By noon, there was still no sign of Ning'an in the community.
"This young master is probably lost again."
Jing Yu sat cross-legged on the stone lion by the door, watching people coming and going, half amused and half complaining.
With that said, he called Ning'an's video, looked at the young man's confused look, and pressed his temples.
"Thirteen! Come out!"
Little Thirteen rushed over and looked at the Taoist priest, "What's the matter?"
"Go and pick up this young master. He can save your boss."
"Okay! Okay! Wait, young master, I'll be there soon!"
The video hung up, Ning An put away his watch and scratched his head.
The clouds were accumulating, the sun was missing, and there were so many people coming and going. Among a hundred people, there were a hundred people from the southeast, northwest, and northwest. Perhaps the coming cold wave had affected the magnetic field. The compass bought at the street stall turned faster than him.
Now that someone is here to take care of you, you no longer have to look around aimlessly. You can simply go back to the subway station, notify you through your ID watch, and then browse around the various stalls to pick out something useful.
"The world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be!"
"Can there be lawlessness outside the safe zone? Killing people in the street in broad daylight! Is there any law? Don't you police take care of it?"
"My third uncle died so miserably. He suffered a lifetime of hardship, and in the end he died inexplicably. Wuwuwu..."
The soundproofing of the subway station is quite good, and there are two worlds inside and outside.
Ning An thought he had come to the wrong place.
Isn't the subway station a place for business? Why is there a mourning party?
Just as Ning An was about to step forward, the smell of blood entered his nose.
Yes, most of them put the corpses on display.
There's more than one.
Normally, when such an unlucky thing happens, people always walk in circles, eager to go as far as they can, but today it was very unusual. Instead, they surrounded the several mutilated corpses and blocked the three or five patrol policemen. Shouting for an explanation.
"Why can murderers use civilian channels? Why don't you care!"
"I saw with my own eyes that not only did you not punish them, but you also entertained them with wine and meat. I'm going to blame your mother-in-law!"
"What's the difference between you and zombies!"
They became increasingly angry and pressed forward step by step. Some even irrationally tried to grab the pistol.
Not everyone was making noises. There were a few spectators gathered not far away, looking at the melon seed peels on the ground. They had obviously been watching for a while.
Ning An was very curious, so he stepped forward and stuffed a puppet crystal.
The man understood the idea and hurriedly put the puppet in his pocket. When he saw that everyone around him was excited to watch the show and no one noticed him, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"They, ahem, it's a long story, but because I'm so generous, I'll keep it short for you, and I'll make sure you spend your money well. But let's talk about it first, these words fall to the ground like chess pieces falling on the chessboard. , just like a completed transaction, you never get back the money after you pay it..."
Ning An made a gesture to get back the puppet crystal, and then he shut up and took a few steps back in a hurry.
"Look at my mouth. I'll say it right away. I'll say it right away."
"Those who are mourning are all explorers. What is an explorer? Just go outside the safe zone... Look at my brain, little brother, you are so generous, I guess you are a great explorer, so I won't talk nonsense here."
"The reason for the commotion is also very simple. My companion died. But, in today's world, there are all kinds of monsters and monsters. Isn't it normal for someone to die? It's like killing people in the street or just being angry, let alone outside the safe zone. , even in the safe zone and in front of the police station, it’s normal.”
"The main reason is the inaction of the police. No, no, inaction is an understatement. The police even took the initiative to entertain the murderers. As for why, there are some rumors in the public. Just believe it."
"But I do have a little tidbit. I won't tell ordinary people about it. I won't take advantage of you if I tell you."
He was mysterious and motioned for Ning An to lower himself.
"Those people are all masters from other worlds, and they are said to have great supernatural powers!"
After speaking, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds for Ning An, waved his hand, and said no more words.
Ning An suddenly realized, grabbed two more melon seeds from the guy's bag, turned around and walked out of the subway station, waiting for someone to pick him up.
He sat on the steps, sometimes looking up into the distance, sometimes looking down at his right hand that had recovered as before, but his mind was entirely on the "master outside the world" that the man called.
Did the girl who saved his life in the bamboo forest have the same origin as those people? He can subdue the second-level fire demon with a wave of his hand, and he is fully worthy of the title of "Extraordinary Master".
