Chapter 14 Chapter 14 "What kind?" Nanpu...
"What kind?" Nan Pu approached Bai Tianming and Mo Rusheng and asked without changing his expression.
Bai Tianming looked at Mo Rusheng, who quickly gestured, "Don't birds usually have leg rings? They're used to prove their identity. My communicator is on that bird's leg. It's similar to a leg ring, small and round, a silver-green color. It has my name on it, but not in full."
Nan Pu nodded, turned around and went to look for it. He found it quickly, washed it, wiped it with water, and brought it over to them, saying, "Here."
"Thank you." Mo Rusheng was overjoyed and quickly reached out to take it.
"You're welcome." Nanpu put down his things and turned away.
Mo Rusheng took his communicator, looked at it over and over again, and confirmed that there was no damage. He immediately began to try to open and log in. He had done this many times and was very skilled at it.
He was just a little worried during this process that he would lose contact with the outside world. After all, this was a really strange place, different from any he had seen before. It was completely normal to have such worries.
However, his worries did not come true. Although this was a strange place, he could still contact the outside world. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In order to make it easier for Bai Tianming, who was standing nearby, to check the situation, Mo Rusheng turned on the projection effect of the communicator. At the same time, a piece of news popped up from above.
The Ghost Tribe stole the Demon King's treasure and has disappeared without a trace. The demons are terrified. We hope everyone will learn about this and provide clues. I would be very grateful.
The very beginning of this news mentioned three key points: ghosts and the devil's treasure. Mo Rusheng was stunned and clicked it subconsciously. He was really curious, but also worried that if he hesitated for a moment, the thing would run away. It would be troublesome to search for it later, and he might not have time to look for it slowly, so it would be better to click it now.
Although it seems not good to do things without Bai Tianming's permission, Bai Tianming may not kill him for this matter. As long as he doesn't die, this is what he can do.
After he clicked it, he felt panicky and his heart was beating wildly. He subconsciously looked at Bai Tianming who was not far away, and found that Bai Tianming was already walking towards him. He opened his mouth and felt his heart almost jump out, and his face turned pale.
Bai Tianming stood near him, tilted his head to look at his face, a little helpless, but deliberately trying to scare him, and asked with a half-smile: "If you are so scared of me, why do you do it?"
Mo Rusheng shuddered and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was afraid, but he didn't want to admit it. Even though he knew it was obvious, it was useless to deny it. He didn't need to admit it, anyone with open eyes could see it. He still denied it flatly and smiled awkwardly, "I'm not afraid."
Bai Tianming shook his head. "If you say no, then so be it. You're already so scared anyway. Why should I argue with you?"
"Then can I continue watching?" Mo Rusheng hesitated for a moment, curiosity overcoming fear. A blush of excitement gradually appeared on his pale face. He took a deep breath, suppressed his violently beating heart, and asked tentatively.
"Go ahead and take a look." Bai Tianming smiled. "You've already opened it, so why should I ask you to leave?" That would be such a waste of time. It would be a waste not to take a look. Besides, there shouldn't be anything that can't be seen.
Then don't worry.
Mo Rusheng nodded, and after getting the answer, he immediately focused his eyes and attention on the projected screen.
The main text of the news is: [The ghost tribe stole the treasure that the devil placed in a remote wasteland. The treasure has no trace to this day. The devil is furious and has sent demons to look for it. The demons have scattered and the treasure is still not found. The devil's face is getting gloomier and gloomier. He has ordered that all the ghost tribe members within sight be arrested and tortured.
Anyone with information will be released. Those without information must wait for the person who took the treasure to appear before leaving. Please pass on the news as soon as possible. The longer it takes, the more critical the situation becomes. The demon king's patience is gradually decreasing. If nothing is found within a week, the situation will be irreversible. Please be aware of this.]
The following comment reads: [I heard the demon's territory is quite large, and the prison is also quite large. Even if I get caught, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?]
[To be honest, I am a ghost and I have been captured. You are too optimistic. Do you think the devil captured you just to treat you as a guest of honor?
Once you're caught, you're crammed into a room with other ghosts. Imagine how crowded that feels, with all these ghosts crammed into one room? If I still needed to breathe, I'd be crushed to death. Luckily, ghosts don't often emit heat, otherwise the stench would be unimaginable.
Even so, this place is not good. It is a prison after all. Coming here is torture, not enjoyment. The ceiling leaks, the floor creaks, the walls are greasy, and a light scrape will reveal a thick mass of dirt. Cockroaches and rats are running around, and it is dark everywhere. There are no lights, and there are strange noises outside at night. It is terrifying!
