I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 181-180: The Traitor Who Sealed the Bicycle? Dangerous Poisonous Mushroom! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

On the road to the underworld, the infamous Midnight Killer, listed on the federal wanted list, silently blocked their path, carrying a guiding ghost lantern.

This scene was too bizarre and sudden.

It was as if the other party had already calculated his route and was waiting here specifically for him.

Xu Lindong's heart sank.

The extraordinary aura emanating from this midnight thug is highly likely that he is a sixth-level extraordinary being.

He had sensed the aura of Xie Yun, the judge of a hundred ghosts. Although the other party did not seem as unfathomable as Xie Yun, he was by no means to be underestimated.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

In the blink of an eye, the dilapidated chair was rapidly approaching.

Xu Lindong flipped his right hand, and the gleaming razor blade slid into his palm.

This is the signature weapon of the "King Yama's Decree".

Even though the other party came from the Department of the Supernatural, it was impossible to connect him with the identity of the executor.

Because the razor blade had once lost its contents outside Qinglong Temple, the Bureau of Mysteries already had relevant records.

It's possible that the lost artifact fell into the hands of the King of Hell.

Just as Xu Lindong was about to unleash his slash...

The figure carrying a lantern suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse: "No need to fight. I'm just here for a ride. Give me a lift, and perhaps—we can be friends."

Xu Lindong was taken aback.

In this instant.

The seats had already whizzed past.

The other party simply stepped aside and did not try to stop them.

He suddenly turned around.

A faint green will-o'-the-wisp appeared behind them, while the light from the white lanterns clung to the seats like a persistent, insidious infection.

In the light, the tall, slender figure trailed behind at a leisurely pace, and no matter how fast the chair sped, it could never shake him off.

Xu Lindong's eyes sharpened.

The ability of a wandering spirit to follow you like a shadow.

This guiding lantern—it clearly possesses the ability to track like a shadow, and its power is even greater.

By this time, the light from the lanterns had already enveloped the dilapidated chair.

Like a shadowy prison of light, it relentlessly pursued his trajectory on the path to the underworld, moving at breakneck speed.

"I can't shake it off. Unless there's a way to instantly block out this eerie light, but he'll never give me that chance..."

Xu Lindong's mind raced. Judging from the attitude of this midnight thug, it was clearly the same as the previous tests by the authorities.

It wasn't that I wanted to be his enemy, but rather that I wanted to recruit him.

But yesterday Liu Zhixing clearly reported and applied to drop the investigation.

Moreover, more than two months have passed, and the hype should have died down by now.

He even went to the outskirts of the city to activate the teleportation, yet he was still accurately blocked on the road to the underworld—the official channels are truly terrifyingly powerful.

Xu Lindong gradually steadied his breathing and spoke calmly, "So, like Station Chief Lu of the East District Spirit Monitoring Station, you've come here specifically to recruit me?"

"Sending out a Sequence Six powerhouse like you just to corner me alone—don't you think that's making a mountain out of a molehill? Isn't this a waste of manpower?"

The tall, thin figure hanging behind chuckled: "Of course not. If it were just to recruit you, it wouldn't be worth me making this trip in person."

I know what you're going to do—you probably don't mind bringing an extra helper, right?

Xu Lindong was stunned: "What? You're going to the Federation to kill people too?"

Speak elegantly and precisely.

The tall, thin figure chuckled softly, "Our mission is to deal with those evil forces and wicked people. It is the light of righteousness that shines upon us, spurring us forward."

This is called doing what is right, not killing—such a vulgar and inhumane statement.

Upon hearing this, Xu Lindong's expression immediately turned strange.

Is he mentally ill? There's a female mental patient locked up in his tower.

"It seems your awareness is still insufficient."

The tall, thin figure said calmly, "You've always heard that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, haven't you?"

These people have committed numerous evils and harmed countless innocent people.

By eliminating them, we save many more who should have suffered; this is the creation of immeasurable merit.

Xu Lindong listened, stunned, feeling that he was about to be convinced.

He even had a vague feeling that the other party's argument was more suitable for the Tower of Babel than his own.

