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While studying at the headquarters of the Thirteenth Division, there were detailed explanations regarding Xiong Ling's realm and appearance. However, even the weakest Xiong Ling from the Return to Yang Realm was enough to rival those Special Inspectors from the Execution Team.
Xiao Xu, do you still think that Daoist Zuo is someone we can manage within the Thirteenth Division?
Old Inspector chuckled, seemingly unafraid of Zuo Ci's Shen Tong.
Master, your thoughts seem a bit misguided. If those Inspectors at headquarters hear this, you might face criticism and punishment! The Apprentice Inspector made a gesture to speak quietly.
Heh! Just a few parasites occupying positions without merit!
Old Inspector's expression turned cold. The very purpose of establishing the Thirteenth Division was to suppress all Evil Practices and Chimeras. Yet what are those higher-ups at headquarters doing? Some are even secretly colluding with cults for personal gain!
Master, you seem a bit too passionate! Xiao Xu laughed.
I’m old now; I’ve long lost my youthful fervor!
Old Inspector chuckled self-deprecatingly. As an aging man, some things you should just take as stories!
The Apprentice Inspector fell silent for a moment, choosing not to respond.
It wasn't that Master had grown old; it was that his heart had died since the moment his son was brutally murdered by the Evil Path. The once vibrant Special Class officer had already descended into hell.
In Jiangkou District, Black Cripple was frantically tapping on his phone screen, madly responding to comments and private messages while also checking the total income from the backend.
How many zeros are there after five? I seem to have forgotten how to count!
Meanwhile, Zuo Ci took out the A Jie Drum from his backpack. He placed the drum where the Zhen Shui Shou used to be and buried it with soil. This was a method of nurturing evil with evil; in time, this place would transform into a Yin Zhai—a haunted house.
After securing the A Jie Drum, Zuo Ci began looking around attentively. Before long, he retrieved a slightly warm Blood Flesh Copper Coin from a patch of withered grass.
This thing looked incredibly disgusting, with its surface pulsating with sticky flesh and sinew. However, according to Zuo Ci's speculation, it was highly likely that this object had been refined by some powerful figure using a certain technique, capable of suppressing various Daoist weapons and treasures. But there must be a price to pay for such power, right?
Zuo Ci placed the Blood Flesh Copper Coin in his palm, and to his surprise, the surface of the coin extended countless threads of flesh, resembling roots of grass and trees, attempting to pierce through his hand. However, having cultivated the Seven Fiendish Nightmares, Zuo Ci's flesh was comparable to the Buddhist Sect's Vajra Body; ordinary blades and swords could not harm him.
Zuo Ci smiled slightly. It turned out that using this object required a supply of flesh and blood. It seemed that such a thing was not suitable for him. What a joke! He would never be tempted by anything that harmed his body, no matter how good the treasure was.
Who could he give it to? Oh right! Zuo Ci thought to himself as he quietly clapped his hands. The Old Ancestor of Sheng Xian Dao was still outside the Yin Yang Building, guarding the place, wasn't he? Such precious flesh and blood should not be wasted; why not use his to nourish this treasure?
Excellent, excellent!
After deciding, Zuo Ci wrapped the Blood Flesh Copper Coin in a Black Talisman and placed it in his pocket.
Work done!
He glanced at the Gu Lou, which was permeated with the scent of money. This thing must have been crafted from more than one Golden Silk Nanmu tree. These Feng Shui Masters were truly extravagant; even their breath carried the scent of wealth, making one envious!
Unfortunately, after searching through the Old Guy's belongings, Zuo Ci only found a shattered Azure White Tortoise Shell and no other protective treasures.
Oh well!
He might as well make some soup with those tortoise shells. After all, whether it was a thousand turtles or ten thousand, this thing was quite nourishing.
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