Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 187 Situation
Everyone stared at the bloody corpse in shock, unable to believe that a colleague had died in front of them before they even started working.

The middle-aged monk snorted.

"Are you scared? Yes, it's not too late to go back now."

Everyone was silent.

Ye Fan also lost his previous bold and heroic look. He only felt the touch of every hair on his body was very clear. When the cold wind blew, it was as if a layer of electric current was blowing across the surface of his body.

"This place is still in Suizhou, but a few minions have slipped in. If it were in a battlefield outside the domain, hum, there would be monsters all over the mountains and plains, and we would never be able to kill them all, and we would never be able to eliminate them all..."

"revenge."

"Ok?"

The middle-aged monk tilted his head, looked at the young man who clenched his fists, and smiled with a crooked corner of his mouth.

Ha ha.

"If we don't get rid of this evil spirit, who knows how many people will be killed!"

The young man raised his head and shouted loudly.

"The blood and qi had not completely dissipated, and the time of the murder was no more than half a quarter of an hour."

The elderly martial arts master walked forward, not shying away from the corpse, and after examining it, he came to a conclusion.

The other taciturn civilian monk's eyes flickered, and then he fell into deep thought without saying a word.

Ye Fan opened his spiritual eyes and observed with the Qi-gazing technique, trying to find some clues.

"If you want to find the murderer, you can have some fun, but you will only have half an hour, otherwise you will delay the main business."

The middle-aged monk said, crossing his arms.

suddenly.

The headless corpse hanging on the treetop made a sound. Everyone looked and saw that the corpse suddenly raised its hand and grabbed the martial arts master in front of it.

The old master didn't even turn his head, but arrived first, and with a powerful whip kick like a dragon, he hit the headless corpse monster.

boom!
The headless corpse took two steps back, black blood oozing out of its body and quickly turning into black ice armor.

"Zombie transformation?! Take action now!"

The young man shouted, raised his hand and summoned a flying sword, which flew over with a whoosh.

It hit the ice armor and knocked it away.

Just as Ye Fan was about to use his own spiritual plants to entangle himself, the taciturn civilian cultivator suddenly came up to him and spoke quickly.

"The remaining clothes on the headless corpse are..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A flying sword fell from the sky and smashed the civilian monk's head.

"not good!"

Ye Fan was shocked.

Turning his head to look at the young master, he found that he had appeared beside the middle-aged monk at some point. He was clearly facing away from Ye Fan, but there was still a laughing face behind his head, sticking out his tongue at him.

The middle-aged monk groaned, "Run!"

The next moment, the middle-aged monk turned around and fled, disappearing out of sight.

The young master did not chase after him, but looked at Ye Fan, then at the old master, and finally cast an excited gaze at the old master.

Ye Fan had no intention of fighting with him at all, so he took the opportunity to turn around and run away.

After just a moment, the old master's angry roar was heard from behind.

Sand, sand, sand.

The world fell silent again, leaving only the sound of footsteps on the snow and Ye Fan's mad escape.

Ye Fan was in a panic and subconsciously used all his strength to escape back to the Agricultural Promotion Office.

His mind went blank.

It is not until you see something familiar that your brain regains its ability to think.

The devil, it's the devil...

The evil demon killed his colleague, and the news must be spread.

"Ye Fan?"

Suddenly, Wei Ning's voice rang out, and she asked in surprise, "You're back?"

"I... No, how did I escape?"

Ye Fan suddenly remembered something, but soon, a cold breath seemed to strangle his throat.

The monster with two faces slowly appeared behind Wei Ning, opened its mouth wide, stuck out its bright red tongue, and licked the back of Wei Ning's head...

"No!"

...Ye Fan started and sat up on the spot.

His eyes were filled with panic, anger and fear, but after seeing everything clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The young master, the old master, the silent civilian monk, and the middle-aged monk.

They are all nearby.

In addition, there was another monk that I didn’t recognize, but when I saw his face clearly, I was almost scared. This person’s face was exactly the same as the face on the back of the evil demon’s head.

However, the owner of this face looked confused and depressed at this moment.

"The test is over."

The middle-aged monk put away the mirror-like magic weapon in his hand.

test?

This... the experience just now was just a test?

"That's right. Before joining the Demon Slayer Division, you will have to go through a test. Except for Liu Ping, the four of you performed very poorly."

The middle-aged monk was exactly the same as he was during the test, calm yet with a hint of contempt.

"How can I pass this test? I died before I could even react!"

The monster-faced monk cried out in injustice.

"I... I am confused too."

The young master smiled bitterly.

"I noticed that the headless corpse's features and clothing were exactly the same as Young Master Liu's... But before I could say anything,..."

Liu Ping shook his head.

Ye Fan had nothing to say. He was confused from the beginning to the end, and now he could only look at the middle-aged monk with a slightly dissatisfied look.

Can a situation like this with so little room for maneuver be called a test?

The middle-aged monk raised his eyebrows, completely ignoring everyone's reactions.

At this time.

At the highest point in the hall, the sound of a folder being closed could be heard softly.

Ye Fan and others looked in the direction of the sound and found that there was another person here. The person was sitting on the upper floor and lowered his head to pick up a red folder.

read.

"On the night of December 12, in Juxian Town, Longma County, five reserve disciples of the Demon Slayer Division were killed in a snowstorm on their way back. No one survived."

"The priest was ordered to investigate, go deep into the nightmare world, capture the remnants of the nightmare, and restore the situation on that day."

He closed the letter and put it aside.

There were already two piles of red folded documents with the same cover.

"There is no reward or punishment for this test. I will just randomly select one of the nightmares and take a picture of it to give you an idea of ​​what your future work will be like."

Speaking of which.

He glanced at the young master.

The young man immediately lowered his head. He had also said that there would be some good rewards if he passed, but it was obvious that his boast was exposed.

"As for rewards, there are some. If you still dare to stay, I believe this nightmare will teach you a lesson. The tests set by others will give you a clue to break through, but the evil spirits will only take your life in an instant."

After saying this.

Chen Jing waved his hand.

The middle-aged monk let go of his arms and kicked the person who was still in a daze.

"Let's go. What are you standing there for? Go settle down and practice your magic to fight the enemy right away. Otherwise, you will die miserably like in the photo sooner or later!"

Watch this group of people leave.

Chen Jing stood up and rubbed his butt when no one was around.

This chair is hard and very uncomfortable to sit on for a long time.

Then he sat down again and looked at the stacks of documents in front of him.

Red folders mean that there are many casualties and the related evil spirits have not been eliminated yet.

There were many casualties in the Black Fold, but the evil demons have been eliminated.

In addition, there are a large number of yellow documents, which are suspected to be traces of evil spirits and are being processed.

"Not so good... The disciples of the Demon Slayer Division are so slow to train, but they die so quickly. Is it because my training method is wrong, or are they just so difficult to deal with?"

Chen Jing took out another fiscal expenditure and frowned deeply.

(End of this chapter)