Here, Qiu Chi Twilight had just returned home with Cang Yale, and was called to the study by his father.

"Who is that Cang Qingle, you have helped her repeatedly." Qiu Xian's voice was calm, and his face was stern.

To know who Cang Qingle is, it is actually very simple, just check it casually, but he knows that his father wants to answer by himself. "She's a spatial powerhouse, she's also my friend, she's the calmest and most special girl I've ever met, she's excellent."

"Excellent, isn't Yale, a third-level powerhouse, even better than her?" Qiu Xian listened to his son's praise of the other girls, and his heart became vigilant.

What kind of person is Qiu Chidu, he is very clear as a father, he was born with a stunning appearance, he speaks a little like a street hooligan on the surface, he dares to say anything, but he is a very measured person inside, he has never treated that girl differently, what kind of person is this Cang Qingle, let him praise him so much.

Qiu Xian wanted his son to get close to Cang Yale, so he naturally wanted to strangle his son's heart for other women in the cradle. "You are not allowed to associate with Cang Qingle in the future."

"Dad, I can't do it." Qiu Chi was in a hurry, and the words of refusal blurted out without brains, his father had always said the same, and he was afraid that he would really break off contact with Cang Qingle.

"You can't do it, I'll help you do it." Qiu Xian looked at his son's nervous expression, and the decision in his heart became even firmer.

"Okay, I won't have anything to do with her in the future, please, don't hurt her." Qiu Chidui begged in a wail, he was really afraid, no one could refute his father's decision, if he insisted on having a relationship with Cang Qingle, his father would stop him even if he tried his best, and the final victim would only be Cang Qingle.

At this moment, he realized that at some point, the girl who impressed him had been engraved into his mind.

"You, just understand." After getting the statement, Qiu Xian was satisfied.

"It's been a long time since I've seen the beautiful Brother Qiu, and I miss him a little." Nightstar leaned boredly against the window.

With what happened last time, a few people went out less, and they stayed in the house for a month, and the adults were fine, and the night star was so active that the children of the age were really bored and a little panicked.

"Xiao Shu, has your ability broken through level 3?" Cang Qingle walked up to him and touched his soft hair.

Suddenly asked about the ability, Night Star thought of the previous playfulness and laziness, and was a little embarrassed, "No, Sister Cang, I'll work hard." ”

With that, he ran into the room.

Cang Qingle shook his head and turned to look at Ou Zimu, who was drinking a little wine. "Brother Wood, what about you?"

"Almost." Ou Zimu raised his eyelids and gave an ambiguous answer, and continued to enjoy the wine he had finally found.

Gong Yanliu is a careful man, and at this time, he is helping Bai Wanru make incense in her room, and for a while, the atmosphere is quiet again.

There is no computer, no TV, no novels, no comics, only monotonous cultivation, such a house, after a few days, it makes people panic.

Cang Qingle was silent for a while, returned to the room, and began to tidy up the things in the space in order to find something to do.

Inadvertently, the bone flute was turned out.

It had been so long since she got it, and this was the first time she had seriously looked at this magical bone flute, three finger-thick white bones, smooth and translucent, and the tentacles had the warmth and coldness of jade. She couldn't see through the bones of anything, like a man or like a beast.

When her fingers touched the through hole at one end, the slight bumps made her stunned, and she picked up the bone flute and put it in front of her eyes. There was a faint word on the inner wall of the bone flute, and she carefully recognized it for a while before she was sure that it was the word "魃".

The bone flute is something in her grandfather's relics, and it looks like it is also old, she guesses that most of it is a treasure inherited from the Cang family since ancient times, this "Lu" word, is it the name of an ancestor of the Cang family?

She remembered that in her previous life, Xia Rong's use of the bone flute to disperse the zombies would not have much impact on people, and the role of the flute was more obvious, as if the flute was a tune, rather than blowing indiscriminately like her, without a little rhythm.

What kind of music is suitable for bone flute? What kind of music makes it more effective? Cang Qingle thought about it, he had a headache and didn't have a clue at all.

Shake your head and clear your head. Since Xia Rong could in the previous life, she can also do it in this life, but she needs time to find out slowly.

"Is the Fire Squad Leader at home?"

There was a knock on the door.

Cang Qingle came out of the room and glanced at Ou Zimu, who was about to open the door, with what happened last time, they were more wary of people they didn't know.

"Who?" Ou Zimu asked.

It took a long time to hear the response, and the person outside raised his voice, "I'm Meng Qiu, a worker in the mission hall, and I have an urgent notice." ”

Ou Zimu paused for a moment, opened the door, and let the people outside in.

Meng Qiu is a tall and thin young man, just a broken voice, and he likes to speak in a high volume, which makes people not like it very much, he has a little sweat on his head, and he is obviously in a hurry to run over.

"Recently, many mission teams have gone out and have not returned or suffered heavy casualties, and the accident site is getting closer and closer to the base, which is related to the safety of the entire base, the base commander hopes that all mission teams will unite and deal with this matter together, and force all mission teams to gather in the mission hall three days later, accept the task assignment together, and sweep away the potential safety hazards near the base." Meng Qiu finished speaking in one breath and rested for a while.

"The notice has arrived, I have to go to the next team, please be there in three days."

After Meng Qiu left, Ou Zimu closed the door and frowned, "Qingle, what do you think about this matter?" ”

I haven't been out for a month, and the news is blocked, I didn't know that such a big thing happened at the base, and with the continuous evolution of zombies, the situation of human existence is becoming more and more dangerous.

"Go ahead." Cang Qingle thought about it and felt that there was no reason to refuse to go, after all, this was a major event for the whole base.

In the third month after the end of the world, in just three months, there were more and more third-level zombies, and the consumption of materials made the situation of those who survived more and more difficult.

She remembered that at this time in her previous life, she was still in the Qiongping base in the east, and she had vaguely heard that the Qiushui base had been hit hard and had lost a lot of abilities or something, could it be that this mission happened?

Whether it was or not, Cang Qingle always had a bad premonition, "You must prepare well." ”

Three days later.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was faint.

The mission hall was bustling, and most of the mission teams arrived early.

Most of them knew the dangers of this mission, but it was better to carry it out collectively and with the participation of the army at the base, which was much safer than traveling alone. What's more, for a longer-term life, they need to muster the courage to fight against danger.

The four-person detachment was a bit conspicuous among the many teams.

Cang Qingle looked around, but still didn't see Qiu Chidu's figure, she thought that even if she didn't see her for a month, he should have appeared at this time, but no.

This guy has been silent for a month, and he won't come at this time, is he really planning to completely break away from the fire team?