The end of the world is coming: My waiter is too Buddhist

Hearing this, Qian Doudou, who possessed the ability to refine weapons, also looked at Lin Xiaoxiao curiously, his round almond eyes full of anticipation.

"Haha, I got it from a friend."

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't want to say more, so Wang Luo and Qian Doudou tactfully didn't ask any more questions. So they turned their attention to the only person among the four who didn't introduce himself.

Feeling the gazes of the three people, the young man in a black outdoor jacket said in a cold and hard voice: "I am Gongsun, and my ability is proficiency in cold weapons."

Although he looked indifferent and was very frugal with his words, this did not make Wang Luo, a sunny boy, retreat. He looked Gongsun up and down.

"Cold weapons? Brother, are you an expert with swords? Or do you use a dagger? Why don't you have one with you?

Gongsun should be your last name, so what is your first name?"

After Wang Luo's reminder, Lin Xiaoxiao also found that Gongsun looked slim and handsome in his windbreaker, but he did not carry any cold weapons, which made people suspect that he was lying.

According to the logic of a normal psychic, they would never leave their commonly used weapons. Could it be that Gongsun is a novice?

Thinking of a possibility, Lin Xiaoxiao pulled the sleeve of the curious baby Wang Luo: "Everyone has their own privacy, and the abilities of us non-staff superpowers cannot be revealed casually."

In fact, people with special abilities don't have too many grudges against confessing their special abilities, but Lin Xiaoxiao still persuaded Wang Luo to stop in order to give Gongsun a way out. She didn't want to have a bad relationship with her teammates right from the start.

Just surviving in the apocalypse is tiring enough, and she doesn't have time to intrigue with a group of teammates.

Not to mention becoming comrades who are willing to sacrifice their lives for each other, at least they have to maintain superficial peace.

Fortunately, Wang Luo was not a stupid person. After hearing what Lin Xiaoxiao meant, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Brother Gongsun, I didn't mean to force you to ask about your privacy."

Because of the subconscious scratching of his head, Wang Luo's hair that was originally tied on top of his head was made fluffy and messy, which set off his thin figure and made him look like a free and unrestrained little Taoist priest.

Gongsun still had that indifferent expression on his face. After receiving Wang Luo's apology, he just nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Xiaoxiao and the other two's desire to talk diminished a lot, so they immediately dispersed and went on patrol.

The wind was howling and yellow sand filled the sky. About half an hour later, the sandstorm swept towards the base. The people who had been blocking the gate of the base and shouting loudly and unwilling to leave were blown into the sky like rags.

"Wang Luo, Gongsun, Doudou, there's something in the wind!"

Braving the strong wind, Lin Xiaoxiao shouted and quickly approached Wang Luo and Qian Doudou. She had already seen the tentacle-like monsters in the yellow sand.

As expected of the best among the psychics, the other three reacted quickly and quickly moved together to fight off the monster.

As the sandstorm approached, the entire building on the rooftop creaked and the strong wind blew several people back.

Just when Lin Xiaoxiao thought she was going to be blown away, Qian Doudou, who was standing on her left, threw out something, and then a sticky mass wrapped up the four of them.

Although her body was wet and uncomfortable, Lin Xiaoxiao could indeed feel that most of the wind was blocked.

At this time, Wang Luo, who was standing on the right side of Lin Xiaoxiao, rubbed his two fingers together, and a yellow talisman burned. In an instant, a golden shield rose up and protected the few people firmly.

Without wind resistance, Lin Xiaoxiao was able to see clearly the things that were carried by the wind.

Its shape is like a ball and its color is withered and yellow, but its flexible branches are like flexible tentacles that constantly capture humans that are blown up by the wind. After devouring humans, its branches immediately turn green. It is actually a monster that grows on blood as nourishment!

Glancing at the monster with a frown, Gongsun said calmly, "This is a mutated immortal grass. Its branches can be revived when it encounters liquid. You can use fire to attack it."

When talking about using fire attack, he tilted his head and glanced at Wang Luo, the meaning was self-evident.

Wang Luo is a talisman master and has all kinds of talismans in his hands. Maybe he can find one that can burn the immortal grass.

Sure enough, Wang Luo took out three talismans from the interlayer of the backpack on his waist: "This is the Fire Yang Talisman, but it must be attached to the monster to be effective."

After being nourished by human blood, the Immortal Grass had already stretched out countless tentacles. It was not easy to stick the talisman on its main root, so Wang Luo's expression was very ugly. It was the first time he felt that his talisman was so useless.

"Does this talisman have to be activated by you?"

After cutting off the branches of the immortal grass with a knife, Lin Xiaoxiao asked the most important question.

Dodging the attack of an immortal grass vine, Wang Luo said in a trembling voice: "No... no need, I can activate it remotely, as long as the distance is no more than 100 meters."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Doudou, who was very agile, came over and said, "Give me the talisman. I have a bow and arrow."

Her movements in dodging the vines of the immortal grass were exceptionally light and graceful. From a distance, it looked like she was dancing in the yellow sand, but a closer look would reveal that she was mostly being held back by her shoes and clothes.

It seems that her clothes have long been transformed into a magic weapon to protect her life.

"Gongsun, you and I will work together to contain the Immortal Grass, and Doudou will deliver the fatal blow."

The immortal grass has a strong regeneration ability. The branches that Lin Xiaoxiao cut off with all her strength soon grew again, so the best way is to attack with fire.

As if it sensed the ill intentions of Lin Xiaoxiao and others, the Immortal Grass attacked more fiercely. Wang Luo, who had limited means of attack, could only keep slapping talismans on his body to barely resist.

"Ling Hao, go help Wang Luo."

Realizing the situation on Wang Luo's side, Lin Xiaoxiao responded carefully while instructing Ling Hao that with Yu Ji's help she didn't have to worry about being hurt by the Immortal Grass.

Wang Luo was not clear about the relationship between Ling Hao and Lin Xiaoxiao, so he was very grateful to see Ling Hao helping him. He even thought of giving Lin Xiaoxiao a peach blossom talisman after the battle.

call out!

Seeing the right opportunity, Qian Doudou, who was wandering on the edge of the battlefield, shot the arrow in his hand and shouted at Wang Luo: "Quickly activate the talisman!"

boom!

A fireball exploded in the yellow sand. The burning flames caused the immortal grass gathered around to burn one after another. The shrill screams and heat waves forced Lin Xiaoxiao and others to retreat quickly.

However, this did not repel the immortal grass. They were swept by the strong wind and gathered above the rooftop. The dense branches were like dark clouds covering the sun.

Seeing this scene, both Lin Xiaoxiao and the other psychics guarding the rooftop felt a strong sense of despair in their hearts.

The winds never stop blowing, monsters keep appearing, is humanity really going to be annihilated in such a disaster?

It was at this time that hundreds of pillars standing in the square opened one after another, and the steel fan blades began to spin rapidly in the strong wind.

Crackling, crackling, the high-speed rotating fan blades were like a guillotine that crushed and pulled the wildly growing immortal grass vines to death, and the high-voltage electric railway network that had been prepared long ago was also connected, and the dark cloud above head fell into mud as expected.

Seeing this scene, the square erupted in cheers, and Lin Xiaoxiao sat on the ground and smiled: "Great, we are still alive."