Chapter 125 It's hot, so hot!
"Aaaaaaaah..."
"What the hell is this?"
Before Biaozi and his gang could react, they were hurled upside down into the air.
Biaozi, head down, saw a tiny tree-like figure standing on the courtyard wall: "Big brother... the tree has turned into a person..."
Chi Yanzhou and his group opened the temple door and strode out: "Get out or die?"
Biaozi, his face flushed, struggled in mid-air like a crab hanging upside down: "You fucking bastard, how dare you talk to my boss like that? Show some respect!"
Huang Yang and his group unleashed their supernatural powers—water jets, fireballs, and golden knives—to smash the vines, but the dark green vines not only remained unharmed but also multiplied wildly.
In the blink of an eye, the dozens of people behind were wrapped up in dense green cocoons, with only their terrified and distorted faces showing.
"Idiot! Shut up!" Scarface slammed his head into Biaozi, making his eyes roll back. Turning to Chi Yanzhou, he instantly switched to a fawning smile: "Brothers, it's a misunderstanding! We came this way because we saw the lights, we meant no harm..."
The vines suddenly tightened, and screams rose and fell.
Scarface: "Big brother, let's get lost..."
A clear, cool female voice came from inside the courtyard: "Zhizhi."
The little tree man reluctantly released the vines, and dozens of people immediately fell to the ground like dumplings.
The rising dust was mixed with screams of pain and the crisp sound of teeth hitting the ground.
"roll."
Five minutes later, by the roadside, a group of people, their faces bruised and battered, sat on the ground watching the temple lights come back on.
Biaozi clutched his swollen cheekbone, blood mixed with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Big Brother, let's just throw explosives and blow them up..."
A flash of cold light...
Biaozi's eyes suddenly widened as blood spurted from his neck. He looked at his side in disbelief: "Big...brother...why..."
Huang Yang kicked Biaozi's gradually limp body away, took the blood-stained dagger from the scarred man's hand, wiped it on his sleeve, and handed it back.
"Brother, all the tires are flat, but we have spares in the trunk. Let's hurry and get a few drivable cars together, and head forward before it gets too hot to find a new place to stay."
Scarface took the dagger Huang Yang had wiped clean, then suddenly grinned: "Good lad."
He stood up, patted Huang Yang on the shoulder, leaving a bright red handprint on the other's clothes: "Let's go! Back to the car!"
The group disappeared within Lu Nange's mental energy range, and Lu Nange then withdrew her mental energy.
The smell of blood on the highway had not yet dissipated.
Biaozi's body suddenly convulsed, and his joints made cracking sounds.
It suddenly opened its eyes, its pupils turning a murky red, and a hoarse "hoarse" sound squeezed out of its throat.
A level-two superhuman, he opened his eyes and became a level-two zombie; his movements were far faster than those of ordinary zombies.
The twisted limbs propped up the body at an eerie angle, and blood was still dripping from the rolled-up wound on the neck.
He sniffled, following the scent of living people, and staggered toward the direction where Scarface and his gang had left.
Under the moonlight, the distorted figure moved faster and faster...
......
Nothing happened that night.
The temple was quiet, with morning light streaming through the windows.
As the sun rises, the temperature climbs rapidly, like a pot of oil being ignited.
The bluestone slabs in the courtyard began to emit distorted heat waves, and even the air became scorching hot.
Lu Xici and Gu Qi, who were on night watch in the latter half of the night, had to retreat back to the meditation room, their backs already soaked with sweat.
Inside the three meditation rooms, a dozen or so bowls of ice melted continuously under the blowing of fans, leaving water stains on the ground, but it could only barely maintain the temperature needed for survival.
As noon approached, the heatwave intensified.
The food was all with Lu Nange, but the group couldn't even leave the meditation room; the wind seeping through the crack in the door felt like scorching flames.
Gangzi flapped its wings back and forth in the corridor, and with each flap, tiny ice crystals fell.
The temperature finally dropped a little, and taking advantage of the brief coolness, everyone quickly entered Lu Xici's room.
Gu Qi and Gangzi added more than a dozen bowls of ice, which lowered the temperature in the room, and everyone finally had a better appetite.
I ate some refreshing food.
After the meal, Lu Nange stuck the thermometer out the window crack, and the dial instantly shot to the top: "Sixty degrees."
He Zhuo slumped beside the ice basin, utterly exhausted: "Sixty degrees? Can't I just walk out and serve it directly to the table?"
Gu Qi: "I reckon we can have grilled meat in three minutes, and it'll even have a nice charred aroma."
Gangzi flapped its wings vigorously, creating gusts of cool breeze in the corridor.
Gu Qi worked with it to continuously replenish ice blocks to each meditation room, and soon a layer of white frost formed on the rim of the basin.
Lu Nange took out several stacks of books, tablets, phones, and toys from her spatial storage: "It's unbearably hot, I need to find something to do."
Each person picked out something that interested them and returned to their respective meditation rooms.
The temperature finally dropped to a tolerable level as the setting sun dyed the window frames orange-red.
Then everyone gradually came out of their rooms, placed ice blocks around, and prepared dinner, and the quiet temple became lively again.
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