Long Ao Marvel

After returning to Qiantang with Liu Zheng and others to hand over their tasks, Luo Zhijian returned to school to be his student party member. Later, the Special Group Office never contacted him again, and he had no other ideas. He continued to complete his studies and worked hard for a successful graduation.

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But at least the job in Qiantang has been settled. Although being a field staff member of the Special Group Office has to come into contact with people with super powers, there is a certain degree of danger, but after all it is a public establishment. Besides, he is a superhero - 'Taotie'. Hehe

, in a fight, who is afraid of whom?

The winter vacation came as expected, and Luo Zhijian, like every year, returned to his hometown in Lincang, Yunnan to celebrate the New Year.

Although Lincang is the county with the largest number of permanent residents of ethnic minorities, with more than ten or twenty ethnic groups living in the city, the atmosphere of the Han Spring Festival is not inferior to that of other places.

Lincang is like spring all year round, and you can still feel the gentle breeze and fragrant flowers during the New Year. Every winter, a large number of tourists come here to celebrate the New Year. Yunnan is also a major labor export province, and at the end of the year, a large number of people working outside return home.

After leaving my hometown, during this period, Lincang, which was not very prosperous, would soon become extremely prosperous.

It is lively and you can hear various southern and northern accents on the street. In addition, many local ethnic minorities also have similar celebrations at the end of the year, such as the "Ku Hu Farewell" of the Yi people, the "Wo Festival" of the Wa people, and the "Koni" of the Lahu people.

Hani", the Dai people's "longevity", etc., so Luo Zhijian has a great time during the winter vacation every year.

Of course, it’s even more exciting this year.

Perhaps because of the addition of an unknown creature in his body, Luo Zhijian's eating habits have changed accordingly. As a Yunnan native, he is the kind of person who dares to eat anything, and now he has a special liking for raw and cold food.

When he saw ethnic delicacies such as pork blood mixed with pork blood, minced red and white raw, and Xuewang that were displayed along the street, his mouth watered like a waterfall and he couldn't stop it. Now he doesn't come here every day.

The last two games were not satisfying.

On this day, Luo Zhijian was wandering on the street again to see if he could find any delicious food. He saw a group of people gathered in the distance. People in Yunnan liked the excitement, so he joined in. In the center of the crowd were two people.

A middle-aged man in his forties was cursing and twisting another person's clothes, and from time to time he loudly asked people around him if they knew this person.

The person who was detained and refused to leave was quite strange. He wore a horn mask made of unknown material on his face. He wore a tattered dark cotton coat and an equally shabby bamboo armor coat. Although it looked like

He didn't have a face, but he was probably quite old. He was dragged around without fighting back. He only stretched out his hand to cover his face when the middle-aged man tried to lift the mask off his face.

When Luo Zhijian asked the people next to him, it turned out that the middle-aged man was the owner of a restaurant on the street, and this crazy weirdo stole the roast chicken that was placed at the door of their family, but had no money to pay the bill, so he was caught.

Originally, the boss was planning to call the police, but he couldn't understand a word of what the madman was mumbling. He was worried that he was from a minority group, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he decided to go private, so he ran to the street to make a noise to see if he could get rid of him.

His family was brought over.

The crazy old man was still saying something in a muffled voice. Luo Zhijian had good ears and could tell from a distance that the old man was speaking Miao language. In Lincang, there are very few Miao people. No wonder there were so many people around.

One of them understood what he said. Coincidentally, Luo Zhijian was raised by his grandparents when he was a child because his parents were busy with business, and his grandma is from the Miao ethnic group, so he naturally learned a lot of Miao language.

With this connection, Luo Zhijian could not leave the old man alone, so he stepped out from the crowd and walked up to the restaurant owner and said: "Stop grabbing him. I will pay the total amount."

Luo Zhijian lives in this town, so the boss naturally knows that he has nothing to do with the old man, so he advises: "Don't worry, I have nothing to do with you."

"Okay, okay, that's it." Luo Zhijian pulled away the boss's hand that was grabbing the old man's clothes, stuffed him with two hundred dollars, and said casually, "Don't make a fuss about the Chinese New Year. Do you have any roast chicken? Give it to me.

One more."

Seeing that Luo Zhijian insisted on meddling in this nosy business, the boss had no choice but to let him go. Seeing that there was no more fun to watch, the onlookers dispersed one after another. Luo Zhijian saw the old man sitting on the ground motionless, and put the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper into his arms.

As soon as he lost him, he wanted to leave. After thinking about it, he pulled him up, put it on his arm, and said in Miao language: "Ah Yao (Uncle), where do you live? I'll take you back."

The old man looked directly at Luo Zhijian through the holes in the mask, and he didn't know what he was saying in his mouth.

"Uh-huh, ah! Let's go quickly. I won't see you off when it gets dark." Luo Zhijian could only vaguely hear that he was speaking Miao, but he didn't know its true meaning. He just thought he was old and had a unclear speech.

I just agreed perfunctorily and urged him to show me the way quickly.

The old man stretched out his finger tremblingly and pointed. Following the guidance, the two walked through the streets and alleys, all the way out of the city, but the old man's home had not arrived yet. Luo Zhijian was a little puzzled. He knew that if they went further, they would be a desolate wilderness.

Maybe there was someone else there, so he asked aloud: "Ah Yao, who are you? There is no way ahead."

