"My written test scores at the Air Force Academy were not very good. I was not selected into the fleet's crew class and was assigned to the Marine Corps on a fast assault ship." Mo Jue continued.
"Fourth-class soldiers, Ma Run, get the worst equipment and do the hardest and most tiring work. They have the highest mortality rate in the entire Air Force fleet." Thirty-three shrugged, "Obviously they are a unit affiliated with the Air Force system. As a result, the monthly military pay, food and clothing allotment are not even as good as those of the garrison... Do you know what other troops call Marine? 'Humanoid self-propelled bipedal multi-purpose animal'."
"Yes...the Marine Corps' treatment is very poor, and the combat tasks assigned are also very heavy." Mo Jue nodded, "But thanks to this, I have accumulated a lot of military exploits and experience. Compared with those who For the job of operating a battleship, it seems that I am more suitable to be a soldier who charges into battle... In my third year of joining the army, I was selected by O..T and became a 'Hell Paratrooper'."
"Being selected by O..T means that you are very talented in this area. It would be a real waste if you were sent to drive a battleship." Thirty-three nodded.
"But I only stayed in O..T for less than a year. I was seriously injured during a combat mission and had to choose to retire." Mo Jue pointed to the man-made parts on his body and said, " After I recovered from my injury and returned home, I learned that my mother had died of illness a month ago, and my father had gathered a group of people to form a little-known team of 'lumberjacks.'"
Mo Jue sighed and continued: "Actually, he had already started exploring the Gray Mist Forest before I graduated from the Air Force Military Academy. The identity of 'Lumberjack' was just a cover, but it was not a completely false identity. , their team’s various activity funds, equipment purchase expenses, and living expenses of all family members all need to be obtained by selling fog perch trees. In this way, they explore the gray fog forest while harvesting fog perch trees...
"My father originally didn't want me to join this team, but at that time I was discharged due to injury and the double blow of my mother's death. I was very depressed and even tried to commit suicide... He had no choice but to take me with him. As time went by, I became integrated into this team.
“At the beginning, I didn’t know their true purpose of forming this team. I naively thought that they were exploring deeper into the forest to harvest better quality mist trees and make more money... Until one day, I Outside his father's tent, he overheard a conversation between him and several of the first members who formed the team with him.
"The content of the conversation was very vague, and I couldn't hear it very clearly, but they mentioned the central area of the forest many times, and what other wrecks, ruins and the like..."
wreckage? ! Ruins? ! Does this refer to the engine wreckage site located in the middle of the gray fog forest?
Ke Lan couldn't help but take a deep breath... Isn't this a secret that only the Undead Crew Guild is qualified to know? Why would Mo Jue's father know? !
"My father and those people were very alert. I only eavesdropped for a few minutes before I was discovered. I still remember that the other people had strange expressions at that time, but they left quickly without saying anything. After that, my father took me Pulled into the tent." Mo Jue recalled, "He asked me what I heard, and my answer was the same as what I just said. He sighed, patted me on the shoulder, and said How about I quit this team and find another job?
"I didn't understand very much. I asked him what he meant... He hesitated for a long time before telling me that they were pursuing a secret buried in the core of the Gray Mist Forest. This secret even involved the disappearance of the Alpha civilization. reason."
Why did Alpha civilization disappear? !
Ke Lan and everyone else present couldn't help but hold their breath and stared at Mo Jue intently, waiting for her to continue.
"But I asked him what the secret was, and he refused to tell me. He only asked me to quit the 'Lumberjack' team. Of course I refused to agree, and the matter was delayed for several months, until they Decided to launch an attack to a depth of 500 meters..."
"Then your father disappeared?" Ke Lan suddenly understood the mentality of those readers who wanted to hack the author to death when they saw the sudden eunuch he was chasing.
"Well, my father has a notebook that he carries with him. He writes down the records of each action, the discoveries made during the exploration, and what they often discussed in meetings, but he never allowed me to touch that notebook. So for my father I may not know as much as you about the 'secret' I'm talking about. As for my brother, he only joined us after his father disappeared. He was deceived in his business and owed a lot of debt. There's really nothing he can do about it. Just found me."
"What about that notebook?" Thirty-three asked subconsciously.
"She already said that her father carried it with her. Without even thinking about it, she must have disappeared with her father." Ke Lan said, "It's a pity. If this thing can be left behind..."
Mo Jue nodded and agreed with Ke Lan's statement.
"By the way, what about the others, those who discussed the 'secret' with your father? Where are they now?" Ke Lan asked again.
"Not everyone in the team knows the 'secret'. Only the few people who originally formed the team know... But they either disappeared like their father, or died in the battle just now. The only two remaining Personally, they appeared about ten minutes after they died." Mo Jue replied.
"Fuck!" Ke Lan punched the ground angrily, "If only we could have rushed there earlier! God knows we missed such an important clue in just ten minutes!"
"Don't you even know what's in the Gray Mist Forest?" Mo Jue asked curiously, "Aren't you ruin hunters? Didn't you come here because there is a ruin in the Gray Mist Forest?"
"This matter...how should I put it..." Ke Lan smacked his lips, "Actually, the purpose of our trip has nothing to do with our identity as ruin hunters. We are also pursuing a secret, and we have It is very possible that the secret we are pursuing and the secret your father is pursuing are the same thing."
Ke Lan stretched out his fingers and pressed the temples on both sides of his head, reviewing the words Mo Jue just said one by one... In a daze, he seemed to see a few words light up in his mind.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
