Fast-travel cannon fodder counterattack pattern strategy

Chapter 193 Jingling Lake
Xu Ran had a dream, a long dream.

She dreamed about her grandfather and her parents who were vague in her memory.

They are still alive, they did not die because of the air crash, they are still by their side.

Her parents watched her grow up and sent her to school. Her mother sang nursery rhymes softly in her ears, held her hand and taught her to write on paper.

Her father always had a serious face, but his eyes were full of doting.

Her grandfather always taught her to know all kinds of medicinal materials, as if he wanted to train her to be a little genius doctor.

But she couldn't remember that grandpa would always tempt her with various things, promising to give her different rewards for how many herbs she knew.

So she can always memorize some simple medicinal materials, and proudly ask for credit.

Xu Ran forgot what happened to her system. In her dream, she lived an ordinary life, but for some reason, she always felt that this was not her own life.

Because of this feeling, Xu Ran refused to be pursued by anyone in her dream life, and was still single despite the pressure of her parents to urge her to marry.

She has been pursuing that feeling all her life, wanting to find her own life.

She made many friends, did many jobs, and traveled to many places. She searched and searched, asking herself over and over again what she was looking for.

This is obviously her life.

Why do you feel that this is not your own life.

She even kept wondering if she was sick or delusional.

She lived a life of depression and pain in the dream, and lived in sadness every day. She didn't know why she felt this way. She couldn't feel a little happiness, but she never told anyone.

She was distressed and depressed, and she didn't know who to tell. She made many friends, and tentatively asked many people, but no one felt the same as her.

She fell into self-doubt again, over and over again.

As time went by, her grandfather first left her, and then her parents, her friends, all died slowly one after another.

Xu Ran has experienced a lot of pain. Every time a relative dies, she is heartbroken. Xu Ran doesn't want to see her relatives die again. She wants to stop it all, but she is powerless to stop it.

She could only watch her relatives and friends walk away from her one by one.

But when Xu Ran's hair was covered with white hair, she felt that she was finally going to be free. She was waiting, she was waiting for death day by day, but what made her panic was that her life was not over, Xu Ran was dying every day. Terrified, she is waiting to die, she feels that her life does not belong here.

She wanted to die, to prove to her whether this was her life...

But Xu Ran didn't know that at this moment her soul was floating in a blue lake, and traces of black energy were constantly overflowing from her soul.

Her frail soul seemed to melt into the blue lake anytime.

And in this lake, not only Xu Ran is alone, but also the souls of some people are floating on this lake.

Moreover, everyone's soul is entangled with this black energy, and their expression is very similar to Xu Ran's, with a sad face.

Above the lake, there was a man standing in the air, and a woman sitting cross-legged. This man was Mr. Jing whom Xu Ran had seen before.

Mr. Jing's expression was indifferent, he held the ruler in one hand, and put the other end of the ruler in the palm of the other hand, and patted it lightly from time to time.

Another woman sitting cross-legged, with a straight waist and temples, full eyebrows, skin radiant and snowy, dressed in a white ancient dress, with a simple silver hairpin stuck in her hair, with a detached temperament, ethereal and refined, holding a The pipa, a pair of white and slender hands kept plucking the strings...

As the woman plucked the strings, this space did not make a sound, but the lake rippled as the woman plucked the strings.

But the black air entangled in Xu Ran's soul slowly rose to the sky. Of course, the rest of the people were no exception. The black air accumulated more and more, forming a huge cloud of black mist in the midair. surging among.

Mr. Jing still acted like an elegant scholar. He stretched out his hand and slapped a ruler towards the black mist. The black mist was scattered at once, but the black mist quickly gathered together again and competed with the ruler. .

Mr. Jing was expressionless, watching the ruler and the black mist in silence, and then the woman in white stopped her hands and sighed while holding the pipa, "Are they awake again?"

The voice of the woman in white sounds like water, like a song, clear and pleasant, so that when people hear the voice, a stunning woman can unconsciously appear in their minds.

Mr. Jing hummed, "The seal is about to be broken."

"Hey..." The woman sighed sadly.

"I will be busy in the future, and it will be very difficult to seal it again." Mr. Jing glanced at the black mist in the air.

Then Mr. Jing looked at the woman and said, "What about you? You have been guarding Jingling Lake here for so many years. Do you want to go out and have a look?"

"After a while, suddenly so many taskers were infected." The woman said softly, looking at the soul in the lake.

"I don't have anything else to do when I go out. It's better to be here." The woman in white seemed to think of something, and smiled bitterly.

"The seal is about to be broken. At least one of them has woken up and must have done something. It's not surprising." Mr. Jing said calmly.

"Then what should we do? Give out the talismans to the taskers." The woman said again worriedly: "Otherwise, they will always be sent to Jingling Lake, and I will always be too busy."

"Furthermore, the freshman system and taskers cannot handle this kind of thing." The woman in white added.

Mr. Jing stretched out his hand, and the ruler emitted a soft white light. The black fog slowly disappeared. Mr. Jing said lightly: "Look again, this kind of thing that can't be killed is the most annoying."

"Yes, but we can only be on opposite sides forever, and we don't even have to talk. It's really worrying." The woman in white frowned slightly.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. After the infected things in the souls of these taskers are removed, you can let their system send them away." Mr. Jing said.

"Okay." The woman in white stood up, looked at the soul in the lake and sighed again: "These people are blessed by misfortune. Washing their souls in Jingling Lake will benefit them forever."

"Everything is over. During this period of time, because of those people's awakening, many taskers have been wiped out, but a group of people have really suffered." Mr. Jing said expressionlessly.

"Always negligent, strengthen the seal first to prevent the rest of the people from waking up, buy a little more time, everyone get ready."

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." After leaving this sentence, Mr. Jing disappeared.

The woman in white looked at the soul wandering in the lake, sighed, crossed her knees and began to pluck the strings again, and the blue lake water slightly rippled.

(End of this chapter)