Chapter 196 Chapter 196 Evil Thoughts Become Demons

In order to prevent the unfortunate people from noticing his gloating, Meng Wenshi deliberately lowered his voice when speaking.

Little did they know that danger was approaching quickly.

Seeing this, the Awakened One hanging upside down on the streetlight quickly warned: "Be careful, it's on the ground, it's coming!"

He Junxia looked down at the ground. Some gray threads that were easily overlooked by the naked eye were surrounding them along the concrete floor.

He Junxia immediately grabbed Meng Wenshi's collar and threw him back. The gray thread unwillingly raised its body and pounced on the young man's ankle in mid-air like a flexible gray snake.

He Junxia summoned the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron to block the attack of the silk thread, and Meng Wenshi used his clever strength to turn over and land steadily on the ground.

He looked closely and asked, "What the hell is this thing?" It looks like a rope but it's not a rope, and it looks like a snake but it's not a snake.

The hung male awakened person said: "It may be a demonized and mutated plant."

He Junxia recognized the identity of this unlucky guy by his voice - Lou Caiying, a second-level awakener, whose spiritual weapon was three thin needles.

He turned to look at the person on another street lamp, and quickly locked onto her identity in his mind: Shan Zi, a second-level awakener, whose spiritual weapon was a long whip.

Logically speaking, it should be a piece of cake for two second-level attack-type awakeners to deal with a first-level monster, but they were completely powerless to resist.

Is this a trick?

Something is wrong, both streetlights seem to be on.

He Junxia narrowed his eyes and looked up at the light bulb, a subtle flicker of light entering his field of vision. From his perspective, the faces of the two upside-down awakeners were extremely ferocious.

Shan Zi saw his own ghost-like appearance reflected in the young man's pupils and closed his eyes in despair. "Be careful, don't let it get wrapped around your legs, or you'll lose your ability to move immediately."

"But why is it only chasing me and ignoring Song Qizheng..."

The fierce attack of the gray line forced Meng Wenshi to jump up and down in a mess, but completely ignored the other young man, as if he did not exist at all.

"Come over to my side."

He Junxia was also completely confused, but he knew that Meng Wenshi could not hold on for long.

He used the enlarged Soul-Suppressing Cauldron to block Meng Wenshi's attacks again and again. This behavior seemed to anger the gray lines, and in an instant, countless black lines surged from all directions, surrounding the two of them.

That's not quite accurate.

The dense black threads were woven into an airtight net, but they perfectly bypassed the place where He Junxia was.

“Why?!”

Meng Wenshi was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. He quickly picked a small blue flower and put it in his mouth, waving the rapidly growing vines to whip the gray net that was rushing towards him.

He Junxia stared at the gray filament thoughtfully, then looked at the two people hanging from the streetlight and asked, "Do you have a company or factory at home?"

"What does this have to do with it? Song Qizheng, come and help me, I can't hold on any longer."

Meng Wenshi swung the vine in his hand and hung it on the tree. He used the force to leap like a nimble monkey, avoiding the net woven by the gray silk thread.

He Junxia reached out and grabbed Meng Wenshi, who was swinging over, and smiled gently: "Have you ever heard the saying that capitalists should be hung on streetlights?"

"Street lights?" Meng Wenshi's brain froze, and after several seconds he collapsed, holding his head in his hands. "Can a small shopping mall in my family be considered capital?"

"And wasn't this sixth-level demon possessed by demonic energy eliminated by Captain Yan just last month? How come it's making a comeback again?"

"Damn it, damn it, you're so persistent in pestering me, I'm really convinced."

"Perhaps the resentment the masses harbor towards the capitalists is too strong." He Junxia retracted the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron and smashed it hard against the rotten street lamp where the Awakened One was hanging. "Go blow up the other street lamp."

Meng Wenshi had more questions to ask, but his body reacted first. A small yellow flower floated toward the streetlight, and the moment they touched, a loud explosion echoed.

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

Two tall street lamps collapsed, huge black gas overflowed from the bodies of the street lamps, and dense gray silk threads disappeared.

He Junxia quickly grabbed the two awakened people who fell headfirst, preventing them from being split by the concrete floor.

Lou Caiying was still in shock and took a few breaths before saying, "Thanks, brother."

After thanking him, Shan Zi asked curiously, "If the street lamp is the main body of the monster, then what are those gray threads?"

"It can't be the shadow of a street lamp, right?"

Meng Wenshi looked at the spiritual weapon with a distressed look on his face, now missing a small flower. The yellow flower could explode, with a detonation effect comparable to a grenade, doubling its lethality against monsters. It was his most effective attack method at the moment.

The only drawback is the scarcity of them.

His spiritual weapon can only produce three yellow flowers every day, and the flowers will disappear if they are not used within two hours after leaving the vine.

"Congratulations, you got half of it right."

He Junxia retracted the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron and pointed at the collapsed street lamp, which still had a faint glow from the bulb. "The gray thread is the light from the street lamp."

Shanzi: ...

Lou Caiying: ...

Meng Wenshi: ...

The three of them couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound, and Shan Zi suddenly realized, "I was wondering why my whip didn't work. It turns out it hit the projection."

The two were extremely ashamed.

As second-level awakeners, they saw that the gray thread was a first-level monster and rushed forward without caring about it. As a result, they exhausted all their energy and were hung on the street lamp before they could react.

Song Qizhen keenly discovered the problem shortly after arriving and eliminated the monster in less than a few minutes.

