Golden Summoner

In the dark night, a bolt of lightning emerged from the clouds and fell directly on the small square outside Wuyou Building without any warning, startling the people around him.

As soon as the lightning disappeared, the man in the iron mask appeared here holding Xia Pingan's hand.

The police have set up a cordon outside the Wuyou Building.

It was so exciting just now that the Iron-faced Man brought Xia Pingan to use the thunder escape technique. For Xia Pingan, it was like riding a super roller coaster. In the roar of lightning, the whole person was going up and down. , dizzy for a few seconds, and then rushed over.

The man in the iron mask is really awesome.

"Who is it?" Looking at the lightning that suddenly appeared here and the two people who appeared after the lightning, several policemen suddenly gathered around.

Xia Pingan took out his inspection badge and flashed it at the policemen. The policemen's attitudes changed and they immediately retreated.

Xia Ping'an didn't say anything more, and went directly through the blockade with the man in iron mask and went to Wuyou Building.

A pair of patrolling Judgment Army teams have surrounded this place. Xia Pingan revealed his identity. The captain of the Judgment Army team looked at the token that Xia Pingan had arrived and asked, "This is not Donggang District. Your Excellency was investigating before. Master Shuiyue’s case?”

"No, this man owed me a lot of money before. I heard something happened, so I came over to check and confirm if he ran away. Please help me, brother!" Xia Ping'an said.

"Oh!" After hearing what Xia Pingan said, the Judgment Army team did not stop them and just made it a convenience to let Xia Pingan and the Iron-faced Man go upstairs.

The smell inside Wuyou Building is a bit pungent, with an unspeakable fishy stench. There is a pool of pus and blood outside Wuyou Building, and a pool of pus and blood inside Wuyou Building.

The two of them came directly to the pool of pus and blood in Wuyou Building. Xia Pingan frowned slightly and looked at the pool of pus and blood.

The God of Fortune boy had just arrived here before the two of them, so Xia Pingan already knew everything about what happened here - just now, Master Shuiyue and the boy next to him in the Wuyou Building were in full view of everyone. Without saying a word, it suddenly turned into pus and blood, frightening the people who came here to interpret the dream. They quickly called the police, and the Judgment Army team who received the news also rushed over.

After investigation, the Judgment Army team found that there was no trace of the summoner's action here, and the two pools of pus and blood were suspected of poisoning.

The iron-faced man squatted in front of a pool of pus and blood, looked at it carefully, stood up, and said to Xia Pingan, "This is a kind of poison called **, and the soul, bones, and blood of a person who is poisoned will dissolve little by little. , won’t leave anything behind!”

Xia Pingan nodded and searched in Wuyou Building, but found no other clues. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart and let the dream demon run away.

Master Shuiyue and his followers, who turned into pus and blood, are definitely one of the puppets controlled by the dream demon.

The Dream Demon allowed Master Shuiyue to use his identity to deceive people in Shangjing City. The Dream Demon controlled the situation, and while the Dream Demon was in the Shangjing City, he should have other identities and hiding spots that would not be exposed easily.

The cunning of this dream demon is beyond imagination.

Once it was discovered that his whereabouts were exposed, the dream demon immediately cut off its tail to survive, causing Master Shuiyue to "self-destruct". Not even the blessed boy could find any trace of the dream demon.

This also indirectly proved that the sword he threw did not kill the dream demon.

The trace of the dream demon that had just been caught was cut off.

But this time it is not all without gain, at least the dream demon can no longer hide so easily. The dream demon broke one of his right hands in the spiritual world, so no matter what methods the dream demon uses in the future, his right hand should be disabled. What kind of elixir is there? It's impossible to save him with any magic medicine, so it will be easier to target the dream demon.

Xia Pingan and the Iron-faced Man then exited Wuyou Building and walked on the street outside.

"That Master Shuiyue really owes you a lot of money?" the iron-masked man asked. In fact, until now, the iron-masked man didn't know why Xia Ping'an hurried here as soon as he woke up from the secret room.

"False!" Xia Pingan said without thinking, "The real Master Shuiyue is the Dream Demon, and the dead one is a puppet!"

The man in the iron mask gasped slightly, "Incubus?"

"Yes!"

"You've been in the underground secret room these past few days, and I was worried that you wouldn't wake up. How did you know?" The man in the iron mask asked incredulously.

"So, why do you think I haven't woken up these days? I had a fight with the dream demon in my dream and cut off one of the demon's hands. In the future, if you see someone without a right hand, pay more attention to that person. Maybe it's a dream demon. You just need to know this news, keep it secret for now!" Xia Ping'an shrugged and smiled, touching his belly, "Let's go, find a place and I'll treat you to something to eat. I haven't eaten in a few days. I'm so hungry!"

