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Point to the batch on the desk on the left.

"The emergency plan law you mentioned at the meeting was rejected. If you have any doubts, go home and ask your old man!"

"Fail!"

Wang Shang's serious face finally changed.

The emergency plan law means that the trade union and the alliance enter the highest state of war, and the grand consul can directly order the highest level of the trade union.

That is to say, the six district chiefs, all dispatched.

To activate this emergency plan law, at least seven Senate presidents need to jointly propose it, and the Grand Consul will sign it to take effect.

But now he was rejected, which surprised Wang Shang.

I wanted to ask again, but saw that the old man had fallen asleep with his eyes closed at some point.

For a while, Wang Shang could only lower his head, silently picked up the bag and walked out.

Until the door of the room is closed again.

Only then did the old man sitting on the sofa open his eyelids again, and casually threw the firewood at his feet into the fireplace.

"Hey, old Wang, why did you choose a lump of wood to take your place? After all, you are still not reconciled!"

The flames in the fireplace were reflected in the old man's muddy pupils.

I don't know what the old man is thinking about.

Until in the shadows, a shadow quietly appeared behind him: "I have checked, and there is indeed a mysterious organization in S City, but"

As the shadow said, he took out a thick receipt.

Above is the tax of Lost Mansion, as well as funding channels, as well as the internal operation method and so on.

"Hey, this is interesting!"

Looking at the details on the receipt, the old man suddenly laughed, exposing himself to the mysterious organization in the sun.

However, it is impossible to find out the heel of this organization.

"Bitther!"

The old man looked at the taxpayer's name, and after Mo pronounced Bitther's name, he nodded and threw the receipt in his hand into the bonfire.

"Do you need further investigation!"

Seeing this, Shadow cautiously asked.

It's just that after this questioning, the old man gave him a blank stare: "If you can find it out, you will find it out, and if you can't find out the rest, you haven't found out a single word."

After speaking, the old man stood up, picked up the crutches at hand, and walked to the window step by step, looking at the heavy snow in front of him.

In the meeting room, there was silence for a while, until some sparks exploded in the fireplace, and the old man's eyes gradually became sharper: "Moths rushed to the fire, reborn from the cocoon, it's time to start the second plan!"

Chapter 286: Hunting the Evil Spirits

In an endless forest.

Ding Xiaoyi and Wang Jialiang were like hunters and hounds, groping forward carefully.

The reason why it is a hunter and a hound is because Wang Jialiang's clumsy steps made Ding Xiaoyi angry.

After teaching it several times, he barely mastered how to walk in the jungle without sound.

Although it is for his own good.

But Ding Xiaoyi apologized to Wang Jialiang afterwards.

Ding Xiaoyi felt a little embarrassed when he thought of the picture of himself almost jumping up and knocking open his elm-like head.

This is the reason after the rebirth. After the rebirth, his thinking has become clearer, and there have been earth-shaking changes in mastering learning.

So watching Wang Jialiang teach a few times, but he didn't learn it, he will inevitably feel a little impatient.

Of course, thinking about it afterwards, Wang Jialiang has actually learned very quickly, at least much faster than he did at the beginning.

Right now, it is also the first time for the two of them to truly enter the disaster-level psychic space.

Created quite perfectly here.

Whether it is climate or temperature, it is almost completely indistinguishable from the real world.

There are four directions, east, west, north, south, and the environment in each direction is different.

As the dwarf analyzed before, the environment in the south is far more complicated than in other directions, but it is also a natural hunting ground.

The trees here are quite tall and straight, more like the centuries-old spruce trees in the reserve.

The distance between the trees is very large, except for the thick fallen leaves on the ground.

Even shrubs rarely grow, let alone grass.

Some places look like flat ground, but when you step down, it may be a swamp that eats people without spit out bones.

There is still a thin layer of mist in the surrounding area, which seems to be absent after careful inspection, but after you relax your attention, this mist will unconsciously return to your side, as if it has never left you.

Fortunately, this space belongs to the space without any consciousness.

Although perfect, there is no master to control it.

Otherwise, they might not be so relaxed now.

Wang Jialiang took a deep breath, feeling the cold air entering his alveoli.

The oxygen it carried was released, but there was still an indescribable faint stench in the air, which couldn't give people a fresh feeling at all.

"Tell me, when will we reach this level of strength!"

Wang Jialiang sighed in his heart.

There are not a few masters at the level of evil spirits, but they are all old men with gray hair and vicissitudes of life.

Among the few three-generation spirit masters, the youngest evil spirit-level master is the one from the Wang family, the third-generation spirit master, Wang Chen.

He is very talented, and he is also watered by the royal family's resources.

But it was only at the age of 40 that he reached the peak of the evil spirit, and he was still one step away from the disaster level.

Even if a genius like others is like this, I...

