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Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and carefully felt the movements of this alien, and found that this was an extremely draining matter.

Therefore, with my current strength, even if I wanted to be a "hunter" and chase and kill aliens every day, I guess my spiritual consciousness would not be able to withstand the consumption, and the tracking would be exhausted after a while.

"The biggest advantage is that if there is a foreign race near me, I can get feedback immediately."

"Judging from the current level, it should be within a radius of four to five miles with me as the center."

Lu Xun sensed the alien's position again, and then he was surprised to find that the other person seemed to be the same as him...

——On the way?

He's moving in the same direction!

Direction to Lotus Village!

"It seems that he should be going near the altar." Lu Xun said in his heart.

At this time, Lu Xun suddenly realized a problem that he had overlooked.

"I can sense alien races because I absorbed the mysterious beads. The beads contain part of the energy of the altar."

"The aliens were transmitted from the altar, and they carry the aura of the altar, so they can be sensed by me."

"But the crux of the matter is - the altar was made by a foreign race!"

Yes, just like when he first met Bai Beiqiu, it was at the altar. The altar was still half-finished, and Bai Beiqiu was helping it take shape.

"Then, if every foreign race is transmitted from the altar, and every altar is built by a foreign race, then it doesn't make sense."

"It's like the classic question: which came first, the chicken or the egg."

Of course, if the setting is changed and it is not assumed that all alien races rely on altars for teleportation, nor that all altars are established by alien races, then there is no need to think about this issue.

What needs to be thought about at that time is: What other modes of descent do aliens have?

Or...if the aliens are indeed transported by the altar, but the first altar was not built by the natural aliens. Who made it?

Lu Xun shook his head and stopped thinking about it, because it was useless no matter how much he thought about it at the moment.

This involves the origin of the main mission [Alien Invasion]. At this stage, even the large-scale alien invasion has not yet arrived, and the plot line has not yet developed to this part.

When he traveled through time, the plot line had not yet developed to this point.

The issue that is more suitable for Lu Xun to consider at the moment is - why can't I feel the location of the altar?

Yes, there was a hint of the altar in the foreign race, and he could locate it, but Lu Xun couldn't locate the altar itself!

He has now controlled the paper crane and flown within three miles of Lotus Village, but still has not sensed the aura of the altar next to Lotus Village.

"Maybe it's because of the restrictions and disguise of the altar." Lu Xun said in his heart.

After all, even the great practitioners could not detect where the altar was. The players found and destroyed the altar in the first place because of various intertwined reasons.

"If I can locate the altar, I can directly recruit the third senior brother to be my bodyguard, wander around the world, destroy every one I sense, and start directly from the source!" Lu Xun felt a little regretful.

In this case, it's like playing a game and directly demolishing the enemy's crystal before the troops line is released. Not to mention how cool it is.

And the rewards that dismantling the altar can bring are extremely rich... The special attribute point rewards alone are enough to make Lu Xun feel satisfied.

Although it is a random attribute point and you need to draw it by yourself, no matter how dark your face is, you won’t never be able to draw [Swordsmanship Qualification], right?

Maybe one day if you are not careful, you will become a [True Born Sword Fetus]!

I feel happy just thinking about it.

At this thought, Lu Xun felt even more regretful.

Facts have proved that people must learn to think about problems.

Because while thinking about it, you can discover...

——Not only can I not understand this problem, but I will also find more problems!

Lu Xun thought about it, and then thought of something wrong.

"When the third senior brother killed the aliens, he was sent by my husband. He also left a mark on the aliens so that the third senior brother could be responsible for tracking them."

"Third Senior Brother said that for Sir, quietly applying a mark within a certain range is nothing more than a trivial matter."

"However, this also shows that sir can easily sense aliens and locate them easily!"

"I don't know how sir did it."

"Is it because his own strength is ridiculously strong, beyond my imagination, or is it because of other reasons?"

"It seems that after returning to the clan, I need to come up with a more reasonable excuse to explore my husband's words."

Well, a reasonable excuse is very important, otherwise it will be easy to expose some of his biggest secrets.

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Outside Lianhua Village, a rural couple was walking on a path in the fields.

They took all the tools they used for farm work and were heading to their farmland.

