Jiangcheng Special Incident Emergency Management Bureau Headquarters, conference room on the 12th floor.
The air conditioner is ringing, and the atmosphere in the room is solemn.
The large screen loops the video returned by the agent's tactical eyepiece.
Purple thunder tore through the night sky, and the unicorn phantom rushed towards the walking corpse.
In the picture, Chen Mo stood with his fists closed.
Technical analysts push glasses.
He reported that the energy composition could not be resolved.
All A-level records in the pure yang attribute super database.
The destructive power cannot be estimated.
Sweat was on his forehead.
Field agent Li Wei added.
Chen Mo clearly knew his location.
That kind of indifference.
The conference room fell into dead silence.
Director Zhao smoked and extinguished the cigarette butt.
He stood up, his tone serious.
Immediately revoke the monitoring of Chen Mo and Wuming.
The file level was upgraded to S-level top secret.
This is not a "wild anomaly".
Director Zhao walked to the window.
He looked at the urban village in the distance.
This is a "dragon crossing the river" that cannot be provoked, and may even be a "sitting Buddha".
Lin Xue spoke.
She asked about the solicitation plan.
Director Zhao turned around.
We are not qualified to solicit.
Now we need to establish diplomatic relations.
He returned to his seat.
He picked up the folder.
Prepare the highest specification gifts.
I want to visit in person.
The posture should be lowered.
The goal is to strive for cooperation.
Even if it's just a nominal cooperation.
In the conference room, everyone looked at each other.
From monitoring, evaluation, solicitation to the establishment of diplomatic relations.
In just a few days, a tattoo artist completely changed their perception.
Early in the morning, in the tattoo parlor.
Sunlight shines through the curtains on the tabletop.
Chen Mo served soy milk and flipped through the news on his mobile phone.
Wu Ming sat opposite, holding fried dough sticks.
She carves with a spoon.
"Chen Mo, look."
Anonymous raised the fritters.
The fried dough sticks are carved into the shape of a unicorn.
The silhouette is acceptable.
"It's very similar, right?"
Chen Mo laughed.
"Like, especially like the one last night."
Anonymous took a bite of "Qilin".
The fritters crumbs fell on the table.
Chen Mo took out a piece of the map from his pocket.
I hurriedly put it away last night.
In the sun, the lines flow with a shimmering light.
He injected a trace of spiritual power.
A line lights up on the map.
It points in the direction of the old town of Jiangcheng.
Chen Mo was about to continue his research when his mobile phone rang.
Caller ID: Chen Lao Coffin.
"Hey, old man."
There was ridicule on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, stinky boy, you know how to cut grass and remove roots the first time."
"I didn't embarrass the old Chen family."
"It's interesting."
Chen Mo raised his eyebrows.
"You know everything?"
"Nonsense, there was such a big movement last night, both the yin and yang worlds of Jiangcheng felt it."
Daddy's tone was approving.
"The rats of the Yin Corpse Sect also dare to come to our territory to spread wild."
"Dad, this map fragment ..."
"[Nine Regions Town Dragon Map], ancient things, a total of nine pieces, corresponding to the Nine Provinces Dragon Vein."
Daddy's voice was serious.
"What the Yin Corpse Gate got is one of the fragments."
Chen Mo frowned.
"What do they want this for?"
"Find a dragon vein to build a stronghold."
Daddy's tone was disdainful.
"Our ancestors are responsible for taking care of this dragon vein."
"The entire underground dragon vein yin cave in Jiangcheng is our family's 'ancestral vegetable garden'."
Chen Mo was stunned.
Ancestral vegetable garden?
"The rats of the Yin Corpse Sect, if they want to steal our cabbage, they only dare to send a few little minions to dig the soil."
Daddy spoke in a relaxed tone.
"Since you intervened, play beautifully."
"Remember, when dealing with rats, you can't just plug the hole, you have to bring them all to the nest."
"If you don't have enough money to spend, you can't ... manpower."
Daddy paused.
"Forget it, you play by yourself first, it's really not okay for me to shake people again."
The phone hangs up.
Chen Mo looked at the map fragments.
He found that he refused to do more than just carry the coffin.