Now I just hope that the ghost who took the things can return them as soon as possible. I have had enough of staying here! 】
"I clearly remember that ghosts usually return valuable items they take. Am I mistaken?"
You're not mistaken, that's exactly what happened, but this time, it might be an exception. Or, the demon king's actions were too quick, and the ghost who took the item couldn't keep up, unable to put it back, so they had to flee. Now that the situation is so serious, they dare not come out, and the situation is getting more and more urgent as time goes by.
[Let's not talk about the culprit. If it were me who accidentally touched that thing, I would be trembling with fear when I see the demons searching everywhere. How could I dare to show up?]
Looking at this pile of things, Mo Rusheng's face gradually turned pale. He stopped trembling, but he looked like he was about to die. His eyes were staring straight ahead, his pupils gradually dilated, his mouth slightly open, but he said nothing, made no sound, and his expression was filled with pain, as if someone was strangling his neck and burning his face with fire.
Bai Tianming patted him and said, "Have you seen enough? Want to see something else?"
He came back to his senses, very weakly, nodded, still without saying a word, but obediently stepped out and clicked on something else.
He was so distracted that he didn't even look carefully at what he ordered. It was not until he clicked on it that he realized that the new thing seemed to be related to him.
Bai Tianming blinked.
He can easily pick something related to himself. Is it because he is too lucky or too unlucky, or is it that everything out there is really related to him, so he can't avoid it no matter how he chooses?
Before Bai Tianming could take a closer look, Mo Rusheng started shaking.
Bai Tianming's gaze moved from the projection screen to Mo Rusheng's face, and he found that Mo Rusheng's face was paler than before. His eyes were not on the projection at all, but looked like he was enduring pain.
Bai Tianming blinked and asked him with concern: "How about you give me the things and go to the side to rest for a while? Or do you need me to bring you a glass of water?"
Mo Rusheng gave a very sad and miserable smile, handed the thing in his hand to Bai Tianming, and said in a trance-like tone, "Thank you."
After he finished speaking, he staggered and turned to sit on the chair in the room. As soon as he touched the chair, his back bent. Bai Tianming could hear the sound of him retching. It was probably because the pressure was too great and his body couldn't bear it, so it showed up.
Bai Tianming focused his attention on the projection screen in front of him.
[Is the human race about to go to war with the demons? ]
[This has been an old topic for years, why is it coming up again today? Is there something new going on?]
[How could anyone still not know? The demons have been wandering around the human world searching for the ghosts who stole things, and they're about to enter in large numbers. What do you think of this?]
Is it that serious? I've been seeing some demons wandering around lately, and I thought they were just tourists. Turns out they weren't? Are they looking for something so urgently? I can't tell.
If you can tell, the title here isn't "War is about to begin," but "War has already begun."
Before he had watched for a while, the sound next to him stopped. Bai Tianming looked over and saw Mo Rusheng barely standing up with the help of the table, staggering towards him, leaning against the wall.
"You," Bai Tianming looked at him, hesitant to speak, not knowing what expression to show, so he asked as gently as possible, "Do you want to rest for a while?"
"No, thank you." Mo Rusheng shook his head. His complexion was indeed better than before, not so pale, his eyes were more focused, not so dazed, but his voice was still weak, as if he had just been stabbed and was still bleeding.
Bai Tianming blinked his eyes. Since he said he didn't need it, he just assumed it wasn't necessary. He smiled and said, "Do you want to watch it together?"
Mo Rusheng glanced at him, then looked away as if struck by electricity. His pale face turned slightly green as he sat by the window, his expression bitter, as if someone had brewed coptis root, bitter melon, and coffee together and poured it down his throat. His voice was dry, his lips trembling twice, and he stared at the window frame and said, "I've seen it."
Bai Tianming nodded. Seeing his expression, he felt that if he continued to watch, he would probably be more affected, so he returned the content of the projection screen to the initial page.
The projected content is no longer news and screens, but a peaceful blank.
Although Mo Rusheng wasn't looking directly at the screen, he could sense the changes in the light and color around him. He breathed a sigh of relief, even straightening his back a little. He turned around and said to Bai Tianming, "Thank you."
Bai Tianming smiled: "You're welcome." After all, it was just a small matter.
Mo Rusheng's mind was in a mess. He lowered his eyes and unconsciously clenched his fists. He stood up, leaned forward, and approached Bai Tianming: "Should I go out now?"
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