The crimson blood seeped into the ground like moss, giving off a strong scent of demonic energy.
Scattered hair shone greasily like steel needles, lying here and there.
At this moment, Chen Qinggang's eyes were filled with shock, and his heart was churning, unable to calm down.
With his keen eye, he could naturally deduce from the trail left behind that a great battle had just taken place here, ones that left him astonished, as if the heavens and the earth had turned upside down.
The demon fox that had left him helpless was repelled by another even more terrifying being.
No, it wasn't just repelled.
The person had grievously wounded it in an absolutely overwhelming manner.
The demon blood scattered everywhere was proof of that, and from the way it had spilled, it was clear that the demon fox had been in constant retreat, without any ability to resist.
The remaining demonic energy in the great hall was still faintly giving off an emotion of fear.
The final blow had dealt the demon fox an unimaginably heavy hit.
"The pain of losing a tail!" Chen Qinggang picked up a piece of dropped flesh, his expression dazed, and his breathing somewhat heavy.
What kind of person was this Lord of the Capital Guard? What kind of scenes had he not seen?
However, at this moment, he couldn't help but be moved, somewhat unable to compose himself.
Chen Qinggang knew there was a great expert hidden in Peace Town, an expert far beyond his reach.
However, no one knew the person's identity.
He was too mysterious, and too terrifying.
He severely injured a high-level evil class monster under the very nose of the Demon Control Department, and as the Lord of the Capital Guard, he didn't know anything about the person's identity.
"Who on earth is it?" Chen Qinggang's eyebrows furrowed into a "chuan" shape.
Just then, a groaning sound of pain rang out.
People started to wake up gradually. They relied on their blood energy to suppress the evil spirits that had invaded their bodies, gradually expelling them.'
At this moment, one could see the depth of each person's cultivation.
Chen Qinggang was an expert of the Seventh Transformation of the Refining Realm and was the first to wake up.
Those like Xu Qian, Sima Tu, Huo Chang'en, these team leader-level experts were gradually regaining their strength.
As for Gu Xiangling, he followed closely behind.
With a lifting motion of Chen Qinggang's hand, his blood energy surged like terrifying thunder, helping everyone to eliminate the evil spirits within their bodies.
"Sir, what about the demon beast?" Xu Qian and the others couldn't help but ask as they came forward.
They looked pale and filled with lingering fear.
Since its establishment, nothing like this had ever happened in Peace Town's Demon Control Department. They were actually attacked by a demon beast which nearly massacred them all.
If this got out, they would likely become the laughing stock of other town leaders, and might even be severely reprimanded by the Imperial Court.
"It ran away!" Chen Qinggang said in a deep voice.
"Sir, you are truly brave."
Everyone glanced at each other and praised in unison.
"Someone else made a move." Chen Qinggang gritted his teeth and didn't say much more.
After all, he was the dignified Lord of the Capital Guard, he couldn't tell his subordinates that he, just like them, was too weak to handle the demon fox and had been knocked out!
The subordinates heard this and felt their hearts sink.
Especially Xu Qian and the other team leaders, they could all read between the lines of Chen Qinggang's words.
Someone else meaning Chen Qinggang hadn't been able to handle the fox demon.
But who else within the Demon Control Department could outshine Chen Qinggang, and even go as far as to drive away that terrifying demon beast?
"Could it be..."
"The mysterious expert from the old house south of the city yesterday!" Chen Qinggang's eyes narrowed slightly, a gleam flashing deep within his pupils.
He could be certain that the person who had made a move was indeed this person.
Chattering Thunder, a force quietly demonstrating overwhelming strength.
Most importantly, this person remained low-profile, not flaunting his or her strong abilities and achievements. Such a demeanor, detached from the world.
At this time, even without meeting face-to-face, Chen Qinggang couldn't help but be bowled over by such a mindset and demeanor.
Not to mention that the other person directly saved his life and preserved the face of the Peace Town Demon Control Department.
"Lord of the Capital Guard, who on earth is that person? Does Peace Town still have such an expert?" Xu Qian asked through gritted teeth and a deep voice.
He lowered his head, a trace of something indescribable and unfathomable flashed in his eyes, but he hid it very well, gone in an instant.
"Perhaps he is a senior expert passing by, he is unfathomable, beyond our imagination. You must not pry at will and offend him." Chen Qinggang solemnly warned.
Such senior experts must be virtuous and widely respected. Even he must pay utmost respect and not dare to neglect them.
Let alone these little ones?
"We understand!" Everyone nodded tremblingly.
The night ended up being full of twists and turns but thankfully uneventful.
Zhou Dao stayed in the Demon Gathering Room, silently waiting, as if everything happening outside had nothing to do with him.
"Brother Dao, such a big event has happened, aren't you going to go out and take a look?"
Wang Xiaoyi was very excited. He had never seen such a huge scene before, it was enough to brag about in bed with the girls at the Drunk Spring brothel for quite a while.
"These days, even the Demon Control Department isn't safe, you dare to go out? Just wait quietly." Zhou Dao didn't raise his head and kept tidying up silently.
"Wait for what?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.
"Wait for the end of the shift!"
...
Deep in the night, the wind was high and the sky was tense, a few crows on the branches cawed in alarm.
There was suddenly a sound from the dilapidated courtyard.
The inside of the house promptly lit up with dim light.
The scholar, wearing a thin long robe, holding an oil lamp, walked out.
He raised his lamp to illuminate the path before him, a look of surprise crossed his delicate face.
"Little fox, you got injured again!"
The scholar bent down, picked up the weak red fox, looked at the blood all over her body and couldn't help but frown.
"Did you get into a fight?"
Without further ado, the scholar carried the red fox into the house, helped her clean her wounds, applied herbs to stop the bleeding and reduce swelling, and then made a simple dressing.
After being busy for a while, it was already late at night.
The scholar was tired. He held the red fox in his arms and gradually fell asleep.
Moonlight streamed through the window, shining on the scholar's face.
His eyelashes moved with his breath.
The red fox lifted her head from his arms, looked at the scholar's face, her eyes revealing a rare softness, she couldn't help licking his face.
Whew...
Just then, a strong wind started howling outside the house, like a leaking bag, shaking the window lattices to make a "creaking" sound.
The scholar seemed to sense something, he was sleepy-eyed, about to wake up.
The red fox's body trembled slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
It jumped off from the scholar's arms, swept its tail across the scholar's eyes, who then fell back asleep.
"Tsk, tsk, how miserable. The pain of a fox's severed tail is not something you can easily endure."
In the night, a burst of cold, mocking voice permeated the air, complete with hidden contempt and ridicule.
The red fox walked out of the house, vigilantly staring into the vast darkness of the night.
"Seems like you already know everything."
"Tsk, tsk, what do you think the Demon Control Department is? You actually dare to hide from the leader and try to take all the credit." A ferocious laughter echoed from the black night: "Unfortunately, you met that monster."
"Do you know the origin of that boy?" The red fox asked in surprise.
"Of course, I not only know but also recognize him!"
In the darkness of the night, a figure slowly emerged, it emitted a heavy aura.
It was a Tibetan mastiff, tall as a fierce tiger, its fur was glossy black, there was a deep scar on its forehead, which almost ran across its whole face.
"Human, I am back." The black Tibetan mastiff stuck out its tongue, revealing a ferocious killing intent.