After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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This is really troublesome! We need to find a way to fight our way out!

Spa smacked his lips, clenched his fist, and unleashed his sword aura, sweeping towards the black crowd in front of him.

However, the crowd did not react in the slightest; instead, they emitted a purple light and withstood the sword's force, surging forward.

Seeing this, Spah raised an eyebrow: Is this what they call "Harmony"? Even if one person is weak, a group of them is still difficult to deal with.

Even if there are thousands or tens of thousands of people, I am not afraid... but after all, I cannot kill people indiscriminately...

Spall thought to himself as he watched the black tide disperse, sealing off his escape route.

Wow!

The group lifted their black robes, revealing weapons at their waists—iron bars, machetes—that gleamed coldly in the blazing sun.

The cultists shouted, drew their weapons, and charged toward Spahn.

However, Spa was not afraid of the crowd. Instead, he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The smoke drifted gently into the air.

Watch me... knock you all out one by one!

Spah raised his fist and smashed the nearest follower away.

Just as he was about to throw his second punch at the others, a thought flashed through his mind, and he changed his mind:

Why not use [homophonic] to counter [homophonic]?

Thinking of this, Spa took a half step back, flicked his wrist, and summoned the player given to him by the robin.

blah blah blah!

Spah pressed the button, and the girl's singing voice spread like a clear spring.

The music entered the ears of the believers. The once surging crowd instantly turned into wooden figures, frozen in place.

Good, don't linger in the fight!

Leave a mark, then track them one by one back to their lair.

Thinking of this, Spa waved his hand, scattering several streams of energy that flew towards the people who had just knelt down to perform the ritual.

He lowered his hand, shifted his gaze, and saw that people had only been still for half a second before they started moving again.

Spare, unwilling to linger, spotted a gap, slipped out of the encirclement, and fled into the distance.

After walking a few steps, Spah was out of the black-robed man's sight. However, instead of fleeing, he lit a cigarette.

We have to wait until the people in black robes disperse and those who performed the ceremony are alone... then, we'll ambush them at their residences and catch them.

At that point, there will be more options available, whether it's interrogation or retrospection.

Spare thought to himself, took out a cigarette butt, and exhaled a long puff of ash. The smoke billowed into the clouds like a balloon.

He strolled through the streets of the slums, listening to the shouts and cries flooding his ears, watching the dilapidated buildings move by one after another, disappearing from his sight.

After wandering around for a while, Spall felt that enough time had passed, so he conjured up a virtual panel and projected the red coordinates of the targets.

Spah licked his lips and was just checking the red dot when he noticed a black robe flash past him.

He was slightly taken aback, turned his head, and saw three cult members standing guard on the street, whispering to each other.

"Do you have any information about that heretic who infiltrated the group?"

"No! If it weren't for the ritual that connected our consciousnesses, he really would have gotten away with it."

"His Holiness the Pope is furious. He'll dig three feet into the ground to find that man. The slums are so big, he can't have gone far!"

"Don't worry! The slums are all our people, he can't escape! Besides, we've already planted the mark."

"According to reports, the inscription was made in this generation..."

"..."

The whispers reached his ears. Spare held the cigarette butt between his fingers, took a small puff, rolled his eyes, and pondered:

See the description...

The cult has laid a trap to eliminate me? And they've left their mark without my knowledge.

The methods left behind by that fool were indeed extraordinary; if one was not careful, one would fall into his trap!

Erasing the mark now would actually reveal its location... although, even if it were revealed, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Let's fight our way out!

simply!

Now, let's get straight to the point!

In an instant, Spah abandoned his plan to save energy, took a deep breath, and hid his fist at his waist.

His aura not only didn't rise, but actually decreased; he held his breath and withdrew his murderous intent.

"Leaving Yue is already a Japanese dove%.% Liu Jiuyi deleted 6 hands! It must be clean and efficient!"

Knock one out, then search them! See if there's any useful information.

Spall devised a plan, moved his feet, turned the corner, and stepped into a small alley, where he encountered a man in a black robe.

Ah!

Perfect, I'll use you as my starting point!

