Qinglin City.

As autumn comes to an end, the temperature drops sharply, the cold wind blows again, and the sky is covered with snow.

Winter, it's back.

For some unknown reason, the number of straw dogs and grass pigs that appeared frequently just now suddenly decreased by more than half.

Qian Qingqing carried a big gun, was frozen and kept hot, and returned to his house as if he had escaped.

The two mastiffs reluctantly watched her enter the community.

These two dogs followed the little girl around the streets for more than a dozen streets, witnessed her brave spear skills, and had become her number one brainless fan.

The dogs have seen a lot of people who fight so well.

But the fight is so good, a big gun is like dancing, and the dogs have really never seen a second one.

If Qian Qingqing turned his head and said hello, it was very likely that these two dogs would have a hot brain and directly resign from the public office of the inspection department and go to take care of the little girl's home.

Unfortunately, she didn't notice the dogs' eyes.

The moment he stepped into the door of the mansion, Qian Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

God pity you.

In the eyes of the dogs, the little girl was majestic, but no one knew how scared she was, after all, she had never experienced such a high-intensity battle before, and every time she killed a straw dog, her legs would be weak.

"Sister!"

Qian Changyun greeted him, and his tone was full of adoration: "I just saw the process of killing grass dogs, you are really amazing!" ”

Mrs. Qian took a coat and said a little distressed: "Qingqing, I see that your legs are shaking from the cold, hurry up and put this dress on." ”

Qian Qingqing leaned the big gun against the wall, embarrassed to say that his legs were not shivering from the cold, but his legs were shaking with fear from the monsters.

The impact of facing monsters at close range is something that ordinary people have never experienced and can't imagine at all.

The little girl put on her coat, entered the warm living room, and whispered: "Mom, Qinglincheng is just afraid that it is about to be messed up." ”

Mrs. Qian was a little confused: "There are so many grass dogs in the city, and even one pops out of our garden, isn't it already messy?" ”

Qian Qingqing shook his head and said: "Monsters are actually not a big deal, as long as they are killed, I am talking about the problem of the Sartyrs." ”

She paused, and lowered her voice: "I was on duty with the inspectors just now, and I heard at least six murders, all of which were so-called Sartres, who launched revenge against the Wanhao people in the name of their ancestors.

"There are four bloody cases, all of which were servants of rich families who suddenly killed their masters when the master's family was unprepared, and one servant actually cut off the head of the hostess."

Mrs. Qian's face turned white when she heard this: "The three servants of our family, should they not ......?"

Qian Qingqing interrupted her mother's words: "I have a vague hunch that the old cow, who is usually responsible for taking care of the garden and doing some chores, may not be too reliable, and the other two servants should have no problem." ”

The so-called "hunch" is actually the subconscious self, the conclusion drawn from the synthesis of a lot of information, a considerable part of which the little girl did not notice at all, but the subconscious remembered it clearly.

Mrs. Qian accepted her daughter's words in its entirety and immediately made a decision: "I will give Lao Niu a generous severance pay and let him leave the Qian family today." ”

The woman found an excuse that she was "worried about safety and planned to bulldoze the garden", and she was given 50% more severance pay than normal.

Although this thing was done impeccably, Lao Niu's face was full of resentment: "You rich people, kick me away if you don't need me." ”

The middle-aged man took the money bag, turned around and went back to the house to pack his belongings, and muttered in a small voice: "Wan Hao people are not all ......"

The latter words were not spoken, but it is conceivable that they are by no means good words.

Mrs. Qian's face changed when she heard this.

"Boom!"

Qian Qingqing slammed the ground with the tail of the gun, and shouted without anger: "Old Niu, don't think that I don't know that you are thinking about the revenge of the ancestors, I can clearly tell you that as long as you dare to get closer to the Qian family in the future, you will pay a heavy price!" ”

In order to prove that this was not a lie, the little girl held the big gun with both hands, aimed the tip of the gun at a cedar not far away, and fired a shot in the air.

"Bang!"

The cedar collapsed in an instant, exploding into more than a dozen sections.

The old cow looked shocked.

Mrs. Qian sang and harmonized: "Old Niu, the Qian family has always been kind to you, as long as you don't deliberately make trouble for the Qian family, we won't get along with you." ”

Lao Niu didn't dare to scold anymore, quickly packed up his personal belongings, and left honestly.

Mrs. Qian praised her daughter fiercely: "Qingqing, your shot is too beautiful, if you hadn't suppressed Lao Niu, this guy would probably have trouble with our family in the future." ”

Qian Changyun also nodded again and again: "Sister, you are getting more and more powerful!" ”

Qian Qingqing narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Although the little girl felt that her strength was very weak, she was still very happy to be able to do something for the family.

