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Chapter 169 [168] The real incarnation of tens of thousands of ghosts, the weather walker

Cheng Han has always felt that a single-line narrative in a script is definitely difficult to support a grand scene, and it is also difficult to express rich characters.

Well, this is not a good script.

As a dramatist, he prefers multi-line narratives.

The "Revenge Prologue" compiled by Cheng Han is only a part of the patrol area.

Another part of the scene, or another plot line, is actually in another place.

At this moment.

Qinglin City, South District.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wrapped in a long coat, was sitting on a bench in a street garden.

There was an imperceptible blue glow in his eyes.

The middle-aged man held a small cloth bag in his hand, and through the open mouth of the bag, one could see some bright yellow millet in it.

"Goo~Goo~"

A group of pigeons stood in the snow not far away, calling non-stop.

The middle-aged man took out a handful of millet and waved it to the snow in front of him.

Pigeons swarmed and scrambled to peck the millet.

at this time.

A black cat came over lightly and called out to the group of pigeons.

"Meow~"

next moment.

Variation occurred.

Several ice thorns suddenly drilled out of the snow, pierced the necks of the fattest pigeons, killing them instantly.

The rest of the pigeons, as if they didn't see it at all, were still pecking at the millet.

"Meow~"

The black cat cocked its ears happily.

It is saying: I will eat roasted pigeon later!
The middle-aged man watched this scene and shook his head: "Man dies for money, and birds die for food! Desire always attracts moths to the flame."

He was immersed in his own thoughts again: "If there is no deviation in the plan, the dark revenge should be able to attract an official guardian monk."

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky with a smile on his face: "According to the results of the deduction, the profound formation manned by two profound practitioners has the ability to launch a series of attacks.

"If there is one less guarding Xuanshi, the attack interval of the Xuanzhen will be greatly extended, and in this way, the security of the 'Netherworld' operation will be much higher."

This middle-aged man is none other than You Ming!
Or rather, one of the ghosts!

The last time he killed the executive officer of the destruction mission, obtained the extraordinary item "Soul Splitting Blood Que", and deduced the method of splitting the soul, Cheng Han can truly become tens of thousands.

"Meow~"

The black cat squatted beside it and echoed.

The middle-aged man Shi Shiran stood up and muttered with a smile: "This drama is by no means an isolated performance.

"It will involve more grievances, more revenge, and the word 'prologue' in the title of the script 'Revenge Prologue' is just like the name."

behind him.

The black cat looked towards a bush and let out another cry.

"Meow~"

Two cats got out of it and strode towards the pigeons.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The flock of pigeons was frightened, and they flapped their wings and flew up.

The two cats picked up the dead pigeon and left quickly.

There are only traces of bright red blood left on the snow, and a little bit of millet that has not been pecked.

The middle-aged man tightened the collar of his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the gate of the park.

The black cat followed slowly.

Soon.

One person and one cat left the park and merged into the flow of people on the street.

Netherworld.

from the crowd.

Also hidden from the crowd.

*
To the west of Heishanying, fifty kilometers.

Beside a snow forest, a long row of wooden houses was built.

This place is an outlying station belonging to the Black Mountain Camp. It is located on the road between the Black Mountain Camp and Qinglin City, and serves as a supply station.

The Black Armored Army squads that come and go can take a temporary rest here or replenish their supplies.

at this time.

A young man dressed as a servant quickly left the wooden house in the name of collecting firewood.

He quietly entered the snow forest, took out a letter bird from his arms, and threw it out.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The letter bird flapped its wings vigorously, quickly flew out of the snow forest, and flew towards the direction of Qinglin City.

The young servant watched the letter bird disappear with a smile on his face: "Hey, I got twenty silver coins. This money is really easy to earn."

This person didn't know, but just three meters away, a thin figure stood quietly beside a cedar tree, staring at him steadfastly.

And the latter is also one of the nether worlds.

The young servant hastily packed a bundle of firewood and left the snow forest quickly.

The thin figure muttered, "Has the news been delivered? The operating efficiency of this underground news network is slower than I expected."

He chuckled again: "If I were to manage it, the target would be able to send out the news after leaving the Black Mountain Camp for half an hour."

*
Snowy field.

Cheng Han, no, to be precise, the Black Armored Army squad led by Guagua finally arrived at the target patrol area.

The first thing the team did was to build a camp.

The wilderness area of ​​Tai'an Little Spirit Realm was divided into more than 90 patrol areas by the Xuan Pavilion, each with an area of ​​nearly [-] square kilometers.

Generally speaking, even if a soldier's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, it would take four to five days to search such a large area.

