Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite NextPage

Chapter 35: I am a sword(1/2)

The strange revival lasted for ten years.

No one can tell how many ghosts have come to the earth in the past ten years.

Even the places occupied by powerful ghosts or the forbidden zones of life where irreversible and strange phenomena break out can't be described.

This time the arrival of gray fog brought some ghosts, which also alarmed the silent ghosts.

Devils dance together

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night

Rioting the world.

Fortunately, the gray fog did not spread to the world like last time, but only enveloped the Central Plains.

In the gray fog, only official patrols remain on the city streets to maintain public order.

tank

Armored vehicle

Infantry Combat Vehicle

They were fully armed.

Or rumble, or stop in the streets and alleys waiting for orders.

In the strange revival era, individual weapons and heavy weapons have undergone several rounds of evolution.

The depleted uranium armor-piercing bombs that used to explode in the past are only ordinary now.

There are many more terrifying individual weapons and heavy firepower than it.

On this day, the call for help from the underworld was blown up, and countless people met ghosts and cried and shouted for help.

The street patrol team received the order, and because the gray fog blocked the view, they could only carefully drive to the scene of strange incidents.

A crossroads.

"Come with me."

"It's endless to blanch his horse."

"I finally calmed down for a few years, and then I had a big wave."

A bald fat man wearing a white vest and flowery shorts shouted loudly.

He jumped onto the top of a tracked armored vehicle on the ground and sat on it. The armored vehicle took him to the scene of a strange incident.

The street was filled with gray fog, and the sight was compressed within a few meters.

However, the gray fog did not affect the electronic equipment. The armored vehicle drove automatic navigation and rushed all the way.

Occasionally, I encounter an abandoned car that is crossing the middle of the road and the tracks are directly over.

The sound of making the car turn into an iron discus in a deformed tooth.

"Happy Community, that's it."

Arriving at the destination, the bald fat man stood up with a serious face and stood on the roof of the tracked armored vehicle.

He took out his cell phone and called the Audi owner who was asking for help.

I was relieved to learn that the Audi owner was alive.

"If you encounter a monster head-on, you can survive, which means that the level of danger of strange events is not high."

The bald fat man jumped off the tracked armored vehicle and ordered the entourage: "Beware, I'll go down and take a look.

If the radar scans the creature closes, warn immediately.

If the speed is slow, three warnings will be warned. If the warning is invalid, it will use the deadly firepower directly.

If the target speed is too fast, no warning is required, and you are allowed to fire directly."

The bald fat man raised his foot and was about to leave, as if he remembered something, with a worried look on his face:

"It's all the first time you've experienced strange events.

So, turn on the automatic attack system directly.

If the monster suddenly approaches and is fast, and you can't react, you can save your life and prevent you from dying suddenly.

Also, some ghosts are good at disguising.

When you cannot distinguish the other party's identity, you will have a code.

For example: nectar, jade wine, let the other person say the next sentence.

Or ask some common sense questions about the world and ask more times.”

"yes!"

The entourage agreed, and the voice was a little nervous.

Nowadays, the mist is overwhelming, and the naked eye is almost useless.

But high-tech electronic eyes are still effective, and they can accurately lock the target through thick fog, and the armor will not be left under heavy firepower.

“Everything is smart.”

The bald fat man gave a few more words and sank into the thick fog while walking on flip flops.

He walked all the way to the underground garage and found the underground parking space No. 075.

"Sarcophagus?"

"It's a thing in the underworld at first glance."

The bald fat man stood in front of the sarcophagus and felt a mysterious, strange and gloomy feeling that made people creepy and ominous.

The golden word "Fu" on the head of the coffin is so bright and eye-catching.

The bald fat man turned around the sarcophagus twice, sometimes squatting on the ground and tilting his head to look at it, sometimes jumping to the roof of the car next to him to look at it.

After some busy work, there is no sign of the trick.

However, to draw a simple conclusion-

Very low risk.

There are all kinds of ghosts. Some will never stop meeting each other, some will ignore you if you don’t provoke it, and some will not pay attention to you even if you provoke it, such as special evil spirits.

This kind of ghost is strong, but the probability of killing is very low.

Only when humans trigger certain conditions will they suddenly appear and kill with one blow.

The bald fat man tried to move the sarcophagus and found that the sarcophagus was extremely heavy, about tens of thousands of pounds.

He thought about it, took out his mobile phone to record the video, and posted it to the group of extraordinary people in the underworld, asking his colleagues to help him come up with ideas.

After he finished speaking the whole story, he asked, "What's wrong?"

After asking, all members of the team were asked.

In a blink of an eye, three messages popped up in the group.

Starving ghost: "Open the coffin and take a look?"

Seed Man: "Don't, this is a bit of a death."

Song Ji: "Since the danger is low, then transport it to an open place and wait until this wave of ghost riots subside before dealing with it."

The bald fat man said, "Okay, I'll contact the logistics department now."

As soon as he called, the logistics department immediately sent someone over.

Half an hour later, several engineering vehicles squeezed the underground garage out of reach.

Li Qinghe lay in the sarcophagus to refine the ghost-killing sword. His sister lay on him like a koala bear to practice. Before she could live for a long time, she suddenly felt the sarcophagus shaking.

After a while, he shook again.

Then, the sarcophagus swayed more and more frequently.

"What's wrong!"

Li Qinghe's face changed slightly.

He felt something move the sarcophagus and wanted to take it away.

"Human?"

"Ghost?"

With a little inference, humans will be excluded.

At this time, normal people would stay at home or find a building nearby to hide.

After all, who would have been idle and had nothing to do with this sarcophagus that looked very infernal?

Li Qinghe tightened his right hand and cut the ghost sword in his right hand, a little nervous.

He didn't know what monster was outside and what strength he was.
To be continued...
Prev Index    Favorite NextPage