Miscellaneous Records of the Firecracker Bureau: Nine Desolation Departments

After Lang Guangwu finished chanting the spell in his mouth, the Zen staff withdrew from the stem, and the man with glasses shook his hand around his waist, and the cat-faced weirdo saw a long soft sword that was black and shiny and as thin as a piece of paper in his hand. A sword is different from a hard sword, it can't pierce the body, and can't cut through the armor. These days, martial arts practitioners seldom use this kind of cold weapon.Waiting to see, there was a slight movement at the gap, as if something was about to break through it, the man with glasses jumped up on the spot, and swayed a set of dazzling swordsmanship at the gap.The sword is so fast that even Maotong, who has excellent eyesight, can hardly recognize his moves.After a while, a pile of long-cut vines were scattered on the ground. These long vines were different from the gray branches before, and they were red from the beginning to the end. People who didn't know why thought they had cut down some tentacles.The man in the suit standing next to the man in glasses took out a tube of green reagent and evenly sprinkled it on the blood-colored vines. The vines sizzled and turned into a pool of green water with white smoke.

"Don't finish it." The man with glasses said after finishing chopping.

"I know." The man in the suit glanced at the bottom of the tube in his hand, closed the lid and threw it to the man in glasses.

The man in glasses swung his head up, and the reagent tube was bounced into the gap by the soft sword, and the man in the suit said in dissatisfaction: "You said earlier that I would save more, is this little enough?" The surface shrank and wrinkled as quickly as the skin of an old man in his seventies and eighties, and the whole building began to shake and become unstable.

The cat-faced monster threw the ball of black wool to Lang Guangwu, and was thrown back by the expressionless Lang Guangwu.

"Why give it to me, I can't use it anymore."

The cat-faced man stared at Maotong and said, "Hurry up, this place is going to collapse." The shaking stopped.

Nongjiale curled her lips, shook her head and said, "No way, that's what cats are like, what a fuss."

The cat-faced weirdo: "I %￥￥%...&"

Lang Guangwu ignored the above, and said to Nongjiale: "Did you find it?"

Nongjiale nodded, pointed at five o'clock and said, "It seems to be that piece."

Lang Guangwu threw the firecrackers in the direction of Nongjiale's fingers one after another, and Nongjiale hurriedly said: "I, I, I, I just feel like, yes, it is there." In Langguang Wu's eyes as deep as a deep well, Nongjiale The voice gradually died down.

Lang Guangwu held Nongjiale's collar with one hand and threw it on, and was caught by the cat-faced monster with Nongjiale's exclamation.Lang Guangwu stepped on the floating board and waved his Zen staff to draw amulets on the stems that have not yet deformed and shrunk. The originally dark pool glowed bright red from the bottom of the water. After a while, the entire water surface was dyed red. The farmhouse looked at it from above. It was shocking, and I was afraid that another broken limb would float up in the water. After all, he had digested the shadow in his heart caused by the nine-day pot monster in the cafeteria for several days before he reluctantly accepted it. Now it seems that the scene is probably similar to Ebola. The virus seems to be lingering, and I am seriously ill.

"Boom——" There was a loud noise on the roof of the building, and the cat-faced monster quickly threw a ball of string to bounce off the falling gravel. The man with glasses and others on the side also took out their weapons to counteract it.

Nongjiale called Lang Guangwu down in a panic, and Lang Guangwu inserted the Zen stick into the stem to control the floating board and avoid falling rocks.Seeing that he was fine, Nongjiale was relieved, and then paid attention to the situation above.

Several men in suits who went up earlier fell down one after another and were caught by the compatriots below. The man with glasses stepped forward to check the breath of one of them, his face was ashen, and said to everyone: "Protect them and stay where they are." Without looking back, he jumped up and chased towards the top floor.

"Group..." The man in the suit holding the deceased choked up, wanted to shout but couldn't, they were disciplined troops, not stragglers, the more dangerous the moment, the more calm and restrained they should be, and obey the orders of their superiors.

Nong Jiale stared blankly at all this. Death was no stranger to him, but it all happened so suddenly. Those people were not related to him, and he didn’t know them at all. However, they disappeared suddenly. Unable to adapt, my mind went blank.

"Nongjiale, Nongjiale!" Someone called him in his ear.Nongjiale turned his head mechanically, his eyes were empty.

The cat-faced weirdo squinted his pupils, and stretched out his hand to push the Nongjiale down again. This time, the Nongjiale didn't make a sound, and it felt wrong even when it was connected to him.

"You make it quick, I'll go up first." The cat-faced man said to Lang Guangwu, who nodded.The cat-faced monster quickly ascended along the wall with both hands and feet, and threw a ball of thread towards the bottom halfway. The cat's claws firmly grasped the corner of the top floor. With the help of the weird face, the man in the suit who stayed here felt a little more comforted.

But looking at Nongjiale's expression, it was Lang Guangwu who had a headache at the moment. In any case, he had to settle the matter in front of him immediately before talking about anything else.