There is also the man who sneak-attacked the little beggar. I heard that the little beggar and Lan Xiaoyu couldn't compete with each other, and they even had insidious methods such as "cold poison". Obviously, they were not the power they should have in the early stage of the disaster.
Could it be that they are also people from the future who use Gu Yue to travel through time and space?
No, no.
Ning An frowned and denied this possibility.
It has been less than a week since the catastrophe. Even if those people take puppet crystals and strengthen themselves into first-order evolvers, their strength cannot be so high. Not to mention the strange girl who casually handles the second-order fire evil, even the little beggar's combat power is not inferior. How could an ordinary first-order evolver lose so easily? He also traveled through time, so how could he still retain such tyrannical abilities?
suddenly.
"Young Master, Young Master!"
Xiao Shisan recognized Ning An at a glance and ran over anxiously, "Let's go quickly!"
Ning An was stunned for a moment, knowing that the person who came was the one to answer him, and then smiled and said, "Young Master, this sounds awkward, just call me Ning An."
"Oh, okay. My name is Thirteen, because I am the thirteenth in the courtyard, so I am called Thirteen."
Little Thirteen touched his chin and was silent for a long time.
"Lu Shisan."
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inside the house.
There were children squatting at the head and end of the bed. Lu Fei lay flat on the bed, his face paler than in the early morning. Even though the air conditioner was turned on, he was still shivering from the cold.
"Come on, come on, Ning'an is here!"
Jing Yu took the lead in the door and clapped his hands. Xiao Shisan immediately jumped in and made a "invite" gesture.
Ning An rolled his eyes and quickly came to the bedside, "Who hit me?"
Lu Fei opened his eyes with some difficulty and shook his head.
Ning An held down Lu Fei who was about to get up and called Jing Yu. The Taoist priest nodded and went to get the boiled medicinal materials.
White fingers flickered the flames, Ning An frowned, and gently pressed on the pulse of Lu Fei's wrist.
Although cold poison and fire poison are named after poison, they are not as mysterious and difficult to explain as traditional poisons. They were more common in later generations. Cold poison is actually the entry of cold air into the body, causing excess yin and deficiency of yang in the body, which can range from wind and cold to fainting in severe cases. As long as you take good care of yourself, there is no risk to your life.
It’s just that the cold disaster is coming, and the most lacking thing is time.
Ning'an naturally knows how to get rid of the cold.
The firelight stuck to Lu Fei's wrist, penetrated under the skin and turned into red threads, traveling around the meridians, coming on and off.
Wherever the red line passed, his skin turned from pale to rosy. When the flames poured into his dantian, Lu Fei was already prepared. He stretched his head and spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood into the basin.
The black blood fell into the basin and soon turned into ice, which was so cold.
Lu Fei breathed a long sigh of relief, his illness receded like a tide, and he gradually regained some of his energy.
"What kind of fire is this?"
"Skyfire."
Ning An smiled, and the ancient parchment book shone brightly in his heart. The first page was no longer blank, but had a few lines of text and a incomplete picture imprinted on it.
In the painting, an eyeball looks like an angry eye, looking into the sky. The brushwork is exquisite, and even a hint of emotion can be glimpsed. Unfortunately, there is only an eyeball, and other facial features and even the outline of the body are nothing.
The text description is very brief.
“Ziwei Heavenly Fire.
One of the divine fires, the origin of the stars. "
"Taoism? Buddhism? Talent? No, the effect is so good..."
Lu Fei murmured a few times, sat up and patted Ning An on the back.
"Let me tell you, the kid I was fighting with was ugly, and his moves were ugly too! He had an invisibility spell, and he would run away after hitting him. He couldn't even be touched. Don't let me do that next time. If you touch him, I will use my fist to give him a facelift!"
"That really does what you want."
Ning An smiled and pointed outside the door.
"I'm afraid there are quite a few who can fight now."
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At the same time, inside the municipal building.
There were two rows of banquets in the reception hall, with crisp melons and red fruits, fine wine and fat meat, and the sound of singing lingering in the room. And with the exquisite decoration, the sounds of gobbling, singing, dancing, and gobbling could not be heard at all.
