Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 1: Visitors

The twenty-five years of Ming Hongwu, outside a high mountain in the hinterland of the Central Plains. A caravan came to the foot of the mountain. After the team stopped temporarily, the steward who led the team quickly came to one of the carriages. Respectfully, he said to the people in the carriage: "Master, we have already arrived outside the Sanctuary Valley, and we can see the old gods when we cross this mountain. However, there are mountain roads ahead. I walked past..."

"Mr. Han, you're very polite, but it's only a few dozen miles of mountain road. I'm not that delicate." When he was talking, the door of the carriage opened, and a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old with a pale face walked out.

After seeing the young man come out, dozens of big men gathered around him at the same time and surrounded him. Seeing the nervousness of these guards, the young man laughed lightly and said, "Look at how nervous you are, if that evil monk is really going to be bad for me, we won't be able to leave the capital at all... Be careful with this. Let the fairies see the joke."

"Master, you belong to the country, and you must not be careless in every move." At this time, a strong man in his twenties among the guards came out and saluted the young man. He continued: "When I was leaving, the old master of the painting explained clearly that you have made a mistake, master, and the thirty-six people I waited for were all headless..."

After hearing this, the young man gave a wry smile and said, "You're going to be long-winded again, no matter what... Since I'm in your life, it's still up to you, Qianhu. You can do whatever you want."

"Thank you, Master." After the leading guard saluted the young man again, he turned to his subordinates and said, "Listen, Jiang Ping and You Fang, you two stay to guard the carriage. The rest People will **** the master up the mountain together. If something strange happens on the way, he will sacrifice his life to send the master to the valley. Do you understand?"

The guards who surrounded the young man agreed in unison. At this time, the caravan steward had ordered the two bamboo bamboos prepared in the car to be pulled out. In front of these people, the bamboo was built into a sedan chair carried by two people, and then the young people were invited to sit on the sedan chair. Two strong men with big shoulders and round waists lifted the sedan chair and followed the stewards towards the mountain.

In addition to these people, the steward ordered his men to travel with dozens of boxes and packages. Looking at the panting faces of the porters, it seemed that the contents inside were quite heavy.

"Steward Han, the boxes are all gifts from your Surabaya to a few gods, right?" The young man sitting on the sedan chair smiled at the steward before continuing, "I'm really bothering you this time. I asked you to take me to visit some gods, and the gifts should have been prepared by me in advance. It’s just that this trip is meticulous, and I can’t tell outsiders. After I invite a few gods back to Beijing, I will definitely ask grandpa to reward you all. Liu Xi and Sun Xiaochuan are the two owners of the Surabaya."

"Master, what are you talking about? Being able to do things for you and the old man is a blessing we have cultivated for several generations." The steward gave the young man a flattering smile, and then continued: "To be honest, Master, Over the years, the daily expenses of several immortals have been provided by our Surabaya, and this face is always there..."

Before the steward's words were finished, he suddenly heard a gloomy laughter from the air. Then a vague voice sounded: "His Royal Highness, my master said that he couldn't find you in the capital, so we sent a few of our disciples out to look for you. I didn't expect you to come here without shit. The place...what, do you want to come to Wu Mian and return to deal with my master?"

While speaking, a vague figure appeared in front of everyone. In the blink of an eye, the figure began to become clear, it was a skinny monk in his forties.

The monk who suddenly appeared looked like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. He smiled at the pale-faced young man, and said, "Your Highness, go back to the capital with Faming. You are the prince of a country, and you are involved in the fortune of the country and the people's livelihood. It's dangerous to be outside. It's better to go back early..."

After seeing the monk, the guards around the young man were like facing a big enemy, and they pulled out the hidden weapons one after another. The leader at the head shouted: "Protect the master!"

"Qianhu, don't be so nervous..." After the monk laughed, he looked at the head of the guard and continued: "If Faming is not good for His Highness, there are no living people here. As long as His Royal Highness can follow the monk back to the capital, it will never hurt His Highness. But if His Highness insists on not going back, the monk can only use brute force. It is inevitable that His Royal Highness will have to eat some food. It's a pain..."

"Faming! How dare you threaten His Highness..." Hearing the monk's words, the guard leader's face flushed with anger. Immediately, he flipped his palm and slashed in the direction of the monk. Following this action, a fist-sized fireball flew towards the monk.

"I never imagined that Qianhu would still use the methods of warlocks." The monk laughed. The moment the fireball hit his body, he opened his mouth and exhaled at the fireball, blowing it out instantly. Then his body flashed in front of the guard leader, and he reached out and grabbed Qianhu's heart.

Seeing that the monk suddenly came to the front of his leader, the guards surrounding him slashed down at the monk's bald head with their weapons at the same time. When more than a dozen long knives were about to hit the monk Faming, the long knives in the guards' hands suddenly caught fire. In an instant, these dozen long knives were burned red.

That's it, the guards also tightly grasped the long knife in their hands, and even if their hands holding the handle of the knife were burnt to pieces, they would chop off the monk's bald head with their knives. Unfortunately, the moment the long knife hit the monk, it quickly turned into molten iron and splashed onto the ground.

"You did this first..." After the monk sneered, he stretched out a finger and swiped at the necks of the dozen guards surrounding him. At the same time as this action was made, the heads of the dozen guards fell from their necks to the ground as if they were cut off by a quick knife. After that, more than a dozen bodies without their heads spurted blood, and the blood spurted out more than half a zhang.

After taking care of the dozen or so guards, the monk wanted to trouble the young man again, only to realize that he had already fled down the mountain under the guard of the thousand households just now. Looking at the backs of these people, the monk smiled coldly and muttered to himself, "I want to escape now... a little bit late."

After saying a sentence, the monk has disappeared in place. Almost at the same time as he disappeared, the monk Faming has reappeared in front of the group of people.

"His Royal Highness...you are like this, but it's very embarrassing for me to be a monk." After Faming chuckled, he slowly walked towards the few people in front of him. As the monk walked, he said, "Then there is no other way. Today, everyone here except His Royal Highness will re-enter reincarnation. Monk, I will recite sutras for everyone..."

"Monk, you better save yourself!" After a loud shout, the thousand households suddenly waved his hand and shouted to his guards: "I will wait for the master to die, as long as the master is safe, I will So what if you die with the enemy!"

After shouting out, several guards around him charged at the monk again, waving long knives. When the monk Faming saw it, he shook his head with a smile, and said, "To perish together... Do you have the ability to do this?" When he spoke, he again stretched out his fingers as he did just now. When they were about to cut off their heads according to the gourd painting, they suddenly smelled the smell of sulfur and saltpeter in the air. Looking at the guards who rushed over, there was a white smoke coming out of their chests and backs.

They were strapped with gunpowder... In an instant, the monk understood what had happened, and his face turned pale. I originally wanted to use the teleportation method to escape, but in the panic, I failed to cast the spell several times. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as several guards rushed in front of him.

The moment the guards rushed in front of the monk, the explosives that had been ignited on their bodies exploded at the same time, and a smoke from the explosives enveloped the monk inside.