The old man's hands tightened around Luo Zhijian's arms like iron pincers from unknown time. He didn't answer when he asked questions, but just dragged him forward.

Luo Zhijian was full of doubts, but he had always been bold, and now that he had become a superpower, he was even more confident. Seeing that the old man refused to let him go, he did not struggle, so he was ready to follow him to see if there was anything new. If he dared to do anything to him

If it's not good, it could kill you in one bite.

Since the old man left the city, his movements have become more and more agile. At this time, his steps were fast, and he led Luo Zhijian through twists and turns outside the city, and actually arrived in front of an ancient temple.

This temple is built with a kind of dark wood. The architectural style is completely different from ordinary temples, and there is a strange and evil atmosphere everywhere. The inside of the temple is densely covered with spider webs and dusty. It should have been discontinued long ago. The main hall of the temple

There is a black iron statue reaching up to the roof. I don't know who it is. It has two horns on its head, its face is ferocious, and its hand stretched forward holds a strange-shaped long knife.

Just when Luo Zhijian was looking around, the strange old man behind him unexpectedly found a small flag from nowhere, ran to the center of the hall, danced, and recited incantations in a weird tone. The old man's crazy steps raised

The dust on the ground, the rising and falling sounds,

It caused echoes in the dilapidated hall, and it sounded like countless people chanting a curse at the same time. Seeing this, Luo Zhijian felt a little uneasy in his heart. He moved his feet lightly and wanted to slip away, but he didn't want to be hit by someone under his feet just as he turned around.

He tripped over something and almost fell.

He accidentally lowered his head to look, but was shocked to see that there was a corpse lying on the ground! Without hesitation, Luo Zhijian raised his legs to leave, but he stopped as soon as he took a step.

Broken corpses were everywhere around him, the hall and walls had all disappeared, the sky was filled with smoke and dust, his mouth and nose were filled with the strong smell of blood, and his ears were filled with the desolate sound of wind.

There were no ancient temples anywhere, he was simply in a Shura hell.

There were footsteps behind him. Luo Zhijian turned around and saw a man stumbling out of the fog behind him, running past him and brushing against his shoulder. No matter how he called, he did not stop and soon disappeared in front of him.

Some more people ran past him one after another as if they were running for their lives. Just when Luo Zhijian was about to stop one of them and ask about the situation, he felt a dull buzzing sound coming from behind him.

The voices gradually grew louder and finally converged into a cry:

"Run quickly, they are coming to kill!!!"

What caught his eyes was the surging crowd, with indescribable fear on everyone's face. They had disheveled hair, discarded their helmets and armor, and some even lost their shoes. Luo Zhijian dodged left and right in the crowd, but fortunately he

He was strong enough that these deserters had no time to pay attention to him, so he was not knocked down by those who were in a hurry.

The smoke and dust were stirred up again, and what jumped out this time was a monster. This monster had the head of a human and the body of a lizard. Its skin was as brown as dead wood. It stood more than two meters high. It quickly caught up with the last deserter.

A claw pierced him through, and the man fell into a pool of blood before he could scream.

More monsters rushed over. They just glanced at Luo Zhijian, who was standing still, and continued to chase the fleeing crowd in front. Some soldiers knew that they could not escape, so in desperation, they turned around and came back to fight, and

The monsters fight together.

Luo Zhijian watched coldly. He had already seen that the clothing of these deserters was very primitive. They were definitely not people of their era. There could not be hordes of monsters in reality, so he concluded that this place must be an illusion. Since what he saw was not

It's not a real scene, and these monsters don't attack him, so he doesn't bother to waste his efforts to save these NPCs.

Luo Zhijian watched the two sides fighting for a while, and suddenly discovered that although these monsters were strange in shape, they could very effectively use their claws, tails and even various parts of their bodies to attack others. This gave him a great inspiration. You must know that he became a glutton.

From now on, although the strength and speed will double

Improvement, but more often than not, he just follows the instinct of the beast in his heart to fight, and does not have many skills at all. Especially after losing to Drunk Qilin in the bar, he was deeply aware of his shortcomings, and always wanted to learn something that could improve him.

The techniques of his own fighting ability, but he never got the point.

He once asked Liu Zheng for advice, but Liu Zheng's dragon claw hand was not suitable for his transformed self, and he could not exert his power without the so-called internal force drive. He also sought help from the Internet, but his body structure was too strange.

There are no usable moves. You can't learn them from watching "Animal World"...

Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Luo Zhijian stared intently at the monster's movements. His mind was spinning so fast that he had no time to think about it. Unknowingly, he had gone deep into the battlefield. When Luo Zhijian came back to his senses, he could no longer tell the difference.

Qingdong

The south and northwest were turning, and there were people and animals fighting each other everywhere. The huge shouts of killing, the sound of metal and iron clashing, and the screams before death merged into a noisy sound wave, which hit his eardrums one after another.

At this time, he couldn't tell whether all this was true or false.

However, at this moment, a high-pitched cry for help sounded, like lightning in the darkness, which instantly attracted Luo Zhijian's attention.

"Ahhhh--help me--don't eat me, don't eat me, ahhhh--"

Luo Zhijian followed the sound and quickly chased after him.

It turned out to be five monsters, dragging a young man and running quickly towards the depths of the battlefield. It was this man who made the cry for help.

Luo Zhijian looked again, and his heart skipped a beat. This captured man was different from other human soldiers. He was wearing a black vest!

This person is from the outside world just like me!