Twenty years of life, saying its long is not long.

  It was a huge surprise for Shen Yi.

  When I came over, my previous life had only left more than 30 years of life, and at most, I would die in my 50s, which is a real short-lived ghost.

  The so-called major limit is approaching, this is heavens number.

  With the help of Feng Lei Bao Juan, he barely managed to achieve physical perfection, but ultimately was still limited to the mortal category.

  Being able to slightly extend ones lifespan is already a very difficult thing to achieve.

  Shen Yi gathered his thoughts and looked forward to the Town Demon Divisions patrol a month later.

  Of course, before that, we must make good preparations for both hands.

  One is strength.

  The Taigong Wang established the Demon-Quelling Department, independent of the imperial court.

  Even if they had no soldiers under their command, the lowest-ranking ones were exceptionally granted the title of Seventh-Rank Colonel, comparable to the County Magistrate of Baiyun County.

  Its just an ordinary school lieutenant who can give the Wind and Thunder Treasure Volume, a transcendent method, to Chen Ji at will, simply because his talent is not bad.

  To join this group of people, you must show extraordinary abilities.

  The initial boundary...or even higher?

  Shen Yi wasnt quite sure, but having a higher cultivation was never a bad thing.

  Although there is no magic formula or precious medicine now, I was able to gain insight into the initial realm of martial arts from the Fuyao Knife Method before. Now that I have half a volume of Fenglei Treasure, as long as I am willing to sacrifice my lifespan, I can still deduce some famous moves.

  Thinking of this, Shen Yi looked at the dashboard, feeling a bit heartbroken.

  Just now I still thought I was holding a fortune in my hand, but after eating a meal, I became a poor ghost again.

  Remaining lifespan of the demon: seventeen years

  Killing demons is actually not an easy thing to do.

  Shen Yi only had the opportunity to be alone with the demon because of his connections from his past life, but as one by one the demons disappeared, the trust that had been built up over several years would collapse at an unimaginable speed.

  To forge iron, one must be hard oneself. Shen Yi must accumulate enough strength to face the crazy counterattack of the demon before they discover his betrayal!

  Apart from strength.

  The second is reputation; after all, if things continue as they are now, the government will not be able to keep its feet hidden.

  The Town Demon Officer arrived at Baiyun County, and before killing the demons, the first thing to do might be to push the "famous" Shen Ye to Caishi Street for a thousand cuts.

  But theres no need to rush this matter.

  As long as you kill enough monsters, your reputation will naturally improve.

  "Hmm..."

  Shen Yi stood at the door stretching his body, no need to worry about losing his life next year, he felt much more relaxed.

  Just then, two attendants rushed over from the end of the street, panting and saying: "Lord Shen, weve finally found you! Head Song is asking you to hurry back and report for duty."

  "Whats your job?"

  Hearing the sound, Chen Ji, who was collecting bowls and chopsticks, raised his head.

  The Song head in both mouths was actually Song Changfeng, the person in charge of the prison.

  It is normal for subordinates to report their work to superiors.

  But it was not so in the county government of Baiyun County.

  Song was over forty years old, originally a prime age with a strong spirit, but because he stood on the wrong side in dealing with demons and monsters, he was suppressed by the government one after another, and Shen Yi under his hand had long been unbearable.

  And although he is upright in his dealings, his character cannot be considered strong and hard. He watched with open eyes as the waters of Baiyun County were stirred up more and more, and while he was angry at heart, he did not dare to truly stand up and accuse anyone.

  After being suppressed, his spirit also gradually disappeared.

  Its better to be a shopkeeper who has given up, holding a teacup every day and muddling through life. As for Shen Yi, its best to avoid him if possible, so as not to lose face.

  Why did you deliberately come looking for me today?

  "Im going to bed early, dont leave a light on for me."

  Chen Ji turned around and took out his sword, Chen Jinyu nodded in agreement. She had always been worried that her brothers temper was too strong and he couldnt tolerate any dissent, so when working with others, he would be ostracized and bullied by his colleagues. Now it seemed that the other party had found a trustworthy superior.

  As she thought of this, she couldnt help but steal a glance at the tall figure standing by the door.

  I dont know what kind of person it is, but he can make my proud and arrogant brother so convinced.

  Shen Yi turned around, slightly raising an eyebrow: "Whats wrong? Put down your knife and wash your bowl."

  Chen Ji silently dropped his knife.

  Shen Yi looked at the two bailiffs in front of him again, these were all his own men.

  But at this moment, both of them dodged their eyes, obviously hiding something in their hearts.

  The person who can scare them like this and call himself their past is probably not that Song head.

  "Lets go."

  Shen Yi didnt ask much and stepped onto the main street.

  Two bailiffs with great fanfare escorted him back to his office.

  The slightly chubby one finally turned around and said in a low voice: "You be more careful..."

  He immediately turned back after saying that.

  Two people stood still in front of the closed door: "Song Tou, Shen Da Ren has arrived!"

  At these words, Shen Yi was slightly puzzled, really is Song Changfeng?

  It was just a moment of daze, and a response came from inside the door, but it wasnt Song Tous voice...

  Bang! Bang!

  Two large holes were punched out on the wooden door, and a dark shadow emerged, simultaneously piercing through the chests of two bailiffs.

  Shen Yi gazed at the two black shadows protruding from the back of the yamen runner, a pair of wrinkled skin with black fur on their palms.

  At this moment, two palms each grasped a faintly trembling heart and slowly stretched out in front of him, sharp fingernails suddenly stabbed in!

  "Shen brothers, why stop moving forward?"

  “……”

  Shen Yi closed his eyes and took a light breath of the warm, humid air that was thick with the smell of mildew.

  He kicked the door with a loud thud!

  As the wooden door shattered, a sharp cry of surprise suddenly came from inside, and then that black shadow darted extremely quickly towards the back.

  Shen Yi stepped in calmly and gazed around indifferently with a calm expression.

  The first thing that caught his eye was Song Changfeng, a middle-aged man with a miserable look on his face. He knelt in front of the rattan chair, his whole body trembling like chaff, not entirely due to fear, but more because of what was on his shoulders.

  That was a sturdy and powerful plush thigh.

  It was so casual that it pressed on Song Changfengs shoulder, which could make him almost fracture all over his body, and he was sweating profusely.

  The owner of the fluffy thighs lay in a rattan chair, wearing a loose and large Confucian shirt, which was open and sloppy. He slowly propped himself up with his elbows, revealing an ugly ape-like face, slightly baring his teeth: "Brother, sit down."

  Apart from it, there were two more apes in the house.

  One of them hunched over with its body, its dangling arms touching the ground, and its face was full of anger.

  Its tip was still dripping with blood, and it was clear that the "dismounting blow" just now came from its hand.

  "Its about time you came... look at the good deed youve done..."

  Song Changfengs face twitched with rage, his emotions on the verge of collapse: "Is this how you deal with demons? Youve brought them all to the yamen..."

  Nor did he know what had happened before, a big man, at this moment, was crying and complaining like a resentful woman.

  Shen Yi looked at the table, where three bloody dog heads were neatly arranged.

  He turned his head and took a look at the two warm corpses of the bailiffs at the door.

  The old gibbon in Confucian robes smacked his lips, stretched out his claws and touched Song Changfengs head, laughing: "There is still one here."

  In the meantime, the other two ape demons had quietly blocked the gate.