"Zichong, Zichong, your dad has been beaten to death!" The shrill cry woke Lin Zichong. He suddenly sat up and saw the familiar room: the white walls painted by the villagers themselves, a simple wardrobe and a large bed, and a cheap desk by the window.

On the desk was a used gaming computer bought from the second-hand market, a dirty mechanical keyboard, and an ashtray and mineral water bottle filled with cigarette butts.

How did I get back to the past...?

A dazed look flashed in Lin Zichong's eyes. He only felt his head was dizzy, as if he was in a hangover state.

Hangover... that's right, he had been drinking with a few childhood friends from the village yesterday. Recently, the whole village had been in an uproar because of the land requisition.

The land requisition relied on power, and some were happy while others were sad. For those who went out to work, the land that had long been abandoned could be exchanged for a sum of money, which was better than letting it lie barren.

But for some middle-aged and elderly people who relied on the land for a lifetime, it was heartbreaking. The old uncles and aunts had been working in the fields for a lifetime and had long been accustomed to this kind of life. In addition, they did not have the ability to go out to work, and their age did not allow them to do physical work all year round.

Requisitioning the land was tantamount to taking their lives, so there was a fierce conflict between the two sides. Now the developers had hired a group of punks holding sticks to guard the excavators.

Whoever dared to come from the villagers would be beaten.

Many of the young and strong men in the village had been arrested by the Public Security Bureau for fighting, and the village's resistance force quickly weakened.

Recalling this, Lin Zichong's mind was completely clear.

"Zichong, your dad has been beaten to death..." The shrill cry came again, and an old farmer with blood all over his head and mud on his upper body rushed in, his eyes red and his expression grief-stricken and ferocious.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Lin Zichong shuddered and jumped out of bed.

The old farmer grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Your dad was beaten to death by that gang of bastards."

Lin Zichong rushed out like a madman, out of the village, and came to his own field. In the distance, he saw a group of people gathered there, the villagers and the punks divided into two distinct groups.

Lin Zichong pushed through the crowd and saw the strong old man lying in a pool of blood, covered in mud.

His gray hair was stained with mud and blood.

The back of his head was a bloody mess. He didn't know how many sticks he had been hit with. Lin Zichong's face turned pale, and his heart throbbed. This kind of heartbreaking pain was familiar, as if he had experienced it before.

Seeing Lin Zichong arrive, the head of the punks immediately shouted, "We didn't hit him. He ran into it himself. That's right, that's right, he ran into our sticks himself."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you dare to cause trouble again, this will be the end. Boss, let's just call the police and let the Public Security Bureau handle it. This is a civilized society."

Lin Zichong collapsed beside his father's body. This stubborn old man who was so insistent on reason would never be able to straighten his back and work again.

He died in the fields where he had worked for a lifetime, the soil stained with his blood.

"Zichong, your dad died a terrible death. He was beaten to death alive." At this time, the uncle walked over and sighed, "You have to avenge him. You can't be as weak as you were last time."

Can't be as weak as last time. Lin Zichong hugged his head in pain. He remembered, he remembered, the most humiliating thing in his life.

That time, he watched his father die on the ridge, watched the punks shout, and he weakly chose to endure and submit. He went to file a complaint, thinking he could get justice.

As a result, he killed his mother. He regretted it for many years.

There are gods three feet above your head, and justice lies in the hearts of the people. Lin Zichong's eyes turned red little by little, ferocious little by little. He roared and rushed towards the punks. He wanted to avenge his father, he wanted to fight these murderers to the death.

The punks surrounded him, and a muffled stick knocked him to the ground. The sticks fell like a rainstorm, and Lin Zichong never got up again.

.........

Closed command room.

Secretary Zhou spoke into the voice channel, holding a pen in his hand and standing in front of the blackboard, indifferently saying: "Each team reports the battle situation, each team reports the battle situation."

"Team One reports that The Way of the Extraordinary has been killed. We found that he was secretly colluding with the Pursuer of Poison from the Nanming branch. Seeing that things were exposed, the Pursuer of Poison resisted arrest and was killed. Our side lost two teammates. Report complete!"

"Team Two reports that Sweetheart Red Devil has been killed. The team has no losses. Report complete!"

"Team Three reports that Paragon of Education has been killed. We found appeal materials in his room. The materials have been destroyed. The team has no losses. Report complete!"

"Team Four reports that Head Coach Lin Chong has been confirmed dead, died in a dream. The team has no losses. Report complete!"

