On the same day, starting at 11 o'clock in the evening, strange characters appeared in every corner of Paris.

After a museum administrator finished patrolling, he suddenly saw a monster that looked like a tree man appeared in the hall.

A car repair shop, and somehow a...robot came out of the warehouse?!

In a nightclub toilet, the drinker found a monster with skin-moving flesh appeared in the pit, with a complicated expression.

"Oh God, who threw the placenta here?"

In the windows of the Champs-Elysees, many women who are not like humans are trying on clothes.

In the Seine River, many water ghosts emerged.

The most densely populated churches, the pastor saw many wizards dressed in different costumes gathered here, looking at Jesus on the cross with a puzzled look on his face.

In the backstage of the performance of Moulin Mofang, some non-performers took to the stage, which caused a lot of praise from the audience.

Among them, there was a host holding his head, putting his head in a bird cage and speaking verbal words. The enthusiastic drinker went up to take a photo with excitement and gave him a bottle of beer.

The strange characters began to wander, while the citizens were in joy, more joy than surprise and fear. Many people did not choose to escape from this strange scene.

Several gangsters even blocked a sulli-level host under the bridge and started beating him and snatched away his staff.

In a chaotic city, the first bloodshed case was a Styx host killed by a hunting gun.

In the suburbs, the policeman who happened to handle other cases was at the door of a villa. An old man with a big belly scratched his head and looked sad: "Damn it, I didn't mean it. I warned this child three times, but he was still indifferent. I feel guilty for what I did, Mr. Police..."

Of course, it seems that some uninvited guests who were similar to demons broke into the city and were punished by strict orderly citizens, but after many hosts realized that this was a terrible plane, they became alert.

After being vigilant against the indigenous people here, fewer bloody conflicts occurred. Most people found that except for those deadly black tube magic weapons, the people here are actually not powerful. In many cases, a spell can handle it.

At this moment, some citizens gradually became surprised and panic because they discovered that the city was abnormal. However, some of the brainless hosts of the Ten Dead City were still confused and did not understand what was going on.

Among the helpless hosts, most of them are low-level hosts, and there are a few who are very calm.

Is this the world that has been pulled into?

No matter how much hello, I don't say a word...

Well... let me see, I'm familiar with it here.

On the Champs Elysees, at the door of the shop, the baby and mother looked at some female hosts in the luxury store trying on jewelry and curled their lips and said, "Garden Bun."

After saying that, before the patrol police appeared, they left the door of the shop.

It's evening now, and the business hours have passed long ago.

Some shops were robbed, and several security personnel were lying on the ground and their lives were unknown. The police rushed over and heard the news. After failing to communicate, they shot several hosts and the two sides confronted each other.

Not far away, a team of policemen questioned a beautiful woman.

There is nothing strange about the woman, but the police couldn't understand her language. The friend who was dressed as a Middle Eastern rich man next to her was gestured and explaining, but they still couldn't understand. Another man surrounded by thorns became a little impatient, and the thorns slowly opened.

"Stop! What do you want to do!"

The Thorn Man was pointed at by several black tube magic weapons, with four or five red dots on his body. He wanted to deal with the other party, but Hayquin next to him said in broken English: "I am a businessman from Cairo. He is my friend, and he has a strange disease, so we come to seek medical treatment."

No one believes this.

But the police let them go.

Hayquin and the other two left the siege, and the Thorny Man Fayutan whispered: "Someone follows us."

"Of course."

"Do you want to solve them?"

"Forget it, this should be the hometown of Kunlun Demon. Give him some face."

The three of them were disappointed, but they reached a consensus.

Qin Kun is their friend at least, so it is not good to kill innocent people by chance.

Under the Arc de Triomphe, the three of them were curious why they suddenly came here and didn't even say hello.

After a moment of confusion, the baby suddenly spit out pink smoke and surrounded the three of them.

"Shh, that's the host of Duize Prison."

Under the Arc de Triomphe, the three of them saw a muddy monster fiddling with a fire hydrant on the grass not far away.

Fayutan was curious: "'Shenling' Jersey Tower? It seems that many big guys have also come to the hosts of other prisons."

"Gulius is there too!"

The ‘Soul Shepherd’ Gulius carried a lantern and looked at the muddy monster.

