Chapter 108 Chapter 108

In the air-raid shelter.

A group of people formed a Chinese character "衆". The person at the top tilted his neck and put his ear against the roof with a solemn expression. The people below held him up with grimace, swaying and trying to keep steady. For a moment, the scene was a little funny.

"Stop shaking, stop shaking. My ears are irritating!"

"Can you hear me? What's going on?"

"We can't hold on any longer—"

"How can I hear it... Wait, hush - don't make a sound, I think I heard it." The man stretched out his finger and paused, holding his breath and listening carefully to the movement outside.

Everyone suddenly quieted down.

"It seems they are still fighting."

"That's nonsense. The ground is shaking like this, so who doesn't know there's a fight going on up there?"

"No, it seemed like they were hitting harder. I heard explosions and biubiubiu sounds."

"Could it be that the troops are coming?"

"Listen carefully."

“…”

"Mom, when can we go home? I'm so sleepy."

"Be good and go to sleep. You can go home when you wake up." Someone comforted in a low voice.

"Okay~"

Someone sighed: "The world is really in chaos now, all kinds of monsters have come out. When I was outside just now, I thought I was going to get into trouble."

"Fortunately, we are not completely blind. There are many people protecting us." Someone comforted.

"Hey! I finally remembered what I was going to say!" Someone slapped her thigh and stood up with a thump. Perhaps because everyone here was ordinary, the shackles were untied. She asked excitedly, "Do you all know that comic?"

"Comics? Why are you still reading comics at this hour? Don't you young people know what is important and what is not?"

"No, this is a serious matter, very important. Sister, I know what you are talking about. That comic was drawn by the old thief - no, Liuhe, right?" Breaking her usual habit of spamming the Internet, she didn't react for a while.

"That's right." The girl pulled out a book from her schoolbag and held it up. It was the previously published comic book "Mo Wen Tian Ji".

Some people who don't read comics looked puzzled. At this point, how important can comics be?

"Well, let me explain it briefly. This comic was drawn by a cartoonist named Liuhe. It tells the story of people with special powers fighting monsters. But unfortunately, the content in the comic coincides with real things happening in reality. The people in the comic really exist in reality, and the monsters in the comic also exist in reality. Yes, they are the ones we see outside."

Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while. After a long while, someone finally spoke up with difficulty: "So, a long time ago, someone used comics to tell us the true appearance of the world?"

"Yes, but unfortunately, everyone just read comics for fun before, and no one thought about it in this way."

The girl turned to the appendix at the back of the book, which contained a lot of weird information and how to deal with it. Previously, everyone thought that Liuhe had deliberately added Easter eggs to make the comic world more complete. Now, it seems that Liuhe may have anticipated this.

This appendix, rather than being an Easter egg, is more of a doomsday survival manual for ordinary people.

"After living for so many years, this is the first time I realize that this world is so rich and colorful. I wish I had super powers too." Someone sighed.

"As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. If you had superpowers, you would be out there fighting monsters right now."

"So what? If I had the ability, I would definitely go out and kill the enemy and protect the people. I would not hide here and wait for others to rescue me."

"Yeah, that's great."

Some people gathered around and were talking about something. They realized the problems that could not be said before the comics. It was fine if it happened less frequently, but once it happened more frequently, someone would notice something was wrong.

"It's strange. When those psychics were here, I wanted to talk about the comics but I forgot about it the second I turned around. I just remembered it now."

"Me too, it's like someone doesn't want us to say it out loud. Is someone targeting us?"

"No, it's probably not targeting us, but they don't want the psychics to know."

“It seems to be true.”

"So, the comic book is a secret that only belongs to us 'mortals'. Just like they hid it from us before, we can't tell them either? My goodness, that must be a big deal. A lot of people have read this comic book."

"It's possible that it was done by the old thief Liuhe. Think about it, what kind of person could give us the plot in advance and not be punished, and allow the comic to spread so widely?"

Someone counted on his fingers and listed them one by one: "You see the characters that appear in it, the director of the Supernatural Bureau, the president of the academy, the leader of the demon tribe, the high-ranking officials, and even a big shot like Yuheng, he drew them all, and he is not afraid of being troubled by others later - oh, that's not right, he may have confused our memory because he didn't want to be discovered by these people.

"But how did he know about the existence of these people, even knowing the details so well? This shows how arrogant Liuhe is. It is very likely that 'he' or 'she' is a high-ranking official there." The man became more and more excited as he spoke, and he felt that he had discovered the truth.

"Someone high up? Yeah, that makes sense. No wonder I couldn't find any information about Liuhe before."

"Wow, I've made it big. The big guys draw comics for me, and I can still call them old thieves."

“There is no greater highlight in life than this.”

Gossip may be a gene ingrained in human nature. When they talk like this, their attention is all drawn to the gossip, and their fear is relieved a lot. This is also something they are deliberately controlling.

After reading comics, everyone also knows the relationship between fear and weirdness.

