Sitting among the psychics, Li Liang clearly felt their embarrassment.
Among them are construction workers, steel mill workers, cooks, security guards, street vendors, and low-level thugs from small gangs. Magic and Taoism have not brought much change to the lives of these people. Nowadays, the trend of psychics is gone. , they can only go back to their old business, living with daily necessities.
The only person who still has some savings is the owner of this house, the former altar master Zaleplon. In the past, the "Psychic" organization could receive a sum of funds from Zhuos every year. In addition to purchasing equipment and transportation, it would also pay salaries to full-time psychics. The annual salary of the altar leader was naturally higher, and Zaleplon was also included. The old man in the organization had saved some money.
Mastering magic and Taoism will inevitably give people the illusion of "extraordinary". Coupled with the pie painted by Zhuo Si, psychics never care about money. They endure poverty and look forward to the arrival of the "new world". Over the years, Countless "fuels" died in their hands, and countless people with inspiration suffered misfortunes.
It's a pity that Zhuos lost and the Dominator lost.
The earth is a spiritual desert. Magic and Taoism have lost their foundation. "Supernatural" is like a bubble or a beautiful dream. When they suddenly wake up, they face only the cruel reality.
Li Liang finally understood that those psychics who dared to attack Chen Yishui and Old Tang did not have any plans, but were just afraid of being judged and liquidated.
These people have long been shattered by reality, like frightened birds and lost dogs.
"Sorry for the poor hospitality," Zaleplon carefully put the best food in the house on the table. The former altar owner had gray hair and the wrinkles on his face showed deep fatigue.
After Li Liang distributed supplies for a day, he naturally recognized that the fruits on the table and the plates of stir-fried vegetables were all from supplies, and several staple foods were cheap algae products.
Others stood around, submissive, and no one dared to sit down.
"Everyone, sit down," Li Liang smiled and glanced at Brother Shui.
Chen Yishui said softly: "Sit down."
moment.
Everyone sat down one meter away from the dining table.
Li Liang turned his head and looked somewhere in the room: "Zaleplon, can I see your sword?"
"Okay," Zaleplon stood up and walked to the cabinet in the living room. He dug out a half-meter-long unsheathed blunt sword from a pile of old clothes, turned around and handed it over with both hands.
Li Liang took the sword, rubbed the blade, and asked casually: "How long has it been since you used it?"
"In the civil war in Dros, I ran out of souls..." Zaleplon stared blankly at the flying sword that once made him so proud, and moved his lips, "...I can no longer drive it."
Li Liang raised his finger lightly and tapped the sword.
Uh-huh~
The sword trembled and made a crisp sound.
Zaleplon lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes. The psychics around him were also lost.
Li Liang sighed silently.
In Ling's field of vision, except for Brother Shui and Old Tang's double-ring rings, there were no other Horcruxes in this room. There were only three magicians including Zaleplon, and there was still a faint trace of spiritual circulation in their bodies.
The magician gave up the Horcrux, and the magician hid the Taoist weapon.
When the power goes away, they are just mortals.
Old Tang on the side sighed heavily.
Li Liang squeezed Old Tang's shoulder, looked around and asked, "What do you think next?"
All the psychics looked at each other, but no one spoke.
Finally, Zaleplon said slowly: "We hope to serve you."
Li Liang's eyes were lowered, noncommittal, and he peeled the orange slowly and methodically.
Zaleplon was stunned for a moment, as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed. The psychics looked disappointed, and some had red eyes.
When Old Tang was about to speak, he was pulled by Chen Yishui, so he had to sigh again.
There was dead silence in the room.
for a long time.
A shirtless young man dressed as a gang member broke out and summoned the courage to ask: "I want to know, what does Makosik City look like?"
"Makosik..." Li Liang smiled, "It's...a ball."
"Ball?" Everyone looked at each other.
"Yes," Li Liang fell into memories, "I was riding in the Pangbotans' spaceship and landed on the entry platform..."