The muddy monster was fiddling with the fire hydrant, as if he was thirsty. Gulius curled his lips: "Grandmaster." After saying that, he pressed the button on the drinking table next to him, took a few sips of water and wiped his mouth and left.

Jerseyta widened his eyes in shock, ran to the drinking water table, and finally got some water out and poured it into his throat.

At this moment, any host in the Ten Dead City, as long as he leaves the territory, he finds himself in an inexplicable city.

But they found that this place was a hundred times better than their hometown!

Delicious and plenty of food.

Good looking building.

Fresh air.

There were even a lot of iron-shelled monsters running on the street.

The hosts who have been here have integrated into life in a very good manner and do not attract the attention of the locals. The hosts who have come for the first time have become devils, and because of poor communication, there is a killing.

In the auto repair shop, Dr. Tie helped repair all the damaged cars present in two or two. The owner of the auto repair shop handed a cigar tremblingly: "Hello... consider working in our store? I'll give you double the daily salary..."

Dr. Tie naturally couldn't understand what he was saying, but fortunately there was a computer next to him.

A wire was inserted into the computer, and countless data flows entered the body. The brain soaked in the liquid glass cylinder kept bubbled. A minute later, Dr. Tie took back the data cable and said in a standard local dialect: "Sorry, I'm not interested in auto repairs. What happened just now was a simple task. Can you pay me 100 francs for emergency response?"

The boss was a little disappointed, but he quickly took out 100 francs and handed them over.

Dr. Tie smiled and waved his hand and left the auto repair shop.

...

The largest gang in the local area, the Gaul Brotherhood, is known as the "Sword of Gallic".

At this moment, the leader Benoit listened to his subordinates' reports and kept touching his bald head.

Thirty years ago, when he was young, he was shaved by an oriental young man, and his bald head became his symbol. At the same time, he also became the symbol of the backbone of the Gaul Brotherhood.

In the room, another bald man with a scorpion tattoo said curiously: "BOSS, our place was smashed, why don't you send your brothers over?"

Benoit shrugged: "It's nothing to lose some money. I heard that those who smashed the scene are all weird people with unique shapes. I think don't mess with them before things are clear."

"BOSS, your kindness exudes the glory of the sword of Gaul, but if we don't show up, we will be looked down upon by the Gothic Warhammer. You know that in recent years, the Marseille lion has also returned and has formed an alliance with the Gothic Warhammer, and with Saint-Germain staring at us, our status must be defended with blood."

"Bertrand, you're right, then take some people and try to be careful."

“Okay boss.”

After Benoit finished speaking, he went to the inner room.

The inner room is an old man who can't be older, wearing a suit, but he is a little depressed.

When the old Benoit saw his son coming in, he smiled at him: "A cute child, is the Goth Warhammer restless again?"

"No, father, I think something is strange about this time."

"Well, caution is the basic quality of a helm, and you do a good job."

"Father, I always feel that some special people are needed in the gang. Why do you disagree over the years?"

Old Benoit recalled thirty years ago and smiled and said, "I was very happy that Mr. Qin was in charge of the rear and settled the black magic for me. But I also knew that people like him would not be willing to be a subordinate. And once people in trouble, they would implicate us. We can't solve their troubles. Do you understand?"

"I understand my father."

"Well, I'm going to sleep. Julie will come back to see me tomorrow with her kids?"

"Yes." Benoit smiled slightly, "She promised."

...

The next day.

noon.

Demon City.

In a small restaurant, Qin Kun, Wang Qian, Chu Qianxun, Li Chong, Chai Ziyue, Han Yao, Wanrenlang, Xu Facheng, Qin Xue, and Zou Jingfeng all came to participate in Cui Honghu's thank-you banquet.

Several teachers were invited to the audience. Cui Honghu had no family here, and the whole family was his family. The atmosphere was not very lively, so Wanrenlang also brought a group of people from the local spiritual detectives to join in the venue.

Deputy Master Lu, Xiao Zheng, An Ran, and a group of backbones under Wanrenlang also sat at a table.

With Cui Honghu’s classmates, there are a total of five tables, so the seat is still open.

Of course, the speaker was Wan Renlang. Team Leader Wan, who was good at dancing and was in an important position, had a good speech. After the speech, he invited Cui Honghu's class teacher to the stage.

The old man is a little old man and likes his decent disciples very much.

When a teacher is happiest, he sees his years of gardener career reaping fruits.
To be continued...