"Team Five reports that Fangfang has been killed. The team has one loss. The battle affected six deaths and thirteen injuries to ordinary residents. The situation has been controlled. Report complete!"

"Team Six reports that Bawang He Biej has been killed. The team has no losses. The battle affected three deaths and seven injuries to ordinary residents. The situation has been controlled. Report complete!"

"Team Seven reports..." Secretary Zhou listened while crossing out the dead people's portraits. In the end, only four people were left: Xiaoyuan, Kou Beiyue, Liangchen Zezhu Ershi, and Zhao Xintong.

Secretary Zhou turned off the headset, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message: "It's time to finish it off!"

Jin City.

"Ding Dong!"

The elder of the Baila branch, Wrathful Wave, heard the information prompt. He took out his mobile phone to check the message: "[Secretary Zhou: It's time to finish it off!"

Wrathful Wave put away his mobile phone, turned his head and ordered the team members behind him coldly, "Immediately start remote monitoring with drones. If you find any fierce conflicts, immediately report to the two elders who are traveling with you, and then block the nearby streets."

"Yes!" The subordinate responded in a low voice.

Wrathful Wave turned his head and looked at the distant community. He had a handsome appearance and pale skin. He was already a part elder of Baila Branch City at the age of twenty-five.

Baila City is close to the capital, under the feet of the emperor, which can be said to have unlimited prospects, but Wrathful Wave himself knows that if there is no large-scale fall of the Dominator, he will not be able to enter the headquarters for at least ten years.

The branch elder is a local prince, and his power is limited no matter how great it is. Only by entering the central government will he have the opportunity to serve as the Ten Elders' secretary in the future.

The secretary is the agent and spokesperson of the elders, and his power is unimaginably great.

And now, Elder Cai promised that as long as he completed the task, he would be transferred to the headquarters within five years.

The goal is to kill the evil profession lurking in Chonghua Community, Jin City, and anyone who comes to rescue.

"Elder Cai's intention is not the wine." What kind of people will come to rescue? Hunting down this group of rats in the gutter can lead to Primordial Celestial Venerable. This is the information transmitted by the Night Rose.

Elder Cai's real goal is Primordial Celestial Venerable. In order not to scare him away and ensure the success rate of the operation, Elder Cai arranged for three Dominators this time, two of whom were secretly lurking in the hidden under blessing. Primordial Celestial Venerable will never be able to detect it in advance.

After this child appears, they will take action together.

At that time, he can be directly killed on the grounds of colluding with evil professions and obstructing law enforcement officers from handling the case. Even the leader of the alliance can't find fault!

Wrathful Wave's body quickly turned into mist, and the white mist drifted towards Chonghua Community not far away.

In the bedroom, two tables were lined up side by side, with two computers connected.

"Are you a waste?" Kou Beiyue angrily threw the mouse away and glared at the chubby boy next to him. "You can't concentrate on playing a game."

"Boss, isn't this because you're messing around? You don't push the tower with the shooter, you don't team up with the jungler, you mess around when you're winning, you wander around when you're losing, and you throw the tower when your teammates scold you." The chubby boy said aggrievedly, "How can you blame me?"

Kou Beiyue slapped his head a few times, "You dare to talk back, you dare to talk back!" He got up angrily, "I'm going to get juice from the living room, what do you want to drink?"

Since Master Wuhen entered seclusion, Xiaoyuan has obeyed Primordial Celestial Venerable's order not to let the two of them go out to deliver couriers.

"Farmer's Orchard!" the chubby boy said without hesitation.

Kou Beiyue immediately went out, walked to the door and turned back, slapping him on the head again, and said, "Stay up all night tonight, and you'd better play well. If you lose again, I'll punish you to make supper." Kou Beiyue went to the living room humming.

The living room was dark. His and the chubby boy's room was in the north, and Xiaoyuan and Zhao Xintong's room was in the south, separated by the living room in the middle.

He recently felt that living here was not bad.

Every night, he could play games with his brother, and when he went out, he could see Xiaoyuan's room. That girl Zhao Xintong was a clean freak, and she was in charge of the hygiene at home, and she was very efficient.

He cherishes his current life very much and hopes that it can continue. Kou Beiyue came to the refrigerator and was about to open it when he suddenly heard Zhao Xintong coughing in the opposite room.

The coughing was hoarse.

"Hmm? Is this girl sick?" Kou Beiyue subconsciously thought. Then, coughing also came from Xiaoyuan's room.

"Thump!" There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him. Kou Beiyue turned his head in surprise and saw the chubby boy falling to the ground, his breath weak.

