Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland

Hongyunzong, shanty town,

Chen Wang is sitting cross-legged and meditating, practicing the Xuanhuo True Skill, and his magic power is steadily increasing.

Although the whole city of Qiongqi Wilderness Mining Refuge is under martial law and closed to no entry or exit,

But it had no impact on Chen Wang.

He practiced quietly in the world of immortality,

The richness of spiritual energy in the two worlds is simply heaven and earth.

"In the winter world, it is impossible to practice immortality skills because the spiritual energy is too thin."

Chen Wang couldn't help but sigh with emotion after finishing his practice.

Chen Wang did not relax in practicing those basic spells, such as Fireball, Quicksand, Sky Eye, and Exploration.

Immortality cultivation spells cover a very wide range and are of various kinds. These are relatively basic spells.

There are also the ecstasy spells and beast control techniques that he learned from Qinghe Zhenren's manual, and he also studies and practices them from time to time.

Nothing happened here at Hongyun Sect;

The last time he killed Sun Hongsheng and his wife, it was nothing.

However, the manpower in the market has been strengthened, and the inspection of the casual cultivators who come back has been strengthened.

"Troubled times."

Chen Wang was a little emotional.

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winter,

Two more zombie outbreaks occurred in Qiongqi Mining Shelter.

With the whole city under martial law, two more zombie outbreaks occurred.

The senior management of Qiongqi Mining felt the seriousness of the matter.

At this time, several senior executives of Qiongqi Mining were having a meeting in the building.

Among them were Mr. Wang, a man with a profound face who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, a middle-aged man with a big belly,

They are discussing this matter.

After the meeting, Mr. Wang stayed, lit a cigarette and held it in his hand without smoking.

His face was extremely profound, and his eyes were sad at this moment, which made him look even more story-telling.

"Troubled times."

His emotion was the same as that of Chen Wang, the old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life murmured to himself.

After the second zombie attack occurred, he reported the matter.

The matter is too big and there is no need to hide it.

The Qiongqi Mining Refuge is not his fault. If he doesn’t report it, someone will naturally report it.

"There are two other shelters that have similar problems to ours. Is there another zombie crisis?" said middle-aged man He Jinming.

Mr. Wang said worriedly: "Madman, what are they planning to do?"

At first he thought the other party just wanted to disrupt the official deployment and took the opportunity to attack the shelter.

But now there have been many zombie killings and attacks on civilians.

It is puzzling that the people in the church have disappeared like stones sinking into the sea.

Mr. Wang, who has always seen the world, couldn't help but have a headache.

He Jinming said solemnly: "If they can control the zombies, it will be a disaster for us."

Mr. Wang shook his head: "There is a problem inside. If zombies can really be controlled on a large scale, they won't fight in small groups like this."

Many people have died recently, but in the eyes of these big guys, it is still a small-scale attack.

The folk customs in the cold winter are extremely fierce. There are many people who use guns and knives every day, and the mortality rate is very high.

The recent deaths are one thing;

Zombie killings have appeared many times in the shelter, but the root cause cannot be found. This phenomenon is disturbing.

Although Mr. Wang lit a cigarette, he did not smoke it and let the cigarette burn in his hands.

Even if his fingers were burned, Mr. Wang seemed to have no feeling at all. Looking at the endless cigarette butts in his hand,

Two fingers tapped lightly to snuff it out.

He Jinming said slowly: "Mr. Wang, what do you think we should do?"

Mr. Wang was unusually tired at this time. He rubbed his swollen temples and was silent for a long time. He said slowly,

"No more martial law, let the news out. The church has the means to control zombies. This zombie attack must be controlled by the church behind the scenes."

"Since I can't hide it, let's make the news bigger and expose it."

He Jinming was stunned, thought for a moment and then said: "Brilliant!"

Wang Laodao: "It's not about being clever. You have to be loose on the outside and tight on the inside, hide people in the dark, and figure out the church's information at any cost."

They have official channels here, and there are channels in the world.

Some people, such as the man in a suit from before, specialize in intelligence business.

This kind of person has deep power, like an underwater crocodile.

Now Mr. Wang wants to put the matter in the open and let everyone know.

In this way, the zombie attack on the shelter has an inevitable relationship with the church.

In fact, even if it has nothing to do with the church, such methods should still be used.

Hack him and that's it.

He Jinming nodded: "Do you want to apply to transfer the fourth-level troops?"

Wang Laodao: "Those people have no clear mission and will not be used easily."

The shelter he was in was just one of the Qiongqi Mining shelters.

The fourth-level troops are limited. One reason is that the fourth-level genetic medicine is rare, and the failure rate is also terrifyingly high.

Therefore, every fourth-level unit is extremely powerful.

The three major powers and the church treat it like a treasure.

He Jinming was a little worried: "I hope there will be no fourth-level troops involved in the church."

Although there is large-scale fire suppression, the individual combat capabilities of advanced arms are extremely strong.

And they have so many genetic abilities, I don’t know what they can do.

"One more order. If something happens to the forehand, the deputy will take over. No one can mess up at this time."

Mr. Wang said in a deep voice.

The more this happened, the more unsure he felt.

Although there is a terrible crisis caused by zombies, the scale is not too big, and the troops in the shelter can completely suppress it.

But now church members are hiding in the water, how can people not be afraid of them.

…………

Chen Wang leaned against a dilapidated jeep,

This was snatched from those thugs and it looks pretty good.

It was just that the person who was taught the lesson last time hit the front of the car into a dent.

His facial features are sharp and angular, his eyebrows are thick and black, his nose is straight, his shoulders are wide and his waist is thin, and he has a pair of long legs, which makes him look somewhat heroic.

Soon, a beautiful young woman wearing a suspender skirt who looked gentle and demure came over.

Her skin is as white as snow, and she is the kind of wife who would be stared at when walking on the street.

Wang Wanrong said: "We meet again so soon."

Chen Wangdao: "You came here specially, what's the matter?"

Wang Wanrong said: "I have a commission, and I want to see if you can accept it."

This woman looks extremely gentle on the surface, and her tone is a bit soft.

"Tell me in detail." Chen Wang did not refuse immediately.

This woman was born in Apocalypse Arms and may have some special potions in her hands.

Wang Wanrong took out a photo from her arms. The photo showed a tall and handsome young man, a fair and sunny type.

"The target is this person, Jin Jun. It is said that he is a big shot in the church and is related by blood."

Chen Wang said: "Illegitimate child?"

Wang Wanrong shook her head: "I'm not sure. It's just that the organization wanted to get rid of him. I wasn't sure, so I came to try to contact you."

What she said was very straightforward and she was not deliberately ambiguous.

"You mean that this matter was not authorized by your organization? What conditions can you personally impose?"

Chen Wang shook his head and prepared to leave.

But he was suddenly stopped by a woman.