No one saw it, so no one was jealous.
The senior executives drank wine and chatted happily, and as soon as they spit out the words, the flattering words slipped out like pearls, mixed with a bit of drunkenness, and praised them to the top of people's hearts.
The Lord is the Lord of the people. At this time, he is groveling, with a sincere smile on his face, and his belly is full of wine and meat.
Guests are guests from outside the world, usually marginalized figures in aristocratic families. This time, through experience and just a little bit of information, the little transparent person in the past suddenly became a guest. Compared with the untouchables who were about to starve to death outside the window, it was extremely luxurious.
The wine was in full swing and the leader was in high spirits, but the leader was extremely drunk, twisting around and talking nonsense.
Isn’t this?
The burly leader couldn't stand upright and fell onto the table. Grease spread all over the floor. He rolled along the tablecloth and under the table, and was drenched in fat meat and wine.
It caused bursts of laughter, and the scene suddenly became more heated.
"Laugh, hiccup... Why are you laughing?"
After casually eating the meat on his lips and drinking the wine in the gully of the tablecloth, the leader stood up unsteadily, half angry and half teasing, "Old man Li, why do you laugh at me? If your wife knew you were fooling around here, , I’m afraid you’re going to kneel on the washboard again!”
"Nonsense! Nonsense! Lao Jin, you are drunk!"
"Hahaha! The dignified Marshal Zhang is actually afraid of his wife!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The dignitaries laughed, and the guests laughed too.
They don't know what a general or marshal is, or what kneeling on a washboard means, but they do know what it means to be henpecked.
The chief of gangsters was so excited that all kinds of Zhang parents and Li family shortcomings appeared one after another. The little old men suddenly started to quarrel, and some even rolled up their sleeves and wanted to make gestures on the spot.
In the chaos, the leader who seemed a little unconscious spoke again.
"My lord, my lord, I heard that hiccup..."
He lay on the shoulder of a young guest, smelling of alcohol.
"What kind of disaster has happened these days?"
The bustle suddenly stopped.
I saw the young guest put down his wine glass slowly and said, "What a disaster..."
"there is."
He waved his hand and patted his shoulder again, but the chief avoided him, was slapped twice, and fell to the ground. He was obviously drunk.
"Haha, Lao Jin is drunk! I'm just telling you, spreading rumors that I'm afraid of my wife, nonsense, nonsense!"
Marshal Li shook his head, struggled to lift up the unconscious leader, apologized to the guests, opened the door and went out to sober up.
The young guest shook his sleeves, glanced at the wine stains on his shoulders, and clicked his tongue.
Who here is not a human spirit? Just by clapping his hands, a beautiful woman came in, undressed him and put on new clothes.
Only then was he satisfied.
"Looking at your sincerity, I might as well give you some information. After seven days of the sun rising and the moon rising, there will be 'disasters', which are cold disasters, fire disasters, and wind disasters."
"I feel a little sleepy."
He coughed, and the young people in the room understood what he was doing, held their heads high and went out one after another.
The door slammed shut, taking away the last light in the house.
The old guys seemed to have their souls sucked out, and they all collapsed on the ground.
Snap.
Snap.
Snapped!
The room suddenly became bright.
The old guys hurriedly covered their faces and wiped their tears randomly.
It turned out to be Chief Jin and Marshal Li who had returned.
"Cry, cry, cry, why the hell are you crying?"
"Kowtow? Go along with the crowd? Do you know how many lives he can save just by what he said just now? I didn't even cry, I think it's worth it, let alone two slaps, even if I let me eat shit, I won't hesitate of."
"Is your face worth his money?"
Chief Jin finished cursing angrily, but when he didn't say anything, he casually picked up another one.
"Tell me, how much is your face worth?"
"Half of your body has been buried in the loess, so how can you save face?"
The white-haired old man broke away and continued to collect the cooked meat on the ground, his face covered with tears.
"It's just a pity that all the food was fed to the dogs!"
After speaking, Chief Jin couldn't bear it anymore and his eyes turned red instantly.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
Regardless of the original intention, this scene is so ironic.