How embarrassing.

The old man in front of the screen said cheerfully, "Captain Xie, I'm quite optimistic about this kid. If you don't want him, I'll take him away."

The tall, muscular man also said, "He's brave and resourceful, a good prospect. Our team is in need of a strong attacker with defensive capabilities."

"Who said I don't want it?"

Xie Ran looked at the young man on the screen, and a smile finally appeared on his serious face: "Lieutenant General Zhang, Captain Yan, your team is not short of strong attackers."

"One has Yang Tonghong, the other has Shao Yuchen. It's so hard to find a good talent in H City. Please be kind and give it to me."

After hearing this, neither of them said anything else.

Some time ago, half of the core members of the Shuiyun Brigade died in the demonized campus in L City, and they were in urgent need of reinforcements.

They are competing with Xie Ran for people. Regardless of whether the higher-ups agree or not, the two provinces of southern and northern Tianjin, which are under the responsibility of the Shuiyun Brigade, will definitely cause trouble first.

Furthermore, Song Qizheng was originally an Awakener from City H, and he might have already reached a verbal agreement with Xie Ran. They might not be able to snatch it, and it would also affect the relationship between several Awakener brigades.

"But why didn't the demonized street lamp attack you?"

After the two unlucky guys ran away with red faces, Meng Wenshi asked the doubts in the hearts of the people in front of the screen.

He Junxia thought seriously for a moment: "Maybe I'm poor?"

Meng Wenshi was amused by his seriousness in saying he was poor. He laughed out loud, "You're so funny! How can an awakened person be poor?"

He Junxia: stare.jpg

Meng Wenshi's laughter grew quieter and quieter, until it finally died down. He scratched his head, "You really don't have any money, do you? You're a Level 2 Awakener."

"The salary the government gives you alone is over 10,000 yuan a month, not to mention all the other miscellaneous subsidies and rewards."

He Junxia: "I just joined the Special Branch last November."

"Last November?" Meng Wenshi was a little embarrassed. "Hey, my memory isn't very good. There seems to be a monster over there. Let's go take a look."

Meng Wenshi took the initiative to change the subject.

Under the guidance of the spiritual weapon Three Flower Vine, they overcame all obstacles along the way. Before the first day was over, Meng Wenshi's points had reached the standard, and even exceeded it by 1 point.

He pointed to an abandoned hotel and said, "There are no monsters in this hotel. Why don't we rest here tonight?"

The hotel lobby was covered in dust, with arrogant spiders occupying the space in front of the door, exuding an air of decay and desolation.

He Juanxia: "I have no problem, but you?"

His mysophobia had long disappeared after being tempered in several mission worlds, and he had no problem sleeping on the floor.

He still vividly remembered the scene of Meng Wenshi piling up eight suitcases in the living room, and he almost replaced the bed provided by the base.

"That's fine with me!"

Meng Wenshi's voice suddenly rose several degrees, like a stressed animal.

He Junxia:?

He said sincerely, "I don't mean anything else. Anyway, we still have a lot of time, so we can find a more comfortable place to rest."

Meng Wenshi shook his head frantically: "No, no, I think this hotel is fine."

"OK."

Since Meng Wenshi insisted that it was not necessary, He Junxia didn't say anything more.

The two of them covered their noses and cleared away the dust, then found a relatively clean double room to stay overnight.

Meng Wenshi took off the dusty sheets and quilt cover, and carefully checked the mattress. Only after confirming that there were no insects left did he sit on it with confidence.

He looked around, as if to confirm whether there were any surveillance cameras in the room. After a long while, he said with a wilted voice, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to find a cleaner place, it's just that I have no other choice."

He Junxia raised an eyebrow and said in a very supportive tone: "Why?"

Meng Wenshi said with a bitter face: "Do you still remember the fourth training period? I was always deemed unqualified and had to do extra training?"

He Junxia nodded: "I remember."

There was a project in the fourth training session that required climbing into a mud pit. Meng Wenshi had to do it seven or eight times each time to pass. After returning to the dormitory, he wished he could rub his entire skin off.

Meng Wenshi complained: "That was Instructor Zhang who knew I had mysophobia and was deliberately trying to make trouble for me."

Although sometimes his movements were not 100% standard, it was not so bad that he would have to do them seven or eight times to pass.

Deliberately targeted?

He Junxia thought about it and quickly understood Zhang Guan's true intention. Perhaps he was "deliberately targeting" Meng Wenshi and his family's instructions.

He Junxia said that he could do nothing to help.

Meng Wenshi lay on his cot, stroking his once-hated buzz cut, muttering to himself, "After this training, I'm going to clean myself up. I've become a country bumpkin, and those scoundrel friends will surely laugh at me."

He Junxia joked, "Be careful, Instructor Zhang might take you back for retraining."

Meng Wenshi paused and said stiffly, "It shouldn't be...right?"

He already had the answer in his mind.

Instructor Zhang might not, but my uncle would definitely not let him have a good life.

"Forget it, a buzz cut is also good."

He Junxia checked the layout of the room, made sure the doors and windows were tightly closed, and set up some small traps before closing his eyes to rest.

late at night

The moon is hazy

The room was pitch dark with the blackout curtains drawn, and Meng Wenshi was already snoring comfortably.

However, the young man on the other bed quietly opened his eyes when he was supposed to meet Zhou Gong.

The concentration of demonic energy in the room exceeded the limit.