The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Near midnight, the top of the tallest building at Qeng Ho Base.

Song Lin and He Lang stood here, looking at the base with all the lights turned off.The background is a cloudless night sky, covered with winter stars, a year and a half of industrial stagnation is not without its benefits, at least the city can already see a clear starry sky.

But He Lang was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all, he said: "The wind is too strong, let's fix it quickly, don't catch you a cold again."

Song Lin climbed onto the roof of the small house leading downstairs, and asked without looking back, "When did I catch a cold from the wind?"

"...That's right, you catch a cold from bathing." He Lang followed, "What about now? What are you going to do?"

"Be prepared to summon the undead nearby." Song Lin flipped his palm, and a small black banner was suspended in his hand, "The undead are immortal, there must be obsession. You are the undead manipulating the golden bones , easy to be confused by them, and may even take away control of the body, pay attention to concentration."

"Oh, is it so scary?" He Lang responded with such a mouth, but his expression seemed to be indifferent, "Will it be more terrifying than Zhong Qi?"

The man has just passed the bell, and he doesn't think that those newly born undead are more terrifying than a guy with a thousand years of practice.

"The undead who have just passed away may resent their own death more and yearn for the chance to 'live'." Song Lin narrowed his eyes. It has not been absorbed by the formation, and already has preliminary strength..."

Seeing that he was serious, He Lang put away his joking look: "I know, I was just teasing you just now, and I won't let up."

Song Lin nodded, raised his palm slightly upwards, and the black flag flew into the air, waved in the wind, and unfolded into a banner of ten thousand souls with a three-meter flagpole and four or five-meter flag.When the north wind hit, the flags fluttered in the wind, and wisps of black smoke scattered from the tail of the flag.

"here we go."

The young man gave a faint notification, and then muttered something.He Lang saw with his own eyes that the banner, which was originally just emitting black smoke from the tail, gradually turned into a thick undead aura overflowing from the front.They turned into black smoke, and some of them condensed around Song Lin's body as usual, making the young man look like he was wearing an extremely light black cloak; The black smoke would dissipate with a faint howl; and more, more, flew into the sky, which seemed to be extremely regular.

Seeing wisps of black smoke in the night sky is almost an impossible task for the eyes of ordinary people.But He Lang is a necromancer, and he is extremely sensitive to the whereabouts of the power of the necromancer, and soon discovered that they were woven into a certain regular shape in midair.It's a bit like the formation that Song Lin entered into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner when he received the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but the coverage area is not that big.

The man asked: "Is this the one you've seen in Wanhun Banner?"

Song Lin didn't answer him for a while and continued with his homework.He Lang could clearly feel that the youth's magic power was flowing into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then rushed to the sky along with the overflowing power of the dead, and entered the rune web.

The moment the rune was finished weaving, He Lang clearly felt this, as if something had been fulfilled in his perception.

Suddenly, a cloudy wind rose.

Even though the north wind is cold, it feels different from the overcast wind.The black smoke formed by the undead slowly seeped out from the ground, and floated upwards, slowly curling up.On the streets and in the community, there are black smoke rising everywhere that ordinary people cannot see with the naked eye, and some even pass through the human body, bringing a shivering chill.Even He Lang, who is not a real living person, can faintly feel the chill coming from the soles of his feet, let alone the living people who are still panting.

People with relatively weak physique and insufficient mental strength may really catch a cold for a few days after what happened tonight.

He Lang looked at the power of the undead gathered from the direction of the gate of the base, and frowned: "Will so many undead have no effect on the people in the base?"

"If they can hurt people now, it means that they will also hurt people when they exist for a long time. Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain." Song Lin did not deny that the gathering of undead spirits caused harm to humans, "and the undead spirits remaining in this base It’s not too much anymore, think about those gates that were breached, the whole fell, and even the bases that are almost abandoned now, that’s the land of all spirits and evil spirits.”

"... Are those gathered from the air in all directions the dead spirits from other bases?" He Lang looked at the sky, "They were all blocked by that formation? This thing... is a bit like a fly catcher Paper."

Comparing necromancers and formations to flies and paper sticking to flies, this metaphor can be said to be very straight.

Song Lin was not surprised by his statement, but replied: "This is a formation used to gather undead spirits and refine them into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. It is a type of alchemy. Undead spirits cannot penetrate it, they will only be pierced by it." Gradually devour it, so the undead from the Qinghe base will fly up, and the undead from outside will fly over. But the undead from outside will not penetrate it into the Qinghe base, so the undead from outside will not hinder the Qinghe base."

Not only did he answer the man's initial question, but he also briefly explained it so that He Lang would not have to worry about the undead gathered outside would have a worse impact on the Qinghe base, which can be said to be very considerate.

He Lang smiled: "That's it, I want to go up and see what kind of alchemy formation it is."

Song Lin was silent for a second: "...you want to go up and see? Why?"

"Probably out of curiosity?" He Lang replied, "With your tone, can you let me go up and take a look?"

"No." Song Lin's voice suddenly turned cold, "Exert your magic power, keep your consciousness, you are confused."

"...Ah?" He Lang was stunned for a moment, "No? I'm just a little curious. If I can't go, I won't go. I don't have any other feelings."

