After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 616

The Demon Suppression Division is shrouded in dark clouds all year round.

The air was filled with bad luck, evil spirits, death, resentment, and hostility, condensing into thick dark clouds.

There is death in this world, but there is no place like hell.

If there is, then the Demon Suppression Division must be one of the hells.

One quarter of the huge Lin'an City is the territory of the Demon Suppression Division.

Legend has it that the magic circle inside is folded, and the actual area is much larger than it appears from the outside, and this is only the part on the ground. The underground part is even bigger, wider, and more eerie.

No one knows what is inside and what it has given birth to.

The huge city and the suppression of tens of millions of lives allowed the Demon Suppression Division to maintain superficial tranquility.

As for how many undercurrents there are beneath the cover of night, no one can tell.

……

The waning moon hangs in the west, on the street leading to the Demon Suppression Division.

A... no, strictly speaking, a black shadow was moving quickly through the shadows of the street.

Its body was covered in spikes, like a six-legged toad, advancing like a ghost, silent and impassive. Its rapid progress made it utterly silent, not even a whistling sound as it broke through the wind. Its pitch-black form blended almost perfectly into the night, leaving only a pair of savage pupils, two faint red points flashing with vigilance and violence.

It kept wandering around the Demon Suppression Division, observing something.

Suddenly, it darted into the darkness in the corner of the room and lay still.

"Tick tick tick~"

Just then, a man carrying a load of goods came around the street corner ahead. He looked around vigilantly at the darkness. His back was bent under the weight of the goods, but he was almost jogging forward, his breathing rapid and heavy.

He was a young peddler, about 20 or 30 years old, with a frosted face.

The Dajing Empire was established for more than a thousand years, and except for important border areas, it almost never issued a curfew.

It’s not that you can’t, but that you don’t have to.

Because the night is the paradise of demons.

As night falls, people close their doors and windows early. Even if they cannot go home, they must find shelter.

No one would wander around under the cover of night unless absolutely necessary.

But due to the pressure and pull of life, there will always be some people who return home late at night.

The thing they have in common is that they walk in a hurry, and their quick footsteps are like the beating of a wooden fish, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Pray that misfortune will not befall you.

However, gods and Buddhas are too far away, while demons are too close.

Such prayers are always so pale and powerless.

"Whoosh!"

A scarlet tongue suddenly shot out from the darkness, wrapped around the peddler's neck like lightning, and then... "Snap."

There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and the peddler disappeared into the darkness before he could even let out a scream.

"Creak~Creak~"

Then, a creepy sound of swallowing food whole was heard from inside.

After a few breaths, "Puff!"

A bloody shoe was vomited out and fell at the junction of moonlight and darkness.

Then, the other shoe.

And... two bloody clothes.

Then, the black shadow let out a low roar and left.

Just like that, after an unfortunate encounter, the young peddler disappeared completely.

No one knew who he was, whose father he was, or whose son he was.

After daybreak, the city patrol officer would discover an ownerless cargo basket and blood-stained clothes and shoes on the ground.

Once the loads of goods blocking the road were removed and the dirty clothes and shoes were collected, everything was over.

No one will care what happened, and no one will investigate.

Of course, this is what will happen tomorrow.

And tonight…is not over yet.

A moment later, a young man in sackcloth carrying a large shovel came from not far away, looked at the bloody clothes on the ground, cursed under his breath, and disappeared to the other end.

……

Looking down from the sky, the Demon Suppression Division looked like a huge beast lying on the ground.

The black shadow is a small insect.

It circled around the boundless beast cautiously, always keeping a distance of two streets away, not daring to get too close, as if it was afraid of being swallowed by the boundless beast.

“Ga ga ga ga~”

After going around in a circle, it returned to its starting point.

The time passed slowly, and the soothing bloody taste in the throat gradually faded.

It became more and more anxious. After a moment of silence, it fixed its gaze, opened its huge toad mouth, and the two rows of organs under its jaw that looked like fish gills made a slight creaking sound.

Direct call~

After a few breaths, perhaps because it heard something, it suddenly jumped onto the top of the wall, and its cold eyes reflected several brightly lit buildings in the distance.

And then… “Whoosh!”

It turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared on the spot, heading straight for the building at a speed as fast as lightning.

Soon, it came to the darkness not far from the building.

Looking up, I saw towering buildings, bustling crowds of people, and bright candlelight, which was incompatible with the surrounding darkness. The doorplate had three extremely charming and enchanting words: Cuiqinglou.

The dark shadow lurked, eyes full of fear, constantly looking around.

However, at this moment, it suddenly felt a strong wind blowing from the side.

Turning its head, a large black iron shovel rapidly enlarged in its pupils.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp sound.

The shadow felt that the world was full of stars.

While feeling dizzy, it vaguely saw a human face.

He was as young as the peddler who had just entered the stomach.