Please, graduates, slay the demon!

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"Hey, anyone here could easily twist your head off."

The two graduates were chatting idly when a female soldier who had just come out of the bathhouse heard the commotion, picked up a stone from the ground, and hit one of the graduates on the head, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

"Hey, wait a minute."

The graduate next to Chen Yang spoke up.

"I heard that you have to figure out the rules in the military camp on your own... and you'll have to find your own way around the military area in the future. What if I accidentally go to the wrong bathhouse? Will I get beaten to death by the female soldiers? The veterans here who have been here for more than two years are probably all second-rank martial artists."

"Brother, you're still too innocent. You need to open your eyes wide at times like this, so you can die a romantic death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guy who was talking about ghosts widened his eyes and made a rather lewd expression.

There were quite a few female graduates in the group, and they were looking at Chen Yang and his group with disdain and contempt.

"Hey bro, what's your name?"

Young people switch topics very quickly; they've just stopped talking, and now they're serious again.

Perhaps because everyone was standing there not knowing what to do, they started chatting again.

"My name is Li Jiatong, what's yours?"

Vanke.

Ding Xudong.

"Where are the female soldiers...?"

"Zhang Yanran".

"The Wen family."

The female soldiers reluctantly introduced themselves, still showing disdain for the boys.

Everyone started talking at once, and the boy next to them, named Li Jiatong, nudged Chen Yang's arm:

"And you, what's your name?"

"Chen Yang".

The moment those two words were uttered, someone's eyes widened instantly:

"What a coincidence! I'm from No. 7 City High School. The top scorer in our city's college entrance exam is also named Chen Yang. He's really amazing. He never dropped out of first place in all three years of high school. He should be in college in the inner circle by now."

Chen Yang remained silent, keeping his arms crossed to avoid unnecessary trouble, thus concealing the badge on his chest that represented his identity.

Everyone chatted idly, one sentence after another.

Soon, veterans wearing second-rank martial arts medals began to appear among the graduates.

"Those whose names are called, follow me. Li Jiatong, Vanke, Ding Xudong..."

A group of people gathered in front of the veteran, who was of rank two. After counting the number of people, he told everyone to get in the car and then drove away in his pickup truck.

In no time, a dozen veterans arrived and called the new recruits away.

As the pickup trucks drove away one by one, only Chen Yang remained standing.

For a moment, Chen Yang was at a loss.

Xu Chuan left him there without saying who he was going with.

Chen Yang waited for half an hour, but no one came. So he simply sat down to meditate next to a tiled house and began to breathe in spiritual energy. He had been resting for a day, and this kind of rest was very unfamiliar to him.

I waited for about half an hour more.

Chen Yang sensed someone standing in front of him, their presence quite obvious.

An old, frail voice rang out:

"Chen Yang, that's you?"

Chen Yang finished his breathing exercises, opened his eyes, and saw a pair of worn-out cloth shoes. Looking up, he saw a thin old man wearing a white vest.

The old man was really old; his body was covered in deep, etched wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy and unclear.

But the old man's back was straight, his beard grew to his neck, and his long hair was coiled up and tied with a hairpin made of pear wood.

"Yes, I am Chen Yang."

The old man was silent for a moment: "If you're not busy at night and feel anxious, getting up in the middle of the night to mend your pants, what good is it for you to cultivate yourself at this time?"

Chen Yang was taken aback, feeling somewhat bewildered by the sudden sharp and sarcastic remark.

"Why are you still sitting? Should I get you a recliner and call a few female soldiers over to massage your legs and shoulders?"

Chen Yang patted his bottom and stood up, feeling a little embarrassed by what he had been told, so he could only give the old man a salute.

"Put your hands down, and don't salute me again. I see people saluting dead people all the time; it's a very unlucky gesture. I'm far from that time."

After saying that, the old man walked away into the distance.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and, seeing that Chen Yang hadn't followed, said irritably:

"What, you're really waiting for me to call in female soldiers for you?"

Chen Yang then realized that this must be the veteran who was about to take his away.

But this veteran is way too old.

"Why do I always feel that you're a bit too wise, not as smart as Xu Chuan or his resume says?"

The old man said as he walked:

"Memorize all the roads around here, so you don't go to the wrong toilet or bathhouse and get crippled by the female soldiers, which will delay your work."

Only then did Chen Yang have the mind to re-observe the surrounding houses.

If the entire City of Eleven were like this, Chen Yang felt somewhat suffocated.

There are no room numbers, no street signs; to remember the way, you can only look at the differences between the houses.

For example, some houses are newer, some are severely damaged, and some have more roof tiles.

Chen Yang had seen this layout in textbooks. It was said to be a military camp specifically designed to prevent spies and assassins from entering the camp and assassinating important commanders.

Chen Yang followed behind the old man, feeling rather awkward. After thinking for a while, he finally spoke:

"Um, thank you for your hospitality."

"Don't force yourself to talk," the old man said wistfully. "If I'd known it was just another criminal boss, I wouldn't have come."

Chen Yang asked:

"What will I do from now on? How should I address you?"

The old man had his hands behind his back:

"Sun Wen, everyone here calls me Master Sun or Old Man Sun. As for what you do, just do whatever dirty work is available..."

The old man paused, then continued, "Anyway, you probably won't have time to cultivate like you just did, and you won't be able to cultivate in the future either."

"Ugh, what's that fishy smell!"

The old man stopped again, and suddenly brought his nose close to Chen Yang's and sniffed:

"Eighteen years old? Has he killed someone?"

Chen Yang nodded.

The old man asked, "How many did you kill?"

Chen Yang replied, "Two."

The old man asked again, "What is your identity?"

Chen Yang replied decisively: "My grandfather and his grandson."

The old man squinted at Chen Yang, then suddenly stretched out his right hand and began to rub his index and middle fingers with his thumb.

Chen Yang remained silent, just watching the old man make these movements, showing no sign of leading the way.

He let out a long breath and said decisively:

"Master Sun, I don't have any money on me."

The old man was stunned, then veins bulged on his face. He smacked Chen Yang on the head with his knuckles, then turned and left quickly, his hands continuing to rub together.

When were you born?

Chen Yang followed up with the answer: "December 1st."

The old man spat out a mouthful of saliva: "What a disaster! A few days ago they sent me a madman and a thief, and today they sent me a murderer."

As Chen Yang followed the old man, the old man suddenly stopped at the entrance of a small alley, then quickly rubbed his fingers together and pointed to the right:

"There's something good on this side today."

Chen Yang was stunned, clearly not having reacted yet.

Follow the old man to the corner of another alley.

As soon as I stepped inside, the house was steaming hot.

Several female soldiers, soaked to the bone, came out carrying a harness. They glared at the old man the moment they saw him.

"Aaaaaah, I don't want to look, I don't want to look!"

The old man covered his eyes, but his fingers were wide open.

He lightly slapped himself and said:

"Oh dear, please forgive me, little sister. This old man is getting on in years and really can't remember the way. I didn't mean to pass by here."