The door opened, and there was a stone platform in the center of the sealed space, with a black box placed on the stone platform. It looks ordinary, but others are prepared for it.
Mi Qing was protected behind him, and the staff opened the box.
"Shua——"
A black sharp weapon like a sickle appeared, aiming at the staff member's neck. The soldiers guarding the side fired instantly, and the special bullet hit the sickle. The sickle shattered with a click and dissipated in the space.
The contents of the box jumped out and were completely revealed to the public.
A slender floating yellow and white lantern without a handle, with a dim red tassel hanging from the bottom. There was a black sickle painted on the yellow and white lantern. At this moment, there was a hole on the sickle, which seemed to have been penetrated by some sharp weapon. Black smoke flowed out of the hole.
The smoke is clearly in the painting, but it seems to be flowing.
The flowing smoke jumped out of the paper and wandered around the living person, waiting for the opportunity to find the best angle to attack.
Feng Cheng explained: "The first-level lamp virtual spirit is good at attacking humans with paintings on paper. Once it is hit, the black smoke will be injected into the human body and pollute the human spirit. In contrast, every time it attacks, it will generate lamps Wax. Lamp wax is strange. It can stop bleeding when applied externally. Its weakness is that it is afraid of fire and water. Its IQ is like that of a five- or six-year-old child. Other characteristics are still being tested."
As she said that, she glanced at the data monitoring on the wall, "It has been captured for 432 days, and it needs to be sent to the Void Realm regularly for nourishment."
Mi Qing: "..."
It still needs nurturing, which doesn’t sound docile at all. But the scene where Deng Xuling attacked the staff just now still surprised her.
So, is this the spirit of the void?
An unheard of product, mysterious and confusing.
Her heart was beating violently, and she touched it. It had been a long time since her heart had beat so violently. The charm of this world was revealed little by little in front of her.
"What should I do?" she asked eagerly.
The staff member answered, "You need to contact it directly and update your archives. It will not attack a second time in a short period of time, so you can rest assured."
Mi Qing understood.
Her fingers were slender. Under the protection of the soldiers and Feng Cheng, Mi Qing stretched out her hand to touch Deng Xuling. A strange thing flowed into the body from the palm, and then appeared in the form of words in the mind.
A scene beyond her comprehension made her breath hitch.
Feng Cheng saw that she was not breathing properly and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"
Mi Qing looked strange, "Archivelist, just an encyclopedia?"
"Have you really evolved?" Feng Cheng was excited. The staff glanced at Mi Qing, but the soldier next to him still held the gun and aimed at Deng Xuling without any distraction.
Mi Qing held her hand in vain, and the black sickle on Deng Xuling's paper was pulled out by her forcefully, and turned into a physical object in her hand. Just one glance makes me feel majestic.
"……Grass!"
Feng Cheng had never seen anything like this, nor the staff, nor the soldiers. The three of them were shocked.
Without the black scythe, Deng Xuling became violent in an instant, and another black scythe appeared on the paper, rushing towards Mi Qing in a furious manner, and the red tassels flew up.
The soldier raised his gun and shouted: "Get out of the way!"
Mi Qing, however, did not retreat but instead advanced. The black sickle danced in her hand, making a clanging sound as it connected with Deng Xuling's sickle. The next moment, she made a clever move, and Deng Xuling's black scythe was defeated, and Deng Xuling itself fell from the suspended state to the ground, deflated.
Mi Qing: "...don't blame me."
Feng Cheng and the others: "..."
The staff member was the first to recover. He squatted on the ground and checked for a long time, then whispered: "It's over, it's dead." After raising it for 432 days, it turned out to be dead. The data technician who tested it was afraid that it was going crazy.
Mi Qing: "..."
I really don’t blame her.
Feng Cheng looked at the black sickle in her hand that had not dissipated yet, and his brows twitched. At this moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
The staff member turned to look at the black sickle in Mi Qing's hand and called his colleagues.
It doesn't matter that Deng Xuling is dead, what matters now is that the direction of the evolution of Mi Qing's archivist's abilities seems a bit strange, beyond their guess.
So, during a test, Mi Qing even alerted the minister of the foreign branch, not to mention Yang Zhizhou and others at the reception desk.
When Yang Zhizhou came to pick him up, Mi Qing sat obediently and Feng Cheng looked like he was about to cry but had no tears. In a test, the Foreign Affairs Department lost a first-level virtual spirit that had been raised for 432 days.
It is said that the staff member who has been monitoring Dengxuling is about to faint from tears. The other party's monitoring objects are gone, and the monitoring data seems to be stuck at the last moment. Now it has become a waste of effort, and the other party is cursing.
"Deputy Yang," Feng Chengliang burst into tears when he saw Yang Zhizhou.
Mi Qing calls out to people obediently. At this time, she can be as obedient as she wants.
Yang Zhizhou had already seen the video of Mi Qing's test on the way here. He glared at Feng Cheng and then looked at Mi Qing kindly, "It's all trivial, don't worry."
Then he entered the room.
Yu Gongbi, who had followed him, looked at Mi Qing and said with a smile: "Okay. You can kill the first-level lamp void spirit before entering and leaving the void realm. It seems that your time in the training room during this period was not wasted. "
Mi Qing defended implicitly, "It's really not my fault. I was so gentle, and it didn't even catch my move. It suddenly deflated, and I was very..."
"Ahem," seeing Mi Qing still explaining, Feng Cheng coughed quickly when he saw the person behind her.
Mi Qing turned around subconsciously and met the sad eyes of a young man. She quickly scanned the other person's badge - Lu Zhang. He was the staff member responsible for monitoring Dengxuling. Unexpectedly, he encountered someone who was right, and he happened to let others hear his argument.
She was speechless and choked, but she greeted him with a smile, "Brother Lu."
Lu Zhang had a sad face, "Are you strong?"
Mi Qing grinned, "It's all a misunderstanding. Look, I'm not young. It's my first time. I didn't strike lightly, and I didn't keep my mouth shut. I really know I was wrong. You don't remember the faults of small people, please forgive me." Let’s do it this time.” As long as she is not allowed to pay compensation, anything can be said.
She is nearly 1.7 meters tall, about the same height as Feng Cheng. But when the two of them stood together, the childish look on her face could be seen at a glance.
Lu Zhang sighed. He didn't care about a little girl. He just felt sorry for his experimental data. "You said it would be better if you waited four or five days to turn sixteen." At that time, his last experiment would have ended. .
"Look at what Brother Lu said. If I could decide my birth date, wouldn't I become a goblin?" Mi Qing joked as he could tell that Lu Zhang was not angry.
Lu Zhang waved his hand, "Time is fate, so don't talk about it." He could only change his research topic again, hoping that this time it would be smoother.
He waved his hands and left, leaving Feng Cheng and the other two people behind. They saw Mi Qing heaving a sigh of relief. The former couldn't help but laugh, "I thought you were not afraid of anything." He was usually timid, but he didn't expect that when he said nice things, he was so nice. Very.
Mi Qing sighed, "I fell in love with a spear some time ago, and I can't afford to lose it to a first-level Deng Xuling."
