Chapter 116
The captain carefully felt the route of energy flow in his body. This was a rare opportunity and he must remember it.
The players he brought this time are all smart, so he shouldn't have to worry about them.
After the power transmission, Lu Daju stood up and leaned against the counter, holding a small, exquisite, and technologically advanced pistol. He said it was an electronic pulse pistol, given to him as a gift. It was quite cute, and the bullets were round batteries.
The captain was still recording the route with his eyes closed. Lu Daju didn't sleep either. He waited for him to open his eyes and waved the wooden cang in his hand: "The mental method for practicing basic internal skills is a gift to you in return. After all, your country and I have a close connection." Even if the world is different, the other country in the parallel world is also where he was born, so it's no big deal to take care of it a little more.
The captain opened his eyes and felt like he was sleepwalking. The energy flowing through his veins made him feel tingling and numb. His whole body felt as relaxed as if he had received a massage. It was more like he was walking on a cloud. He shook his head to shake off the psychedelic feeling, but the aftereffects were quite strong. "What is that entering my body?"
Under the guidance of the master here, energy flowed into his body. As it flowed, he slowly felt many things in the air sinking and floating, slowly being drawn in and merging into his body. Following the flow of that energy, he finally merged with it.
"The formation of a strange essence, isn't this what you've been looking for?" Lu Daju gestured back and forth with the wooden barrel in his hand, aiming at the armchair he often sat on. "You should all be familiar with those myths and legends. You've all heard of the revival of spiritual energy. It's similar to this, except that humans have degenerated and are insensitive to these energies. At the same time, these strange things existing in the world are more sensitive than you, quickly absorbing these energies, forming a form that can devour your lives. It's like a war between two ideologies."
The captain frowned, feeling a little regretful. If he had known earlier that he had to let Professor Ai come, all he could do now was to write down every word the other party said.
Lu Daju still pulled the trigger. Under the influence of this new type of electromagnetic weapon, his armchair was torn into pieces like a piece of cardboard thrown into the eye of a storm. The ghosts busy in the theater immediately felt the threat of this weapon and retreated far away to stand against the wall: "This weapon is good. It is very suitable for dealing with weirdness. It is a natural nemesis." After saying that, Lu Daju walked up and picked up the only armrest of the armchair that could still be seen. In the blink of an eye, the shattered fragments were attracted together and formed a complete armchair in Lu Daju's hand.
He placed the armchair in the middle of the theater hall, sat down leisurely, and waved his hand to let the singing continue on the stage, just like he had done countless times before.
"Alright, this transaction is complete. You can leave now." The singing and dancing continued on the stage. Lu Daju picked up his teacup and took a sip of Yunshan Wuya tea. He dismissed the guests without a second thought. Then he thought, "But I'm quite interested in the little mushrooms. If you can get them to trade with me, I'll definitely treat you well."
The captain shook his head without hesitation: "That's absolutely impossible. Even if the country holds it, there will be various social problems, let alone trading it."
He waved to the man facing the stage with his back to him and let him go.
Lu Daju didn't force it at all. He clapped his hands on his thighs to keep the rhythm, accompanying the humming on the stage, and looked quite relaxed.
The old color disappears when people pass by
The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song
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The captain left the theater and looked back at the stage frozen in time. Such a character could not be found in either official history or unofficial history. They did not believe that such a character would be buried in history. As everyone guessed, this person's background must be closely related to them.
And the things he took out made those who had only heard of them jealous, not to mention they knew their importance.
The people had walked a long way away. Lu Daju picked up the teacup again and looked up at the waiter in surprise. This waiter worked in this building. He was always quick-witted and quick-handed, and never stopped adding tea.
There was a glimmer of light in the gray and dead eyes of this godly waiter. He looked at the captain in military uniform who was leaving with envy in his eyes.
Lu Daju put down the empty teacup in his hand: "Why should I be envious?" These ghosts who regained their human form because of him have been very considerate during this period. He does not suggest fulfilling some of their little wishes. What is there to envy? If they want, they can also learn how to use energy.
"Yes, sir, these people look tall and strong with meat on their bodies, so they must be able to eat well." Hearing the sir's voice, he immediately retracted his gaze. He was neglecting the sir, but the sir had a good temper: "When I was alive, I never had a full stomach. Later, there was a plague and the city was closed. In the end, there was no food in the city. I died of starvation. After death, I don't need to eat. I have never had a full stomach, so I envy those who have food to eat."
The waiter was small and thin, with sunken cheeks, and looked like one of those underdeveloped boys in elementary school, a child who had endured hardship. In the teahouse, he had learned to read people's expressions and flatter others, just to make a living, but in the end, he still starved to death.
"You want to eat a full meal?"
"Yes, I heard from them that in my hometown, no one dies of hunger anymore. I want to go and see what my hometown, where no one starves to death, looks like now."
In Lu Daju's impression, this waiter has always revealed a flattering cleverness, is very good at reading people's eyes, can keep quiet, and will also talk incessantly when you need him. But in those dark eyes, the first time he saw this kind of light, it was a hope, a desire.
"Yes, as long as you give up your obsession, you can break the connection with the strange formation. Without the restraints, you can become a fetus again and see the world you want to see."
"Let go?" This might be the first time in the waiter's life that he thought about this kind of question. What to let go of? Let go of the desire for life when dying, let go of the hatred under the pain and despair. Yes, as long as he let go, he could be reborn.
At that moment, the line connecting him to the ghost town was broken. The waiter, who was already a soul, also felt his whole body relax and floated upwards involuntarily. He knew that he had let go.
The waiter smiled at the master again. There was no flattery in his smile, only happiness and gratitude. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Apart from kowtowing, he didn't know what else he could do for the master.
"Let's go." Uncle Lu just snapped his fingers, and a tiny bit of energy carried the soul that had no weight at all and pulled it out of the ghost town.
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