"Nongjiale, hold me tight." Lang Guangwu said in a deep voice.

The farmhouse did not answer, but did as it was.

Lang Guangwu frowned even more, and the speed of chanting the mantra accelerated. After a while, a dense layer of green character mantras appeared on the surrounding walls, and small air bubbles began to appear on the floating board under his feet.

Seeing this, the man in a suit upstairs hurriedly asked if it was okay for Lang Guangwu. The floating board was made of a special material, and they carried it behind their backs in order to hide it from the public. Originally, everyone’s floating board was a large piece, occupying at least half of the water surface. A quarter, but on the way to this place, there was an ambush, and some floating boards were destroyed, and they would sink directly to the bottom of the water, so the remaining ones were barely enough to stand on their feet. However, the characteristics of soil burial make it a very high survival rate. Just in case, when they came, they specially brought a new potion from the organization. In the words of the man with glasses, they are in the experimental stage, and they have to try everything.

The man in the suit who was next to the man in glasses was called Wala. When he heard his name, his first reaction would be to think that Wala was from an ethnic minority, but he was not. He just had a relatively rare surname.

Vala took out a test tube containing a green liquid from her pocket and shook it towards Lang Guangwu.

Lang Guangwu didn't look down at the farmhouse, but said softly: "Actually, cats are not the only animals that can climb trees in the forest." After speaking, he pulled out his Zen staff vigorously and waved it in the air, and the characters on the wall flashed in green light. Lang Guangwu ignites the fuse that he took from Nongjiale and throws it into the water. With the instantaneous protection space and explosive recoil, Langguangwu grabs the Zen staff and jumps up to the floor with Nongjiale, and the water boils completely.

Wala waved at the crowd, and the men in suits jumped up with their slack and crooked stems. Two of the men in suits stayed behind and wanted to be with Wala. go up first.

Fortunately, when the cat-faced monster blew up the long vines before, the first floor of the stairs was blown up. The farmhouse saw a few men in suits taking their own ladders and went up. There were only three of them left on this floor, and the length was not enough.

"Why don't you go up first." Nong Jiale felt that he was always playing the role of dragging his feet, and really wanted to yell at the director who didn't know if he existed, asking if Nitma could change the script.

The two of them denied Nongjiale's words without any discussion, among them, a few men in suits with slightly dark complexion strode up to the broken stone steps, touched the wall with their hands, turned around and said loudly: "Are there any bombs? This wall can be opened, as long as there is an explosion." Nongjiale and another man in a suit shook their heads together.

Nong Jiale remembered the lead wires on his body, one was given to Lang Guangwu, and he had another one, but there was no tool to ignite the lead wires, rub!He almost forgot his tickle was okay, but he didn't bring it!Did not bring!Did not bring!

"Nongjiale—" a roar came from below, full of air.

Nongjiale poked his head towards the middle, and shouted back: "What are you doing?" Although not as loud as the other party.Then with a "boom", a hard object hit the front door and fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" The man in the suit helped Nongjiale up, and took out a small round mirror to shine on Nongjiale's face.The Nongjiale, who was smashed into the circle, saw a long red mark on his fair and handsome face, which was right in the middle.In an instant, he was furious, and he yelled fiercely at the following: "I'll wipe you￥%￥￥￥...%# You did it on purpose! You come up to me, if you have the ability, come up to me, ah~ I want to kill you, I want you Stab your chrysanthemum with a Zen stick~ I’ll wipe—” The decibels can be heard even by the creatures lying on the third floor underground, especially the penetrating last word.

"Hey, look, why did he throw this up?" The man in the suit stuffed the thing into Nongjiale's hands, and Nongjiale looked down, scratching it!

Then look at Lang Guangwu, who is separated from him by three or four floors. The kid turned around and continued to study the boiling pool with Vala.When did he bring it?Didn't he bring it?No, it's because he doesn't need to bring anything?What's the use of scratching, and no, no, it should have been through, but I don't know how to use it, but now, both dead and alive need to be treated.

Nongjiale ran to the step, and the darker-skinned man in a suit asked him what he could do. Nongjiale took out the lead wire and scratched it, eager to try.Thinking about how to use Langguang Fog, it actually doesn’t seem to be difficult. Who hasn’t played with firecrackers?

The little hand pointed at one end of the lead wire for a long time, and there was no spark that was too big.The man in the suit standing below asked anxiously, "Can it work?"

The man in the suit behind Nongjiale said: "Don't worry, it will be fine right away."

The fact is that the bean-sized beads of sweat on Nongjiale's forehead betrayed him. He forgot, forgot how to light the fire?At such a critical moment, he still lost the chain.

The building is shaking, has it started below?Are they going to catch the monster or explode it on the spot, no, it's too late.Nongjiale said to the two of them in frustration: "Let's go, leave me alone, I can't light it, I, I, I can't light it with just such a lead wire."

I don’t know if the Langguang fog below sensed Nongjiale’s helplessness at the moment. Nongjiale held the itchy hand and felt a stream of air flowing in the blood vessels. One word: burn.