Night Watchman

(The previous chapter was blocked or banned)

Inside the white van.

Zhang Fusheng sat quietly, while Liu Zhengbang was the only person in the car.

"What made you come to me alone?" he asked with interest.

Liu Zhengbang wiped his sweat and said cautiously:

"I'm afraid you're still in a state of demonic possession."

"Entered by demonic possession."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and said calmly:

Do you know about Divine Descent?

Liu Zhengbang's expression turned serious, and he nodded vigorously:

"Of course I know that. Evil God from Different Dimension can Divine Descent through a vessel with certain related characteristics."

He sighed, his expression grave.

"If their true name is discovered, or if the legendary Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron is used as a guide, their True Body Descent!"

Zhang Fusheng remained calm and said indifferently:

"The Western Sect is planning a Divine Descent in Jiangzhou City."

Liu Zhengbang's eyelids twitched violently:

"I will report this matter and request support from the action team. May I ask, what is your purpose in coming to Jiangzhou?"

Zhang Fusheng looked at him:

"Did your boss send you to ask me this?"

"Yes."

Liu Zhengbang simply nodded:

"You are at least a Great Grandmaster has mastered the True Spiritual Realm, but you are not in any of our records, so you have been listed as a suspected cultist."

The old man chuckled:

"Cultists? Ha! I come from the Above High Heaven."

"Above High Heaven?"

Liu Zhengbang was prepared to die, his only wish being to obtain as much information as possible—that was his mission.

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"You don't need to know what it is, and I won't give you any further explanation—the actions of the Western Sect in Jiangzhou have jeopardized the interests of those Above High Heaven."

"I can give you two names, go and look them up."

He stared at Liu Zhengbang:

"One is the owner of the Chaimen, Ghost of Chai."

"The other one is Niu Dali, Hong Tianbao's apprentice."

"Especially that little guy Niu Dali, he's quite something."

Liu Zhengbang saw the old man smile meaningfully, his figure slowly fading away and disappearing from the spot.

Just like that, they disappeared.

A cold sweat broke out on his back, but it evaporated instantly.

"Ghost of Chai, Niu Dali"

Liu Zhengbang chewed over the two names, his fingers pressing on the earpiece:

"The questioning is complete. I'll transmit the audio later, and you can then report to the bureau and notify the director to request three, no, five action teams!"

"In addition, implement surveillance on Ghost of Chai."

Upon releasing his grip, Liu Zhengbang's terrified expression turned blank.

He murmured in confusion:

"Above High Heaven."

Snake Fist Gym.

"Mind control." Huang Qiuxian took the white envelope from the girl's hand, looked at the unconscious girl, and frowned.

He looked at the letter, which exuded a subtle, timeless charm, and broke the wax seal. The letter and a wooden token slid out.

'Above High Heaven, I grant you permission to leave your name.'

"Having received this letter, you are permitted to enter the heavens at midnight."

'Huang Qiuxian, collect'

The letter contained only three lines of text, with the signature at the bottom: Zhong Shan.

"It's him."

Huang Qiuxian's hair stood on end; this was the man who knew the true name of the God of Plague!

"Above High Heaven."

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

5 PM.

Wearing human skin masks, Yu Chengzong and Li Qiuhua arrived early at the small restaurant located in the Fifth District.

Better safe than sorry. Since we're here to see Fusheng, it's better to change our demeanor. Showing up as the person in charge might cause trouble for the child.

It could also cause trouble for yourself.

Inside the private room.

"There was a minor internal conflict at Hong's yesterday," Li Qiuhua said softly, looking at the people coming and going outside the French windows.

Do you know what happened?

"I haven't been paying attention, but it seems some people died at the Ping'an Hotel."

Yu Chengzong said, completely unconcerned:

"These matters are all handled by Old Ghost Chai. This old fellow has been entrenched in Jiangzhou for many years and has no intention of letting us, who are parachuted in as managers, get involved."

Two of the four leaders of the Western Sect, currently hidden in Jiangzhou City, chatted casually, just like ordinary people.

Looking at his watch, guessing that Fusheng would be arriving soon, Yu Chengzong a low voice:

"The Western Sect has clues about the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron and has been creating a false impression in thousands of cities. But since a minor Divine Descent at the end of the month, I suspect the clues are in this city."

He sighed:

"But the bureau's order was to hold back and continue the covert operation."

The woman frowned and lit a cigarette.

"If the clues are really in Jiangzhou, then tell me, is it Old Ghost Chai, or another mysterious, unseen manager who knows the clues?"

She squinted her eyes:

"How long does the bureau plan to keep us undercover? If this continues, there really won't be a way back."

Yu Chengzong shook his head:

"Have no idea."

Li Qiuhua sighed softly.

'Knock knock knock'

There was a knock on the door of the private room, and a waiter led in a handsome young man.