Unbeknownst to the mother and daughter, a black cat squatted aside, watched the skirmish in its entirety, and reported it to its owner.

A few seconds passed.

It wags its tail slightly.

The master plans to write a new script, and Lao Niu is actually an appearance in the script?

I'm looking forward to it!

The black cat activated the imprint in the sea of spirits and issued an order to the meow clan legion under his command: "Come on a few meows, keep an eye on the old cow!" ”

*

Not much.

A few cats came out of nowhere and quietly followed the old cow.

They are skilful at stalking, with at most one cat in their target's line of sight, and all in inconspicuous corners.

No doubt.

The cats are trained to be quite professionally stalked.

The old cow was reluctant to spend money on a horse-drawn carriage, and walked more than a dozen streets with his luggage, and it took more than half an hour to enter an old community called "Qingquinoa Fang".

The vast majority of the residents living here are low-income civilians, and their lives are generally poor.

At this moment.

The atmosphere in the Green Quinoa Workshop was obviously not quite right, and the civilians gathered in twos and threes, discussing in a whisper all kinds of changes in Shicai.

The old cow walked all the way and heard some words.

"The Sartyrs have been oppressed by the Wanhao people for so many years, this situation should be over......"

"Why are we living so hard? The Sartyrs must unite! ”

"In the community with more than one Wanhao people, there are more or less grass dogs and grass pigs, but Qingquinoa Fang has always been safe, which is the blessing of the ancestors......"

Lao Niu's rough face couldn't help but smile.

He remembered what the ancestor had said in his dream, and whispered, "The ancestor is right, maybe it's time for a change!" ”

Then.

The temperature began to rise rapidly, and the snow falling from the sky turned into dense rain.

The plants in the green belt next to it actually pulled out patches of emerald green leaves.

The old cow quickened his pace and murmured, "Is spring coming?" ”

He walked to the front of his small house in the rain, took out the key to open the door, and shouted, "Mom, I'm back!" ”

No one answered.

Lao Niu put down his luggage, aimed at a portrait of an old woman placed in the living room, and kowtowed a few times.

In front of the statue is a strange-looking wood sculpture that looks like two snakes intertwined.

Lao Niu stared at the wood carving, looking a little confused: "In the dream of the ancestors, why did the 'dream carving' that I invited back from the 'Dream Life Society' appear?" It's so weird! ”

He hesitated for a moment, but made up his mind: "I'll go and ask the 'Dream Master' now." ”

Lao Niu simply cleaned up and quickly left the house.

A few seconds later.

An illusory black cat, or shadow clone, emerges from the closed door and enters the small living room.

This is exactly a shadow clone that it quietly put over with the help of spiritual interaction with several cats.

The black cat walked around the house briskly, his eyes locked on the wood carving, and he waved his tail slightly.

The master is right!

The Lord of Darkness has created such a large-scale dream, and these transcendent organizations under the hands of the alien gods will definitely come out to make trouble.

I just don't know what the relationship between the "Dream Life Club" that Lao Niu found and the "Life Prayer Club" that he was taught by his master before.

Black cats have been roaming around the city for a long time and are quite well-informed.

It had heard some news about the Dream Society.

This appears to be an organization that spreads primarily among the civilian population at the bottom.

It is said that the so-called "dream carving", also known as the statue of the double snake, can be worshipped for a long time, and it is possible to talk to the deceased parents in dreams.

The black cat transmits the scene to its owner, and by the way, it also attaches three insights of its own.

One of them:

Dreaming of parents through dream carvings must be very closely related to the "dream of the ancestors".

Second:

Before the large-scale dream of the ancestors happened, there was a high probability that the Dream Life Society had already learned the news and made corresponding preparations.

Thirdly:

In the next period of time, the Dream Life Society will definitely use low-level civilians to make trouble!

Soon.

The black cat received a message from its owner: "You guessed right, the conspiracy planned by the Lord of Secret is likely to take the bottom route."

"The number of civilians at the bottom accounts for more than eighty percent of human society, and the alien gods have really identified the weakness of human beings this time."

It blinked its cat's eye and realized that it had learned a new word.

The underground?

This description of the owner is quite accurate.

The black cat slipped out of the house, crouched under the eaves, and wagged its tail as the new greenery covered the green belt in front of it.

After seeing the four seasons in one day, the weather is really getting stranger and stranger!

*

The handle of the spirit leaf.

