Chapter 1150 Invasion

Qian Mowen turned around immediately. After seeing Wu's face, he was completely dumbfounded. How could... how could he come to the door so quickly after such a short time?

After Wu appeared, the candle holder turned his wrist, and the hand hidden under his sleeve held a candlestick, on which a white candle was burning faintly, emitting a pale green light.

The candlelight was as small as a bean, and the flame seemed to be blown by the wind, which was suppressed very low, but it was very stubborn and did not go out, like an old man who was about to die swallowing his last breath.

As the flames surged, a strange scene appeared, and the surrounding space also changed accordingly.

To be precise, with the candlestick as the center of the circle, the surrounding area of ​​about 3 meters was shrouded in darkness, but this black was different from the black of the night, and it was more viscous, like a ball of ink that could not be dissolved.

From the dark and strange space, there were creepy roars from time to time, as if there were beasts from another world hidden inside.

Facing such a situation with one against three, Wu's face was not nervous.

Wu took a deep breath, and then blew at the candle holder who had brought up the atmosphere. This breath seemed ordinary, but the candle holder's face changed instantly.

Reaching out his hand, the candle holder immediately protected the candlestick, but he was still a step too late. The already faint flame swayed violently for a few times and was almost blown out directly.

Seeing this scene, Wu frowned slightly, and then nodded slightly in approval.

I didn't expect that this candlestick had some tricks.

Qian Mowen didn't know how strong Wu was, but he still knew about the strength of the candle holder. He was definitely in the top 5 of the entire night watch, a real S-level.

And because he was in charge of the confessional room in the basement of the headquarters, his status was extremely respected.

It was rumored that the candlestick in his hand was an extremely powerful holy object, which could not only accommodate the souls of the deceased, but also dispel the fog and lead the soul to another world.

For such a person, the candlestick in his hand was almost blown out by a breath. This guy... Qian Mowen looked at Wu's face, his teeth were trembling, what kind of Taoism must he have.

But Wu did not show any interest in Qian Mowen. In his eyes, there was only one and a half people here.

The silver-eyed man counted as one, and the candle holder counted as half.

Wu stared at the face of the silver-eyed man after he passed the candle holder.

Unlike Qian Mowen's attitude of facing a great enemy, Wu was still a little excited at this moment. He was originally worried about how to get rid of the snow. Now, someone took the blame for him.

He planned to arrest these people and then put all the blame on them.

Just say that the snow was caused by the three of them and had nothing to do with him.

After thinking about it, he felt it was troublesome, so he might as well kill them directly, first swallow the doors on these people, and then pick a corpse that was still presentable and drag it back to report, and say that all this was caused by them.

Anyway, the person is dead, there is no evidence, Jiang Cheng can't say anything more.

Qian Mowen saw Wu's expression sometimes dull, sometimes slightly raised, and he was very frightened. This guy was obviously not in a normal mental state.

But fortunately, after all, the president and the candle holder were here, so it was not his turn to take action.

And he was the future acting director of the executive department, and he couldn't show his cowardice in front of the president and the veteran of the night watch, so he pretended to be calm and scolded: "Bold lunatic, you dared to sneak attack the presiding judge. Today, the president and the candle holder are here, and it is your death day!"

After hearing this, Wu's face sank, not because of anything else, he killed the presiding judge, which was nothing, he didn't change his name, and he was much better than the shameless Jiang Cheng in this respect.

What really angered him was the word sneak attack.

A mere presiding judge, do you need to sneak attack?

Also, the fact is that the judge was the one who attacked him with another spider, and he was killed instead of the attack. In the end, he saved the two guys in self-defense.

"Who are you talking about?"

A few bloody words appeared on the wall out of thin air, intermittently, the handwriting was very distorted, and each stroke was carved with a knife.

Facing Wu's eyes, Qian Mowen felt weak, but when he thought that someone was backing him up, he would be supported by a big guy even if the sky fell, he became confident again and sneered, "Who are you talking about? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself, who else is here?"

