Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 415 411. Pretending to be a ghost

  The answer to the "horror" that was behind the destruction of this theocracy world, Lao Jiang was already familiar with it. When Rogge uttered the answer, the boss Jiang didn't fluctuate in his heart and even wanted to light a cigarette.

  What's so strange about this?

  In the millennium invasion of the MAGA world, there is a clear record of shortage.

  The Red Moon Realm was originally not discovered.

  But after using Ash and Red Moon to have a conscious level of contact and confrontation, Lao Jiang also confirmed the existence of Huang from his own inner demon.

  Wasteland, from start to finish, is an aura-less world. The doomsday it experienced looks more like a man-made disaster than a natural disaster.

  But Boss Jiang seriously suspects that there is also some kind of influence of shortage.

  It's just that he hasn't found it yet.

  Mr. Crow also reminded him that the wasteland world is "very deep."

  Furthermore, Lao Jiang was in a psychic illusion, he had seen the strange power that swallowed the sea of ​​stars and polluted the nebula.

  He was very suspicious that it was Huang's ontology.

  From this speculation, this thing, Huang, is likely to symbolize a kind of disaster of a group of stars, and it may even be an ancient dark force in the stars of this universe.

  However, Jiang Xia did not tell anyone about the illusion he had seen, not even the closest person, Kiyue.

  On the one hand, I don’t want them to worry.

  On the other hand, this power seems to have something to do with the background truth that Sufferwood Realm is still a cloud of mist. This kind of really terrible thing has always been more dangerous the more people know about it.

   "That ruined temple should be the one recorded in this mural, which served as a refuge during the end of the war. The epic records in it came to an abrupt end at the dusk of the gods."

  The black fox leaned against his desk and said to his boss:

  "We don’t know what happened after that. But in addition to these written records, we may be able to learn from another channel."

   "Those disabled people?"

  Lao Jiang spit out smoke rings, looked at Roger, and asked:

  "Can you communicate with them now?"

   "Basically it works."

  The black fox pointed to his feet and said softly:

  "The linguists hired with a lot of money are still a bit capable. They signed a confidentiality agreement with us, and we had a busy night last night. This meeting has summarized the language characteristics of those disabled people.

  Unfortunately, they have only passed on their language, and their memorization system is basically passed on by word of mouth, and there is also a method similar to knotting notes.

  We showed these characters to the disabled old man, who could only recognize a few characters. "

   "Is it so miserable?"

  Lao Jiang stood up, walked around the office a few times, and said to the black fox:

  "The history without written records is basically equivalent to the illusory myth. After a few generations of true things, they will become completely unrecognizable.

  But looking at your expression, you seem to have confidence in those disabled people.

  So, there must be some things I don’t know, Rogge, why are you playing this kind of toothpaste squeezing game? "

   "I just find it interesting."

  The black fox laughed, waved his hand, and projected an X-ray perspective and a large group of data in front of Lao Jiang's eyes.

Say:

  "Don’t be angry, boss, I just learned about it five minutes before you came here, and I didn’t deliberately conceal it. We took the disabled people’s blood for bioassay yesterday.

  Just now, all the data has been sent.

  Their physical fitness is very strong. The strength and bone density of adult men are three times that of ordinary people. The internal circulatory organ system is developed, the heart is stronger, and the outer layer of important organs even has keratin protection.

  Excellent endurance and strong perception.

  The skin can withstand the bombardment of small-caliber bullets frontally without breaking.

  If their internal organs and appearance are not exactly the same as human beings, we can conclude that they are real aliens.

  They are a subspecies of humanoids.

  The genetic structure is 99% similar to human genes, but there are a few more fragments. It is still uncertain whether there is reproductive isolation between them and humans.

   But in the words of the MAGA world, these disabled people hardly need to inject any medicine or make changes. They are a group of natural superheroes.

  The most important thing is this! "

  Rogge’s finger clicked on a column of those floating data, Lao Jiang glanced at it, and then narrowed his eyes.

  "Predict the life cycle of organisms. 327? The old man with the disabled, already lived 300 years old?"

"Um."

  The black fox grinned and said:

  "We asked him, but he himself couldn't remember his age. This estimated 327 years old was calculated based on the speed and cycle of his cell division and change.

  This is the category of biology.

  Boss, you are definitely not in the mood to listen to our complicated calculation and forecasting process, so I will just say the answer directly.

  If the calculation is roughly correct.

  These disabled people can live between 300 and 400 years old at most.

  If the end of the world of theocracy, like the millennium invasion of the MAGA world, came a thousand years ago, then for these remnants, they have only experienced two generations of changes.

  The history passed down by word of mouth is still somewhat credible. "

   "Then why not ask?"

  Looking at Roger’s expression, Lao Jiang asked:

   "Is they reluctant to say?"

   "Well, they are very willing to express their daily life and their own experiences, they are also very curious about our world, and they will take the initiative to ask."

  The black fox touched his head and said with a headache:

  "However, as long as the twilight of the gods is involved, they will immediately keep silent. No matter how they ask, they can only get an answer that ‘the abandoned are not allowed to talk about the gods’.

   And their physical fitness is very exaggerated, ordinary anesthetics are of no use to them, we found a street hero who is good at spiritual guidance.

  As a result, the guy has no way to enter the spirit of these disabled people. They seem to have some weird ways to block their spirit, unless I put them in the brain.

  Otherwise, there is no way to find the answer without their cooperation.

  But I still want to have a good relationship with them, and use them to search for other tribes in that world. There must be more disabled people waiting for us to find them.

