Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang volunteered to stay and protect the witch. (Google search reading)

Carl hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed. After all, there were too many things to handle at the Ninth Bureau, and Zhang Lang was a newcomer who didn't understand many things; he wouldn't be able to handle things well if he stayed at the scene. With his combat skills, he was indeed suitable to protect the witch.

Aldridge seemed somewhat surprised: "Such an important task, can he really handle it?"

"Captain Aldridge, you may know more about him in other ways than I do, but believe me, you have no idea how powerful his abilities are! In this situation, he is the most suitable bodyguard!"

Finally, Carl persuaded Aldrich to let Zhang Lang replace Dans and stay there.

"You're something else, kid." After Carl walked away, Aldrich patted Zhang Lang on the shoulder.

"It's only been less than a day, and Karl trusts you so much? Did you know him before?"

Zhang Lang shook his head: "We didn't know each other before! We're not familiar with each other now either."

Aldrich narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Well, you'd better be careful... As far as I know, Carl is an extremely cautious person. I'm quite surprised he recruited you into the team so easily, and even values ​​you so much. You'd better be careful!"

Zhang Lang glanced at Aldrich, surprised that this chubby, stingy captain was actually a decent guy...

Zhang Lang smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

Aldridge nodded, hands behind his back, about to leave, when Zhang Lang called out to him, "Captain, who is this witch?"

This was something Xu had asked him to ask. Based on Zhang Lang's previous style, this kind of indigenous background wouldn't be of much use. Anyway, he knew the assassin was a reincarnator, so he could just kill him!

However, looking back, the seven deadly sins in this background information can be used to deduce the identity of the target, which even the reincarnators do not know, and even lock the order to a certain extent. It seems that it will be necessary to collect information in mission worlds in the future!

Aldrich chuckled and gestured with his eyes to the royal guards inside the room: "Curious?"

Zhang Lang nodded.

"Actually, it's not just the royal family; the various noble families also don't want anything to happen to this witch!" Aldrich whispered. "Do you know why this witch is considered to represent pride, the first of the seven deadly sins?"

Zhang Lang shook his head.

"Because the greatest arrogance is to perform miracles that only gods can do!" Aldrich narrowed his eyes. "For example, giving life!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang frowned and looked at the gigantic man standing behind the witch!

"That little girl is an expert in life magic. Thanks to her, His Majesty and the high nobles can live much longer than ordinary people!" Aldrich continued to explain, "Therefore, she is the pillar of the empire's top echelon. Anyone else can be harmed, but she cannot!"

Lifespan...

Zhang Lang sighed softly to himself...

As someone from a world where superhumans are everywhere, there are naturally precedents for people with similar self-healing abilities. Because their bodies can perfectly regenerate, these people not only don't get sick, but they also often have very long lifespans!

As for Zhang Lang himself, he was stronger than any self-healing ability user he had ever heard of, so lifespan shouldn't be a constraint for him...

In fact, after he turned twenty, he vaguely felt that his physical functions were beginning to stabilize...

This is not normal growth or aging. It's a feeling that's hard to express, but only he knows that his body will be fixed at a certain physiological stage between the ages of twenty and thirty, and will remain so for a long time...

Therefore, he could understand the troubles of those with short lifespans, but he found it somewhat difficult to empathize with them...

"By the way, Captain, you heard about what happened at Bureau Nine!" Zhang Lang reminded them. The killer might still have some of these oversized bombs; if they were used here...

"Don't worry..." Aldrich smiled, looking at the Royal Guard member sitting in the corner. "Nothing that happens in this house escapes the Royal Guard's keen ears... They'll be on guard!"

"Hearers who can hear everything?" Zhang Lang frowned. "Then is it even useful for us to speak so softly?"

Aldridge chuckled. "After all, it's more effective to talk badly about someone when you're speaking softly!"

Zhang Lang was slightly taken aback, glanced at the captain with the rather large belly, and ultimately remained silent...

After a while, Aldrich checked the time: "You stay here and continue the guard duty. I'll go out and make arrangements for the regular police officers..." With that, he got up to take his leave and left the living room.

Since Zhang Lang began hunting reincarnators, he had been engaged in murderous acts, and this was the first time he had done this as a bodyguard. Especially since his only acquaintance, Aldrich, had gone out to dispatch the police, leaving him alone in the house, he was unsure of what to do. So, he could only imitate Dans's actions and sit in front of the witch, staring straight at her.

This little girl seemed to be used to big scenes. With so many bodyguards and police officers in the room, and a burly man sitting opposite her with a menacing look, she calmly started brewing black tea.

"Want some?" The girl poured herself a glass and then poured one for Zhang Lang as well. "Add as much sugar as you like."

Zhang Lang looked up at the girl and said, "I like to drink Pu'er tea!"

He wasn't lying. Before the apocalypse, given Zhang Lang's circumstances, if he wanted to drink tea, he could only buy some broken tea leaves at a low price—that is, the leftover tea dregs from tea shops. Mixing various broken tea leaves together and brewing them would be quite refreshing.

Later, the world changed drastically, and all the living people on the street became monsters. The entire town of Anning became his alone, and he could drink any of the good tea in the tea shop. After trying all kinds, he became most fond of Pu'er tea.

"Poor?" The girl was slightly taken aback. "Using poverty as tea leaves, is that considered finding joy in hardship?"

Clearly, the witch who had never seen Pu'er tea had misunderstood his meaning, but Zhang Lang was too lazy to explain.

"You're very special!" The witch took a sip of her black tea, revealing a maturity incongruous with her appearance. "More special than everyone here. I can't even fathom your true nature!"

Zhang Lang glanced at the little devil: "You can see other people's abilities?"

The little witch smiled faintly: "Not just abilities! Age, race, physical condition, where you're sick, where you're developed—I can tell all of that! But you, in my eyes, are just a blur... I can't see anything at all!"

"It's the ability to return to simplicity!" Xu reminded Zhang Lang in his mind.

"Looks like your eyesight isn't quite there yet!" Zhang Lang stared straight into the little witch's eyes.

"Heh..." The witch put down her teacup. "I've only ever seen one person as special as you before!"

Zhang Lang's handsome face flickered: "Is he also in a state of chaos?"

"No!" The little witch shook her head. "He is exceptionally dazzling. I have never seen anything so radiant in this world! I think he is not from this world! I know you are not either!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang's half-closed eyes widened instantly, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost pierced through.

"Don't be so scary!" The little witch chuckled, covering her mouth. "Don't worry, I've set up a barrier around us. Our voices won't carry, and that guy with the super hearing won't be able to hear what we're saying!"

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