Hearing this, Wu was not annoyed, and nodded as if he understood something, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Qian Mowen. This action scared Qian Mowen, and he couldn't help but take a half step back.

"Look back." Wu rarely said a word to this inferior stuff.

But Qian Mowen was the head of the Qian family, and the Qian family was a big family. How could he be fooled by such a low-level trick? Qian Mowen's first reaction was that Wu would take advantage of his turning around to attack him.

A sense of crisis emerged, and Qian Mowen still maintained the posture of facing Wu, but his lips did not move, and he whispered in ventriloquism: "Mr. Chairman, while his attention is on me, please take action and kill him quickly!"

1 second.

3 seconds.

5 seconds...

Qian Mowen did not hear any answer, or any sign of the chairman taking action.

"The candle holder?"

The only answer he got was silence.

Qian Mowen swallowed his saliva, turned his head and quickly glanced behind him, and a desperate scene appeared.

There was nothing behind him. The chairman who was still so majestic a moment ago, and the candle holder, were all gone.

"You...you...!!" Qian Mowen's eyes widened, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Wu sighed and nodded at him, as if to persuade him to accept reality as soon as possible.

A few seconds later, Qian Mowen's expression when he looked at Wu suddenly changed. The former rebelliousness completely disappeared, and he seemed very easy-going and amiable. His waist also bent down. Before he could speak, Wu walked forward and put a hand on Qian Mowen's shoulder.

In an instant, Qian Mowen's door was completely suppressed, and he even felt that his whole soul was about to be pulled out.

At this moment, Qian Mowen no longer had any airs and immediately begged for mercy.

Wu left him a cold profile, which looked very strange in the shadows. "I can let you go today, but...you have to do something for me."

"Okay, okay, I promise you!" Qian Mowen cooperated very well. It was obvious that he had become a discarded child at this moment. Now he was not so interested in the position of the head of the executive department. He just wanted to survive.

"Very good." Wu nodded with satisfaction.

Half an hour later.

In the studio.

Jiang Cheng and the fat man sat side by side on the sofa. A tall and thin middle-aged man knelt on the ground and cried bitterly to the two of them. Wu watched from the side. The scene was very strange.

When the middle-aged man finished speaking in one breath, Jiang Cheng said with a strange look on his face, "You said...you are from the Night Watch?"

"Yes, I am Qian Mowen, the head of the Qian family. If nothing unexpected happens, the position of the head of the executive department will be mine soon." Qian Mowen answered honestly.

The fat man slapped his thigh when he heard it, and said coldly, "Hey, you are quite proud, aren't you?!" After that, the fat man turned his head to look at Wu and shouted, "Brother Wu, I think you should teach him a lesson first, and then we will interrogate him."

Qian Mowen was about to cry.

"You said you came with the president of the Night Watch and a guy called the Candle Man. They ran away and ignored you, and then you were caught." Jiang Cheng was trying to find loopholes in the man's words.

Qian Mowen smiled and flattered, "My dear, I didn't run away. I didn't want to run away at all. I have long been dissatisfied with the actions of the night watchmen. This time, I happened to meet this... Wu, brother Wu..."

After seeing Wu frowning fiercely, Qian Mowen immediately swallowed the words in his mouth and changed his words to say, "Wu is a hero, and then I was influenced by him and wanted to join you."

Ignoring these nonsense, Jiang Cheng continued to ask, "What is the purpose of your visit this time?"

Qian Mowen was waiting for him to ask this, and immediately answered in a hoarse voice, "It's snowing, we are here to snow this time! You remember the snow not long ago, yes, it was us, only us, and it has nothing to do with anyone else!"

Fatty: "???"

Unlike the fat man who was confused, Jiang Cheng glanced at Wu and immediately understood why this guy was captured alive by Wu instead of being torn into pieces and dragged back.

The president of the Night Watch, along with the veteran Candlestick Man and the future head of the executive department, came here just to have a snowfall around them for him to see?

Isn't that ridiculous?

Knowing that Wu wanted to save face, Jiang Cheng didn't expose him. After asking the right questions, he asked Fatty to dial a number that was secretly given to Fatty by a little boy after the bar incident.

