Chapter 35 35 Qingming, how dare you believe that he can create a spiritual energy complex...
The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, the evening of April 3, Chu Qingge's apartment.
"I still don't understand why Shi Jianguo won't let me have a blood transfusion." Ning Changkong muttered as he adjusted the equipment for blood transfusion. "Looking at the characteristics of my blood, you should be able to guess that I'm mixed-blood. A blood transfusion won't kill me."
The risk of death from transfusing blood from the demon race to the human race is quite high, and vice versa. However, although mixed-races will have rejection reactions no matter how they are transfused, the mortality rate is much lower.
In order to save energy, Chu Qingge no longer maintains his human form. Qi Lingbai, wrapped in a plastic bag, uses his spiritual power to tap the keyboard.
She responded, "My point is that you were in a terrible state the day Yao Chi showed up."
Ning Changkong would run to Chu Qingge's apartment almost whenever he had time to try various methods of storing phoenix spiritual power, but after trying many times, he still found that blood had the highest concentration of spiritual power.
However, his body lacked vitality and his hematopoietic function was very poor, so he had to resort to blood transfusions and blood draws.
"I was originally planning to use the research department's laboratory conditions to do some processing on the blood...hiss!" The moment the blood in the blood transfusion bag entered the body through the soft tube, Ning Changkong trembled with pain.
Chu Qingge reacted immediately: rejection reaction, plus the phoenix spiritual power to assimilate and refine the new blood.
Sitting on the bed, Ning Changkong folded his body, trying to find a position that could relieve the pain. The pain was like an electric current, spreading rapidly from the arm where the blood was transfused to the whole body, and every blood vessel felt like a needle prick.
Chu Qingge stopped working and focused on observing his physical indicators: "Blood transfusions are risky, so the pain shielding should not be turned up too high. You need to pay attention to your condition."
The blood in his veins seemed to be boiling, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a throbbing pain that made his eyes go dark. Ning Changkong clenched his teeth, and the restless phoenix spirit energy overflowed uncontrollably, and the air temperature rose by several degrees.
Chu Qingge stared at the soaring pain value in the background with fear, and finally transformed into a human form again, and pulled out the needle: "Let's stop here today."
She gently helped Ning Changkong, who was in so much pain that he was exhausted, to lie down on a pile of soft pillows. She packed up the blood transfusion equipment, went downstairs, opened the refrigerator in the kitchen, and opened a box of newly bought cakes.
When she went upstairs and walked into the master bedroom, Ning Changkong was still covering his face, not yet recovered from the pain. He asked in a muffled voice, "Will a blood component transfusion be better?"
"I don't recommend doing anything like this within a month. The rejection reaction is more serious than expected." Chu Qingge placed the paper plate and fork of the small cake on his lap and returned to her laptop. "Don't say anything. Talk to me with your heartbeat."
The sounds of keyboard and mouse operation rang again, and neither of them spoke. After the irregular heartbeat slowly calmed down, Ning Changkong let out a long breath, adjusted his posture, and picked up the small cake with a fork:
"When can the phoenix spiritual power be infused into the spiritual stone?"
Chu Qingge stared at the screen intently: "The R&D department has related directions, but they are short of manpower right now. Even the research on the impact of environmental spiritual characteristics on spiritual stones has not been completed."
Ning Changkong said "Oh" and asked, "When will you update your vlog?"
"Skynet has just been launched, so I don't have time. And I still have a lot of technology videos to make, such as the user guide of Tianwen and the latest information on the talisman industry..."
"That's right," Ning Changkong savored the cake with satisfaction, "I provided all your social media copywriting."
Chu Qingge couldn't help laughing: "Then please, great gourmet, remember to write a review after eating this cake."
One of her social media accounts is almost becoming a professional account for dessert appreciation.
The body made of spiritual power cannot eat, but she needs to pretend to be in front of others. Ning Changkong thought of a stupid idea for her. He connected a plastic bag directly to the lower part of her mouth and threw the food she needed to pretend to eat into it.
"Yesterday, 'Tianwen' was launched, and the trending searches about your server explosion are still on the hot search list today." Ning Changkong ate while checking his phone.
"Don't talk like the game is live... There are too many people, and it's a temporary server, so there's nothing we can do if it crashes."
Ning Changkong reached for the drawer of the bedside table, but couldn't reach it. Chu Qingge remotely opened the drawer, and a mobile phone floated into Ning Changkong's hand.
It's Lin Jinsong's cell phone.
Ning Changkong hadn't thrown away the phone because he wanted to spy on other people's lives on social media. He opened the WeChat interface and flipped through the group chat messages of the Longyuan Academy Four.
"Have the three of them registered with Skynet? What are their user names?"
"I've registered. The user name... is very young-friendly." Chu Qingge commented tactfully.
"Hey, why are they talking about transportation arrangements? What are they going to do tomorrow?"
Chu Qingge finally turned around and looked at him: "Tomorrow is Qingming Festival."
"They are going to burn paper for you."
The first year of the spiritual recovery, April 4th, 15:24, illusion, sacrifice to the city god, entrance.
Gu Minghui glanced at the navigation interface on his phone expressionlessly, then looked up at the temple gate in front of him.
It was still afternoon, but the sky suddenly darkened. The temple door was closed, and the copper ring on the door swayed gently in the night wind, making a dull echo.
The plaque reads "Supervising the living and the dead". The couplets on both sides are particularly eye-catching in the night: "If you are evil, it is useless to burn incense, but if you are upright, it is okay not to bow to me."
