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Zhang Ling walked out of the school and didn't go home directly. In the past seven days, Bullet Tiger and the others didn't teach Zhang Ling any special skills. All they did was to let him adapt to the rhythm of the battle.

There is no martial arts master among them. Zhang Ling is weak in this area, but luckily he already knows who to go to.
It's still early, he had lunch at school, and then got on the library car,
At this time, there were some people on the bus. Zhang Ling still talked to the driver, and then fell asleep. This scene shocked everyone on the bus. This is a subsidiary department of the Ministry of Communications. Who is this kid? ?so crazy
Zhang Ling came to the library in a wobbly car. At this time, the driver looked back at Zhang Ling who was sleeping soundly, and he couldn't laugh or cry. He glanced at the other passengers from the corner of his eyes, and the driver's energy was aroused. A finger formed by a burst of strength poked towards Zhang Ling,

At this moment, Zhang Ling's body suddenly moved, leading him to the aisle,

"Huh? Arrived?
The driver said angrily: "Why do you fall asleep as soon as you get in the car? I have met you three times. Do you treat me like a hotel?"

Zhang Ling was a little embarrassed, but he still said: "It depends on your driving skills, otherwise why are you so comfortable?"

The driver smiled, and Zhang Ling was thrown out of the bus.

"What a strange uncle, with such a big temper, his liver must be bad"

Zhang Ling walked for a while, and in front of him was the tall building of the library, but the door of the library was not open at this time. He walked in and looked, and there was no lock on the door of the library, but he just couldn't open it. ,

"Did you not open the door? Or are you avoiding me on purpose?" Zhang Ling muttered for a while, but he didn't expect this to happen.
But the moment he turned his head, he was already on the fourth floor of the library. The curator in front of him was looking at a book, and the books beside him were scattered around, almost blocking him.

"Curator, you haven't left since I left, have you?" Zhang Ling looked at the curator with wide eyes,

But the curator didn't even raise his eyes: "What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing, I want to ask the curator a question." Zhang Ling showed what he thought was the most kind expression, and said with a smile: "Is there anything I need to pay attention to when fighting against the martial arts master?"

Then the curator put down the book in his hand, glanced at Zhang Ling, his eyes were bloodshot: "It seems that you are going to take the college entrance examination, how about it, the previous condition is still the same, if you agree, I will tell you "

Zhang Ling was slightly taken aback: "Beast swarm? What exactly is a beast swarm?" He also saw a beast swarm on the test paper, but he didn't know what it was. He just knew it was a disaster.
The curator looked at Zhang Ling quietly: "You will know when you see the beast tide with your own eyes, how about it?"

Zhang Ling was silent for a while, and now he was very disturbed: "Can you let me think about it?"

"Of course, but I want to tell you one thing, do you guess how many geniuses humans have appeared this year?"

Zhang Ling frowned, he didn't know what the curator meant, "I don't know"

"Can you guess how many Xinlu there are?"

"10"

Zhang Ling thought for a while, there is Zhang Ming in No.[-] Middle School this year, and there are several students who can go to the key points, and there are ten high schools in Xinlu, each of which should have Zhang Ming's strength,

There may be more than one in one,
"There should be 30 people," the curator said lightly: "Counting your class, Xinlu has produced [-] geniuses with A-level talents in the past ten years, and eight B-level talents who can play A. A student with a level of talent, one with an S level, and one who can be regarded as a student with an S level,

But have you heard of them now? "

Zhang Ling frowned: "My head teacher said that Zhang Ming's talent has been unique in No. [-] Middle School for a hundred years."

"If you are detected to have an A-level talent, you will be snatched away by No. [-] High School immediately, your brother, that would be an accident." The curator's voice sounded without emotion: "Most of those students have gone to various schools. The city guards one side, but there has never been that kind of person who can stand up among them."

"Do you know why?"

Zhang Ling frowned, he was still carefully analyzing the meaning of what the curator said,
"Because they don't have faith. When they saw the beast tide for the first time, a seed of doubt was planted in their hearts and took root. University is not the end, but the beast tide is."

"If you don't understand, can't you just say it directly?" Zhang Ling was a little confused, he was messed up now,
The curator smiled helplessly, and put down the book in his hand: "I have invested in many people before, and gave them some small help, but none of them brought me enough returns.
In recent years, I have almost given up, but you have brought me a new hope. Recently, I have carefully studied your talent. Maybe you can help me,

No matter what, you have to remember that human beings are not the problem, but alien beasts are."

The curator clapped his hands, and the books on the ground automatically returned to where they should go.

"Go, go."

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, he hadn't gotten out of the last topic: "Where are you going?"

"Outside the city, it's not easy to use here"

Before Zhang Ling could react, his neck felt lifted.

The next moment, a feeling of dizziness came, and he felt as if he was thrown into a high-speed spinning washing machine, and the washing machine was still spinning at an accelerated speed.
When the washing machine stopped, Zhang Ling felt that his body was not his own anymore.

"Wow"

After a burst of vomiting, Zhang Ling vomited out all the contents in his stomach,

After being in a daze for several minutes, he finally opened his eyes. The place where he was lying on his stomach was on top of a ruin. This ruin was full of green plants, and it looked like it had been deserted for a long time.

"Here, where is it?" Zhang Ling asked suspiciously, but no one responded to him.
The curator stood not far from him, with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the scene in front of him,
Zhang Ling also took a look around, but he saw something, those familiar steps, this similar building,
"Here, is the library?"

"Yes, the director of Lucheng Library" finally looked at Zhang Ling with a smile on his face,
"Lucheng?" Zhang Ling was shocked: "Then where do we live?"

"It's just a substitute for Lucheng. In order to commemorate it, it's named New Lucheng." The curator smiled, gently stroking the wreckage of the building around him,
"It's been so long, why can't I let it go?" The curator quietly looked at the wreckage of the city in front of him,
"This is a dead giant. He once carried a city with a huge entrance. It was destroyed by the beast tide."

Zhang Ling frowned, "What's the situation with Xinlu?"

"Xinlu is just a sustenance for lonely souls like us. Xinlu used to be called Qincheng. People at that time didn't know what happened. It was just an ordinary day for them. Suddenly there were a lot of teenagers in the city, and after a few days, the city changed its name, that’s all.” The curator’s smile disappeared,
"Yes, because of the beast tide?"