He slowly recounted what he had seen and heard in Makosik. At first, the psychics present were a little cautious, but gradually they sat closer and closer to him, listening carefully around him. When he told something interesting, everyone would laugh along with him.
As he narrated, the psychics temporarily forgot that they had lost everything, and it seemed that the spiritual world that haunted them was within reach.
Until midnight, the psychics drank up all the wine in Zaleplon's house. Speaking of which, the bottles of expired vodka were far from making people drunk, but they were really drunk. Some people were talking about Marco. Sick, someone shouted a magic spell that they knew by heart.
Zaleplon hugged the Taoist weapon and fell asleep in the corner of the sofa. Perhaps in his dream, he was soaring three thousand miles with one sword.
Li Liang walked out of the two-story building and walked along the dark alley.
Chen Yishui remained silent, and Old Tang chased him and shouted: "Li Liang, I think they are useful. You said you would rebuild the psychics. You said..."
"Time is too short."
"Ah?" Old Tang was confused, but Chen Yishui suddenly smiled.
"Zhuosi has instilled wrong ideas into these people, making them mistakenly think that they are superior to others." Li Liang stood still, "You can't change this perception. They can't learn real magic and Taoism. Let's wait for now. It will take time for them to adapt to their status as ordinary people."
"Oh, I understand," Old Tang suddenly realized, grinned, and suddenly said worriedly, "What about me? Can I learn real magic?"
Chen Yishui patted Old Tang on the shoulder: "You have been a bun seller from the beginning, and you are still now."
"Fart, we are on the same team now, why am I a big shot..."
Li Liang said angrily: "Who the hell is with you?"
At the entrance of the alley, a pontoon boat was waiting with its hatch wide open.
The three of them got into the pontoon and after sitting down, Li Liang asked, "Have you finished the meeting?"
K poked his head out from the passenger seat: "Yes, we talked about the civil service exam. Robben also connected remotely and participated in the meeting."
"Why, Robben also wants to recruit a group of people?" Li Liang asked in surprise.
"Well," K lit a cigarette, "for this joint meeting civil servant examination, more than 30,000 people have applied for it in seven cities. After screening, at least 20,000 people can use it, except for those assigned to the Order Bureau and the joint meeting. In units at all levels, Robben also wants a group of young people to be sent directly to the legion for training. He said that the gap in fleet crews is too big and they have been filling it with bionics, which makes him and the group uneasy."
"What did Li Ru say?"
K sat back in the co-pilot: "Legion first."
"Li Ru is very generous," Li Liang said with a smile, "Isn't House's expression wonderful?"
"The agents have been unable to be recruited. When the meeting ended, he discussed with Cain that he wanted some people from Mayfly to join the Bureau of Order."
Li Liang couldn't laugh or cry.
He was really sick and had to seek medical treatment, and he didn’t blame House. During this time, gangs merged and fights were everywhere. The Order Bureau had to maintain public order and sometimes had to symbolically arrest a few members of Spades and Yakuza. Who would the average person be? Dare to be a detective in this situation.
While talking, the pontoon boat sailed out of Donggu District and sped towards Fifth Avenue.
Staring at the night scene outside the porthole, Li Liang thought for a long time and turned around and said: "Brother Shui, Old Tang, there is no need to look for the original psychic. The Tifami people will send a batch of equipment to test inspiration tomorrow. You and Order The bureau will cooperate with us to find people with inspiration based on the census. Well, let’s first check the people who have registered for the Civil Service Examination.”
Old Tang nodded.
Chen Yishui thought for a while: "It would be best if those who sign up for the exam can gather together, for example... a pre-exam physical exam?"
"I'll inform House and Li Ru." K's voice came from the co-pilot, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"There seems to be a scene between you and Cain tomorrow morning," Li Liang leaned back in his chair and pinched his eyebrows, "Captain Timo will come to Zhongjing tonight. I hope there won't be any bad news in the spiritual world..."
