Welcome to the lock demon tower

Although the taskers have also experienced many dangers and hardships, they are all young people in a peaceful society. It is not a problem to have enough food and clothing, and it is rare to encounter such a thing as needing to sleep in the virgin forest.

Poor sleep is basically doomed.

It's just that ability users have stronger hearts than ordinary young people. Even if they can't sleep, they all lean against the tree in twos and threes, covering themselves with blankets and closing their eyes to rest.

The man in Erguotou kept wiping away his tears, and even opened a bottle of Erguotou, drinking alone in silence. Thinking of something, he sprinkled the wine on the ground in front of him with a sense of ceremony, and then continued to drink alone with Yue.

Qiao Que silently walked to Jiang Luchi, sat down next to him, shrank her body, and hugged herself into a round ball.

Jiang Luchi sat with one leg bent. When he saw him coming, he didn't say anything. He just raised a corner of the big blanket that was covering him.

Qiao Que regained his spirits and tucked his legs into Jiang Luchi's blanket. After thinking for a while, he unfolded his blanket and wrapped it around the half of his body that was not close to Jiang Luchi.

In the end, he patted Cishi seriously, like a chipmunk who has made a satisfactory nest.

Don't feel too safe!

Qiao Que sighed in satisfaction.

"Still cold?" Jiang Luchi groaned and frowned as he saw him making a nest, "What's wrong with you today?"

Qiao Que huddled under the thick blanket and shook his head in confusion: "I don't know. The camel said I'm not sick."

438 also tilted his head in confusion at various indicators of his body: "It's true that you are not sick. But I also feel that something is wrong with you today."

When Qiao Que was mentioned by the two of them, he was a little bit guilty: "Really?"

438 nodded affirmatively: "Really. Otherwise, when you can't sleep like this, you will have no trouble memorizing English words or math formulas."

Qiao Que: ...

Qiao Que pursed his lips and lowered his head: "Brother Chi, you asked me to use inspiration just now, but I failed to do it. Are you disappointed in me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Luchi was a little surprised: "Why do you think so?"

He turned his face to look at Qiao Que's pale face under the moonlight, his expression was as calm as ever: "Qiao Que, you are the most gifted child I have ever seen, and you are easy to learn, which is very good."

Qiao Que felt a little cold again, and couldn't help shrinking back. Hearing this, instead of being happy, he became even more sluggish: "But we finally encountered a world with a seal of heaven, but I couldn't help it at all. It's not your favor."

Jiang Luchi's expression remained unchanged: "You know?"

"Yeah." Qiao Que nodded dejectedly: "I see. In the past, mission workers were in danger, and you rarely took action, but today you rushed out to save people several times..."

Jiang Luchi lowered his head and saw the pair of sunglasses with cracked lenses tightly clutched in his hands, his eyes were too calm: "This time is different, the difficulty of this world has obviously been strengthened too much because of Feng Tianyin. "

Qiao Que stroked the sunglasses in his hand, and said something nonsensical: "Brother Han is a hero."

Jiang Luchi didn't speak, and it took a long time for him to "hmm": "Wait out, let's go see him."

Qiao Que caught something from this sentence: "Brother Chi, can you save him?"

Jiang Luchi shook his head: "It's difficult. The Different Management Committee is unwilling to reveal the secrets of Feng Tianyin to ordinary taskers, but doing so is obviously extremely unfair to him."

Qiao Que's eyes lit up: "So...?"

Jiang Luchi: "I will use the strength of the Jiang family to find a suitable method for him to restore his soul body. It's just that there is very little hope."

If you say it's small, then there is hope!

Qiao Que was so happy that he rolled his eyes with a smile: "As long as there is hope, that's great! I'll help too!"

……

It didn't take long for Qiao Que to lose his mind and start to feel sleepy.

He touched his forehead in distress, and pulled the blanket up again. His brain circuit suddenly turned to Siberia for some reason, and he immediately frightened himself up: I, I, I, I will not become a zombie, will I?

438: Huh?

Qiao Que looked panicked and flustered: "In zombie dramas, as long as you are scratched by a zombie, you will be infected with the virus and become a zombie! Oh my god, how did I forget this!"

As he spoke, he raised his arm. Under the moonlight, a long and thin scratch was clearly visible, and small drops of blood were still oozing in some places.

438 wanted to slap him on the head: "Be sober. The way zombies are made in this world is masks, have you forgotten?"

Qiao Que opened his mouth slightly: "Yes."

438 didn't know what to say: "And if such small wounds are dangerous, then Yu Ling should have turned into a dead body long ago."

Having said that, Qiao Que breathed a sigh of relief, and looked in the direction where Yu Ling was lying.

She slept peacefully on the blanket, her long hair covering her face, unable to see her current state clearly.

In fact, she was already in a coma.

I don't know whether her luck is good or bad, but there is actually a nurse among the taskers this time. She helped Yu Ling connect her dislocated arm, and made a simple binding with a branch, and she could only do her best.

Qiao Que narrowed her eyes: "She doesn't have that kind of aura, it's normal."

After finishing speaking, he thought of something, turned his head and said, "Brother Chi, all the zombies I saw in this world, including the bird before, have exactly the same aura on their bodies."

Jiang Luchi paused: "Exactly the same?"

"Yes." Qiao Que nodded affirmatively, with a very serious expression: "This is very strange. Because in my eyes, all the auras of resentment, ghost, and aura should be different. Even in the last world The auras of the children who became ghosts are also different. I have never seen so many monsters, but the auras on their bodies are uniform, it's just like... mass production on an assembly line. This happens, unless... ..."

Jiang Luchi understood: "Unless they are all controlled by the same abnormal life form."

Qiao Que shuddered: "Is there really such a powerful Boss?"

This is completely different from Zhang Qiyang's situation.Zhang Qiyang just squeezed some projections in his own world, those students have no attack power, and they don't have energy in their bodies, Zhang Qiyang can't even control their speech and behavior.

And the masked zombies in this world are just like the aborigines who were killed by the masks. They have a ghostly aura and powerful fighting power.

Combined with the clues found in the city before... What kind of boss is it that can destroy an entire city by itself?

What is the outside of the city like?

And what is the elephant in the desert that is as huge as a mountain and comes with cool sandstorm effects?

These mysteries were placed in front of them one by one.

Jiang Luchi said coldly: "With Fengtian Seal, it can do it."

Qiao Que: ...

438 was listening with gusto, and the popcorn was chewing loudly. Seeing that Qiao Que stopped talking, he asked, "Why don't you talk anymore? Let's continue talking about Feng Tianyin. I only heard that it is from Maoshan." The secret treasure has the ability to increase the effect, and I don’t know anything else. Such a topic worth learning, why don’t you continue?”

Qiao Que's face was bloodshot: "I just thought of it suddenly. The five seals of sealing the sky are scattered in the universe of the Suoyao Tower. If bad guys get them, it will cause unpredictable consequences..."

438 felt something was wrong: "So?"

Qiao Que cupped his fists: "... Isn't this the Infinity Gem?! My master told me that if you practice hard, you will have a chance to become a superhero. It turns out it's true!"

438 was heartbroken: "...You are a spiritual practitioner, want to take the 800-meter test, become a diplomat, and also want to become a superhero? Can't the goal of cultivating immortals be simpler? For example... Immortality? Flying clouds and fog? Practicing elixir? Yang Yang The crane... and then ranks in the fairy class."

Qiao Que, the second-year patient, was completely rebellious: "No. Because it sounds like a land father's dream! It's not new century spirituality at all!"