There is also the responsibility of guarding the dragon vein.
Wu Ming looked at him.
"Chen Mo, your face is not very good."
"It's okay, I just found that the old man is more complicated than I thought."
"The water in our house is much deeper than I imagined."
As he was talking, there was a knock on the door of the store.
The rhythm is smooth and polite.
Chen Mo opened the door.
A middle-aged man in civilian clothes stood at the door.
He carried top-quality tea leaves and limited-edition pastries in his hands.
"Mr. Chen, I am Zhao Jianguo from the Jiangcheng Special Incident Emergency Management Bureau."
Chen Mo put away the map fragments.
Director Zhao's posture was lowered.
"Yesterday, my subordinates took the liberty of disturbing me and came to apologize."
He handed the pastry to Wuming.
"The snacks I brought to the little girl don't know if they suit my taste."
Wu Ming took the pastry, his eyes lit up.
"Thank you, uncle."
Chen Mo opened the door.
"Come in and sit down."
Director Zhao entered the door.
He quickly scanned the store.
Clean and tidy tattoo parlor without any abnormalities.
But he knew that in this ordinary place, there lived a being that could kill the walking dead.
"Mr. Chen, I came today to talk to you about cooperation.
Director Zhao sat on the sofa in a sincere tone.
"It's not solicitation, it's cooperation."
Chen Mo leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at him lazily.
"What cooperation?"
"Strategic cooperation agreement."
Director Zhao took out the documents from his briefcase.
"The Authority provides you with all official facilities."
"We can do identity cover, information support, and aftermath."
"In return, I only hope that when there is a major incident in Jiangcheng that is beyond the ability of the Administration to handle, I can 'ask' you to help."
"The remuneration is calculated separately."
Chen Mo looked at the agreement.
Terms and conditions.
The Bureau has more than a dozen obligations.
He has only one obligation: to consider taking action when asked.
Not even "must", just "consider".
"Sounds good."
Chen Mo put down the agreement.
"But there is a premise, don't call me while I watch anime."
"My family likes to eat strawberry-flavored ice cream, and I want it to be imported from New Zealand."
Director Zhao immediately agreed.
"No problem, absolutely no problem."
A verbal and extremely unequal agreement was reached.
Director Zhao got up and prepared to leave.
He walked to the door and turned around.
"Mr. Chen, this is the information of the Yin Corpse Gate in Jiangcheng that we have sorted out."
He handed Chen Mo a tablet.
"Their bright stronghold is an antique shop called 'Jubao Pavilion' in the old town."
"The boss is an old fox with ruthless methods."
"This is a little bit of our 'sincerity'."
Chen Mo took the tablet.
The screen shows the details of the antique shop.
Store photos, boss information, and business conditions are all available.
"Thank you."
After Director Zhao left, the store returned to calm.
Nameless eating pastries.
Chen Mo picked up the map fragments.
He looked at the address of "Jubao Pavilion" on the tablet again.
Both are exactly in the same area.
He laughed.
"Nameless, are you done eating?"
Wu Ming licked the corner of his mouth.
"After eating, we went shopping and heard that there was an antique shop in the old town, and there were a lot of 'treasures' in it."
Chen Mo stood up and moved his wrist.
"I went late, I'm afraid it was emptied by rats."
At the same time, the old town "Jubao Pavilion".
In the dark underground secret room, an old man was staring at the broken soul card on the table.
The soul plaque was originally engraved with "Li Gui, a disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect".
Now it has split in half.
"Waste."
"Hmm."
The old man's voice was hoarse.
"A few walking corpses can't deal with a hairy boy."
He stood up and walked to the depths of the secret room.
There was a huge corpse with a bronze color.
The body was nearly three meters high.
The muscles are knotted, and the skin is as hard as bronze casting.
"No matter who you are, the person who dares to kill my Yin Corpse Sect is still carrying the Pure Yang Thunder Method..."
The old man stretched out his shriveled hand.
He stroked the face of the Bronze Armor Corpse King.
"Just use your flesh and blood to feed my 'Bronze Armor Corpse King' who is about to awaken."
In the secret room, the yin energy surged.