In the long-term stay in the wilderness, building a complete camping site is undoubtedly the top priority.

Cao Hongyi took the initiative to take on the task: "Leave the building of the camp to me. I have more experience in this area."

Cheng Han shook his head: "No, you guys go cut down trees."

Cao Hongyi has experienced the Guagua incident, and he has no doubts about all his orders: "Okay!"

Regarding how to build a complete camp, the Black Armor Army has a set of special methods, and every soldier has learned it.

But the camp designed by Cheng Han is quite different from the conventional camp.

soon.

Five soldiers came back carrying two trees each.

They were surprised to see that four snowmen were busy in the camp.

They waved their hands, and the snow accumulated automatically, quickly compacted and solidified, and turned into a solid ice wall.

no doubt.

This genius boy plans to build a camp out of trees and ice.

And this is far beyond the imagination of this group of people.

Cheng Han glanced over the crowd, and made a gesture: "Put down the tree, and continue to cut down the tree."

Cao Hongyi responded, threw the two trees on the ground, jumped up using the climbing magpie style, and landed in the direction of Xuelin.

It can be seen that Snowman's work efficiency is extremely high, and he feels that the tree cutting speed must be accelerated, otherwise the construction progress will be slowed down.

A group of people jumped up one after another.

Cao Hongyi glanced back in the air, his expression changed slightly again.

He saw that a snowman shook his hands and turned into sharp ice blades, and swung them quickly to clean up the branches.

This is enough to show that the snowman has combat effectiveness, and he is definitely not weak.

"Great!"

Cao Hongyi muttered softly, and his figure began to fall downwards.

After half an hour.

The camp was completed with unbelievable speed.

This is a small battle fort.

The shape is hexagonal, and it is divided into upper and lower floors. The upper floor is the observation and warning area, and the lower floor is the living area.

Even if there is a sudden attack, the upper layer can act as a protection, and the people in the lower layer will not die immediately.

It is worth mentioning that there are actually two indoor toilets in the battle fort.

It's not a designer's idiosyncrasy, but a very serious design.

Because for many soldiers, going to the toilet in the wild is indeed a big problem. Many people were attacked when they were convenient, and there was even a tragedy of "someone was bitten off a piece of butt meat".

After Cao Hongyi visited the Battle Fort, he was satisfied and sighed: "It's too exaggerated!"

Patrol missions are quite arduous tasks, and poor food and housing are the norm. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to live in a battle fort in the wild.

The rest of the fighters all nodded.

Everyone felt that it was so comfortable to follow such a team.

Cao Hongyi said: "Although Zhanbao is good, it is too hard for you. In fact, our requirements for the living environment are not high."

Cheng Han shook his head slightly: "I have condensed the 'Ice Jade Seal', and I have a hunch that the power of ice and snow is rising rapidly."

Cao Hongyi was stunned for a moment: "Could it be that a snowstorm is coming?"

Cheng Han nodded: "Maybe tonight!"

As a wise man who counts all strategies, how could he do meaningless things?

The deduction of the all-seeing eye has already confirmed this point. A rather large snowstorm is brewing, and it will sweep the entire Tai'an Little Spirit Realm tonight.

Cao Hongyi's thoughts immediately changed: "From this point of view, the Battle Fort is indeed necessary!"

Regular camps, while blizzard-proof, don't expect comfort in those conditions, it's absolutely freezing as an ice cave.

Cheng Han looked up at the sky and muttered in his heart, "Is it 'Weatherwalker'?"

In the process of systematically studying the history of the Middle Ages, he knew that the First Ability God also had an inconspicuous priesthood—the weather controller.

In the ancient times, the god of aliens has repeatedly sent down large-scale meteorological and natural disasters to punish believers who have lost their awe, and at the same time use the power of fear to force other believers to be more devout.

After Wanhao Divine Banyan descended, the powerful power of the sacred tree could resist natural disasters, and the power of the first Ability God's weather and natural disasters was greatly weakened.

Among the believers of the first Ability God, there is a group of guys called "weather walkers" who are best at manipulating the weather.

After deduction, Cheng Han believes that a weather walker of the Xuanshi level may not be able to change the weather, but there is absolutely no problem in adding fuel to the flames.

For example, making blizzards stronger.

This coming snowstorm is likely to indicate that the next attack will be extremely violent.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself, "Revenge in the blizzard? The blizzard makes the atmosphere more tense, which is a good dramatic element."

At this time.

Cao Hongyi interrupted his thoughts: "I will take people to hunt first, and store more food, in case a snowstorm comes, it will be difficult to hunt."

