Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

The scepter of death held by each generation of southern tomb keepers contains a lot of personal characteristics, and Fu Cangzhao's is particularly special.

Unlike every previous generation, her Death Staff is composed of thirteen parts, and at least three are needed to maintain basic functions, forming a heat gun with a basic range of one hundred to three hundred meters.

After assembly, the fourth component has aiming and reconnaissance functions. The fifth and sixth components correspond to eliminating energy fluctuations and external perception interference respectively.

The seventh component protects the emitted rays from external disturbances, saving a lot of time in correcting deviations.

The eighth component greatly improves the shooting range and aiming distance, and can kill targets at a distance of up to three thousand meters.

The ninth to eleventh parts constitute the heavy modification module, which can be used to modify the light ultra-long-range heat ray gun into a heavy firepower ray cannon.

The twelfth component is a detachable module. After installation, the scepter can be split into two, turning them into two high-energy lightsabers with a length of 1.2 meters.

Grandma didn't have time to tell her the function of the last module. She only said that she had to go to the Card City first to complete the succession assessment to obtain clues. She guessed that it should be related to the "mission of the tomb keeper" that grandma had been thinking about.

"Is everything confirmed to be OK?"

"Ah."

"Are you going to open the veil?" The mayor looked at Fu Cangzhao worriedly, "Do you need me to find someone..."

Fu Cangzhao put away his heat gun and tomb keeper robes and said, "So I came to see you."

"The therapist said she'll be here in half an hour," the mayor restored the bookshelf to its original state and spoke to Cangzhao as if he was chatting with an old friend, "Originally, even if it was a protective downgrade, you wouldn't have been stuck as a fifth-class citizen in the five years you've been in the city. Your situation is largely due to someone's manipulation. I'm already the mayor, and there's actually very little I can do. Senior sister asked me to take care of you, and I can probably only help you up to this point."

"It's okay. I just need you to do one thing for me." Fu Cangzhao smiled and shook his head. He sat upright on the sofa, looking like a good kid. "Give me an identity of an adult."

The mayor paused, then reacted: "No problem. As long as you don't go too far, the QY system will give you a hand."

If Fu Cangzhao wanted to go to the other ten districts to retrieve the death wand parts in the next period of time, she couldn't continue to use her current ID card. She was still two months away from adulthood, and her daily movements and consumption would be restricted during this period.

She was skeptical about only one thing: "Mayor, what do you think of me as going too far?"

"It's hard to say!" The mayor understood and placed the tea set on the coffee table in front of the sofa and boiled a pot of water.

As soon as she put a few dried flowers of scented tea into the teacup, Fu Cangzhao smelled a wisp of refreshing fragrance and asked in surprise, "Starry Night Flower?"

The mayor held up the kettle high, and the scalding water poured down from the spout, stirring the dried flowers in the water.

The Starry Night Flower is one level higher than the Pure Heart Flower, and the Starry Night Flower used by the mayor to make tea has undergone a fermentation process, and the brewed tea has a stronger taste, which is not only refreshing, but also can promote the growth of the idea of ​​creation. However, for Fu Cangzhao's vast consciousness, the point that is improved by relying on the Starry Night Flower Tea is almost non-existent.

The mayor filtered the tea, poured a small cup for Fu Cangzhao, and a small cup for herself. She took a sip and said leisurely, "It seems that you and I are just drinking starry night flower tea together. But in the eyes of outsiders, it may be seen that I, the mayor, neglected my duties and enjoyed life with my children. My life is better than others, and this is the original sin."

"Thanks for the reminder." Fu Cangzhao smacked his lips and savored the aroma of the tea. It was indeed the mayor's private collection. It tasted different from the tea in the VIP room.

Half an hour later, the therapist arrived as scheduled.

When she entered the room, she saw Fu Cangzhao chatting and laughing happily with the mayor, and immediately showed a surprised expression: "I heard Song Ximing mention you. It turns out that you are the little tomb keeper back then!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but recall the first time she met Fu Cangzhao five years ago.

The child was running around in the city like a frightened and stressed kitten. The mayor tried to calm her down, but she couldn't do anything. She was ordered to help Fu Cangzhao seal the unpleasant memories. She used a unique method to cover a veil, and the thorny little guy finally calmed down a little.

When we met again today, the grumpy kitten had been tamed and became very well-behaved. He would even turn his belly towards you.

The reminder bell sounded, and the mayor saw a window pop up on the light brain. He waved his hand and said, "You guys go first. I still have things to deal with."

As he spoke, he pressed the button on the corner of the desk, and a hole suddenly appeared on the smooth and flat wall of the office.

"Let's go. Don't keep the receptionist waiting too long." The therapist smiled and waved to Fu Cangzhao.

"Mayor grandma." Fu Cangzhao called out.

"What's wrong?" The mayor was about to open the call request when he heard Fu Cangzhao's voice and quickly looked up.

"...Goodbye." Fu Cangzhao seemed to have considered his words for a long time before he could barely squeeze out two words.

Afterwards, she was taken out of the office by the therapist, and the familiar wheelchair was waiting for her at the end of the secret passage. However, this time there was no fully armed receptionist, and the familiar perception shielding suits were taken out of the therapist's briefcase one by one and put on her.

The disturbing darkness and loneliness surrounded my whole body again.

At this moment, a hand gently touched her body. That hand seemed to have some kind of magic. Just a few simple touches instantly calmed her anxious mood.

Fu Cangzhao vaguely remembered that five years ago someone had sealed up those unpleasant memories in the same gentle way.

When she next regained her vision and perception, they were back in the lobby on the ground floor of City Hall, and she did not feel the same side effects of the wheelchair confinement as when she left.

The therapist winked at her mischievously, as if asking for credit and reward from her.

Fu Cangzhao speculated that the therapist's innate ability should be related to sensory regulation.

Mental power, also known as the creative intention, has always been a relatively mysterious subject. Its complexity is comparable to that of the human brain itself and it is difficult to regulate through artificial means. Therefore, once citizens awaken their innate abilities of perceptual regulation, they are often recommended to go to a mental clinic. There are usually two paths to take: pure research or practical treatment.

The therapist in front of me obviously chose the latter.

Based on what she said before, Fu Cangzhao knew that she was very familiar with Song Ximing. The fact that she was able to contact the undertaker of the funeral home was enough to show that she had strong professional qualities and would not say anything that she shouldn't. This person should be trustworthy.

"Where to go next?" She tried to force a smile at the therapist, not knowing how it would look in his eyes.

Parts collection trip (sure).