In that sense, killing someone actually becomes an act of kindness to save lives.

At the same time, he remembered the other person's identity again.

This is a "midnight killer" who is among the top three most wanted by the federal government.

It's not unreasonable for someone like that to suddenly appear out of nowhere, hitch a ride, and go cause trouble in the federal government.

What's unreasonable is the "guiding lantern" in the other party's hand.

Xu Lindong deliberately slowed down the chair and continued to ask, "What is your relationship with the Department of Supernatural Affairs? This supernatural object in your hand—it belongs to the Department of Supernatural Affairs."

"Supernatural objects aren't the only products; it's not uncommon for them to appear in pairs or even multiples. It doesn't necessarily have to be the lamp from the Department of the Supernatural."

The Midnight Killer scoffed, "But I am indeed a member of the Department of the Supernatural."

But I came to you just to hitch a ride and do you a small favor.

Xu Lindong was taken aback: "Can you do me a small favor?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp, whistling sound came from behind.

"Take this first!"

Xu Lindong felt a sudden sense of alarm and did not reach out to take it.

But the object that was thrown inexplicably flipped in mid-air and landed steadily in the gap of the seat next to him.

"Um?"

His gaze swept across the room, and he saw a tiny, shadow-like figure sitting upright in a chair.

The little figure, supported by bamboo joints, twisted and turned its head slowly and strangely.

The originally blurry shadow puppet face solidified into Xu Lindong's features in the blink of an eye, exactly the same as his.

The moment their eyes met.

A fierce glint flashed in Xu Lindong's eyes. Just as he was about to tear the shadow puppet apart, a chilling sense of crisis suddenly exploded from the depths of his heart!

Before he could react, the threat receded like the tide, vanishing in an instant.

Almost simultaneously, the shadow puppet on the seat began to tremble violently.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!

Eerie, mycelium-like threads tore the shadow puppet apart from the inside, growing and spreading wildly until, in the blink of an eye, the shadow puppet was wrapped in a writhing clump of fungi.

It even produced several mushrooms with bizarre colors.

From the appearance of the shadow puppet to the outbreak of mycelium, only a few seconds passed.

It was as if the person behind had calculated the timing perfectly, throwing out the shadow puppet at the very critical moment.

"Mushrooms? These are poisonous mushrooms?"

The moment Xu Lindong saw the mycelium and mushrooms, his mind was jolted.

That insider message from this morning suddenly popped into my mind.

Yang Qiwei, ranked 62nd on the list of prodigies, died suddenly under mysterious circumstances. The official cause of death is suspected to be related to poisonous mushrooms!

As a chill ran down his spine, the calm voice of the midnight thug came from behind him again: "This mushroom is really weird. If you don't want to get involved, get rid of it quickly."

Xu Lindong's heart tightened.

He immediately activated his extraordinary inner energy, and a phantom image shot out from between his palms, striking the poisonous mushroom on the seat from a distance.

"Bang!"

The energy exploded.

The shadow puppet covered in mycelium was blasted away and fell into the dark depths on both sides of the path to the underworld.

Almost simultaneously, the sinister creatures lurking in the shadows around them pounced as if they had smelled life, making rustling tearing sounds.

Xu Lindong turned around abruptly and looked at the figure illuminated by the white lantern behind him, instantly understanding what the other party meant by "helping".

Just as he was about to ask a question, a blurry halo suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Path to the Netherworld has come to an end; this teleportation is about to conclude.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but let's talk about them after we get out."

The voice of the midnight thug came from behind, but his tone was colder than before.

It was as if these poisonous mushrooms had stirred up some unpleasant memories for him.

In that instant, the light ahead suddenly intensified.

With a whoosh, the broken chair rushed out of the secluded path.

The figure shrouded in the light of the guiding ghost lantern also followed closely behind.

However, just as the entrance to Tongyou Road was about to close, Xu Lindong had a thought and quietly moved the closing time forward by half a second.

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The light path closed like a gate, abruptly cutting off part of the light.

The light of the white lantern suddenly dimmed, as if it had lost its anchor, and the figure inside it flickered between reality and illusion and disappeared.