"Uncle Yu, Aunt Li," the boy greeted them shyly.

"Fu Sheng!"

Yu Chengzong laughed heartily, looking Zhang Fusheng up and down. Hmm, he looked like the kind of well-behaved, gentle and delicate boy.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Come on, sit down, don't be so reserved! Your Aunt Li and I both held you when you were little!"

A smile also appeared on Li Qiuhua's face:

"Wow, you were just a little baby back then, and more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. You've grown so much!"

Zhang Fusheng smiled sheepishly, sat down awkwardly, and curiously sized up his two fathers' old friends.

Uncle Yu looked rugged; he was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

As for Aunt Li, though she's past her prime, she still retains her charm and exudes an elegant air.

Plates of hot dishes were quickly served.

Yu Chengzong got straight to the point:

"Your father is still in East Ridge Snow Mountain. There are some changes coming to Jiangzhou City soon, so he can't stay there."

He gazed at the youthful, delicate-looking boy:

"Fusheng, pack your things these next few days and leave Jiangzhou. I'll apply for a Level 2 Pass for you, which will allow you to enter medium-sized cities."

"Level 2 Pass?"

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat surprised. The controls between cities of different levels were extremely strict. It was manageable from top to bottom, but from bottom to top?

Almost impossible.

A Level 1 pass allows travel between small cities, while Level 2 Pass grants free access to medium-sized cities.

You can't buy this thing no matter how much money you have!

Uncle Yu, how could he possibly get his hands on it?

It seems they are indeed from the Investigation Bureau.

Zhang Fusheng seemed to be deep in thought. His father had mentioned before that Uncle Yu worked for an anti-cult organization. If it wasn't the Investigation Bureau, what else could it be?

After much deliberation, he simply asked:

"Uncle Yu, my dad said you work at an anti-cult organization?"

Yu Chengzong hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes, a place called the Anti-Cult Investigation Bureau. Your dad is there too; he's been Night Watchman for ten years now. By the way, tell Old Zhang not to come back either. I'll help him apply for a Night Watchman position in another city."

Night Watchman?

Zhang Fusheng, bewildered, exclaimed:

What are the Night Watchman?

Li Qiuhua placed a piece of food on the boy's plate, and the more she looked at the delicate-looking boy, the more she liked him.

"Your father was seriously injured saving me and your Uncle Yu back then, which is why he became Night Watchman."

She paused for a moment, then quietly explained the matter of the Night Watchman.

Some of the Investigation Bureau personnel who have lost their ability to fight will retire to a city and live in the city's Lower-Level District. They will report any signs of cults they discover in a timely manner.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized:

"No wonder my dad was always an underground doctor."

Li Qiuhua playfully tapped Zhang Fusheng's forehead:

"You silly child."

She sighed softly again:

"I shouldn't have told you this, but your father agreed. After all, your whole family is moving to a medium-sized city, and if we're lucky, we might even move to Large City."

He can't explain what happened.

Beside him, Yu Chengzong also smiled and said:

"Fusheng, you must keep what I told you today to yourself; you can't tell anyone else."

Zhang Fusheng nodded, but he was also starting to really think about it.

A wise person does not stand under a dangerous wall.

The Black Eyes problem is serious, but the Eldest Senior Brother seems to have an even bigger problem, and there's also the bizarre phenomenon of Divine Descent.

Or should we just run away?

As for the master

Um, once we get in touch, should we run away together?

Um.

Let's do it!

Zhang Fusheng had a clear idea: he must have a problem to stay in Jiangzhou City and keep stubbornly persisting!

It was just Zhu Xiaoming and his group.

They need to move to other cities. Longzhou City, with Old Shi there, is a good option.

After finishing the meal.

Before leaving, Yu Chengzong said with a smile:

"I'll submit the application tomorrow. The review process will probably take a little over a week, and your family should be able to move to the city above that level around the 20th."

Zhang Fusheng smiled shyly and answered, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Uncle Yu, what kind of review are you talking about?"

"Nothing."

Yu Chengzong waved his hand:

"The Night Watchman family has very lenient screening procedures; as long as there are no suspected cult members in their social interactions, they can pass directly."

Zhang Fusheng first said "Oh," and then fell silent.

Interpersonal interactions.

Did I just report Niu Dali?

He said goodbye to Uncle Yu and Aunt Li blankly.

"No."

"It's only a little over a week, I can afford to wait." Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, knowing that he must not change the past without absolute certainty.

Now we have absolute certainty!

If I don't report Niu Dali at noon, the change will be small, and an afternoon won't have much of a Butterfly Effect.

It's been changed!

If nothing unexpected happens in the next week or so, I should be able to leave this mess behind. It's best to stay out of it.

Time.

He needs time to develop.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his watch, exhaled a breath of stale air, and once again silently transformed into Zhong Shan.

The thought simultaneously communicated with the four Order of High Heaven.

'Buzz!'