Spare put away his cigarette butt, pretending not to see the man in black, and turned his head to see that the alley was shrouded in darkness, without a single ray of light.

He walked towards the man in black robes, brushing past him, but his hand flashed out like lightning, slashing towards the man's neck.

"Giggle"

The other party let out a wail, and with a thud, its body fell to the ground in a starfish shape, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Spall heard the wailing and felt a strange unease. He realized that the sound was like a woman's voice.

More importantly, the other person had a strong voice and didn't seem like they hadn't eaten enough.

Ah!

Looks like we've caught a big fish! We've made a killing!

Spall, unsuspecting, licked his lips, grabbed the other man's robe, and groped for his pocket.

Before long, he reached into the bag and groped around for a while, only to find something soft and fluffy like cotton.

Huh?

The feel of it... could it be some kind of feminine hygiene product?

Spall looked puzzled, but considering the importance of the intelligence, he used his wrist to pull out the thing.

He saw a white pillow.

"..."

Spall was stunned, his head buzzing.

But he quickly realized that, after removing the pillow, the man in black robes had dropped something else.

It was a token, dark brown in color, surrounded by a layer of emerald green cloud decorations.

What caught Spah's attention most was the two large characters written in ink strokes at the center of the token:

【Cloud Riders】!

Chapter 148 Su Chang and Mo Ze

The alleyway was silent, save for the rustling wind. Darkness enveloped the alley, swallowing the two figures as well.

Spah, clad in a black robe, stared at the cultist crawling on the ground, then turned to look at the token in his hand, a slight bewilderment in his mind.

Immortal Boat Cloud Rider?

How did Yunqi end up mixed up with cult members?

Could he be an undercover agent?

To be fair, cult rituals do indeed bear some traces of richness...

In short, we should find out who the other party is.

Spall thought to himself, squatted down, grabbed the man's outer robe, and yanked it off hard.

Wow!

The wind blew through the robes, making a popping sound.

Spall caught a glimpse of a girl sprawled on the ground, her eyes rolled back.

The girl wore an apricot-yellow coat, and her long brown hair was loose.

However, what Spah cared about most was that the girl was carrying a heavy sword with white cloth wrapped around its blade.

It's really tough on you.

To be able to hide such a huge thing under a black robe

Where is your famous storage ring from the game?

Spah's heartfelt words.

But soon he stopped daydreaming, took out a cigarette, lit it, and started thinking about serious matters:

The celestial vessel had already infiltrated the planet... They must have uncovered even more intelligence.

In that case, it seems that sharing information with Xianzhou would be more efficient than investigating alone...

Let me use my sword intent to wake this little girl up.

In the blink of an eye, Spah made up his mind, bent down, and touched the girl's back with his palm.

Sword intent surged from within his body to his palm.

Suddenly, Spah's heart skipped a beat as he sensed a murderous intent emanating from within arm's reach.

Enemy attack!

We need to take action.

Spall's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he hesitated for less than half a second before reacting by moving his head and scanning his surroundings.

He glanced at the ground and saw a purple cloud rising up there, crackling and flashing with electricity.

Cloud Chanting Technique!

The stealth techniques of the Immortal Boat Wisdom Clan

Is the other party a member of the Vidyadhara clan?

Something doesn't feel right...

While Spah was still pondering, the purple mist transformed into a human form, and a white-haired man wearing a black hood emerged.

However, what Spah cared about most was the snake-shaped dagger in the opponent's palm, crackling and flashing with purple lightning.

Moze!

They are General Feixiao's personal guards!

Spah recognized the person's identity in an instant.

Unfortunately, Makze did not recognize Spa. He frowned, took out a dagger, and without saying a word, slashed at Spa's neck.

Whatever you do, don't get hit by the dagger!

Spall thought: However, using a shield to block might accidentally injure someone.

Thinking of this, Spall slightly turned his body and stepped back, the dagger grazing his throat.

Spah took a few steps back, creating distance, clearly unwilling to engage in this pointless fight, and shouted:

“It’s me, Mozawa! Spa! Have you forgotten?”

However, Makze remained unmoved. With a flash of lightning, he rushed to Spa again and raised his dagger.

"tsk"

Spall dodged again.