This was precisely the trick Xu Lindong deliberately played.

To avoid the other party being in a dangerous position behind him, and to prevent the other party from seeing the specific way he uses the broken car seat.

But he ultimately refrained from taking direct action.

Because he could tell that the midnight assailant truly meant no harm.

Moreover, the other party had indeed helped him just now, which seemed somewhat unusual.

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Outside the secluded path, as the light and shadow receded, the dilapidated seat suddenly came to a stop.

Xu Lindong looked around and found himself at the back door of a car bar in an old town.

All around were piles of discarded tires and scattered bottles, and the walls were covered in graffiti. The air was filled with the smell of cheap alcohol mixed with rotting garbage.

Some of the tires were even covered with transparent, shrunken covers, which looked utterly absurd and disgusting.

"The air was thick with the stench of decay... I knew immediately that we had gone abroad."

He stood up and quickly scanned his surroundings.

But they couldn't find the figure carrying the lantern.

A slight tremor ran through my heart.

Clearly, the interference at the entrance just now did have an effect; the other party should have been teleported to another location nearby.

As long as you don't stick close behind him while you eat.

Xu Lindong raised his hand and placed it on the broken chair, which was instantly sucked into the Tower of Babel.

As they answered, the back door of the bar in front was suddenly kicked open, and several beer bottles and ping-pong balls were scattered all over the ground.

Three tattooed youths staggered out, cursing under their breath; they had clearly all been badly injured.

One of them was supporting a blonde woman who was already in a daze, her steps unsteady.

Xu Lindong glanced at it, too lazy to pay attention, and turned around to walk around it.

"Hey! Hey hey! Look what I see! Look at my buddies... Look at Da'er..."

A drunken young man staggered forward, a butterfly knife dangling from his fingers. His eyes were murky as he mumbled curses in the Commonwealth: "A Xia pig—Songran has a Xia pig daring to roam around Da'er? Listen, you damned yellow-skinned monkey, hand over all your money!"

"This is going to be fun!"

"Martin! Show him what's what, shove your limp thing into his poor mouth."

The others gathered around, their faces bearing malicious smiles.

Xu Lindong glanced at him coldly.

The next second, he took a step forward.

His foot landed with a dull thud.

An invisible ripple of death energy immediately spread across the ground.

The people who had surrounded them all froze at the same time.

A chilling, deathly aura quickly seeped into their bodies, spreading wildly.

Their pupils suddenly dilated, their drunkenness was instantly replaced by fear, and their mouths opened but no sound came out.

The deathly aura, like a layer of frost, rapidly rose from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

In just one second.

Their bodies went limp and they collapsed, their eyes frozen in despair and horror at the last moment.

In the last second of their lives, they experienced what the despair of death meant, and what the fear of offending the Xia people in front of them meant.

"Clatter".

The blonde woman, no longer able to support herself, collapsed to the ground, emitting muffled moans and groans.

Xu Lindong didn't even glance at them, but turned around, turning his head to face the shadows at the end of the alley, his voice cold: "Do you always like to appear behind other people?"

A tall, slender figure calmly emerged from the shadows across the street, his voice indifferent: "Compared to what you just did, my appearance behind you doesn't seem too much, does it?"

"You're so naive. I just helped you out, and you turn around and dump me."

Xu Lindong's eyes were icy: "I don't understand your intentions. Now, explain yourself clearly, or you won't be able to escape."

The tall, thin figure paused, stood still, and suddenly chuckled: "Looks like you have a backup plan—no wonder it's called the King of Hell's Decree."

Even if I hadn't intervened, you should have had a way to handle that kind of crisis, right?

Don't forget, Yang Zouwei, who was ranked sixty-second on the Prodigy Ranking, has already died from this kind of method.

Xu Lindong frowned, and instead of answering, asked, "Why did you come to me?"

The tall, slender figure slowly raised his head.

Beneath the black hat, a black and red mask was visible—the "Killer Mask," a symbol of his identity.

He said in a steady voice, "From the very beginning, someone has been trying to find out your exact location from me."

They only know you're in Jiangzha, and they want to find you and get revenge on you.

