"The monkey has awakened his magic power?"
Although Qin Xiaoxia asked a question, his tone did not sound surprised at all.
"Yes, the magic power is golden in color, but it has not reached the soul burning stage. As for the 'intention' that the forerunners focus on, although I don't quite understand it, I think this monkey is almost there."
Baru had already sat back down in the restaurant. Hot burgers were placed on the table, along with various drinks.
In his hand was a mobile phone that he would only use here.
It is the association's plan to continue to exist in the American special department as a non-evolved person. If Baru really appears as an autonomous evolver, the attention received by the other three of the original Four Horsemen will increase.
This also saves some trouble in being studied.
However, there is a small problem regarding diet. No matter how strong a muscular man is, he cannot eat too much. This is why when Baru is outside, he tries to keep his diet within three times the amount of a normal person.
The impact on my strength isn't that big, but I still feel a little hungry.
Once he caught the air and returned to any place in the association, Baru would not give up the idea of eating a big meal.
The people of the Silent Knights have similar eating habits. They don't like overly refined food, mainly because it is troublesome to eat. They prefer large quantities, convenient food, and fast food.
"Well, by the way, how badly is it injured? It's unlikely that you'll be gentle when you force out its potential, right?"
Hearing the sage say this, Baru couldn't help but laugh.
"I was very measured in my attack. It will be fine in a few days. This monkey is really tough, especially its bones. Although I didn't enjoy it very much, it did allow me to stretch my muscles."
It can be heard that Baru is in a good mood now, which is probably because there are few suitable opportunities to make a move.
Qin Xiaoxia also laughed. This time, the monkey really was used as a punching bag. If they really wanted to end the battle quickly, it would not have dragged on for so long. As for how much strength Baru used this time, it was hard to say.
"This monkey will probably be very powerful in the future, but you don't have to worry about it beating you back in a year or two."
Having said that, he looked at the bottle of golden-red potion with gray swirling airflow in his hand.
"The G-type potion has finally been prepared. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The cost is greater than I imagined. I guess among all the people in the association who can use potions, you are the only one who can afford it for now."
It is not used for regular sequences that start with a number, but those that start with a letter. In Qin Xiaoxia's definition, they are special potions that are almost impossible to replicate.
The pursuit of power is everyone's common desire. Even Baru couldn't help but breathe quickly when he heard the news.
At the same time, my heart was filled with emotion.
Although he understood that developing the potion was a plan that had been set long ago by his mentor, the Sage, he was also very clear that a big factor in this was for the sake of their original Four Knights.
Because they were unable to awaken their magic power, and had already lost the ancient Silent Knights' path to advancement, the Sage had paved a new path for them.
It's rare for a tough guy like Baru to be sentimental, but the surprises obviously don't end there.
"By the way, Baru, I'm not too sure either, but this potion itself contains a strand of Gillian's soul element extracted from the ancient demon. If you can truly digest and harness the power of this potion, you may not really have no chance of gaining magic power."
Qin Xiaoxia is usually exaggerating to the outside world and conservative at home, so what he said can be regarded as his optimism about future changes. However, it is impossible to fully grasp the variables brought about by things like G-type potion, and it depends on Baru's own luck.
Sometimes it is hard to imagine that with Baru’s current soul strength and physical fitness, he is unable to awaken his magic power. Is the purity of body and soul really that important?
His strong willpower has integrated his body and soul to be as tough as alloy. Except for the trauma that affected his awakening, he is an almost impeccable warrior in other aspects.
Qin Xiaoxia really didn't believe that Baru would stop here, so he would find a way out even if there was no other way.
After hanging up the phone, I put the potion aside. Baru will come and get it when he has time.
He thought for a while with his chin in his hand, then used his index finger to modify the magic pattern on the parchment scroll in front of the table. On it were listed the various strength statuses and grading systems currently analyzed by the association.
When you have almost finished the tasks at hand, you still have to face a difficult problem.
A bowl of steaming egg fried rice is placed on the table, exuding an enticing aroma. The color is also perfect, with plump rice grains and evenly-proportioned egg flowers. A secret soup is also served on the side.
"Well, should I eat or not..."
This is Doudou's most outstanding work in a long time. Just looking at its appearance, it has reached the level of a work of art.
I looked at the desk calendar. It was April 1st, the 26th of the second lunar month, which was April Fools' Day, and Qingming Festival was just a few days away.
"Forget it, I won't eat it..."
But it can be seen that Doudou really put in a lot of effort this time. If it is just left like this, it will easily undermine his confidence.
I originally planned to find a box to put it away, but I felt it would be inappropriate to give it to anyone or anything, so I simply used magic to burn the fried rice with my fingertips.
A dozen grains of rice and some egg residue and chopped green onions were left on the original plate, and all the soup was cleared away.
Ten minutes later, Doudou broke open the door and rushed in.
"Cousin, did you eat the fried rice?"
As he spoke, he jumped onto the table, found the dinner plate and soup bowl, and then looked at Qin Xiaoxia.
