It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

“We are just practitioners who have been passed down from ancient times, not some kind of superheroes.”

"A cultivator? Do you know magic? Can you fly? Can you tell fortunes?"

"..."

The two chatted casually, asking and answering questions, which gradually lessened their earlier fears.

Before we knew it, we arrived at an old residential building.

"I've arrived. Um... handsome young man, what's your phone number?"

Downstairs, the woman stopped, turning back to look at him with a mixture of reluctance and anticipation:

"I'll treat you to dinner another day to thank you for saving my life! Also, it's so late tonight, and I'm still a little scared."

"Would you like to come up for a cup of tea? My rented apartment isn't big, but it's quite clean."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Qing Hemiao.

With the help of the hallway lights, I was finally able to see the young man's face clearly.

He's over 1.8 meters tall, with a slender and well-proportioned figure. His exposed forearms are clearly defined, showing that he's trained.

With handsome features and an indescribable air of heroism between his brows, he was a dashing and imposing little tiger.

Adding to tonight's scene, it's truly a classic hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scenario.

She was indeed a little envious, and her mouth was watering.

Qinghe Miao was stumped by this request.

Phone number?

He does have it, and he wouldn't mind giving it to her.

This way, if this person encounters any danger in the future, they will have a way to call for help.

He never thinks he has too much experience.

The problem is, his phone and phone number belong to another world.

In this world, it's completely useless.

As for drinking tea or anything like that, forget it; he wasn't interested.

Although he could understand her choices influenced by the times, he himself was still a newcomer.

"Sorry, I don't have a phone number."

He said something that sounded like an excuse, but it was actually true:

"Next time something like this happens, report it to the police if you have the chance. If ordinary police officers can't handle it, someone else will naturally take care of it."

The woman paused for a moment, as if she wanted to say something.

"Go up."

Qinghe Miao interrupted her:

"Wash off the blood as soon as possible, get some sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back the way he came without looking back.

The woman stood downstairs, watching his retreating figure. She opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't utter a sound.

The neon lights were still flashing; the city night was still long.

……

"Look ahead, it's all dark. That must be Li Chan. Go forward and wipe them out completely..."

Qinghe Miao hummed the lyrics casually as he strolled leisurely down the street late at night.

Relying on the almost cheating divination ability of the [Purple Hermit].

He roamed freely in this unfamiliar city.

Go wherever you want, look for whatever you want.

In the world of "Under One Person", he has never been to the capital.

This time, I had a great time shopping.

As he wandered around, he realized that the human heart was indeed as deep as the sea and thoughts as unpredictable as ghosts.

In the shadow of prosperity and grandeur, not only were there all sorts of scoundrels and a chaotic atmosphere, but also demons and monsters roamed freely.

The drama only shows a small part of the situation, or even just a typical phenomenon of this era.

Carrying his staff, he killed five evil creatures that were committing crimes within a small area of ​​the city.

Some suck people's life force, some possess and kill, and some hide in the shadows waiting for their prey to come to them.

The most troublesome one was a ghost without a body.

After dodging two blows by being intangible, it said it was only out of fear of Qing He Miao's murderous aura, and even dared to boast that Qing He Miao couldn't do anything to it.

How could Qinghe Miao possibly tolerate this?

He exited the instance in an instant.

When he reappeared, he immediately resumed his original profession and brought back the signature magical artifacts of the shamanic lineage, the King Wen Drum and the King Wu Whip, from his room.

The drum sounded, and the whip cracked.

The monster was beaten until it howled in pain, could no longer resist, and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Whether the shamanic rituals used in "Under One Person" would work in this world, Qinghe Miao didn't know.

This world does have heaven and hell; the cycle of cause and effect and the underworld are real.

Performing a ritual for the deceased without proper planning might disrupt their reincarnation process and potentially cause even greater trouble.

Moreover, this ghost has committed countless evil deeds, and its body is filled with resentment.

Qinghe Miao showed no compassion and directly sent it "back to heaven and earth".

Clean and neat.

Until dawn, when the first rays of sunlight shone down.

Qinghe Miao returned to his rented room in the world of "Under One Person" and yawned sleepily.

I didn't sleep all night.

He casually tossed his clothes into the washing machine, the sound of the drum turning becoming a lullaby.

Lying in bed, flipping through the Lankavatara Sutra, my mind was wandering to other things.

From the perspective of the system he owns, the world of Mr. Marvel is quite friendly to him.

In the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms world of "The Bad Guys", indiscriminate killing is not unacceptable.

But everything needs a reason.

Even killing bad guys indiscriminately without proper procedures will still incur fear.

Just like those crazy warlords.

Their fate perfectly exemplifies what happened to them.

Those people, even if they look down on the lowly, still have to consider whether they might become the next victim for no reason.

But in the world of Mr. Marvel, the situation is different.

The fact that humans are different from other species is the best reason in itself.

Chapter 111 Difficult to handle? Then let's not do it!

Admit it, most people simply cannot tolerate those strange and unusual people.

They are different from normal people.

No normal person can tolerate disrespect for the deceased.

If you eat your family's corpse today, you might be the next one to be eaten tomorrow.

Their understandings are vastly different, and their methods of cultivation are also very different.

That's why emperors are so popular!

It is only natural for humans to vanquish demons and monsters within their own kingdom.

If they do a good job, they become chivalrous heroes who uphold justice and maintain world peace.

If you don't do a good job, at most you'll be seen as someone like Fahai (a famous Chinese monk known for his wickedness).

The reputation is indeed a bit bad.

But no one would say that it was wrong for him to subdue the evil demon before meeting Lady White Snake.

Not to mention ordinary people who would understand, even demons and monsters would take this behavior for granted.

This is the proper way to grind experience in dungeons.

Once you've secured your position, find the ones who are causing harm and just go ahead and kill them.

Moreover, there are many more amazing things in this world waiting for him to discover.

The one I most want to get my hands on is undoubtedly the Seven Killings Token of Gods and Demons.

That is a forbidden technique unique to this world, with boundless power and destructive force that even gods fear.

He put down the book, turned a page, and looked up at the ceiling.

No rush.

Let's see if there's a connection.

……

the next day.

The zombie body that was "sitting" against the wall was finally discovered.

The panicked passerby reported the incident.

The police arrived, the scene was cordoned off, and they took photos, collected evidence, and samples.

The lead officer, Officer Niu, squatted beside the body, his brow furrowed in a frown.

"This time is a little different from the previous times."

He stared at the head placed beside him, then looked at the shocking wound on his neck and muttered to himself:

"Was he killed by a blunt weapon? And he was male."

The previous victims were all women.

The methods are also completely different.

"Could it be that another murderer has appeared?"

The young policeman behind him, surnamed Chen, was taking notes in surprise, and couldn't help but complain:

"My God, I was already busy enough... Ugh, it really does smell fast in summer!"

"Then you're wrong."

Officer Niu glanced at him, stood up, and dusted off his knees:

"He just died early this morning, the body couldn't have decomposed that quickly... We'll see the final result after the forensic examination is completed."

Xiao Chen quickly grabbed his notebook and continued scribbling.

No one noticed that a young man dressed in unfashionable clothes and carrying an old bag glanced in their direction from outside the crowd.

That was Wang Xiaoer, the protagonist who came to work in the capital on his first day.

No one noticed that on the other side, a young policewoman in uniform with delicate features was jogging over.

That was Li Xue, a policewoman who had just started her job.