Urban Demon Slayer

Chapter 100: Army Thorn, Sharp

Outside the window, a stainless steel spatula is quietly suspended here.

No one noticed its existence.

No one cares about a spatula, even if they do.

For a moment, the spatula flew away erratically. It didn’t get into an alley until it flew more than 100 meters away. Then, with a flash of white light, the spatula turned into a Taoist appearance again.

“How’s it going?” The gaped youth immediately greeted him and asked.

“Wang Qianchen isn’t here, so he probably hasn’t come back yet!” said the five-flavored person in a low voice.

“What should I do then?” the young man asked again.

Wuxiang people looked left and right, observed the terrain, and after thinking for a while, he raised his head and said, “This is the only way to go back to Zhezhe Car Wash. Let’s walk forward and try to stay as far away from the monster slayer as possible. One point… and then intercept Wang Qianchen on the road!”

“Okay!” The young man nodded.

…

In the city, in a basement rental house.

After a lot of busy work, Mr. Honglou’s thousands of books were finally packed, and the Qiankun bag was still the same as it was, and it didn’t seem to have changed at all.

“It’s really a magical thing…” Wang Qianchen said with emotion.

“That’s for sure, it’s a spiritual tool used by ‘God’…” Brick said triumphantly.

“Master, can I also enter the Qiankun bag…” Mr. Honglou said shyly.

“You want to go in too?” Wang Qianchen looked surprised.

“Ah, I want to read a book… and I’m inside, I can help you cover up your demonic aura, and you can just call me out if you have anything!” Mr. Honglou explained quickly.

“No, I mean you can enter here even if you are a big living person?” Wang Qianchen was a little unbelievable.

“Yes, although there is no air in it, I am a book, and I don’t need to breathe. I am different from other monsters…” Mr. Honglou explained in a proper manner.

“So it’s like this…” Wang Qianchen nodded: “Then come in!”

He just happened to feel that it was a bit cumbersome to stuff a book and a brick into his lower back.

Wang Qianchen opened the Qiankun bag, Mr. Honglou threw it in, and his body turned into a streamer and drilled in.

“Do you want to go in?” Wang Qianchen asked Banzhuan again. With this Qiankun bag, as long as you stretch out your hand, Banzhuan will appear again.

“I won’t go in, there is a sour scholar inside, and there are a bunch of sour and smelly books!” Brick said “Bah”.

Wang Qianchen didn’t force it, he stuffed the bricks back into his waist again, and left the rental house.

…

To the east of the city, a village within a city, above a ruin.

Several excavators turned on their headlights, illuminating the scene white, and the diesel engine “hummed” like a roaring steel monster in this barren area.

After the excavator, there are dozens of hooligans armed with knives and sticks.

Not far away, an old man with white hair, wearing a military uniform, with badges hanging all over his chest, holding a short army thorn in his hand, stood upright like a pine in front of a small two-story building.

The badge is flashing, the thorn is sharp!

Behind him, a bright red flag was planted.

The cool wind blew, the red flag fluttered, and the hem of the old man’s uniform also rattled.

The two sides had faced off for hours, from afternoon to dusk, and from dusk to night.

At the back of the crowd is a white Toyota Cruiser.

In the car, sat a plump middle-aged man, with a gold chain as thick as a thumb on his chest, and a thick, fragrant cigar in his hand.

Looking at the old man in uniform not far away, the middle-aged man sighed softly, took out his flip phone and made a call.

“Master Xin, this is the last house… It’s not that I won’t demolish it, there is an old man blocking it… Yes, the old man is easy to deal with, but he is not an ordinary old man. The badge is still hanging, and it looks like a veteran, or the kind of veteran who has been on the battlefield… Yes, I know I have a lot of people, but if I really get him, it won’t be any trouble, right?” The middle-aged man hesitated a little. Undecided.

“Whatever you do, no matter what happens, I’ll take care of you!” There was Mr. Xin’s cold voice over the phone, followed by the sound of “dong dong dong” music and laughter. Obviously drinking and having fun.

“Hey, as soon as you say that, I’ll understand! Okay, Mr. Xin, you’re busy, I’ll do the rest.” The middle-aged man felt confident and hung up the phone immediately.

The middle-aged man didn’t get out of the car in a hurry, but first finished smoking the cigar in his hand, then took out a tissue and wiped his hands carefully, not even letting go of the dirt in his fingernails.

After finishing all this, the middle-aged man opened the car door and walked out.

“crunch–”

The middle-aged man walked on the ruins full of bricks and cement, and soon came to several excavators, and the snow-white headlights illuminated his figure.

“Old man, I admire your courage… Can I ask, what’s your name?” The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

“Sun Youcai!” The old man in uniform said majestically without changing his expression.

The middle-aged man carefully recalled that there was no big man named Sun in Luzhou City, so he waved his hand and said to the person behind him:

“let’s go.”