Chapter 34 How... Beautiful
The sunlight is hazy, clear and not dazzling, and everything seems to have been washed, clean and bright.
The blue sky of Chongqing City rarely appeared, which seemed to indicate something good.
In the bedroom, Wen Zhengming slowly woke up from his practice and felt refreshed.
He stretched and stretched his body.
"It's a new day!"
Wen Zhengming glanced at his "Chun Yang Daluo Guan". Currently, this Taoist method has reached the third level.
His current level has reached level eight.
"It was very lively last night. Daming said no, but his eyes were full of excitement when he kidnapped someone."
Wen Zhengming watched Lin Qingsheng's performance last night.
Especially on the buildings, the bondage is professional. It feels like it would be impossible to be so professional without being addicted to pornography for 20 to 30 years.
"It should be even more lively today." Wen Zhengming sat up and said to himself.
Ten spies are hanging on the roof of the tallest building in Yucheng. It's hard to imagine that this kind of thing wouldn't be lively.
After taking a shower and turning on his computer, Wen Zhengming discovered that all the hot searches were about the Qixin Hotel:
"Unknown creatures appear again. Is it the revival of spiritual energy or the arrival of aliens?"
"Unknown creatures reappeared, ten people were hanged outside the Qixin Hotel. What exactly do these unknown creatures want?"
"The Criminal Police Department urgently sealed off the Qixin Hotel. Unknown creatures reappeared."
………
Wen Zhengming, wearing pajamas, sat on the gaming swivel chair and reached out to touch his chin.
"It's so lively, should I go take a look?"
Wen Zhengming felt that he should go and take a look. It is said that truly intelligent murderers like to go to the scene to take a look.
This is a unique sense of pleasure that comes from the pleasure of a high IQ that is superior to everyone else.
After touching his handsome hair, Wen Zhengming decided to go.
At least go and see whether Lin Qingsheng has executed the task properly and whether the man's hanging is conspicuous.
At noon, Wen Zhengming held an umbrella and went to the Qixing Hotel under the scorching sun.
By the time Wen Zhengming arrived, there was already a huge crowd of people in front of the Qixing Hotel.
After Wen Zhengming got off the car, he used his level 8 body to plow a path through the crowd.
Walking to the cordon, Wen Zhengming looked up at the tall building and saw ten small figures hanging far above the steel monster rising from the ground.
Like a new bud sprouting from a tall tree.
“It’s really neat and tidy.”
Wen Zhengming couldn't help but sigh.
Lin Qingsheng's execution power is still very strong.
A middle-aged man with a bald head nearby heard Wen Zhengming's sigh and took the initiative to say, "That's right? They are all international friends!"
Wen Zhengming: ………
Uncle, why do I feel you are so happy?
Wen Zhengming coughed twice and said, "Uncle, didn't you say there was a ghost inside? Why are you standing so close?"
"Don't call me uncle, I'm only in my twenties, just call me brother." The middle-aged man touched his head and corrected.
Wen Zhengming's mouth twitched as he asked, "May I ask what your occupation is, big brother?"
"programmer."
"Um...then the income should be enough."
The uncle nodded and said:
"That's right. Didn't you see the news just now? The Ministry of Justice issued a message saying that the unidentified creature has territorial awareness. As long as everyone does not enter the cordon, they will be safe."
The uncle talked freely.
"Oh, so that's how it is!"
Wen Zhengming responded perfunctorily, raised the large black umbrella in his hand, and looked at the person hanging on the roof from afar.
Seeing Wen Zhengming looking over there, the uncle smiled and said:
"Yes, but this ghost is also strange. I just used a telescope to take a look from a distance. The rope is really beautifully tied. This is probably a ghost with mysophobia."
"Well, that brother is really good at handwork."
Wen Zhengming seemed to recall something and nodded in agreement.
The guy who plays with the rope is really professional.
Seeing Wen Zhengming nod, the uncle became even more enthusiastic, as if he had found a confidant.
"You didn't come early enough. If you had come earlier, you would have seen a host being carried out. The name of the event was 'Killing Qin Shi Huang with Poison'."
The "uncle" seemed very talkative, but Wen Zhengming's mouth twitched as he said, "Is it 'buying medicine for Qin Shi Huang'?"
"Oh, it seems to be called this name." The uncle touched his sparse hair and said:
"This guy is really stubborn. He insisted on going in and communicating with the ghost. He even claimed that he has a lot of experience and has communicated with ghosts before."
"Oh, that's quite stubborn." Wen Zhengming nodded.