Cell phone dad, where did you send me? Is this still Earth?
Yan Xiaoling's phone screen emitted a faint blue light, reflecting on her face: "According to the information on 'Heavenly Questions', we must have mistakenly entered a fantasy world near the cemetery to worship the City God."
Wen Qingsheng looked over her shoulder and looked at her phone interface in surprise: "Can it still be used without network? Is this the satellite short message communication they promoted?"
She sighed and called up the interface for creating an exploration team. "Since we're here now, we just turned around and left without leaving. Let's go in and take a look."
"Reverend Lettuce" founded the team "The Knights of Hamburger".
Ham Fighter joins the Hamburger Knights.
"Bread Knight" joins the team "Burger Knights".
"Burger Knights" accepts the mission "Explore the Fantasy World and Worship the City God".
"Let's go!" Bread Knight Gu Minghui raised his arms and shouted.
The lettuce pastor Yan Xiaoling passed by him and said, "Next time, don't lead the way. Let me do it."
Ham Warrior Wen Qingsheng patted his shoulder: "Really."
Ning Changkong, who was standing far away, couldn't help but put his fist to his lips, laughing and coughing.
He had just finished eating a small cake last night and was still savoring it and thinking about how to write a review when Chu Qingge slapped him on the head.
Fever reaction is one of the most common reactions to blood transfusion, but it usually subsides within 1-2 hours. It is not like him who is still shivering all over and needs to rely on antipyretics to suppress the fever.
When his breathing became steady, Ning Changkong put his hands into his sleeves, turned his head and called out calmly to the empty space, "Chi Ju."
The air distorted slightly, and Chi Zhaoming's figure appeared.
He looked at the phoenix still wearing a mask. The Hundred Birds also had activities to worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival. Ning Changkong attended the most important part of the morning, and then went back to Linghuang Mansion to rest on the pretext of feeling unwell, and then sneaked out.
He had not yet changed out of his ancestral worship robes, a wide black robe with phoenix patterns embroidered in gold thread. The last phoenix had its hands clasped in its wide sleeves, its back straight, and looked at him coldly.
The mythical beast tears off its gentle and tolerant appearance, revealing its alien and mysterious nature, which makes people feel awe.
Chi Zhaoming smiled as gently as he did the day they first met. He nodded: "Jinsong."
The first year of the spiritual recovery, April 4th, 15:38, Fantasy Land·Sacrifice to the City God.
The background story of this copy, to put it simply, is that after the recovery of spiritual energy, the number of vengeful spirits increased dramatically and the City God could no longer control them.
Beat up all the evil spirits and ghosts, reinforce the evil-repelling and purification formation, and continue to burn incense in the temple, and everything should be fine.
Ning Changkong and Chi Zhaoming stood side by side in the shadows in the distance, watching the three little ones fight monsters. Gu Minghui and Wen Qingsheng were the two melee fighters charging in front, while Yan Xiaoling assisted from behind, controlling and weakening the enemies.
"It's still missing a long-range output." Chi Zhaoming rubbed his chin.
Ning Changkong crossed his arms and snorted, "Originally there was."
Ning Changkong was not surprised that Chi Zhaoming was sure that he was Lin Jinsong. He was worried about the three little ones, and the fact that he made this trip was the best evidence. Besides, Chi Zhaoming might not be unaware of the inside story of the evil spirit and the phoenix.
Chi Zhaoming knew he was in the wrong, so he changed the subject: "Do you want to go back and rest? I'll be able to watch over you. I can see that you don't look well."
It's not very good. Ning Changkong licked his cracked lips and bit them hard, trying to make them look more red.
He now felt tired even breathing, and his legs were so weak that walking felt like walking on cotton. The only reason he could stand straight was because of his resentment towards the person in front of him.
If I were to escape on my own, how could my body be so weak?
Ning Changkong said calmly, "Chief Chi, trusting this kind of thing will not stand the test."
Once you sell to Gu Minghui once, you can sell it a second time and a third time.
Chi Zhaoming didn't answer, but just stared at Gu Minghui in a trance. The two followed the progress of the three little ones' strategy and moved forward slowly together.
Ning Changkong stood still, his red eyes beneath the mask like burning flames: "Director Chi, I want the truth."
"You should have guessed a lot," Chi Zhaoming was still calm and composed, "I worked with Li Bo and deliberately put Gu Minghui in his hands on the night of the Lantern Festival."
He finally looked Ning Changkong straight in the eye: "He promised me that he would not hurt you and would not let you notice anything unusual. It was not my plan for you to be taken away by him."
"I'm so sorry, Jinsong."
Ning Changkong said coldly: "He didn't fulfill this promise to you, so why do you believe that the other thing he promised to you will come true?"
The driver Chi Zhaoming promised to cooperate.
Chi Zhaoming smiled, not the smile of Director Chi who was as gentle as spring breeze and unmoved by anything, but the smile of Director Chi of the Executive Department who could kill enemies with a laugh on the battlefield and sacrifice the blood of evil spirits to his sword.
Chi Zhaoming didn't trust Li Bo enough to give up their lives, but he was willing to gamble their lives in exchange for a possibility.
What kind of possibilities would he want if he was interested in improving the strength of the entire group of practitioners?
"Chi Zhaoming," Ning Changkong gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, "What evidence did Li Bo show you to make you believe that he can restore spiritual energy?"