Chapter 270: Lord Jiang Almost Lost Control
"No more?"
Looking at the projection that turned into snowflakes, Jiang Hou was stunned.
At this time, the screen changed, and a purple vortex one kilometer high appeared. At the bottom of the vortex was a modern building, and half of the building disappeared in the vortex.
In the square in front of the building, a woman in uniform stood at a dimly lit, sci-fi-style radio station.
"I'm sorry, Commander Jiang, due to force majeure, the call between you and General Jiang Ruochan has been disconnected and you are unable to contact him."
"It's okay. It's normal for accidents to happen in that kind of place." Jiang Hou nodded and hung up the phone.
It was already half past five, and it was almost time to get off work.
At this time, the landline on Jiang Hou's desk rang, and the voice of the front desk came: "Minister, you have a courier from Longcheng. Should I leave it at the front desk or send it directly to your office?"
Because there are so many identities and titles, these people call Jiang Hou differently.
"Put it at the front desk. I'll come down and get it later."
"yes."
The express delivery contained the scriptures that Jiang Hou had bought in the morning. As for why he bought them from that post, it was because these scriptures had annotations by the cute thief.
These ancient scriptures cannot be understood just by knowing the characters.
Everyone can recognize those words individually, but when they are combined together, most people are completely confused.
"General!"
"minister."
In the lobby on the first floor, many staff members who were leaving get off work looked at Jiang Hou as he walked out of the elevator and bowed solemnly.
Jiang Hou nodded slightly to them, and then, under the somewhat nervous gaze of the front desk staff, he put a large box of express delivery into the storage space.
After get off work, Jiang Hou did not take a special car, but walked slowly along the sidewalk towards home.
But there seemed to be a lot of things going on today. As soon as Jiang Hou left the base, his phone vibrated slightly. Zong Zheng Nanmo @ him in the group.
"Jiang Hou, where are you now?"
Jiang Hou: "Just got off work, what happened?"
"Hey, I just finished club activities too."
This tone gave Jiang Hou a feeling that this guy was a little excited and proud, but also a little strange: "What are you going to school for?"
"Uh... As a senior high school student, it's normal for me to go to school?" Zong Zheng Nanmo was a little confused by this question.
Well, Jiang Hou also reacted. There have been so many things going on recently that he had forgotten about his student status.
At this time, Zong Zheng Nanmo and Jiang Hou shared today's gossip: "Jiang Hou, after going to school today, many classmates asked me why I didn't go to class."
"These guys didn't want to play with us before, but now they know how to curry favor with this Heavenly Master, hehe." Zong Zheng Nanmo was a little proud.
"By the way, Lord Jiang, Li Mengwu also went to school today. However, seven boys confessed their love to her at different times in one day, but she politely rejected them all."
"You haven't seen the way those lickers look, they can't wait, as if they will miss another chance if they don't express their feelings quickly."
Jiang Hou just watched this guy complain. He knew that even if he didn't reply, Zong Zheng Nan Mo would keep talking until today's gossip was finished.
It was the rush hour for commuting, and the road was crowded with cars. Electric vehicles whizzed past on the auxiliary road.
Even the sidewalks under the shade of the trees were full of pedestrians, prosperous and lively, plus the gossip messages that Zong Zheng Nanmo kept sending, made Jiang Hou inexplicably a little dazed.
There is an illusion that the ruins, monsters, and resurrected demons are all fake.
There is no extraordinary power in this world, including time travel and rebirth, the power of magical weapons, and transformation into a giant beast. Everything is just his fantasy.
Fantasy! Jiang Hou glanced at the billboard in front of him with a slightly dazed look.
On the billboard on the roof of the building was a ferocious beast, and below it was the slogan of a new movie: "What are you doing when the end of the world comes?"
Boom! Jiang Hou's consciousness was shaken, and his eyes instantly became sharp, emitting a terrifying pressure.
Whoosh! ! Jiang Hou was surrounded by strong winds, his black hair was flying, and the aura leaking from his body made the pedestrians around him stiffen and their legs tremble.
Fortunately, this breath passed by in a flash.
After Lord Jiang left, the pedestrians returned to normal, but their faces showed shock and fear.
At a distant street intersection, Jiang Hou, who was waiting for the traffic light, had a serious expression on his face, because he almost lost his mind just now. What was the reason?
The resentment of evil spirits currently accumulated by the Yama Demon Sword has been completely wiped out, and the pollution from the Dharma Era, like the distracting thoughts of many people chanting Buddhist scriptures in their ears, has unknowingly weakened by 40%.
I feel that in ten days or so, the beast's ferocious and violent instincts will be able to devour and wipe out all these distracting thoughts.
So where did the influence just now come from? Externally, or within myself? Jiang Hou's eyes were gloomy, and for the first time he realized the horror of uncontrolled pollution.
Invisible matter, with no trace to be found, but it can affect consciousness and cause collapse at any time.
No wonder so many seventh-level, eighth-level, and even ninth-level demigods eventually mutated out of control.
"Lord Jiang, you're back." Just as Lord Jiang opened the door, the girl squatting in front of the sofa heard the voice, turned around, and a happy smile appeared on her face.
There was a pile of snacks on the sofa in front of Qin Siyu.
Looking at the girl with a smile as beautiful as a flower, the haze in Jiang Hou's heart instantly dissipated, and he smiled and said, "Are you coaxing your classmates to feed Fei Tong again?"
The girl wrinkled her nose immediately: "Huh!! I didn't coax them this time, they took the initiative to give it to me, saying that they had saved it up because I had been on leave for more than a week."
Meow~The white kitten on the armrest of the sofa protested.
Those snacks were said to be for it, but Qin Siyu and Jiang Hou ate them all while watching TV in the evening.
And it's not interested in those things either.
"Okay." Jiang Hou smiled.
As usual, after dinner, some people washed the dishes, and some people took a bath.
After seven
Qin Siyu, in her pajamas, sat cross-legged on the sofa, turned on the TV, selected a channel, and waited for the stupid TV series to start when Jiang Hou also sat over.
"Hey, Lord Jiang, you're not going to work today?" Qin Siyu was a little surprised.
"No hurry, just go there later."
As he spoke, Jiang Hou flipped his hand and took out a scripture with a brand new cover, and asked casually, "Si Yu, where is the plot of the TV show?"
"You mean the end of the world."
Speaking of this, Qin Siyu suddenly became excited and said enthusiastically: "Yesterday's plot was that Long Ao came to the Demon Sea and unexpectedly met his grandfather whom he had never met before when he rescued Bai Su Su, and then recognized him."
"Wait, since Long Ao has never met grandpa, how did they recognize each other?" Lord Jiang was a little confused.
"It's simple. Long Ao looks exactly like his mother, so my wealthy grandfather recognized him at a glance."
This is also OK, do these screenwriters treat the audience as fools? Jiang Hou was speechless and complained, and after complaining, he felt that this plot had a strong sense of déjà vu.
It was highly similar to what happened when he went to the Demon Sea.
The editor of this TV series seemed to know him, or even be an acquaintance of his, otherwise he would not be so familiar with what he had experienced during this period.
Lord Jiang seemed to be thinking about something.
(End of this chapter)
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