Those who reincarnate must die.

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Zhang Lang recalled that Lao Mo had indeed said that the number 12 altar was wiped out by a Yin Clan team, and that the one who defeated them was a newcomer!

"What's that guy's name? Do you have any more detailed information?"

"All we know is that his name is Amok, and he comes from the Third Altar of the Yin Clan. We don't know much else," Wang Defa advised. "Brother Hunter, I know you're very strong, even comparable to some of the altar masters of the Shen Clan. But I still hope you don't expose yourself to the other races. After all, the Shen Clan is relatively weak. If other races find out about a newcomer with such unlimited potential, it will inevitably attract targeted assassinations. At that point, even the entire Shen Clan might not be able to support you..."

"If I were you, I would definitely choose to lie low for a while, and only consider other things after I have gained enough strength!"

Zhang Lang nodded: "Thank you for your advice, I understand."

After chatting for a while, the group said goodbye to Wang Defa and returned to the hotel.

Here, Zhang Lang explained that he had to leave the next day to take care of some things and wouldn't be able to go back with them. He also asked Gu Shushu to ask the school for leave for him if he couldn't go back on Monday.

Given Zhang Lang's previous accidental illness, the school shouldn't make things too difficult for him.

Everyone was curious about what Zhang Lang was going to do, but he didn't say. He just told them that he was dealing with a small problem that would be resolved in two or three days at most.

Nothing happened that night, and the next morning, Zhang Lang left the hotel and went to the airport.

The people from Yingjian Group were already waiting here and helped Zhang Lang with the check-in procedures.

While waiting to complete the formalities, bored, Zhang Lang took out yesterday's documents and glanced at them again. He was surprised to find that the page listing the dispatched team members only had information for four people left…

What's going on? Zhang Lang remembers there were supposed to be eight people when he checked yesterday, right?

Just then, the staff member finished completing the formalities and came over. Zhang Lang stopped him and asked, "How many people did you send to Sangqi Town before?"

"Four." The staff member seemed quite puzzled by his question, pointing to the documents in Zhang Lang's hand and saying, "Aren't they all here?"

As he spoke, the staff member blinked. "No, I misremembered. There should be three... Wait, why are there four people on this document? It must be a printing error." He then pointed to one of the people on the document and said, "There shouldn't be anyone like that... By the way, who is he? Does he even exist in the organization?"

Zhang Lang frowned slightly, said nothing, took the ticket, said goodbye to the puzzled staff member, and walked into customs alone.

Clearly, the four people who disappeared earlier, as well as the one that the staff pointed out as non-existent, have all been erased. All evidence of their existence in this world, including people's memories of them, has been wiped clean.

The most recent deletion happened just now, the instant the staff changed their story. If Zhang Lang hadn't been holding it, that person's information on the report would probably have been erased too.

The fact that their existence would be erased was information Zhang Lang already knew. What truly puzzled him was that the Eastern Branch of the Shattered Sword should possess a certain degree of ability to resist changes in reality, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to confirm the list of five thousand people.

This ability would definitely be used on the team sent to Kuwasaki Town. In other words, if anyone in that team were killed, the Shattered Sword should have noticed. But now, only three of the eight people remain, and he hasn't received any warning. This can only mean that the evil spirits in that town have become stronger!

Perhaps it had undergone a qualitative change by devouring too many people, or perhaps it was because it had devoured psionicists that its power had been further enhanced, even to the point that it could deceive the detection of the Broken Sword.

This is not good. Zhang Lang still remembers the person the staff member pointed to. After eliminating them, there should be three left on this paper, one of whom is Matsumoto Fumino.

His teammate was quite lucky to be alive, but at this rate, she probably wouldn't last much longer. Although they weren't particularly close, she was still a teammate, and Zhang Lang still hoped to save her.

With this in mind, he took out gloves and put them on while waiting for his flight, trying to avoid touching the documents as much as possible. This way, he wouldn't affect the changes in the documents, and could monitor the team's movements to some extent.

And so, Zhang Lang kept staring at the documents, and just as he was waiting to board the plane and prepare for takeoff, another name disappeared...

Two are left, and Matsumoto Fumino is still alive!

Zhang Lang frowned. Donghai City is only a little over a thousand kilometers away from Yingzhou Island, which is just over an hour's flight by plane.

The plane landed at Aiyu City Airport, which is only about 20 kilometers away from Sangqi Town. The roads in between are all mountain roads. Once there, Zhang Lang can use his speed to race through the mountains and forests and reach Sangqi Town in no time.

Hang in there, you two, I'm almost there.

Just as Zhang Lang's plane was hovering in the sky, a terrible thing was happening in Kuwasaki Town, Aiyu Prefecture, on the main island of Yingzhou.

Kuwasaki Shopping Mall is the only commercial plaza in Kuwasaki Town. Although small, it is the main place for the town's residents to relax and shop on weekdays. On this weekend, the mall was bustling with people.

In the fast food restaurant on the first floor, a pretty high school girl was sitting by the window, holding a cup of milk tea and sipping it quietly.

Across from the restaurant, a few boys who looked like high school students were chatting. Suddenly, one of them noticed them and pointed in the direction of the high school girl, saying something. The others also turned their attention to them.

After exchanging a few jokes, one of the handsome boys with dyed blond hair stood up, confidently walked to the high school girl, leaned back in his chair, and gave her a hearty smile.

"Are you alone, miss? Isn't your uniform from Kuwasaki High School? Are you a transfer student?"

The high school girl didn't even glance at him, coldly saying, "You'd better not get involved with me."

"Don't be so cold!" The boy sat down opposite the girl as if they were old friends. "You're so cute, you must have a lot of admirers. Can you give me a chance?"

As he spoke, he actually reached out and grabbed the girl's hand.

The girl frowned slightly and raised her hand to dodge.

But to everyone's surprise, the boy grabbed the girl's phone from the table: "Wow, it's the latest MXphone 9th generation! The phone case is so cute too. You must be from a big city, to be so..."

Halfway through his sentence, the boy suddenly froze, his face filled with terror, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes fixed on the girl… or more precisely, on the empty space behind her.