Bug Master In Doomsday

The first among the senior cadres of the worm group were the ministers of the Intelligence Department and the Shadow Department. They were powerful and their body and speed were just like ghosts. When they learned the order, they immediately put down their work. In three minutes, They rushed from Gushan City to this wooden house stacked with three stoves.

The two who came were middle-aged men with vigorous aura and a strong suit. The aura all over them was gloomy and cold. The minister of the Shadow Department lingered on his body, looking at a terrifying demon released from hell.

"You two, come here!"

Bai Jue beckoned at the dumbfounded two in his eyes. Wang Mang sat on the bed and watched them both, throwing the cigarette **** into the stove, his tone a little serious.

"You two go to various gathering places in China to search for cursed talents, and look for stone monuments in various areas. Maybe there are some special items about curses. I don't expect you to find them for me in a few days, but the sooner The better."

Both of them were senior cadres of the insect group, and at the same time Wang Mang's diehard loyalists. They had always done ten percent of Wang Mang's orders.

Although Wang Mang had not set the deadline, they had already made a decision in their hearts. After they returned, they would activate the tentacles of the insect group spreading across the entire Huaxia region, and they must search for all the information about the curse.

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Time flies, and it's another inadvertent. Half a month's time passed in a flash. In a small village where birds and flowers are scented and densely forested, he wears a thick cotton-padded jacket with patches and rough cloth, and an old man with white eyebrows wearing a dog-skin hat. Waist, holding a copper cigarette stick in his hand like a dead branch.

He rubbed the scum on his chin, and there was a faint mud spot on his face that he hadn't washed for a few days. He spit a bit of saliva on his palm, and rubbed his palm vigorously against his ugly face.

"It's really irritable. Why do people from this human alliance come every day? It really doesn't make people quiet."

The old man with white eyebrows complained casually, looking at a figure slowly approaching at the entrance of the stockade, his speed of spitting his face accelerated a little, "Old man, would you like to go out today?!"

"No, you don't want to come here in the future. There are few people in my small village, but it's enough to support yourself, and you don't need your human alliance to supplement it."

"You can't say that, old man, in what era is the monster beast's furs made into cloaks and fur coats, there are more than a dozen people in your stockade, don't they want to eat well and dress warmly?

As long as you agree to come out of the mountain, our human alliance will immediately pick them up to find them in the big city, and we will bear all living expenses. "

"Papa!" The old man with white eyebrows took a bit of irritation and turned away unceremoniously. He had listened to these words at least ten times these days, and his ears had become calluses.

"I said I wouldn't go, so what's wrong with staying here?! There is no monster attack, without your intrigue, a good place like a peach blossom garden, why do you have to leave and go to your gathering places?"

After finishing talking about the young supernatural person in front of him, the old man with white eyebrows directly picked up the bamboo basket next to him and walked towards a hill. He was going home to sleep, and he didn't bother to listen to this person any more nonsense.

"It's not a question of whether to move or not, old man, it's a question of the responsibility of the human race..." Before the young supernatural person finished speaking, the old man with white eyebrows hurriedly walked away in three steps.