There is a special place on the Shaking Sea Causeway, which is also the favorite place for the members of the seventh column.

It is also the entrance to the western mainland to the causeway and is a bar.

Soldiers, alcohol should be strictly prohibited.

But it's different here.

It's autumn, but it's not closed. People come and go to see the drunken guys in the bar, half-dressed, drunk-eyed, talking out of tune, singing gibby tunes.

But no one cares about it.

Although there was an anti-aircraft machine gun squad stationed not far from the door, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the bar at all times. But these machine gunners were neither jealous nor gossipy.

Because everyone knows that these team members are dying.

Before they die, they have a reason to binge indulge.

This kind of causeway has the credit of the blood and sacrifice of these team members.

Du Lengqiu stepped into the bar and danced with Butterfly. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was neatly dressed and out of place with his surroundings.

Meng Zhe walked to the bar with a familiar way, slammed his fist on the table violently, and shouted, "Another bottle of Liuliangye." ”

The bartender didn't say a word or look back, but with a stretch of his familiar hand, he pulled out a bottle of wine and placed it on the table. Meng Zhe didn't pay, gritted his teeth, broke off the lid, and poured his neck up.

Du Lengqiu didn't care about him, just observed the surrounding environment.

At first glance, his brow furrowed.

There were actually two groups of soldiers patrolling along the corner of the wall, their expressions serious, holding the muzzle of their submachine guns and pointing upward. But the drinkers are used to it and don't care.

Meng Zhe poured two sips, smashed his lower lip, and asked the bar counter again: "Let's have a plate of fennel beans to drink, his grandmother's." ”

The bartender glanced at him like a fool and sighed, but didn't move.

Du Lengqiu also sighed, he could already see that these people had been given up. It's just for them to get drunk and die in the last moments.

Fennel beans are not available, but the wine pipe is sufficient.

"Meng Zhe, come to brother here and have fennel beans. ”

Meng Zhe smirked and walked over with a wine bottle. He sat down crookedly, his upper body lying on the table, one arm up, staring at Du Lengqiu.

Suddenly, his tears flowed down like a, and he choked up: "Brother Leng, where have you been these days? I can't find you anywhere, I wasn't there when my parents died, and my sister wasn't there when she died." My heart hurts. ”

He clutched at his chest, his nails piercing flesh. Blood passed through the back of his hand, leaving traces of blood. But Meng Zhe was unconscious, just shouting.

"My heart hurts, Brother Leng. ”

Du Lengqiu was silent, feeling slightly sorry in his heart.

Cause and effect are so wonderful. Therefore, sentient beings fear the effect, and the bodhisattva fears the cause. It's just that the dead are gone, and even if they are on the throne, it is irretrievable.

Perhaps, only the eternity above the advanced creation can have a glimmer of hope. But if he becomes the Word of eternity, will he still have the feelings of being a human being at that time?

Du Lengqiu cut off his remote thoughts and pulled his thoughts back to reality.

And at this moment, a roar suddenly came from inside the bar, which did not look like a human voice, which immediately alerted him. With a flick of his eyes, he saw a man suddenly tear off his military uniform, his naked upper body was covered with green muscles, the pupils in his eyes narrowed, and the whites of his eyes skyrocketed to 90%.

The soldiers on patrol reacted instantly, rushed over, pulled the trigger, and opened fire fiercely. Tongues of fire spewed out, and the red-hot bullet pierced the air, rippling faintly rippled.

The drunkards around him were still expressionless, and some even held their glasses high, as if to toast their dead colleagues.

When despair gripped their hearts, they no longer feared death.

Meng Zhe was attracted by the roar of the bullets, but he only glanced at it expressionlessly, and then did not move.

How sad it is.

Silence is greater than heart death, perhaps the hearts of these people have long been dead. They are alive and just waiting for the verdict of death. And they did not flee, nor did they complain about the injustice of fate.

They asked for only one thing, to numb themselves with alcohol and not to be so painful when they died.

So much for.

Although he didn't say it, Du Lengqiu rarely used his magical power "secret words". This supernatural ability can hear the voices of all living beings. Whether it's birds or animals, of course, it also includes humans.

It's just that this magic power has a huge drawback. It can't choose objects in one direction, and the human mind is too complex, and the mind changes too quickly. Open this magic power in the downtown area, and the part-time job is to make people crazy.

But now, Du Lengqiu only heard one voice in this bar.

Sad!

Despair!

Things hurt them, but they can't think about it, and there is no way out.

Du Lengqiu sighed, his figure flashed, and he was already in front of the mutant. Countless warheads rushed in front of Du Lengqiu, but they could only ripple a little, but they couldn't even touch his clothes.

The butterfly danced and waved its sleeves, and the little fragrance rippled, and those soldiers slowly fainted to the ground as if in a dream.

The mutant roared suddenly, his eyes rolled and his tongue sticking out, looking horrible, strange.

Du Lengqiu stretched out one palm and pressed the top of his head, this mutant struggled frantically, but it was difficult to escape Du Lengqiu's grasp.

"Butterfly Dance!"

Needless to say, Butterfly Dance understood his intentions. The faint and elegant aroma instantly soothed the mutant's emotions. However, this kind of mutation comes from the soul, and mere appeasement can only cure the symptoms, not the root cause.

However, all Du Lengqiu needed was a moment of quietness.

He took out a box with his backhand, which was a silver needle given to him by Chen Jiaming. He opened the box and took out the longest one. The trembling silver needles are very soft. And the mutant's skin was as hard as iron, even so, Du Lengqiu didn't look at it, just a needle in his hand, and it pierced into the Qi Sea Acupoint, reaching the handle.

Immediately after, he picked up the silver needle with both hands and stabbed it indiscriminately, but it gave people a sense of calmness. In just a few seconds, he had already pricked the mutant with twenty-eight stitches.

Big-headed silver needles are all over the person's upper and lower points.

Finally, Du Lengqiu flicked his fingers on the silver needle of the Qi Sea Cave.

A stream of true qi poured in, like a chain reaction, and all the silver needles were shaking slightly. Immediately after, the mutant suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes widened and he shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Let me tell you, I am a master and a master, and I have provoked me, so be careful that I beat you!"

Du Lengqiu ignored him, stood up and looked around, greeted by a pair of excited and fiery eyes. He smiled slightly, all of this was expected by him.

Today, he is strong enough to preserve his freedom. He doesn't have to hide, but he can show his abilities generously.

He can ask for a matching status, or he can wave his sleeves and walk away.

The moon is his home.