Due to the special environment, there is no new greenery everywhere here, and there is no drizzle.

Despite the moderate temperature, it was not at all comfortable.

Because there are countless glow-in-the-dark spores here.

They flew around the stalk of the spirit leaf like glow-in-the-dark clouds.

Once you accidentally inhale a mouthful, you will feel extremely itchy and numb, and you will cough violently for at least a minute.

In the process of cleaning up the virtual insects, you have to avoid the glow-in-the-dark spores, which is really a headache.

By the way.

In the past, Xuange never cleaned up the void insects in the spring, precisely because of these inconspicuous spores.

But.

Cheng Han only used a small trick to solve this big trouble - masks.

Using the power of the green coriander sigil, it can produce extremely fine vine silk fibers, and then weave them into a large mask to block the invasion of spores.

The original group of fighters saw the endless methods of the process, and they have long been familiar with this.

A support force that had just arrived, fifty soldiers, looked over and over again with masks, each with a look of surprise.

For them, just reaching out and tapping on the cave wall, and a row of rattan silk masks growing on it, is somewhat challenging to understand.

Ten minutes later.

Cheng Han tossed out a new gadget.

He sent two war corpses, captured a virtual worm, and gathered the warriors together to throw a fluorescent seed at the bug.

"Bang!"

Just hear a soft sound.

The seed exploded into a cloud of fluorescent smoke and quickly burrowed into the body of the virtual worm.

"Squeak! Chirping! ”

The Void Worm howled wildly, and it seemed to be in extreme pain, and it actually bit off its claws, and then its mouthparts gushed out fluorescent liquid, and finally died.

A group of onlookers were dumbfounded.

Fools can see that the weird fluorescent seeds are definitely a weapon against insects.

Cheng Han explained lightly: "This is a 'fluorescent species', which likes parasitic virtual insects, I have prepared three for everyone, and everyone will throw it out when they encounter danger." ”

For him, something new means new knowledge, which can be transformed into combat effectiveness with a little research.

"Boom! Boom! ”

Cheng Han reached out and knocked on the wall again.

Vines grew rapidly, each with a large cluster of fluorescent seeds.

He gestured: "Guys, get it yourself." ”

A group of warriors swarmed up and carved up the seeds.

Soon.

Teams of warriors scattered into caves and began to sweep away the Void Worms.

In one of the teams.

A new soldier, playing with fluorescent seeds, said with emotion: "I have heard the name of Cheng Han of the Second War Group before, and I have seen it today, and it is worthy of its name!" ”

The team is in a "really ignorant" tone: "Cheng Han's methods are much more powerful than you imagined, and what you just saw is only a very small part." ”

Everyone else nodded.

The new fighter changed the subject: "Didn't the second regiment die a lieutenant?" With Cheng Han's ability, he may be promoted to deputy lieutenant without exception. ”

The team was thoughtful: "It's really possible!" ”

In other words, he was directly promoted from a third-level soldier to a deputy lieutenant, and crossed the two ranks of "team leader" and "senior team leader", which is something that he never dreamed of.

But for Cheng Han, everyone felt that there was nothing he couldn't do.

*

Late that night.

When the season returns to the scorching heat of summer, the warriors arrive at a "landmark" within the Leaf Stalk.

It was a huge cavity, no less than three kilometers wide and high, with a super pillar more than three hundred meters thick standing in the middle.

As far as the eye can see, the scene is spectacular.

In terms, this is exactly what it is—the Feast of the Spiritual Handle.

Arriving here, it means that this section of the stalk of the Spirit Leaf, which is more than 80 kilometers long, has been swept away by more than ninety percent.

This also means that the mission is nearing its end.

As long as you pass through the Spirit Handle Festival and advance another five kilometers, you will be under the jurisdiction of the Dao Palace, and the task will be completely over.

Another deputy lieutenant sent by the Second War Regiment, Mu Zhenghao, smiled on his old face: "In the past, it took four days at the fastest to reach the Festival of the Spirit Handle, but this mission only took one day. ”

Hearing this, the eyes of a group of people locked on Cheng Han with a brush.

Everyone knows that the fundamental reason why the speed is so fast is this genius boy.

Cheng Han was about to speak, when an illusion suddenly appeared in front of him:

Just as the large group of warriors passed through the empty cavity, the giant pillar suddenly shook, and a cyclone visible to the naked eye appeared around it.

"Woo~"

The wind roared violently.

A tornado flying around the giant pillar took shape.

Most of the fighters, who had no time to dodge, were swept into a terrible tornado at once.

(End of chapter)