It's dawn.

It's just that some people are destined not to see the dawn of this qiē.

Zhangxian County, the county seat.

All that remains of the city is a scorched earth, and every house is charred black.

There was an indescribable stench of burning throughout the city.

There is not a single living person left here.

All the living beings that were once alive were taken by Lin Ming to die with the Venerable Master, let alone people, as long as they were creatures with souls, they were dragged into the illusion he constructed.

With tens of thousands of lives and Lin Ming's ingenious secret techniques, even if there are ten more Chase Venerables, they will be on their knees.

If in terms of tactical significance and attrition of friends and enemies, Lin Ming's operation this time was very successful, and he would not lose anything at all after casting that secret technique.

But in the same way, he will not get anything from the dead.

The fire that burned down the county seat of Zhangxian County was born from the network of spiritual power, and the cause of the fire was the 'overload' of 'electrical appliances'.

The Venerable Master Chase who wanted to get a ** from the city before he died, never imagined that the mechanism of this secret art would be like this.

The fallen Venerable Master rushed into the spiritual power network set up by Lin Ming, and the network that existed as a 'power source' was directly short-circuited.

A short circuit in the power supply can easily cause a fire.

"Alas, it's a pity, so many sacrifices. ”

It was a sentence that Lin Ming muttered in his heart when he fell weakly from the building at that time.

Then, exhausted of his strength, he fell into a deep sleep.

I am afraid that this kind of consumption will not be able to recover until the next night.

What exactly is Lin Ming doing in such a seemingly avoidable battle?

This can no longer be explained by the reason of 'I don't want to be beaten passively', and Lin Ming may have an unknown purpose.

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Pumice Town, Orphanage.

The old granite building was created almost a century ago, and decades of wind and rain have made the building lose its original style.

The mottled walls are full of patchwork, and little dark spots linger in the unrepaired places.

A line of shallow footprints stretched out from the back of the orphanage, two deep lines from the front door, and the sound of reciting the words of the sages echoed in the orphanage, which had been converted from an old-fashioned school.

Reading Confucius and Mencius in the morning and reciting Lao Zhuang at night, the living habits in the orphanage are still like this until now......

Standing in front of the door of the orphanage, Mo Ye did not peek into the world behind the gate of the orphanage.

"Hey, Aunt Wang, it's me, Mo Xie. ”

Taking out his mobile phone, Mo Xie felt that it was better to make a call first, after all, his current appearance was no different from a trip to South Korea.

I'm afraid that even the old man who watched him grow up won't recognize him anymore - to put it mildly, "even his mother doesn't recognize him......

"Hey, Mo Xie, thank you for the remittance, we have gone to the bank to withdraw money, you really did us a great favor~"

The call had already been dialed on the way to the orphanage, but it was only when he knew that Mo Xie had walked to the door of the orphanage.

Aunt Wang's voice on the phone was slightly excited, and Mo Ye also heard the voices of other people next to Aunt Wang from the earpiece.

I think Aunt Wang is in the bank now, right?

Thinking like this, Mo Xie said: "Aunt Wang, I am already in Pushi Town now, if it is convenient, tell me where the things that I left behind, I will go and get them myself." ”

Although Mo Ye can use his spiritual power to search for items, it is too laborious after all, so it is better to ask Aunt Wang to help narrow down the scope.

"Ah?!You're back?!So soon?!Okay~Where are you now?Wait for Aunt Wang to pick you up~"

Aunt Wang on the phone was very enthusiastic, but Mo Xie felt that it was better not to meet Aunt Wang, otherwise he would really not be able to explain the big change in his appearance.

"No, no, no...... No need. Mo Xie hurriedly excused himself, "I'm already at the gate of the orphanage now, I'm just coming back this time to get some things, I have to leave soon, I still have a big project to discuss." ”

The second half of the sentence is nonsense, after all, Mo Xie has to take a legitimate reason to shirk Aunt Wang's enthusiasm, doesn't he?

"Hey! You're out of luck! There's always time to have a busy meal, right? That's it! You sit in the orphanage first~!We'll come back to pick you up right away~!"

I don't know why Aunt Wang used advanced words like 'catching the wind', her speed of speech was so fast that Mo Xie couldn't even insert half a sentence.

"Doodoo ......"

The beep sound coming from the earpiece indicated that Aunt Wang hung up the phone very simply in order to avoid rejection.

“……”

Mo Ye is helpless, these days, why is it so difficult to do something?!

"I just want to come back and get a piece of cloth......"

Walking up the steps at the entrance of the orphanage, Mo Ye silently floated through such a sentence in his heart.

"Knock knock~!"

With the standard three-knock method, Mo Xie knocked on the door of the orphanage.

"Is anyone there?!"

Knowingly asked the door, Mo Xie really couldn't come up with any other words to suppress the sound of reading behind the door.

"Yes!Wait a minute~!"

A young woman's voice sounded far behind the door, and the voice inexplicably reminded Mo Ye of a cuckoo - if any cuckoo had a soup in its mouth.

A series of scattered footsteps, even if he used his perception to peek through the gate of the orphanage, Mo Ye was enough to imagine the situation behind the door.

It was a hairy girl, with a pair of glasses hanging crookedly on her face, and a pair of chopsticks in her hand that had not yet been put down.

She hurried out of the room at the end of the porch, which, as far as Mo Ye knew, had been an infirmary.

The orphanage stipulates that the staff must not pick up the dishes and chopsticks until the children have finished eating, but the current situation seems to be really worrying - because the girl who hurriedly ran over to open the door for Mo Xie was holding only half a bowl of porridge, and the rice grains in it were only eighteen grains under Mo Xie's perception.

Eighteen grains of rice, such a treatment, even the boss who was begging for a living outside and met the most scathing, did not treat Mo Ye like this.

The food fee that the most picky guy gave Mo Xie was three yuan per meal.

For three yuan, I can finally make a bowl of instant noodles to eat.

Of course, the brand must be a copycat......

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