The iron-faced man took a deep look at Xia Pingan and felt that Xia Pingan was too enigmatic.

The two found a restaurant nearby. Xia Pingan ordered a table of dishes and devoured them.

Xia Pingan seemed to be normal, but the iron-masked man still found that Xia Pingan's expression was slightly different from usual. While eating, Xia Pingan was a little calmer than normal, not as casual as usual, and his eyes occasionally became deep, just like Like thinking about something.

The matter of the Dream Demon is indeed not over yet, and there is still a tail left. Xia Pingan has to carefully consider what consequences the Blood Demon Sect will have after knowing that he can enter the spirit world. This time, although he has temporarily lifted the Dream Demon's influence on him, Threat, but to a certain extent, he was also completely exposed to the Blood Demon Cult.

Xia Pingan had to face it carefully.

The death of Master Shuiyue, on this night, caused almost no big movement except for causing some waves in the circle of dream fortune tellers in the upper capital. After the investigation by the Judgment Army, they came to the conclusion that he committed suicide by taking poison. Not many people care anymore.

The resources of the Judgment Army are also limited, and the death of a scheming dream teller is really nothing in the Shangjing City in front of us.

After eating with the Iron-faced Man, he returned to the small rented courtyard again. Xia Pingan calculated the time and found that the killer the Huang family was looking for to kill him would probably arrive in the capital in the next two days.

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Two days later, I went to the Donggang District Pier in Beijing...

"Woooooooo..." Amidst the loud whistle, a 10,000-ton Tianqing passenger ship slowly docked at a berth at the pier.

When the passenger ship stopped, the passengers on the passenger ship poured out of the passenger ship like a flood, saluting with large and small bags.

Scenes like this can be seen every day in the dock area.

The prosperous Shangjing City attracts countless people to the city every day.

A man in his thirties, unattractive, thin, wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses, with a gentle appearance, who was struggling to carry a semi-old leather suitcase and wearing a gray short coat, was also crowded among the crowd. Carrying suitcases and rushing out.

Anyone who sees that man will not pay too much attention to that man. At first glance, that man gives the impression that he is an ordinary person who comes to the capital to escape from life. He may be an ordinary accountant or a small businessman. Clerks and the like.

There are many such people in Shangjing City. They come to Shangjing City with all kinds of dreams and want to get rich and get ahead. But it won't take long for this city to let them understand what the hardship of life is - those groups of people living together basements, dark, leaky, and noisy old and small buildings, as well as those arduous low-income lives, staying up late, working overtime, and the long hours of torment on the way to and from get off work every day, will drain them dry within a few years. The last trace of enthusiasm made them leave the city sadly. And then new people will keep coming...

The man finally walked out of the port with his suitcase in hand.

Looking at the city in front of him, a cold light flashed in the man's eyes, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously - it has been a long time since he took a job from Shangjing City. This time, the reward was high, and the target was just For a small inspector, this task is not difficult.

However, a small inspector of the Judgment Army has to take action himself, so the patron is really wealthy.

Looking at the crowd surging around him, the cold light in the man's eyes and the smile on his mouth disappeared in the blink of an eye. He disappeared into the crowd again, mixed in with the crowd, and walked out of the port gate.

The moment the man walked out of the port, two people walked over naturally from the gate and naturally held the man's arms.

The man was stunned and looked at the man holding his left arm - that man was wearing an iron mask and couldn't see his face clearly, but his breath was cold and powerful.

The man holding his right arm was in his forties, with a thin face, prominent cheekbones, rough and dark skin on his face, a hooked nose that looked particularly sinister, and the aura on his body was equally terrifying. He was staring at him with a cruel look that took pleasure in his misfortune.

"Ah, who are you? I don't know you. I have no money. I take the bus, not the carriage..." The man being driven by the arm pretended to be panicked.

The iron-faced man holding his left arm just moved his fingers, and a blue arc of electricity penetrated from his hand into his body, causing his whole body to be completely paralyzed. And the cruel look with gloating eyes The guy who looked at him even more neatly used the magic needle to seal his secret mandala.

There wasn't even a chance to resist.

"Hehehe, we pretend to look alike, it doesn't matter, you will know who we are soon..." The Flame Rhinoceros smiled.

A black carriage came from the side and stopped on the side of the road. The door of the carriage was opened. Xia Pingan was sitting in the carriage with a smile on his face, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. Looking at the man who was held up by the Iron Masked Man and Yan Xi under his arms.

When the man saw Xia Pingan, his expression finally changed. He had seen this face in the mission portrait, but it was impossible to run away.

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