"Not only that, even some people abroad can't stand it anymore and are condemning the Ming Dynasty, saying that the Ming Dynasty failed to protect their people. Don't you think this is unreasonable?"
The uncle was filled with indignation and said:
"Being caught by this thing is not an ordinary accident. How can you blame the Ming Dynasty? Don't you think so?"
"Uncle, you are right."
"I told you not to call me uncle."
"Uncle, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."
Wen Zhengming didn't wait for the uncle to continue speaking, he walked out of the crowd and found a milk tea shop to sit down. It was much quieter now.
He looked through some foreign topics related to the Qi Xin Hotel and found that most of them condemned the failure to protect other countries, but did not condemn the Ming Dynasty for embezzlement and targeting other countries.
It is estimated that they feel guilty after discovering that some of them are spies. Of course, it is not ruled out that some of them have only one contact person, and other people don’t know that they are spies. In other words, they haven’t discovered that those who are hanging are all spies!
By the time it is discovered, it is probably not condemned.
In a trance, Wen Zhengming seemed to see the two old bitches fighting each other in the air.
"Tsk tsk...you have a dark heart!"
Wen Zhengming touched his heart, which was beating and full of vitality. He couldn't help but sigh: "There are not many people as pure as me now."
The young lady at the counter seemed to have heard something funny and was laughing.
Wen Zhengming responded to the smile politely. As a respectable person, he had to pretend not to know whether the person was laughing at him or not.
Sure enough, the young lady stopped smiling immediately, and just lowered her head in panic, with her shoulders trembling slightly.
Wen Zhengming drank up his milk tea, turned around and walked out of the milk tea shop.
Alas...people nowadays can’t hide their emotions well!
Today, Yucheng is more lively than usual. Wen Zhengming blends in with the crowd and disappears into the distance.
………
On the upper floors of the Qixing Hotel, Lin Qingsheng lowered his head and looked at the crowds of people flowing below.
"Which floor has the ghost reached?"
Xiang Quan said: "18th floor!"
"We are almost on the ground. Protect the ground well and don't allow anyone to enter the cordon. This thing has its own sense of territory. It won't attack even if you take a step outside its territory. It will never hold back even if you take a step inside its territory."
Lin Qingsheng stroked the rusty spear in his hand.
The heavy spear was now as easy as an arm in his hand.
Ever since he practiced the "Black-Robed Dao Cultivation Method", Lin Qingsheng felt that he was improving every day. The only uncomfortable thing was that his practice speed was getting slower and slower.
Lin Qingsheng couldn’t see his attribute page, so he didn’t know that his current level was three, while the ghost he suppressed that day was level five.
But he could feel that his improvement was slowing down.
It's just that this slowness is not obvious yet, but Lin Qingsheng has a feeling that if he continues to practice like this, sooner or later there will be a day when the progress will drive Lin Qingsheng crazy.
"Is this gun the one that can suppress evil spirits?" Xiang Quan suddenly asked.
"Yes!"
"May I take a look at it?"
Lin Qingsheng made a "please" gesture.
Xiang Quan walked over and picked up the spear from Lin Qingsheng's knees. As soon as he touched it, he felt its heaviness.
This gun weighs at least twenty kilograms.
The gun was very plain, and there was nothing special about it.
But this is the magic weapon that can suppress ghosts.
Able to completely suppress evil spirits that cannot even withstand gunfire or cannon fire.
"In fact, I envy you now. You have embarked on a path that I cannot follow."
Xiang Quan does not have the qualifications to practice cultivation and cannot open the "Daoyan Yilu". In fact, there are many people like him.
I yearn for power and spiritual practice, but I am not qualified to take this path.
There is a very complex emotion in Xiang Quan's eyes, envy, jealousy, helplessness, sadness...
Lin Qingsheng didn't know how to answer Xiang Quan.
In fact, Xiang Quan is a very good person, at least much better than Meng Ziyi.
The strange face of the puppet appeared in Lin Qingsheng's mind.
If it is this... then you should know how to solve the qualification problem!
………
Below the Qixing Hotel, the temperature has dropped unknowingly.
An extremely dark figure walked out of the empty hotel.
The people who had been waiting for the ghost to appear suddenly lost their voices, and endless fear spread.
People left the square in front of the hotel quickly and hurriedly.
Only in the distance, Zhao Hao leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, with a look of deep fascination in his eyes.
"How...beautiful!"
Thanks to Chen Shiyuan for 500 starting coins, I hate long and smelly names for 100 starting coins, Wanmeng Yishengge for 600 starting coins, and Cangmu12 for 100 starting coins.
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(End of this chapter)
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