"Eat it all?"
"Um!"
"Is it tasty?"
I really don’t know whether it tastes good or not.
"You're definitely better than you were before."
Then Doudou scratched his head and looked up and down at his cousin.
"Are you okay?"
These words made Qin Xiaoxia's eyes jump. It turned out that he was not here to ask for praise.
"With my physical condition... I can't die!"
"Phew...that's good. I accidentally put a few things in the wrong place and thought you would have a stomachache."
Looking at Doudou's dejected look, there was no guilt at all, but rather disappointment.
Resisting the urge to throw him away, Qin Xiaoxia blasted him directly out of the attic.
He didn't want to know what Doudou put in the food. Anyway, he would never think of tasting the food again. Naturally, he didn't know that Gou Junbao, who had accidentally eaten the "poison", was now squatting in the toilet and couldn't come out.
Gou Junbao, whose physical fitness has reached the reserve level, was so out of control that the amount of blood he took might be lethal to an ordinary person.
…
As Qingming Festival approaches, more and more people go to visit their relatives’ graves to sweep the tombs.
Xiaohui Mountain is a small mountain near Rongcheng, Sichuan Province. A dozen years ago, few people knew about it except for the nearby villages. But since the township invested money to build a cemetery based on feng shui, it has gradually become famous.
The cemetery has been expanded several times over the years, and even many people in Chengdu have bought plots of land for their deceased relatives here.
In fact, Feng Shui is an old custom in China. Even government agencies are often not immune to it. On the one hand, some people believe in it. On the other hand, cemeteries are very important resting places for Chinese people, and everyone takes them seriously.
If a township wants to build a cemetery, even if the leaders don't believe in it, it will eventually have to be sold to the people. If the feng shui is bad, people won't buy it. Are they just going to build a cemetery for their own fun?
Therefore, the unwritten rule is that the feng shui of this planning must still be considered. Not only must it be considered, but the people must also be made aware that this place has good feng shui and is a good place to rest after death.
In fact, not only cemeteries, but many important buildings have been surveyed and considered for feng shui, but this will not be said out loud.
As a commercial cemetery, Xiaohuishan Cemetery naturally has its own management team, and the 43-year-old Lao Dan is one of the grassroots ones.
One could even say he is a modern gravekeeper.
In a small building next to Xiaohuishan Cemetery, the leader once again pushed back the resignation report.
"Old Dan, you've worked here for more than ten years, and you know it's hard to recruit people. If you don't like the low pay, just say so!"
"Boss, this is not for money, I am..."
"What are you? Then tell me!"
"Why!"
Old Dan sighed.
"Leader, have you really never heard anything? Don't you know what the others are discussing in private?"
"What do you know? Don't pay attention to the rumors. Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"No."
"That's it! Well, how about this, I'll increase your monthly salary by 500, and forget about resigning. It's almost Qingming Festival, so keep the cemetery clean and clear the garbage on time, and you can go out now."
I failed to resign, but my secondary goal of getting a salary increase was achieved.
As it was getting dark, the joy of the salary increase during the day was now diluted by the gradually rising sense of fear.
Usually there would be two people staying here at night. Today it was the turn of Lao Dan and another young man named Xiao He who had just arrived.
It is said that young people have a hot temper, but at this moment in the office on the first floor, Xiao He kept rubbing his hands.
"Brother Shan, why is it so cold at night? Shouldn't the temperature be around 10 degrees?"
"You are such a weakling, young man? Wear more clothes and put on your coat when you go out for patrol."
Hearing this, Xiao He's face looked a little bad.
"Brother Shan, let's not go out today. What they say these days is really scary."
"Hey, I'm trying to scare you. There are bound to be some strange things in a cemetery. Let me tell you, there are so many mysterious things in this world. If you don't practice your courage, you'll scare yourself into trouble for no reason."
"I'll take a nap first, wake me up when it's time."
…
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Lao Dan was quietly awakened by Xiao He. He opened his eyes and found that the lights in the room were off.
When I looked up and was about to speak, I saw the young man nervously raising his fingers and making a "hush" sound.
Seeing that Lao Dan didn't shout out, Xiao He breathed a sigh of relief.
The former was also made nervous by him, his heartbeat unconsciously quickened. He followed Xiao He and quietly walked to the window, looking in the direction of a certain cemetery in the distance in the direction of his finger.
But when Lao Dan sees it, he will feel relieved.
They were two thieves who stole "paper ashes".
Some of the paper money burned for deceased relatives and friends is tinfoil. The ashes can be swept together and sold for a lot of money, one kilogram can be sold for dozens of yuan.
There are usually a lot of them in cemeteries around the Qingming Festival, and it is impossible for the public to clean them every day, so they clean them once in a while, and there are quite a lot of piles.
Xiaohuishan is strictly controlled during the day and the trash cannot be swept away, but at night some people come to steal it.
"Let's go and scare some ghosts!"
Old Dan said with a smile to the startled Xiao He.
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