Chapter 20 What happened
The sky was hazy, clouds covered the mountain tops, and the mountain tops were covered with fog.
The air was filled with moisture and a heavy rain was about to come.
Wen Zhengming sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his living room, dozens of floors above the building, gazing at the skyscrapers shrouded in mist and rain.
During these three days, he created six characters.
The three ghosts were thrown all over the country.
This reflects what he said to Lin Qingsheng that ghosts will become the norm in the future.
Among them, two are characters with sect backgrounds, one is the guardian of Maoshan, and the other is a master of evil magic.
Another one is Wen Zhengming’s own reasonable tool.
Yes, that’s right, it’s a new vest.
The puppet represents the identity of a behind-the-scenes mastermind who is eager to create chaos in the world.
And this new identity has a new purpose.
In addition, Wen Zhengming has already determined his own cheap teacher, who is the ancestor of Dan Ding sword cultivation - Lu Dongbin.
However, Wen Zhengming's own imaginary Lu Zu was not designed by current game designers, so Wen Zhengming could only design "Lu Zu Sword Classic" through the Miscellaneous Editor:
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Clutter Editor:
Title: Fragments of "Lü Zu Sword Canon"
Conditions of use: Players
Special attribute: Cannot be destroyed by non-level 30 characters
Attribute bonus: None
Additional skills: None
Special effects: None
Additional inheritance: Sword control, Pure Yang sword technique, Flying sword
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However, this thing currently only gives Wen Zhengming three skills, and he still needs to accumulate proficiency in this swordsmanship.
After Wen Zhengming, he had to specially forge a sword and then find a place to practice sword-fighting. As for truly emerging, he would have to wait until the whole nation practiced Taoism.
As the mastermind behind all this, all Wen Zhengming had to do was stay hidden.
If you stick your head out at this time, it will be too prominent and you may easily sprain your waist.
Wen Zhengming, who was sitting on the sofa, stretched out his hand and pulled in front of him, and the azure projection of the game designer instantly unfolded in front of Wen Zhengming.
A map began to spin, and eventually the vast area of Daming Lake was enlarged.
Heavy rain fell over the vast land of Huguang.
There are many tents along the Yangtze River.
Not far away, there is a village, but it is empty now.
Lightning illuminated the earth, stretching the village buildings long and wide.
Lin Qingsheng stood in the tent, rubbing a rusty spear in his hand.
Mao Hongwei stood on one side of Lin Qingsheng, while Meng Ziyi stood on the other side.
Meng Ziyi is from the Ministry of War and is the person who assists Lin Qingsheng this time.
As for the Jinyiwei, some of them will come, but for some reasons, they haven't arrived yet.
Outside the tent, there was the sound of heavy rain falling and splashing.
"According to the news, at 2 a.m. last night, something strange happened in Dawang Village, which was similar to the shadow that appeared before the Three Gorges Square in Daming Yucheng.
At 4 a.m., all 310 people in Dawang Village were evacuated, but seven people were killed and 23 were injured.
"So many casualties?" Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but frowned.
Just a ghost appeared in such a desolate place like Daming, but it caused such great damage.
What would happen if it appeared again in a place like the Three Gorges Square?
Thinking of this, Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but think of the last time the Three Gorges Square didn't seem to cause any deaths. Could it be because it was close to Fengdu, so it was frightened by the underworld?
Mao Hongwei smiled bitterly as he looked at the file in his hand and said:
"Yes, but during the evacuation process, we discovered that Dawang Village was a large-scale secret drug manufacturing den. Although we can't count the number of people due to the supernatural, everyone who evacuated will be sentenced to at least 20 years in prison, and most of them will probably be shot."
Lin Qingsheng glanced at Mao Hongwei and said:
"But you can't expect such coincidences every time in the future."
Mao Hongwei sighed when he heard this, yes, it can't be such a coincidence every time.
"You two, the Ministry of War's Shenji Battalion has specially dispatched a tank battalion. This is not just for idle chat. When will we attack?"
Meng Ziyi asked directly. Although the two people in front of him had already told him that modern weapons were very likely to be useless against the ghosts in the village.
But Meng Ziyi didn't believe it. He thought that the two people in front of him who came from the Ministry of Justice didn't understand modern weapons at all.
What kind of weapons have the criminal police officers seen?
I guess even automatic rifles are rare.
Modern carpet-covered artillery is probably even less common.
What does it mean to blow a mountain down three meters? What does it mean to plow the earth with artillery? People who have never actually seen these weapons will never understand.
"My suggestion is to wait until the rain stops." Lin Qingsheng said.
Meng Ziyi asked back: "This heavy rain is a torrential rain, it will last for at least three days, are you going to wait forever?"
"The safest thing to do is to wait." Lin Qingsheng said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Meng Ziyi said directly: "I suggest that we start bombarding now and go into the village to clean up the mess in an hour."
Lin Qingsheng stopped rubbing the rusty spear in his hand. He looked at Meng Ziyi seriously and said:
"Colonel Meng, have you ever seen a ghost?"
"No!" Meng Ziyi replied quickly under Lin Qingsheng's gaze, his momentum not losing at all.
"Then how do you know that the artillery will be effective?"
"But how do you know it won't work if you don't try?"
The two of them were fighting each other. Lin Qingsheng looked at Meng Ziyi in front of him and said for a long time:
"I can agree to bombardment for an hour, but you must not rashly send anyone in."
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Ten minutes later, in the heavy rain, when it was so dark that no light could be seen, the fire suddenly illuminated the earth.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
In the darkness, countless tanks spewed out tongues of flame.
The earth shook, and the sounds of heavy rain and distant thunder were all suppressed.
The village in the distance was engulfed in flames in an instant.
For a moment, the only sound between heaven and earth was the roar of artillery fire.
War is a man's romance. There are few things in the world more magnificent than the explosion of artillery.
Meng Ziyi stood quietly in front of the tent, looking at the artillery, immersed in it.
Lin Qingsheng was still rubbing the rusty spear in his hand.
The gun in his hand was the broken ghost gun mentioned by the strange puppet.
Three hundred people searched Maoshan for a whole day and dug more than thirty dry wells before they found the gun.
Apart from feeling heavy in his hand, Lin Qingsheng didn't feel anything unusual about it.
But he still carried the gun with him.
Although the purpose of the strange puppet was unclear, its words were still very accurate. Since it gave specific hints, it meant that it didn't think they could catch ghosts on their own.
Even if they could represent the Ming Dynasty, they would still not be favored.
Doesn’t this mean that the entire Ming Dynasty is helpless against a ghost?
Although somewhat unwilling, Lin Qingsheng still took the gun.
There was a roar of artillery fire amidst the pouring rain.
In the endless darkness, Lin Qingsheng knew that there was a black figure in that village, under the endless baptism of artillery fire.
But he was not worried about the black shadow at all. Instead, he felt a sense of security because of the rusty spear in his hand.
What is going on in this world?
(End of this chapter)
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