Doom Talisman

The magical artifacts confiscated from "Xiao" have been statistically sorted out, except those that were sucked out of all spirituality by "Youxiao" and those that were destroyed by violence, there are still thirteen pieces left.

The number is not small.

"Xiao" was fought by nine people together, and the right to distribute it is naturally with them. The base's current focus is all on space, and they have no right to ask about the ownership of these magic weapons.

He Jing and Feng Yao handed over the others, intending to distribute them reasonably.

"Aji and Gu San, pick the first round first."

Feng Yao spoke first: "Let the person who takes the most risk choose first. If Aji hadn't overcome the psychological barrier at the critical moment, maybe when we arrive, we will only see two people who are cold."

Gu San looked at Aji: "You go first."

The shy young man looked at everyone, smiled, and pointed to something that looked like a goggle on the table: "I choose this, okay?"

of course can.

When it was Gu San's turn, he quickly made a choice and chose the iron ruler that hurt him.

"I'll let you come with He Yaoshi." Rong Kang said, "You guys have contributed the most, don't let it go."

Feng Yao raised his eyebrows and took a pair of wrist guards.He Jing chose an exquisite copper cup.

After the first round of selection, He Jing and Feng Yao gave up in the second round.

"The one I picked is equivalent to two." Feng Yao said.

He Jing also said: "I like this cup very much, I don't want anything else."

Rongkang waved his newly acquired steel fan twice, and said loudly, "Let Lieyang wrap up the remaining four pieces."

Feng Yao waved his hands smartly with his back to them, and went home directly with He Jing in his arms.

Rongkang sneered: "Virtue." Turning his head, he clenched his fists and smiled, "Brothers, get rich!"

This time, Lie Yang obtained eleven magical artifacts at once. The quality is somewhat different from the ones opened in the "Magic Eye", but generally they are all extraordinary.Whether it is for their own use or sold on the black market, the harvest is not so great.

This is He Jing's compensation for Lie Yang in disguise.Rongkang had to say that this move... won his heart.Seeing Jiang Wan circling around the room like grinning to the ears, he also had to say that this is the benefit of working with smart and capable people.

Mr. Hu went from coming to the noodle shop every few days to eat noodles, and gradually became coming every other day.

The more you eat, the more delicious you will be, and the more you eat, the more you will not be able to quit.

He Feng yelled "Two bowls of shredded pork noodles", and took noodles from the window of the pantry and served them to Mr. Hu and Mr. Yu, saying: "Use it slowly, Mr. Hu and Mr. Yu."

Mr. Hu smiled heartily, thanked little brother He, turned his head to follow Mr. Yu and lowered the corners of his lips: "I invite you to dinner with good intentions, why are you so stern."

I saw Old Daoist Yu with a sad face, pointing at him with trembling fingers: "You don't believe me at all with my divination?"

"Old taro, eat first. When did I never trust you?"

Yu Laodao looked up at Mr. Hu, took the chopsticks resignedly, and put the noodles into his mouth.

Mr. Hu looked sideways at the noodle shop's signboard "Jiawei Xiaodian", and stroked his drooping beard.

He Feng was working in full swing, and he was full of expectations for delivering food to the children in the outer shed at night. He specifically discussed with Father He: "Dad, Shi Qi wants to go with us today, is that okay?"

He Zhongzhe rubbed his face and reminded him to be careful when walking: "Yes. But when the time comes, you have to be responsible for protecting your little friend."

He Jing chuckled and replied "Of course".

"There are not many customers now." He Zhongzhe glanced at the time, "Go home and rest for a while, and we will meet up at the old place then."

After the father and son whispered, they separated after a while.

Looking at the back of He Feng leaving, Mr. Hu pouted: "Old taro, have you finished eating?"

There was not even a drop of soup left in Laodao Yu's bowl, and he began to sigh again: "Okay, let's go." He happened to catch a glimpse of the notice posted outside the shop, "This craft should be passed on."

"Isn't that so?" Mr. Hu stood up and brushed his clothes thoughtfully.

As soon as night fell, frost fell from the sky.

The shed area is full of leaky huts, all of them crowded together in clusters like small tents.As soon as the smell of the fried noodles came out, there were soft noises from several places, and a few thin figures quietly crawled out from the shed, cautiously, lest they would alarm others.