Cheng Han nodded: "OK!"

*
Qinglin City, South District.

Mao Tai Winery.

The black cat squatted in a hidden corner, watching the people coming and going.

Few people know that although this place is called a winery, it is actually an underground intelligence point. The head of the female group bought news here at the beginning, and only then did she learn about Qiu Jian's execution.

The sheriff was ordered to monitor for several days, and it can be confirmed that the owner of the winery is one of the members of the destruction mission.

A middle-aged man, or You Ming, walked quickly past the door of the winery and entered a wood processing factory next door.

It's afternoon work time.

Pointing to a pile of logs in the yard, the manager ordered, "Old Zhou, your task in the afternoon is to finish cutting this pile of logs."

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

He pulled a small cart, put the logs in it, pulled it to a machine, and started the machine with a lot of effort.

"Om~"

Accompanied by a loud sound, the sharp cutting blades turned.

This is a semi-crystalline energy machine.

To put it simply, crystal energy is combined with a heat engine. A small part of the energy source is gray crystal, and most of it is brown oil. It not only has the advantages of crystal energy mechanical operation, but also takes into account the advantages of cheap heat engine energy.

The heat emitted by the brown oil boiler quickly dissipated the cold.

The middle-aged man picked up a log and stuffed it into the entrance of the cutting machine.

"Zi~"

There was a harsh cutting sound.

From the exit of the cutting machine, firewood that was cut squarely rolled out one by one.

A half-grown boy, wearing shabby clothes, bent down to pick up the firewood, and then stacked them neatly.

One big and one small, worked in silence for a long time.

When the pile of wood was cut in half, the middle-aged man turned off the machine: "Let's take a rest."

The boy said "hmm", he wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a kettle from the boiler, poured two glasses of water, and handed one to the middle-aged man.

The two drank water in silence.

After a while.

The middle-aged man whispered: "Boy, the opportunity has come, do you dare to kill?"

The boy showed excitement: "Dare!"

His eyes showed deep-seated hatred: "I want to kill that dog even in my dreams."

The middle-aged man thought for a while and warned: "This is very dangerous, you may die."

The boy's tone was firm: "I had a high fever that day, my father went out to buy me medicine, and never came back. Since then, I feel that life is worse than death every day."

He clenched his fists and said in a fierce tone, "As long as I can get revenge, I am willing to pay any price."

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

The boss of Maotai Winery, a guy named "Wei Gan", is the boy's father-killing enemy.

The story is very simple. In the winter three years ago, Wei Qian was driving a Jingneng car. He met the father of the boy on the road and honked the horn to tell him to get out of the way.

However, the boy's father was injured at the time and had limited mobility, and Wei Qian drank a little more alcohol, lost his temper, and drove a car directly into the car.

In the end, the boy's father was crushed to death, and Wei Qian was arrested and sent to the inspection office because of a traffic accident, and he was released after paying for it.

The middle-aged man sighed, and muttered in his heart: "This 'Revenge Prologue' is not only the revenge of the dark, but also the revenge of the little people.

"Although the sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, only the dramas that can be woven from them can truly have a soul and have the power to move people's hearts."

After drinking the water, the middle-aged man asked in a low voice, "Have you prepared a knife?"

The boy nodded heavily: "It was ready three years ago."

The kid paused, and added: "I polish it every day, very fast!"

The middle-aged man stood up and waved his hand: "Go to work."

The boy returned to the machine in silence.

"Om~"

"Zi~"

The sound of the cutting machine is just like a prelude to a drama.

*
snowfield.

As the evening approached, the sky became darker than in previous days.

"Woo~woo~"

The cold wind was much stronger than in the afternoon, carrying countless snowflakes and sweeping across the vast land.

Anyone with a little experience can see that a blizzard is coming.

And in the Ice and Snow War Fort.

The atmosphere seemed very warm.

In the simple wooden house on the lower floor, which is used as the living room and dining room, a bonfire was lit, and the house was much warmer than the outside world.

A few soldiers are happily grilling meat, chatting with smiles.

"Participating in so many patrol missions, this one is the most comfortable."

"Yes! With this battle castle that Team Cheng is building, I can stay until the end of winter."

Cheng Han was not in the living room.

He was staying in the wooden house next door, with his eyes closed tightly, silently sensing the power of ice and snow.

for a long time.

Cheng Han opened his eyes with a strange look in his eyes: "The wind and snow are mixed with strange fluctuations, and there is really a weather walker involved!"

He deduced it and laughed again: "I learned a lot today!"

(End of this chapter)