Even if he was slow to react, he realized that something was wrong. He looked around vigilantly and saw a dark figure sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Not bad physique, seems to be an Enchanting Demon?" The figure on the sofa in the living room smiled slightly.

"You!" Kou Beiyue was shocked and instinctively grabbed a weapon from the item bar.

"Cough cough!" Then he covered his throat and coughed hard. First his forehead was hot, then he was dizzy and vomited. This feeling reminded him of having a bad stomach and a high fever when he was a child.

"Clang", the weapon in his hand fell.

Kou Beiyue leaned against the refrigerator, slowly and weakly falling to the ground, looking at Xiaoyuan's room with a weak and hoarse voice, "Xiaoyuan, run away!"

In the room, Xiaoyuan struggled to get up and staggered out of the room. The broken mobile phone was beside the bed.

She would never ask Primordial Celestial Venerable for help again.

In the other room, Zhao Xintong's hands trembled as she took out her mobile phone from under the pillow and dialed Primordial Celestial Venerable's mobile phone as her consciousness blurred.

In the illusion, Master Wuhen held his heart in one hand and twirled prayer beads in the other, chanting the Diamond Sutra. Behind his head was a blazing and clear sun.

The pure and domineering golden light evaporated the resentful spirits that fell from the sky. The power of the sun is the most domineering power in the world, repelling all attributes of spiritual power and unaffected by any spells.

Therefore, even the secrets of the Taiyin origin cannot erase the existence of the power of the sun.

The only thing that can defeat the power of the sun is the power of the sun. The leader of the Southern Sect can of course conjure up even more powerful ones.

However, the characteristic of the power of the sun is that it does not distinguish between friend and foe, which is equivalent to helping The Past Without Trace in disguise.

The crescent moon in the clouds hung quietly high. After the power of Taiyin multiplied like crazy, it gave birth to endless resentful spirits, one wave after another. In the end, it turned into a competition of spiritual power.

Whoever's spiritual power is exhausted first will be defeated. However, the darkness in Master Wuhen's palm gradually faded, and blood color took the upper hand. He was about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball. When the heart completely returned to blood color, he would become a Illusion God.

Moreover, he is a Illusion God who can suppress evil thoughts. Neither Lingtuo nor the leader of the Southern Sect were in a hurry, and they all lurked quietly.

At this time, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. He sensed Xiaoyuan's request for help, but when he wanted to look along that information, his connection with the Dream Jade Talisman was concealed.

At this time, the strange voice of the leader of the Southern Sect, indistinguishable between male and female, came from the dark void, with a cold smile: "You really think you can win?"

"That's underestimating the planning ability of the Lord of Taiyin too much. The Past Without Trace, do you want to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"

The word is followed by the emergence of large images, which is the scene where the human wanderer was shot in the head.

The scene where the Paragon of Education was pierced through the heart, the scene where Sweetheart Red Devil was burned to ashes by fire, the scene where Aunt Fang was beheaded, and the scene where Lin Chong died painfully in his dream.

The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black. From beginning to end, the golden Buddha that existed opened its eyes.

The compassion in his eyes was gone, and demonic flames soared to the sky. Master Wuhen roared madly, "Lingtuo!"

A soft laugh came from the churning black clouds.

In the capital and a retro-style theater, Elder Cai stood on the high trapezoidal viewing platform, looked at the empty stage, and said loudly.

"Palace Master. This subordinate has something to report. The Past Without Trace failed to advance to Illusion God and is about to go mad. For the safety of the innocent people in Jin City, please take action to kill this thief."

Behind the curtain of the stage, a gentle and moving voice came, "Understood."

In the old house of the Xie family, Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine and crabs, putting his arm around Xie Su's shoulders and chatting and laughing with the ancestor.

"Ancestor, wait for me to hide for a month, and after I'm done hiding, I'll come out and marry the girls from your Xie family. I want to marry ten."

"You've had too much to drink, you've had too much to drink." Xie Su patted his future son-in-law on the shoulder and said, "From the Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi!"

"That's not right of you, father-in-law. Aunt Xie is so beautiful, why didn't you have a few more daughters so that they could all marry me?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xie Su was silent for a moment and pushed him away with disgust. "Lingxi said you are a dedicated man. When will this girl's eyes get better? She really lacks social experience."

The ancestor then reprimanded his great-grandson, "Why is it a crime for a great man to have three wives and four concubines?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass, "The ancestor still speaks to the point. Ancestor, I'll go back after I finish this glass."

At this time, the phone in his pocket rang, the caller: Zhao Xintong.