Urban Demon Slayer

Zhezhe Car Wash Shop.

Except for Li Qianqiu and Wang Qianchen, the other demon slayers have all returned and have already had dinner and started watching TV and playing on their mobile phones.

"Hey, Brother Zhou, where's Xiaochen? Didn't he come back with you?" Solanum Solanum was lying on the sofa chatting on WeChat, her two big white legs dangling on the armrest.

Li Qianqiu is a workaholic and often comes back late at night, so Long Kui didn't ask at all.

"I don't know. He called me just now and said he had something to do!" Zhou Weiguo yawned. Older people are indeed not as energetic as young people. If it weren't for it being early, he would have gone to bed. .

"Just don't get into any trouble..." Long Kui frowned slightly. She had already received instructions to teach Wang Qianchen how to shoot marksmanship tomorrow.

"It's okay. He has a walkie-talkie. If anything happens, he will notify us as soon as possible!" Zhou Weiguo yawned again, then took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to his old comrade Sun Youcai: "Tiezi, what have you been busy with recently?"

But Sun Youcai did not reply.

…

The Chenghuang Temple was silent at night, sitting quietly in the pitch-black night, as if there had been no scene for thousands of years.

What changes have occurred? Watching this Luzhou City silently.

Wang Qianchen opened the door and walked in, then went straight to the main hall, came to the tall clay statue, and gently patted Zhou Junxian's calf.

"Mr. Zhou, are you there?"

"Old dog Zhou, don't pretend to be dead. Believe it or not, I will shoot you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Qianchen exerted pressure from his soul, and the sound of Brick immediately disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a phantom floated out from the statue, and then gradually condensed into a solid body, standing in front of Wang Qianchen with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Junxian asked with a smile, as if he was always so gentle.

"Ah, um, I heard you have a Qiankun bag here..."

"Take it—"

After all, he was here to ask for something. Wang Qianchen was a little embarrassed at first, but before he finished speaking, Zhou Junxian took off a bag from his waist and handed it over.

This kit is only about the size of a keychain. I don't know what kind of material it is made of. It is engraved with some complicated patterns and exudes a little fragrance.

"Is this the Qiankun Bag?" Wang Qianchen looked delighted.

"Yes, it can hold a lot of things. It's definitely a good place to live.

A great tool for home and travel! "Zhou Junxian smiled and stuffed the Qiankun bag into Wang Qianchen's hand.

"This...is this for me?" Wang Qianchen scratched his head, still a little embarrassed.

"Well, as long as you want it, as long as I have it, I will find a way to pick the stars in the sky for you!" Zhou Junxian said softly, and patted Wang Qianchen on the shoulder.

Good guy, this domineering CEO style...

Love it, love it!

Since Zhou Junxian was so generous, Wang Qianchen was no longer polite. After asking for advice on how to use it, he said goodbye and left the City God's Temple.

Watching Wang Qianchen leave, Zhou Junxian smiled, turned into a shadow, and returned to the tall statue.

…

Abandoned factory building, gate.

Two sneaky figures were watching here.

"Where are those two demon-slayers?" the young man with a gap asked in a low voice.

"The one who was here an hour ago..." Wu Weiren also looked puzzled.

"Damn it, an hour ago?!" the young man in Huokou said speechlessly: "It's already dark now, brother, people have gone home long ago, right?"

"Let's go and have a look at their station!" Wu Weiren gritted his teeth. If

If Wang Qianchen really goes back, he can only take action tomorrow.

"Resident? Are you crazy? Do you really think you have nine lives?" The young man with a gap kicked his legs again and was about to jump away.

Wu Weiren was still prepared, grabbed his leg, and whispered: "Don't worry, I can cover up the evil spirit on your body, and we can explore the situation without anyone noticing..."

…

In the city, there is a rental house in the basement.

Looking at the dazzling array of books around him, Wang Qianchen first cleaned up the original contents of the Qiankun bag, and ended up pouring out a pile of bedding, bedding, shoes, toothbrushes, washbasins, clothes drying racks...

You can really fit so many things in this small bag!

"Mr. Zhou is really down-to-earth..." Wang Qianchen couldn't laugh or cry.

"Poor! After being the City God for so many years, I don't even have any gold, silver, jade, or agate!" Bian Bian said with disdain.

After emptying the Qiankun bag, Mr. Honglou happily moved his books, but it was too laborious for him alone. He could only take two or three books at a time. When should he move them?

"[Invite]!" Wang Qianchen tried again[

The skills in "Seventy-two Changes".

I remember that when there was only the sand realm before, he couldn't even recruit a paper shell. Now that he was in the earth realm, he could finally lift a book. So under Wang Qianchen's control, those books were transferred one by one to the Qiankun bag. Although the speed is still very slow, it is much stronger than before.

"Wow, Master, you are so powerful. You can actually do this. You are so powerful!" Mr. Honglou's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had regarded Wang Qianchen as his idol.

"Bah, you flatterer! What the hell..." Ban Zhuan instinctively wanted to say something disparaging, but suddenly remembered something and quickly changed the subject: "Master, there are so many great things!"

…

Zhezhe's car wash shop.

"Jungle! Jungle! Don't let them steal the baron!"

"Fuck them! Fuck them!"

Zhou Weiguo lay on the sofa and squinted for a nap. He was suddenly woken up by the sound of Solanum Kui and Zhong Xin playing black. He drowsily picked up his phone and took a look at it. He found that his comrade Sun Youcai still hadn't replied.

"Is something going to happen?" Zhou Weiguo was a little worried, but he didn't call to ask.

As a demon slayer, it is a basic code of conduct not to actively contact friends outside the circle.

(End of chapter)