The man is not strong, and in the entire Lotus Village, he is relatively thin and weak.

Although the woman is not very white and her dress is rustic, she has a slim figure and curvy figure, and she looks like the kind of person who is easy to give birth to.

There is quite a bit of beauty in this Lotus Village.

There is a suona hanging on the man's waist.

Along the way, when he had nothing to do, he would take off the suona and play a few times.

As we all know, Suona may not look big, but its sound is really loud.

His two casual blows alerted the surrounding birds, which flapped their wings and flew away, obviously startled by the sudden sound.

Looking at the man who was happily playing the suona, the woman secretly frowned.

She was so aggressive that she just went up and kicked the man lightly, then said: "Blow, blow, blow! You know how to blow! You can't make much money, but you still blow every day! You have to let A Bao learn from you!"

After being lightly kicked, the man didn't feel angry at all. He smiled and wiped off the mud and dust on his pants and said, "You sewed these pants. If you don't feel bad if they get dirty, I still feel bad!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to defend himself: "What's wrong with me asking A Bao to learn to play suona from me? This is a skill left by our ancestors, so you can't stop it from me, right?"

The woman sneered angrily and said, "Then you can make a living by relying on this craft!"

Hearing this, the man couldn't talk back.

They live and eat in Lianhua Village and rarely go outside the village.

The suona is usually used during weddings and weddings, and everyone in the village knows acquaintances. If you go over to play the suona when someone is happy or sad, no matter how embarrassed you are to accept the money, the most is just a meal.

"You're not talking anymore? Why aren't you talking?" The woman looked quite unreasonable.

The man lowered his head, hung up the suona again, and stopped playing.

He knew that he actually owed something to his mother-in-law.

He is not physically strong, and when it comes to farm work, he is not as capable as other men in the village.

This indirectly leads to the fact that one's own mother-in-law has to do more work than other people's mothers-in-law.

And apart from his skill of playing the suona, he really doesn't have much else to offer.

In addition, people are very concerned about face. When asked to play suona, they were really embarrassed to accept money from the villagers.

My mother-in-law is one of the most beautiful women in the village, so she would be wronged if she followed me.

"Useless thing!" The woman didn't dare to say anything when she saw him, and pinched his waist forcefully, expressing her dissatisfaction.

After pinching him, he added something even more hurtful: "Not like a man!"

After walking to their farmland, the couple began to do farm work under the scorching sun.

Not long after, a black shadow fell from the sky, startling the couple.

people! People flying down from the sky!

The visitor was a man with narrow eyes. He frowned and glanced at the couple, muttering to himself: "It's only been a year since I came to the altar, and the wasteland outside the altar has been turned into farmland. It's really troublesome."

"These ants in the Tianchen Continent are really unpopular."

Then, without thinking, he waved his left hand, and a black light appeared, slashing at the woman with a dull face and whose legs were weak from fright.

"Are you... going to die?" This was the woman's last thought.

The next moment, she didn't feel pain, but felt a burning sensation, like hot water splashing on her body.

Blood red water.

The man who was insulted and kicked by her, who was useless in his eyes and who wanted to save face and suffer, stood in front of her.

A huge hole was bleeding.

The man lowered his head and glanced at the holes in his body and the clothes that were torn apart by the black light.

His clothes and pants were all made by his mother-in-law after doing farm work.

His mother-in-law's craftsmanship is the best in the village.

Every stitch, every stitch, is all hard work.

He is so precious. After being kicked, his first reaction was to pat the dirty area clean.

If the old clothes hadn't been accidentally broken and couldn't be worn anymore, he would definitely not be wearing them when he came to do farm work today.

Women say he doesn't look like a man. Indeed, he is always the son of a mother-in-law.

But fortunately at that moment, he was decisive enough.

Rather, it was an instinctive reaction.

"Ta——" with a sound, the man fell to the ground.

The suona on his waist was cut into two pieces by the black light before and rolled to the side.

Before the man died, he glanced at his clothes dimly.

It's funny to say that his last thought was:

"My mother-in-law just made it and I haven't worn it for a few days. What a pity!"

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(PS: The third update will indeed be written until late at night. Please give me a monthly ticket at three in the morning!)