The seventh carriage has a pair of twin brothers, all practitioners, and they should have powerful darkness in their arms! ”

Meng Bai stretched his fist gently on Lin Xi's body and pressed it. He was scared to say it as sharply as a bead cannon, because he couldn't breathe and even his lips were holding purple.

“Kill three! Avoid five! ”

Lin Yi's gaze flashed and the sound of iron blood burst out of his mouth instantly.

Without waiting for Qin Zheng's twelve carriage people to react from Mongbai's extremely strange and funny punch, the big iron pot in the soup shop by the official road with boiling water has flown.

A large iron pot of boiling water, which can totally be boiled down to the next pig, is all beneath the head of the short man and thrown into the third carriage.

“Ah!”

At the head of the third carriage, a driver and an escort had no time to evade. They were flooded with boiling water, and suddenly a terrible scream was made.

The tall choreographer with his back to the official meal had drawn a broad bronze sword from the flat burden and rushed into the compartment of the third carriage before the white gas from the boiling water had completely dissipated.

The first wagon driver jumped up, holding a black-lit, dazzling sword in his hands.

But he was greeted with another flat burden.

The two baskets of the crop man who had picked a load of rice and walked straight to the official road also flew at the same time, and his flat load hit the driver, who was obviously also a practitioner.

The black-lit, short sword cut into this bluebamboo flat strain.

Green bamboo flattens into countless strips, but inside is a black spear with snake scales.

The crop man exhaled and shook violently. The driver with a short sword in both hands was in between shocks. All he felt was a cold back to his chest. He lowered his head and saw that the old apricot seller had somehow reached behind him. A peculiar golden blade like a half scissors had pierced his body, pierced his heart and exited through his chest.