Bright!

Recalling the things in my memory that could correspond to this point in time, after thinking about it, it seems that the only one is Gu Yinduo Kuroshio.

It's the day that once every three months, weird things break out and attack human safety strongholds.

Every time on this day, whether it is the Lighthouse, Zion, Tianrui Lifeng, or the Red Moon Temple.

There will be weird impacts, which are disasters that happen every quarter.

This tradition has lasted for several epochs and thousands of years.

The Fourth Era was once very difficult to face the impact of the Black Tide, but after the Zion Steam Revolution, this situation completely changed.

Human beings who entered the steam age had guns and cannons.

Even without the help of warlocks, ordinary humans still have the capital to contend with weirdness.

So during the Kuroshio in recent years, as long as you stay home that night and don't run around, it's usually fine.

The weird things that hit the city-state will basically be solved by the guards and night watchmen in the high-walled area.

There is no way to rush into the city.

However, the full name of this event has always been the Dark Tide of Ancient Yinduo, or Kuroshio for short.

But the reminder here is about the Red Moon Tribulation, which doesn’t match up!

“Normally, there shouldn’t be any problem with things like the Kuroshio, and the Night Watchmen can handle it.

But with so many reminders and this strong feeling..."

Xu Le always felt that the so-called Red Moon Tribulation might not be as simple as the black tide in the past.

No matter what, he had to be prepared.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Xu Le returned to his house.

Looking at the dim lights, I slowly fell asleep.

…

The next day, Xu Le woke up very early.

After a simple wash, he put on a crisp suit, which was also the original owner's only set of valuable clothes.

Except for being a little thin, Xu Le is still very satisfied with his appearance.

He took out Lao Zhou's medal, looked at it, and then put it away.

"hope everything is fine."

When Xu Le walked out of the door, he saw many pedestrians purchasing defense supplies, and shouts could be heard everywhere.

It can be said that the stall culture has been brought to its extreme here.

"9 cents for a sandbag? Are you robbing?"

“If you like it, buy it, if you don’t, go away!”

"Standard retired knives, 70% new, only cost 1.5 yuan."

The purchasing power of lighthouse currency is quite strong, so prices appear to be very low.

In addition to knives and weapons, stall owners mainly use wooden boards, nails, and sandbags.

The lower city is not as safe as the upper city, although the black tide will basically be stopped by the night watchman.

But from time to time something slips through the net, so it’s natural to take some precautions.

Even if it wasn't for defense against weirdness, the bad environment in Lower City was full of gangs, homeless people, and so on.

Therefore, establishing some home protection can be considered as a precaution.

According to the location in his memory, Xu Le came to the vicinity of the No. 62 drinking water area in Xiacheng District.

Lao Zhou's home is here.

The original owner and Lao Zhou met in school.

Lao Zhou, as a retired soldier, works as a security guard at the school, while Xu Le is an international student with a weird personality.

The two of them should have had little contact with each other, but one day Xu Le secretly studied the forbidden things of warlocks, and was accidentally discovered by Lao Zhou.

After some entanglement, we finally got to know each other.

Both of them were short of money, so they thought of going out to make some money.

Because the rule of the lighthouse is that anyone must stay with at least two people when going out. If both of them come back safely.

That just requires a routine check, and if there's only one person left...it's the Night Stayer.

Your teammate is dead, and no one knows what you went through in the darkness, and no one can prove whether you were contaminated by Gu Yinduo.

So once a person dies, a stay-at-home check is done.

Relying on the secret knowledge learned by Xu Le, Lao Zhou has a moderate veteran strength.

The two hit it off and started going out together, searching for old-era items, remnants of ancient music, etc. to sell for money.

Before this operation, they had successfully gone out three times.

The harvest is not particularly large, but compared with the meager salary and scholarship, it is already a huge sum of money.

If it weren’t for the encounter with Guyinduo Fruit, this cooperation might have continued forever.

But that’s how people are, interests will make people cooperate.

It can also lead to betrayal.

"Why!"

Xu Le sighed slightly and calmed down his expression.

His originally gentle demeanor now became much more serious and capable.

He knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, is Aunt Zhou at home?"

Xu Le didn't know Zhou Ke's wife's name. Zhou Ke usually called her "wife, wife". With the original owner's personality, it was impossible to ask about this in detail.

The only thing I know is that his daughter's name is Zhou Tingting.

"Who is it?" Soon, a somewhat gentle and hesitant voice appeared in the room.

"Hello, my name is Xu Le, and I'm here about Mr. Zhou Ke."

Xu Le could feel that the other party had arrived at the door, and he was probably still observing him.

Looking around, he knew that this orphan and widower lived in Xiacheng District. Without Zhou Ke as the backbone, the risks would definitely rise sharply.

After a while, after confirming that Xu Le was not a gangster or a homeless person, the door was opened, and a woman in her fifties appeared in front of him.

This should be Lao Zhou's wife, a very ordinary woman, so ordinary that you would ignore her after seeing her.

"Hello, my name is Xu Le, I'm here today..."

Zhou Ke's wife suddenly stretched out her hand to stop Xu Le from talking, and her eyes began to dodge, as if she didn't dare to look at Xu Le.

She lowered her head and said nervously:

"Come in and talk."

"good."

Entering the house, Xu Le heard the voice of a young girl.

"Mom, who is it?"

A girl two or three years younger than Xu Le came out wearing a slightly thin shirt and a pair of big slippers that didn't fit her feet well.

Soon, Xu Le could see clearly what this girl looked like.

She has a skinny figure, not to mention breasts, and not much flesh on her arms and thighs.

Her hair, dyed yellow, is a little dry. Apart from a pair of small eyes, the freckles on her face are the most impressive.

Xu Le did not expect that Zhou Ke's daughter was always full of praise.

it turns out……

"It's fair to assume that Lao Zhou is just a retired veteran who works as a security guard and lives in almost the outermost part of Xiacheng District.

Such people can give birth to children who are as beautiful as gods, well-informed and knowledgeable.

It probably only appears in novels and TV series. "

"Who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Xu Le, you should be Zhou Tingting, right?"

"Yeah, what are you doing? Doesn't that old ghost owe money outside?"

Zhou Tingting's attitude and tone made Xu Le frown slightly.

Is he really a bad character, or is he just pretending to be vigilant?

Forget it, no matter what, Zhou Tingting and her mother are family members Zhou Ke cares about.

"Zhou Ke him..."

"You guys talk first, I'll get you a glass of water."

Lao Zhou's wife stood up in a panic and kept rubbing her fingers together. Xu Le looked at her expression and understood.

This ordinary woman is still sensitive enough. She should know about Lao Zhou's recent outings.

She must have had a hunch as to why she came this time.

"No need to bother, Aunt Zhou. In fact, you should know the purpose of my coming."

When Xu Le said this, Zhou Ke's wife had already covered her mouth.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?

Hey, boy, why are you bullying my mother? "

Zhou Tingting hugged her mother, and the woman in her arms began to howl and cry after being hugged by her daughter.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Tingting looked up at Xu Le as if she realized something belatedly.

"No, it can't be right? My dad...him?"

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