"The gathering of undead spirits will have an impact on you. I said earlier, don't underestimate these newly born undead spirits." Song Lin replied, "They use my alchemy formation to lure you and ask you to fight with them." Convergence, so as to snatch your body conveniently. As for your so-called curiosity about the formation, it is just an explanation given by your brain after you have this impulse in your heart. No matter what reason you find, it doesn’t matter to them.”

"...Fuck?" After He Lang understood the young man's words, he said in astonishment, "You mean, they tricked me to go up, but instead I found a reasonable reason for them?!"

"It's not surprising. Their power to seduce you is still too weak for you, so you didn't notice that you had been affected, but instead found a reason for the tiny impulse in your heart." Song Lin replied, "If they are more powerful in tempting you, you will be more likely to struggle and wake up, because the sudden sense of intoxication is obvious. But if they are powerful enough, you will have no way to resist, and you will only follow them with all your heart. At that time, even if there is a wall in front of you, you will smash holes in the wall and move forward."

"Should I still go forward after hitting the south wall?" He Lang raised his eyebrows, "But I believe you won't let others take me away so easily."

Song Lin glanced at him: "What nonsense?"

The man smiled, and stopped talking about this topic, but just looked at the sky: "Didn't you ask them about those bases?"

"You don't need the bases you've already contacted." Song Lin also looked up, and said softly, "We only need people from Wanling and Jiangbei bases, not ordinary people who don't know anything, but people who know some news. Anyone who has seen how Zhang Peng disappeared, who knows how Zhang Taian disappeared, who understands what is going on in Wan Ling, or who is familiar with any secrets in these two bases... all come to me."

When the young man said the first few sentences, He Lang thought he was telling himself what kind of dead spirit he was looking for.After hearing the last sentence, I realized that he was already looking for it.

But after Song Lin finished talking about the conditions, He Lang didn't see any undead floating down from the formation.

Theoretically, after Song Lin said this, the undead who knew about it should be able to penetrate the formation and come to him.But now it seems that such a role is not so easy to find.

When He Lang was about to say something, Song Lin suddenly said, "Here we are."

When the man looked up, he found a wisp of black smoke slowly falling.But it was a bit ethereal, so He Lang didn't realize when it penetrated the formation, and thought that there were no dead spirits who could answer Song Lin's question.

This black smoke fell in front of Song Lin. If it wasn't for Song Lin's magic power, the undead entangled in the young man would have swallowed him without any effort.

Of course, this wisp of undead also has resentment, but Song Lin only wants it to answer questions, so it can only answer questions.

It has no mouth, and its voice is born of obsession. Obsession and resentment make its voice cut like a knife, accompanied by a mournful wail.

He Lang frowned, listening intently and distinguishing what it said, his brows furrowed tighter and his face became darker.

***

"Zhang Tai'an killed Zhang Peng?!"

When Mr. Shen, who was dragged up by his grandson in the middle of the night, heard the news, he became sober: "How do you know? Is the news reliable?"

"Song Lin was summoning souls just now." He Lang briefly stated, "We recruited the guards next to Zhang Peng. The guards did not witness the killing scene, but after confirming that Zhang Taian left Zhang Peng's office, Zhang Peng was found dead. The guards around Zhang Peng were all silenced."

Shen Gu also sat in the old man's bedroom in his pajamas, frowning: "When did it happen?"

"It was the night of thunderstorms and non-mutant attacks."

"At least Zhang Peng is still a member of Chen Lai. Zhang Tai'an killed his father with his own hands. It is very obvious that he betrayed Chen Lai and the big organization." Mr. Shen had already said that Zhang Peng was in danger, but he still heard the exact news. Feel quite heavy.Zhang Peng was already very kind to his own son, but Zhang Taian actually wanted to kill his father. It was obvious that there were signs of anti-humanity.

Advisor Shen: "Do you know why Zhang Taian killed Zhang Peng?"

"I don't know, there were only the two of them in the office at that time." He Lang replied, "But the guard said that he had heard Zhang Tai'an countless times say that so many people in the base are just useless burdens, without the strong, other wastes must be will be automatically extinct."

"So, Zhang Tai'an must have taken away those combat teams and supernatural beings." Mr. Shen said, "Although he didn't take away many people, they were all elites, and he himself is relatively powerful. Everyone, be careful His small-scale and easy-to-turn combat strategy."

"Understood." He Lang nodded, "Do you want to tell Mr. Li about this?"

"We don't have any concrete evidence... But I think Mr. Li will probably guess something. I'll call after dawn." Old Man Shen said, "Do you know anything else?"

"I don't know." He Lang shook his head, "But not knowing is a kind of knowing. Song Lin said that the Wanling Base is very strange, and even a dead spirit cannot be recruited. This may have something to do with the fog that shrouds them."

"Then let's not act rashly. Song Lin and Yuan Chengbing, please work harder. We will try our best to cooperate if there is anything."

"Yes."

"Any thing else?"

"It's gone... right?"

"Then get out." Old Man Shen said, "Do you know that it's hard to fall back to sleep when you wake me up in the middle of the night? If it weren't for you, this is really big news, I would have beaten you to death."

"I know, but if I don't tell you, won't you still beat me to death? You'll be beaten anyway, so it's better to let you have a good time with me." He Lang said cheaply, then stood up, "Then I'm leaving, good night."

Mr. Shen was going to concentrate on thinking about the Jiangbei base, but when he heard his grandson talk cheaply, he reflexively cursed.

"piss off!"

[The author has something to say: Have you thought of it?Zhang Tai'an is someone who would kill even his own father! 】