Ding Xiaoyi patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, in fact, you have made great progress, as long as you continue...continue to communicate with your psychic creature, your speed may not be much slower than him!"

Naturally, what he said would not lie to Wang Jialiang.

Regardless of whether the person in front is a genius or a fool, at least in his own eyes, these people are going around in circles.

Without mastering the correct method, they will be overtaken by Wang Jialiang sooner or later.

"Well, I definitely will!"

After being encouraged, Wang Jialiang nodded heavily. At this moment, he suddenly felt something under his feet. When he looked down, his brows could not help but frown.

After he pushed aside the leaves under his feet, a pitch-black arrow was firmly inserted into the soil.

"arrow!"

The two looked at each other, and immediately took precautions. After carefully looking around to make sure there was no one around, Ding Xiaoyi carefully pulled out the arrow on the ground.

"Crack!"

The palm of the hand pulled hard, and the stones on the ground were cracked one after another, like spider webs on the surface.

It can be seen how powerful the arrow is when it penetrates the stone.

After Ding Xiaoyi looked at it carefully, he handed the arrow to Wang Jialiang.

This arrow is made of metal, it looks quite sharp, showing a triangular shape, and there is a blood groove on the sharp tip.

On the sharpest tip of the arrow, however, a completely different material was used.

"The material of this arrow is military steel with high strength.

The arrows are made of special materials that can suppress spiritual energy, and the craftsmanship of the arrows is definitely not something that can be made by ordinary factories. "

Ding Xiaoyi is still very clear about military-grade materials.

"You mean..." Wang Jialiang's heart sank, and he probably knew something about smuggling.

Too many families in the protected area took the risk for the psionic materials produced in the eastern bay, and traded some contraband to the aliens.

There are even fallen spirit masters crossing the bridge to take the line.

The benefits are beyond imagination.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't speak, squatting on the ground to observe the dent and direction of the arrow piercing through the stone, then turned around and turned his gaze to a huge ancient tree facing the dent.

He adjusted his standing posture, closed one eye, and looked carefully through the thin white mist.

I saw a ray of light flickering from among the old trees.

Looking back, I found that there was an ancient tree behind this gleam of light.

Suddenly, Ding Xiaoyi's expression became surprised.

"Master! Top master!"

Hearing this, Wang Jialiang leaned forward to imitate Ding Xiaoyi's appearance. After careful observation, his face gradually became gloomy, and he said shyly, "Fuck, this guy is at least at the evil spirit level!"

There is a hole in the middle of the two ancient trees that need at least six or seven people to hug each other.

The oblique angle of the contrast hole is exactly on the arrow under their feet.

One can imagine how powerful the arrow shot by the opponent is.

Wang Jialiang couldn't help thinking, if the arrow shot at him, would he be able to dodge it without dressing up as a woman.

What Dan Ding Xiaoyi thinks is different from him, but it is similar.

"What will happen if this arrow hits me??"

Ding Xiaoyi even had that picture in his mind, his eyelids twitched, as if thinking of something, he pulled Wang Jialiang forward.

Follow the trail of broken bushes around you.

Sure enough, they didn't go far, and the two of them stopped at the same time, looking at the dead body hanging on the tree in front of them, their expressions became extremely ugly for a moment.

On a big tree, there were six corpses hanging, both male and female, without exception, the corpses were stripped of their clothes.

Cut off the head.

Especially on their corpses, a string of crooked names were written with a knife.

Cutting off the head is a spoil of war, and stripping off his clothes and writing his name is even more humiliation for Chi Guoguo.

Seeing his comrade-in-arms being hung on the tree like this, Wang Jialiang's eyes turned red instantly: "Fuck his ancestor!"

Speaking of which, Wang Jialiang was about to go forward to untie the corpse.

But just as he was about to move, Ding Xiaoyi pulled him back.

"Don't move, this is a trap!"

Ding Xiaoyi's pupils were shining with the light of spiritual energy. As he glanced around, the thin white mist in front of him gradually disappeared, and the world became clearer.

Almost invisible silk threads surround the trees, like a big net, quietly waiting for the prey to come.

This trap isn't deadly, and it doesn't even feel anything if you don't pay attention.

But this just shows that the other party is an excellent hunter, and he seems to enjoy the process of hunting down prey.

"You want revenge!"

After observing carefully for a while, Ding Xiaoyi asked Wang Jialiang.

"Thousands of cuts will not cure hatred!"

Wang Jialiang's eyes were red, and he was really murderous.

Ding Xiaoyi nodded, the other party was a powerful evil spirit master who was extremely good at hunting.

Don't say that Wang Jialiang is only a top-rank wounded spirit, and his level is one level lower. Even at the same level, it is difficult to kill such a master, let alone in this environment.

The opponent can easily play a great advantage.

Unfortunately, the person who is good at hunting is not only the opponent, but also himself.