Everyone called him No. 13.

The call was quickly connected, and before Fatty could speak, a hurried voice rang out from the other side, "No. 10, is that you? How are you? Are you in danger?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fatty didn't know why, and a touch of emotion surged in his heart, "It's me, I'm fine, don't worry, I have... a person caught here, he claims to be the next acting head of the executive department, and he also said that he came with the president, Candlestick Man."

"I have discussed with the doctor, you should take this person back, he may know some information that you are interested in." Fatty said quickly.

After hearing this answer, No. 13 was obviously nervous, but it was inconvenient to talk too much in detail on the phone, so the two sides agreed that Jiang Cheng and his men would take the person away and send him to a place, and then they would wait there.

Before leaving, Jiang Cheng specifically confirmed with Wu whether there were still people around monitoring them and whether the president and the candle holder had left. Wu closed his eyes, and after a moment, he opened them again and nodded affirmatively to Jiang Cheng.

It was smooth along the way, and after handing the person over to No. 2 who came to pick him up, Jiang Cheng and his men breathed a sigh of relief.

No. 2 carefully checked it, then knocked Qian Mowen unconscious with a palm and stuffed him into the back seat of the car.

A black car quickly disappeared into the night.

Not far from the black car, another inconspicuous van followed the black car. The driver was a plain-looking woman with a plain figure. A young man with two swords on his waist sat on the co-pilot.

The young man stood straight, as if ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

…

In a building far away from here, a man sat on a sofa. He closed his eyes and looked peaceful, as if he was asleep.

Not far from the man, an old man in a gray robe was walking slowly.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, and his silver eyes were filled with rare double pupils.

The candle holder looked at the man and asked excitedly, "How is it?"

The man, who was naturally the chairman of the Night Watch, raised his lips slightly, "The fish...took the bait!"

"Great!" The candle holder said excitedly.

The silver-eyed man held his breath and slowly stretched out his left hand. An incomprehensible scene appeared. A halo of light slowly emerged from the man's palm. After a moment, it actually condensed into the appearance of a person.

is a man.

If the Jiangcheng people were here, they would immediately recognize that this man... was Qian Mowen who was captured by them just now and handed over to Lin Waner and her group.

Seeing Qian Mowen's head appear, the man holding the candle showed an envious expression, "President, over the years, I have seen dozens of disciples with strange doors, but with abilities like yours, really It’s the only one.”

"After all...who would have thought that there would be disciples who could possess two doors at the same time, two completely different abilities." Bingzhuren said with unspeakable emotion in his tone.

"In these years, you have only used the ability of one of the doors, so no one knows that there is another door hidden in your body, and the ability of this door is actually invasion. Just a human, that's all. It can also be weird..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man, "Uncle Ghost, no one knows, don't you know?"

Hearing this, Bingzhuren's expression changed, and he instantly realized that he had made a mistake, and swallowed the rest of his words.

The man with silver eyes smiled and said with a relaxed expression, "Uncle Ghost, don't be nervous. I'm just joking. I can trust you, and one of the things you said is inaccurate. There are many people who have seen my door, but those who have truly survived , but not many.”

After saying that, the silver-eyed man sighed, shook his head and said, "Of course, these people who live in my eyes are not included. They... have become one with me and are part of me. No one can take them away."

Turning back his thoughts, a picture suddenly flashed through the mind of the candle-bearer. There were once some elders of the Night Watch who opposed the man in front of him taking over the position of President of the Night Watch. But in the end, they all died, and their deaths were reasonable and left nothing behind. trace.

But only he knew the real reason why these people died.

They were killed by the man in front of them.

In a completely incomprehensible way.

This man can invade their consciousness, influence them subtly, and even go so far as to directly order them to die in the way he wants.

This is an extremely complicated process, and even the people who hold the candle don’t understand it very well.

But now, this man has invaded Qian Mowen's consciousness.

That's right, everything today is a layout.

Their target is Crimson's command center.