They flipped through the comics, watching the protagonists grow from ignorant teenagers to mature adults, and they were filled with emotion. The comics were real, the events really happened, and the characters in them really existed. This meant that there really were three young people like them who risked their lives to protect their safety.

No, more than that. These three young men are just a tiny shadow among many superpowers. The stable life of ordinary people over the years is built on their silent contributions.

"We can't cause any more trouble for them. They've already worked hard to protect us and fight those monsters. If we get scared, wouldn't that just make things worse?"

"That's right, let's have some fun, be happy, and don't be afraid!"

"Who would be afraid?"

"We will win, we will."

…

On another battlefield.

The superpower team cooperated with the many families guarding here to resist the strange waves. Because the combat power was sufficient, the official did not send troops here.

Seeing that the strange had been defeated, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they were caught off guard by an attack from behind. The superpowers who fought bravely on the front line could never have imagined that one day the sharp blade stabbing them would come from behind.

The psychic turned around in disbelief, only to see that his companion, who had previously fought alongside him, was now like a demon, stabbing a sharp blade into his body with a ferocious face.

"Why...shouldn't we...face the enemy together..." The psychic slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Sorry, you are too much of a nuisance, we don't need you here." The man said as he drew his sword, not caring whether the psychic lived or died. On this battlefield, all the psychics who came to support were stabbed in the back, without exception.

Behind that person, a group of people wearing ancient costumes gradually gathered. Their clothes were pure white and looked like immortals, just like the noble and pure monks in the legend. But the irony was that now these people were covered in blood and looked crazy.

"You are betraying me...Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the higher-ups in the future?"

"Why would you need to tell me about it later? You can report it now and say that the Shen family has joined forces with other clans to rebel and join the strange forces. Guess how much energy they can spare to deal with us now?"

Looking at the angry eyes of the superpowers, the so-called "aristocratic families" laughed in unison: "Who wants to fight against you? They are just guys with inferior bloodlines. What qualifications do they have to be on an equal footing with us?"

"We will eventually regain our former glory in the new world."

"The human race should be under our rule!"

They looked crazy, talking to each other like brainwashed cult members. However, unlike ordinary cult members, these people had a stronger destructive power.

Behind them, the strange tide finally broke through the defense line and rushed straight to the safe zone behind them. The psychics wanted to stop it but were powerless and could only watch the tragedy happen.

Just when everyone was in despair, a chilling sword aura swept over from afar, completely erasing the weirdness of the show of force.

"Really? If that's the case, there's no need for you to live any longer."

Shen Liuxue's voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears. She was holding a precious sword that exuded coldness and walked towards the crowd step by step. She looked very fierce, with sword wounds of various sizes all over her body, all sealed with ice. But as she walked, blood continued to drip from her clothes.

No matter if they were from aristocratic families or people with special abilities, everyone had the same thought in their mind: How on earth did she survive such an injury?

"Shen Liuxue? Aren't you locked up in a confinement room?"

"Wait, the sword in her hand..."

"That is the magic sword left by our ancestors. How did you get it? This is impossible. No one has been able to break the seal on it in the past three thousand years. How did you do it?"

How is it possible? What is impossible to get? Shen Liuxue has lost count of how many times she has almost died. She is still able to hold on until now because of the energy that is constantly fed back to her by the magic sword.

If you want to unlock the seal on the sword, you must first pass the trial in the sword space - that is, the sword array in the confined room.

Shen Liuxue had made a lot of preparations for this day, from the initial exploration in the confinement room to the life-threatening test in the nightmare, she finally figured out some ways. After returning to the family this time, she also deliberately angered the clan leader, and was locked up in the confinement room. The sword wounds on her body were all caused by the trial of the God-worshipping Sword.

It's funny to say that the confinement room that the Shen family members avoid is actually a test left by the Sword Immortal three thousand years ago to select qualified successors. It's a pity that after so long, no one has discovered it, and instead used it as a means of torturing the family members. I wonder what the Sword Immortal would think in his grave.

"Although I haven't fully mastered these powers, it doesn't matter. It's more than enough for dealing with some garbage." She didn't want to endure it anymore, so she raised her hand and swung the sword.

"Take your beautiful dreams with you and go to hell!"

…

"A divine artifact with a living being? What do you mean by a living being?" The old man stood up in shock, not even noticing that he had pulled out a lock of his beard.

"A divine weapon." Shen Linan continued to make his moves calmly.

"How can a sacred object have a living being? This is impossible."

"How can a divine weapon be impossible? It's not like you haven't seen one before."

"That's different." The old man shook his head, looking worried. "All divine weapons can give birth to spiritual intelligence, except this one. Between heaven and earth, if an existence reaches the pinnacle in a certain aspect, then it must have defects corresponding to this level. With its status, it is impossible for it to give birth to a spiritual weapon."

"The way of balance has ceased to exist since the invasion of these foreign races. Now, it's your turn."

The old man sighed and sat down again: "So, does he know about this?"

"When the plan was first formulated, he was not aware of it. As for now, I don't know whether he has discovered it or not."

"I hope we can keep it a secret for a while. He has endured enough."