He Zhongzhelei distributed the food for more than half a month without moving. The children were also clever. They were all big and small, and there were more and more of them. There were about forty of them. They all held a bowl in their hands and quietly Wait in line.

Shredded cabbage, eggs, and some shredded ham are added to the chow mein, and each person forks a chopstick full, enough to make the children laugh happily in their dreams.

No matter how small an adult Shi Qi is, she couldn't help but get red eyes when she saw these children who were about her age, even many children younger than her, all skinny, eating rare and precious noodles.

The school at the base has been fully recruited this year, and the free lunches are gradually becoming unremarkable.It's okay for her and He Feng to have family members, but it's miserable for those of the same age who have no relatives and no reason. Reading can't guarantee that they have enough to eat, so it's better to find some way to exchange rations.

"He Feng..." Shi Qi was about to distribute food to a particularly skinny seven or eight-year-old girl, when she discovered numerous scars on her wrist.

"Uncle He." She asked He Zhongzhe for help in a panic, and asked in a low voice, "This little sister, she..."

He Zhongzhe hissed at her and took out a tube of medicine from a pocket.Shi Qi took the ointment and pulled the little girl aside.

He Feng glanced back, but didn't speak.He has seen many similar things, and it is hard to understand that some people who have difficulty in survival and depressed mood only blindly vent their anger on their children.My own family has never been like this.

During the day, Father He would take turns to deter them with the sign of the patrol team, but the effect was not great.There are too many, and I can't manage it.

Shi Qi smeared the ointment on the little girl while exhaling: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

In the dark night, no one knew that the girl's face was gray and her expression was extremely stiff.

Shi Qi only thought that she was afraid: "Don't be afraid, my name is Shi Qi, I'm not a bad person. If you can, you can come to me often in the future, and I can help you if you need anything."

The girl didn't respond to her, but slowly withdrew her hand, wanting to run elsewhere.

"You, don't go, little sister." Shi Qi chased after her, and was pushed away by the child who suddenly turned around.

In an instant, Shi Qi staggered and fell, seeing her strange face clearly, showing hesitation.

He Feng quickly ran over to help her up: "Are you all right?"

Shi Qi shook her head and frowned: "That..."

He Feng also looked in the direction where the little girl left: "I haven't seen it before, maybe it's a newcomer."

When the sun was shining on the ground, beside the sand and stones not far from the hut area, an adult man's eyes were bulging, his hands and feet were swaying wildly, and he was lying dead in the sand and stones.

The first thing for the people passing by is to look for work points or food from him.After returning disappointed, he sighed and said, "It's such an ugly way to die again, bad luck!"

Someone called not far away: "What the hell, there are a pile of dead, and there are several piled up beside the cesspit!"

The three-story underground prison of the Victory Base.

"It's been three days. I've been completely crazy. I guess I had a mental illness in the past." A man in hard clothing played with a knife in his hand, "Digging news from a lunatic, what do you think I am?"

Shen Yi who was standing opposite him frowned: "Did you use torture?"

The man nodded: "Ang. You invited me here, isn't it for this? It's just peeling off the skin, which made me sleepless for two days."

"died?"

"No. Save it for the 'God's Eye', otherwise I can't explain it to the chief and the major general. You swear that he has the secret method of space, and I have nothing to do, and I haven't found anything."

Shen Yi didn't answer, just focused his attention, and looked back and forth at Zhu Xiu who was dying in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, he discovered something that he hadn't noticed before.

Half an hour later, Shen Yi pinched his nose and dug out a piece of clear emerald jade from Zhu Xiu's bloody waist.The spiritual light on it is sparse, and the treasure is completely lost due to blood pollution.

No wonder.

The matter here was not finished, and the sirens of the entire base sounded at the same moment.Qin Lou's solemn voice resounded everywhere:

"There is a suspected evil invasion in the base. All members of the on-post monks arrive at their respective areas of responsibility within 5 minutes, and conduct a one-by-one investigation of all personnel in the base. Focus on checking the residents in the shed."

Shen Yigang's brows were filled with joy, and he slapped his face depressed and coldly - in his area of ​​responsibility, there is not a small part of the outer ring shed area.

But that's beside the point.Shen Yi picked up the communicator: "Is the major general there? Please come to the prison as soon as possible."

Zhou Muying hurried to the victory base with great hopes before dark, and then a thunderbolt came down fiercely - internal martial law.

She couldn't get in, and the people inside couldn't get out either.