  Boss, the existence of these people is valuable, and they have nowhere to go. As long as we can establish contact and give a little guidance, we will immediately create a super army! "

  How smart is Lao Jiang.

  Black Fox said this, he immediately understood Rogge’s plan, took another look at the mural on the optical projection, and said:

   "Are you planning to let me talk to them as the ‘interstellar friend’ who helped their ancestors back then?"

   "Yes, they believe in gods and they must start from this point."

  Rogge rubbed his hands and said to Lao Jiang:

  "Furthermore, boss, you are indeed a descendant of the Mo family's immortal door back then, this is not to deceive them, and the old man of the disabled had asked us before.

   said that he heard the ‘voice of the gods’ in the cave and asked if we were followers of the gods.

  He also treats you as a god, boss, this is a great opportunity! As long as you give a little guidance, they will be willing to die frantically for you! "

   "So what else is there to say?"

  Lao Jiang flicked the soot, and the streamer of Na Jie flashed, and a black Mohist Taoist clothing appeared in his hand. He said to Rogge:

  "You go to prepare first, I will pack my outfit and go over immediately. I'm so good at it."

   "Let me just say, boss, you are an absolute pragmatist."

  Rogge opened the office door and walked out, not forgetting to give Lao Jiang a thumbs up, saying:

   "Liu Hui is still worried that you are under psychological pressure on fraud, but I know that, boss, you are an out-and-out bastard, just like me."

   "If you scold yourself, scold yourself, don't bring me on."

  Jiang Xia took off her clothes, put on her robes, and pointed his **** to Roger, saying:

   "You are the bastard, your whole family closed the door! I'm changing my clothes, bastard."

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  Dream company underground base.

  The tribe members of the disabled people have become accustomed to this new place after a day and a night. They are naturally strong and have a somewhat carefree personality.

  Especially after a great hospitality, they started to like this great place.

  Four disabled children sitting in a row on the sofa, watching the cartoons playing in front of them attentively. Every interaction between the blue cat and the gray mouse makes them laugh.

  The activities of adult male disabled people are more regular.

Although they were put on hospital gowns and their weapons were confiscated, they still maintained their vigilance when they were in the tribe. There will always be four disabled people who circle this huge containment room at a frequency of half an hour. lock up.

  They will touch the glass and try to interact with the witch hunters outside.

  They are very curious about the weapons of the witch hunters in Huck. They will use gestures to try to beg for them. After being rejected, they will not lose too much, and they will also smile back.

  While the number of female disabled people is small, they are in a protected position, but they also have their own things to do.

  They will seal up the food under the command of their old leader, and will send a woman from time to time to check the situation with the children.

  Finally, they will perform their duty of caring for the soldiers.

  In the small room outside the hall, there will always be soldiers going in, and then can't describe it, and finally come out refreshed, they don't have the concept of husband and wife.

  This fits the primitive tribe’s style very well.

  Children are all raised intensively.

   "They are all born warriors."

  Outside the containment chamber of the large glass cabin, here, the leader of the defender witch hunter Huck, said to his companions:

  "Men are brave and brave, women are tenacious and obedient. They also pay attention to the protection and training of children, respect knowledge, and guide the development of the clan with the wisdom of the elderly.

   looks like a Spartan, remember? The movie we watched in the dormitory the other day was exactly the same. "

  It is a pity that Huck’s companion is not a person who likes to study.

  He is thinking about whether he wants to go to the city to play after get off work. The nightclub I went to was pretty good. The girls in it were very enthusiastic, or just today

  "Om"

  The instructions that sounded in the chip caused all the witch hunters to stand up in an instant. Under the leadership of Huck, they quickly withdrew from their outposts, very disciplined.

  This scene also attracted the attention of the disabled in the containment room.

  The old man who sat on the floor and closed his eyes and prayed to a slab also opened his eyes. He looked over here and watched the brave warriors evacuate outside. A worrisome expression appeared on his old face.

  Something must have happened.

  Perhaps, these abandoned people, they are about to usher in the judgment of their own destiny.

  In the next instant, all the lights in the area where the containment chamber was located went out. In the sudden dimness, a figure appeared in front of the disabled people.

  The male disabled people shouted to gather together, and the children also ran to their mothers with fear, and were protected by the female disabled people and hid behind them.

  The old man was lifted up and stood in the forefront.

  He held his slate, looked at the figure floating in the darkness, and slowly approached.

  Lao Jiang was wearing orthodox Mohist robes and made his long hair look like a bun.

   also pretended to pinch a green wood whisk in his hand, lift his body with spiritual power, several inches from the ground, and on his shoulders, there is a magic cube that rotates according to a specific law.

   Dissemination of spiritual power, turning it into a spiritual wind, letting the corners of the clothes fly.

  The expression on his face deliberately imitated Elder Liu Chu's calmness without anger and prestige. He emerged from the darkness, with aura light dotted behind him.

  And the disabled old man was instantly attracted by the clothes on Lao Jiang.

  He repeatedly confirmed the dress, contrasted with the advice left by his father in his memory, and glanced at the slate in his arms. Finally, under Lao Jiang’s gaze, the disabled old man was excited to get rid of the support of his companions.

  He half-kneeled on the ground with solemn gestures and special etiquette, raising his hands, he shouted:

  "Great gods, after the end of the millennium, it is us humble and dusty deserters who have finally paid for their sins.

  Is we finally qualified to be bathed in your glory, under the leadership of your samurai, have you set foot in this rich kingdom of God?

Thank you.

  Thank you for your supreme kindness. "

  (End of this chapter)