Looking at the empty God Burial City, Wang Ye was dumbfounded.
Fortunately, Chang Er still diligently stuck to his post, and got out with passion and dissatisfaction.
In his words, the family members all went out to rob... No, they went to fight bloody battles for freedom and justice.
But...I didn't take him with me!
It took a lot of effort for this big family to have a team-building activity, but they just left him to look after the family in the God Burial City.
He responded with strong dissatisfaction.
Wang Ye couldn't help but look at Chang Er a few more times. He really didn't know if this guy was really brainwashed, or if that's how effective modern MLM bosses are.
However, he ignored Chang Er and Wang Ye returned to his residence alone on the rooftop.
In fact, the thoughts of these guys are relatively easy to understand. They are all a group of fierce bandits who dare to risk their lives. In order to improve their strength, it is okay to temporarily stay in the God Burial City.
But once you have the strength, if you don’t do it yourself and have enough food and clothing, why are you still here, waiting for a soft meal?
Again.
Those who are afraid of death will not come to God Burial City.
What's more, those who can enter through the outer layer of illusion have a firmer mentality to an exaggerated degree.
It was originally just a sign of death, but now it seems that it is safer than in the previous city. Can this be tolerated?
So after everyone made a certain breakthrough, they all left.
One team after another, they broke into pieces and went deep into the wasteland.
If you are dead, just bury them anywhere.
If you are not dead, grab more good things and come back. If you don’t need them, you can still give them back to the Heavenly Group.
The ideas are quite pure.
After Wang Ye had nothing to do, he also carried his bag and wandered in the wasteland alone.
There has been too little pressure recently, which has caused some stagnation in strength.
It’s time to go to the wasteland and explore new opportunities of your own.
Wang Ye simply didn't even change his face, he just kept wandering in the wasteland with his own face in his face, attracting batch after batch of ghosts, roaring and chasing him.
The entire wasteland was like a bowl of cold water suddenly poured into a pot of hot oil.
Exploded.
…
On the top of the lonely mountain, Maitreya's expression was silent. More than two months had passed since the last time he parted with Wang Ye.
Compared to before, Maitreya was more taciturn, but his eyes became more determined.
Wearing a simple monk's robe, he was also carrying a package in his hand. The monk's robe was stained with mottled blood, some were new and some were old.
As for the package...
I really don’t have a storage container in my hand, and I haven’t met any colleagues from Lingshan in recent times, so I really can’t put it away.
On the top of the mountain.
An already crumbling temple, its wooden doors completely corroded.
It looked like no one had lived there for at least ten years.
But Maitreya stood at the door with a solemn expression, seeming a little afraid.
"Amitabha."
In the apparently deserted temple, the sound of scriptures continued to be heard at this time. It seemed that there were many monks kneeling in the temple with devout faces, doing morning prayers.
Maitreya had been observing again for about three days.
Morning, noon, and night, the sound of chanting can be heard, and the sound also contains wisps of weak spiritual power, which confuses people's hearts.
If we talk about these, they may just be simple supernatural events, but the content of the scriptures is the key to making Maitreya truly vigilant.
because...
The scripture they recited was a passage that the Buddha casually said to himself.
But apart from myself and the Buddha, no third person knew about this part.
So Maitreya was almost certain that there was something wrong with this ruined temple.
The most important thing is that there is a ghostly aura in this temple. Even Maitreya does not want to fight with this kind of existence.
Between heaven and earth...
Bodhisattva-level ghosts have begun to appear.
If that's all it is, it's not that strong, but the real headache for ghosts is that they are difficult to kill unless their strength reaches the level of crushing. Therefore, even Maitreya wouldn't notice the appearance of such a terrifying thing. , I can solve it in a short time.
The seal would be simpler, but he doesn't have a single magic weapon on him now, except for two changes of clothes, which he stole when passing by Lin'an City.
But the guy inside obviously has no intention of leaving, and the intermittent chanting sound, I don’t know what the specific situation is. In short...
Maitreya is now in a dilemma.
finally.
Miroku took a deep breath and turned to leave.
Let’s first find two colleagues from Lingshan to get some magic weapons and storage containers.
He did know where Jianglong was. After three eternal nights, there were too many surprises and he didn't have the energy to take care of it. But that guy's underwear was deceived and he had nothing on him.
Several people he knew were dug out and solved by him himself.
"Donor Wang, please leave some for me."
With endless sorrow, Maitreya shook his head and disappeared on the mountain peak.
And after he left, a blood-red eye stuck up to the window of the ruined temple that had long since lost its windows, revealing half of his face.
After being burned, his face looked very distorted.
His eyes were full of treachery, staring straight at the direction Maitreya left.
…
"Little Taoist priest, it's okay."
"I was silent before, like a dull gourd, but I am reliable at critical moments!"
A strong man sat on the ground panting, his left arm disappeared, and looking at the wound, it looked as if someone had torn it off directly with brute force.
There were several wounded people and corpses scattered around.
Obviously, their small team met a big guy and suffered a lot of losses.
However, the strong man didn't take it seriously. With his remaining hand, he patted Mao Yongan's shoulder vigorously and praised him.
The other wounded also had joy on their faces.
It's clear that the operation paid off.
In the God Burial City, these guys whose eyes had been tricked by Wang Ye could still show such expressions, which was obviously a real good thing.
Mao Yongan was still in a slightly silent state, gently wiping the long knife in his hand.
After experiencing battle after battle, he suddenly realized that in a real life-and-death fight, this kind of straightforward thing is the most effective.
The inventions I am proud of are too flashy and impractical.
If he really waits for a battle, everyone around him will most likely die.
If you are really fighting for your life, you won't be given so much time to set up your position.