"But I'm actually very curious about how they'll retaliate against you."

"With the current martial law in Xia Kingdom and the blockade by Jiangzha, it's impossible for their people, especially those superhumans capable of threatening you, to sneak in silently."

"At first I didn't care too much, I just went through the motions of helping you find me, and also—I wanted to see what tricks they were up to."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Xu Lindong: "Until three days ago, Yang Zouwei suddenly died, his body covered with poisonous mushrooms and mycelium."

Xu Lindong's gaze sharpened.

The midnight thug continued, "But he hasn't been into the sinkhole or eaten mushrooms in the last two weeks."

His cause of death was very mysterious.

After dissection, the Extraordinary Research Institute discovered that the mycelium and poisonous mushrooms did not grow naturally, but were created by some supernatural force—likely related to some evil object.

"The way you can kill someone silently without sending anyone reminds me of you."

Those people from the "evil society" also want to get back at you.

"Therefore, I speculate that Yang Zouwei's death was the work of an evil society. They may use the same methods against you."

The best starting point to verify this hypothesis is you.

"So I deliberately revealed your location and identity, and at the same time—I also prepared that 'scapegoat' for you."

Xu Lindong's eyes turned cold: "Are you using me as bait?"

"No, no, no."

The tall, slender figure chuckled, "Even if I don't do anything, do you think that one rash action will forever prevent you from being targeted by them?"

Xu Lindong frowned.

Indeed, even if the other party does not reveal his location.

If he rashly approaches them and they confirm his identity, he might fall victim to their schemes if someone secretly uses such methods.

At that point, we'll either have to ask the Earth Goddess to use her last chance to act, or we'll have to gamble with the life-saving badge given to us by the Chief.

This is a case of using up one of your trump cards before even getting started.

"You just triggered an attack."

The tall, thin figure's voice turned deep, "And the attackers—are none other than mycelium and mushrooms."

"Now I'm certain my guess was right. The people who killed Yang Zouwei are the same group that wants to kill you."

"They were fighting over that evil object."

His gaze, hidden behind his mask, suddenly sharpened: "This is the real reason I came here—to deal with them and prevent more prodigies from being harmed."

Xu Lindong stared at the other person's tall and thin figure and suddenly felt that he looked familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember who it was.

The other person's voice had obviously been processed; he had never heard such a voice before.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, and his tone turned icy: "No, since the evil society can ask you for help, it means you've already cooperated with them and gained their trust."

As if struck by lightning, a certain message suddenly surfaced in his mind.

A murderous glint flashed in Xu Lindong's eyes: "It was you? You were the one who stood up for the evil society and blocked the powerful clans' food carts back then!"

"Whoosh!"

He had already raised the razor blade in his hand with a stern air.

The midnight thug quickly stepped back, his tone still calm as he said, "Yes, I was the one who sealed off that food truck, but you don't need to make a move now."

He continued, "My identity and everything I do are officially authorized."

How can I gain their trust if I don't do something for them?

"Only by paving the way can we infiltrate their ranks and obtain truly valuable intelligence, just like how we intercepted their threat to the Xia Kingdom's prodigies."

Xu Lindong scoffed coldly: "Your answer is just your side of the story. How can I believe you?"

When that food truck first appeared in the area, didn't you realize how dangerous it was?

It has already threatened the political security of many ordinary, innocent civilians.

Can you also call him "Xiao Qi" as you mentioned?

The midnight thug spread his hands: "But didn't Chief Dang take action immediately after the food truck appeared?"

Even Consultant Xie later intervened.

Regarding these personnel arrangements, Yuan Xian had actually made preparations to receive them.

"Was the answer arranged long ago?" Xu Lindong frowned.

"Director Dang is not right, Advisor Xie is."

The midnight killer shook his head. "I know their original plan was to cause mass casualties at the train station. Consultant Xie has also received some hints from me and has already gone there to ambush them."

As a result, you intercepted the people carrying the food cart halfway there, and then drove that strange food cart all over the streets.

If anyone is creating danger, it's you.

However, you handled it very well, and Director Dang arrived in time after coordinating, which prevented any trouble.

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