Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

Fu Cangzhao was quite familiar with the procedure of going to the mayor's office, but he was not very comfortable with the process of closed perception.

The hustle and bustle around him suddenly disappeared, the colorful world fell into darkness, and the complex smells in the air also became blank. His hands and feet were tightly attached to the special wheelchair, unable to move; his consciousness was also restricted to a very small range.

In fact, a normal confinement wheelchair should directly tie up the body, and the mental power - or the creative intention should also be completely sealed, but for some reason, the system changed her style.

His sense of touch was not blocked. Fu Cangzhao subconsciously moved his fingers and felt the texture of the wheelchair armrest.

Something familiar.

It doesn't feel like it was designed like this from the beginning. It feels more like it was temporarily modified when escorting someone and then never changed back.

Fu Cangzhao felt a little uncomfortable.

For the past five years, the card city has restricted her very strictly, but also revealed subtle privileges in all aspects.

It's just like the overprotection of the elders over the younger ones.

She wasn't quite adapting.

The pitch-black vision magnified her heartbeat, which was thumping and a little strenuous, just like her breathing. This brief, artificial silence seemed to induce a certain fear, and her spiritual consciousness, which was not completely tightened, could make up for this fear to a certain extent.

The sense of propulsion suddenly stagnated at a certain point, the lost perception slowly recovered, and the range that the spiritual consciousness could detect returned to an unpredictable state.

A hand skillfully removed her implanted eye mask and helped her out of the wheelchair and back onto the familiar ground.

The side effect of using the detention wheelchair is that one will have a confused perception of the space for a period of time after it is released. Therefore, before actually meeting the mayor, she needs to rest in the VIP room for a few minutes and drink a cup of refreshing flower tea.

The warm tea not only ensures the heat, but also does not burn the lips and mouth. The tea fragrance can also help to restore the spirit. It is one of the most popular teas in the card city. In the VIP room, which is only a step away from the mayor, it is also responsible for "treating" the side effects of wheelchair confinement.

Fu Cangzhao's perception was several times sharper than that of ordinary people, and the side effects were particularly strong on her. She drank five cups of tea before she recovered.

"Are you ready?" The receptionist was wrapped tightly and his voice was processed with a voice-changing card to ensure that no one could recognize who he was.

Fu Cangzhao nodded: "Okay."

"Please come with me."

When the office door opened, Fu Cangzhao saw the mayor's short brown hair at first glance, and then he saw his eyes were the same gray-green color as Ji Liangqi's.

Yi Chunzhan did not lie, Ji Liangqi is really the mayor's daughter.

The receptionist quietly left the office, and only two people were left in the huge room, one old and one young.

"Mayor, we haven't seen each other for five years." Fu Cangzhao suddenly didn't know how to start the conversation, so he just made a casual greeting.

The mayor's old face showed a kind smile, waved at her and said, "Come here, come to grandma."

She followed his instructions and went to the mayor, sitting on a stool that had appeared next to him.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for five years..." The mayor smiled and touched Fu Cangzhao's messy head, like an ordinary old man greeting a child kindly, "You are two months away from adulthood, and you have grown into a big girl."

"We...were we very familiar with each other before?" Fu Cangzhao lowered his head even more, and his hands on his knees involuntarily clenched into fists.

The mayor was stunned for a moment, and a hint of disappointment suddenly appeared in his gray-green eyes. He murmured, "I forgot. Is this also inside the 'veil'?"

"Veil?" The mayor's overly intimate behavior made Fu Cangzhao feel very uncomfortable. As soon as the word came out, she felt that it sounded familiar and remembered another purpose of her coming here. "By the way, I want to get my things back, and also... untie the 'veil'."

"Child, are you really ready? Are you ready to restart the succession assessment? The memories restored after unravelling the 'veil' will place a heavy burden on your spirit. Are you sure you want to do this?" The mayor looked at her worriedly.

Fu Cangzhao frowned and his eyes dodged subtly.

Soon, she resolutely turned her head and stared into the mayor's and Ji Liangqi's gray-green eyes, and answered honestly: "To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm ready, but if I don't take action now, it may be too late."

Hearing this, the mayor sighed heavily.

"You figured it out." She sighed, stood up and walked to a bookshelf in the office, took out a strange card and inserted it between two books. The bookshelf was split in half in the middle, revealing a gap in the secret room.

She went in and returned from the secret room a few moments later with two items: one was a gray hooded robe, and the other was a metal box.

"I have disassembled all the parts of the Scepter of Death. Only the three most basic parts are left here. You need to go to the city hall branches in the other ten districts to retrieve the remaining parts one by one. The tomb keeper's robe has the effect of blocking the idea of ​​creation, which will be of great help to your subsequent secret operations." The mayor placed the two items on the coffee table near the desk and opened the lid of the metal box.

Fu Cangzhao went to check these items and saw three familiar parts lying quietly on the velvet cloth. He assembled the three basic components according to the muscle memory retained in his body. Each part fit perfectly together to form a simple hot wire gun.

The position similar to a magazine has been changed into an energy card slot. One only needs to insert the energy card and use a very small amount of creative thought to activate it, and it will emit scorching rays with power far exceeding the "Changhong Guanri" designed by Ji Liangqi.

After all, "Rainbow Penetrating the Sun" is still of civilian card specifications, and the three basic components of the Scepter of Death in Fu Cangzhao's hand are designed according to the highest specifications of military energy card weapons, striving to maximize the use of the energy stored in the card.

Since it only has the three most basic parts, the Scepter of Death does not have the aiming function for the time being. Once she gets the sight part, she will be able to detect the environment within a range of 500 meters without using her spiritual sense intensively, and the accuracy of the energy rays will also be greatly improved.

It is a bit redundant for Cangzhao, but it is the greatest reliance of the southern tomb keepers of all generations to be invincible.

There are two factions of tomb keepers: the Southern Faction and the Northern Faction. The Northern Faction focuses on intensive training and human wave tactics, with a relatively rough style. They are the backbone of the internal cleanup and external defense of the card city, and their status is higher than that of the city garrison and the Security Department.

The southern tomb keepers are mostly single-line, and the training of each generation takes a lot of time and energy, often calculated in ten years. They are often responsible for nipping risks in the bud, so they spend most of their time wandering outside. Most of the 112 urban rumors about "funeral parlors" come from this.

Fu Cangzhao was far from learning all of her grandmother's skills. She was forced to learn them, and only learned the decorative patterns on military cards, funeral ceremonies, and the basic use of the death scepter. The existence of the Southern School of Tomb Keepers was related to the city's secrets that had been sealed for five hundred years, but her grandmother didn't have time to tell her everything.

If Yan Yiming and his group had not rashly visited grandma's base in the suburbs five years ago, grandma could have held on for several more years, enough for her to obtain the true teachings.

However, that time her grandmother had exhausted her last bit of life force, and she had to put on the tomb keeper's robe that represented inheritance and pick up the death scepter that her grandmother had tailored for her in advance.

Prepare to enter the main storyline of Volume 9.