My doppelganger drama

Wan Yi took the terminal and checked an ordinary corner in front of him. After a while, he did get feedback about the aura of disaster.

Wan Yi doesn't do much research on disasters, although he seems to often encounter disasters and is inexplicably favored by some disasters.

This kind of disaster detection technology was developed overtime by Gui Yiyi recently in order to deal with some troublesome disasters.

I looked around again, but couldn't find anything more.

"Sure enough, it's not that easy to catch clues." Wan Yi said to himself.

But he is not in a hurry. Anyway, there is no standard that must be met in this matter. If he is really powerless, Gui Yiyi will have nothing to blame.

After all, it's just cooperation and assistance.

Not to mention that the clues this time were actually not broken.

Those people from the Corpse Sect came here to save their little junior sister.

As for the whereabouts of their little junior sister who was captured and is now unknown, there is a strange thing lingering behind her. We can try to find out through this road.

"Don't move!" A voice came from behind, and Wan Yi raised his hands in obedience.

The sound of charging some kind of energy weapon sounded, along with the sound of mechanical joints operating and heavy footsteps. The opponent was not a member of the Corpse Sect, but a garrison of the Silver and Gold Alliance.

"Shouldn't you just kill me?" Wan Yi said.

The other person seemed to be stunned by the question, but before he could piece together the words, Wan Yi suddenly turned around and rushed towards him.

In the shaky vision, his helmet was kicked first, the vision in front of him began to blur, and his steps were scattered. When his eyes recovered, Wan Yi's figure had disappeared from his field of vision.

He searched in a panic, turning his head frequently to be wary of his surroundings. At the same time, he cursed the moisture in his armor, and the detector could not capture the opponent at all!

Suddenly, a face flashed out from a dark angle, approaching him at a fast speed.

He hurriedly raised his energy gun and fired, but to no avail. After receiving a heavy blow to his chest, his whole body was in a state of confusion. The thick armor was no more powerful than a cardboard box in front of the opponent.

Bang!

He hit the corner and felt dizzy.

"Too weak. Although I really don't have much hope for the level of these people here, but are you a bit too much for being such a bad guy?" Wan Yi stepped forward and lightly kicked the iron lump.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he raised his hand and was ready to smash the iron lump together with the person inside.

"Don't! Don't kill me! I was a prisoner taken by them! I escaped during the chaos!" Tie Nian spoke again, but this time he no longer concealed his voice. He suddenly sounded much younger, as if he was not very old. .

"Come out on your own." Wan Yi said.

After struggling for a while, the armor was opened, and the little man inside came out in embarrassment.

A dirty-looking kid, about fourteen years old, with unkempt hair and some blood stains on his body that didn't belong to him.

The look is certainly convincing.

"Where did you get the armor?"

"I used it after the person wearing it died. It feels very safe to wear." The child whispered.

"What now?"

"There's no sense of security anymore."

Wan Yi couldn't help laughing: "He came from time travel?"

"Um."

The child was frightened by Wan Yi's previous performance. At this time, he seemed very well-behaved and answered whatever Wan Yi asked.

Thanks to this, Wan Yi quickly learned about his situation from his mouth.

This child's name is "Mo Hong". He is a fourteen-year-old junior high school student who is an unlucky traveler from the Broken World, and as soon as he lands, he is on the battlefield.

It can only be said that it was a blessing in misfortune that it did not directly become a "box". It fell around this station and was caught on the spot.

Although the Broken World is in a state of severe overpopulation due to the collapse of the boundary zone, the battlefield is an eternal bottomless pit, and the two warring parties cannot represent the entire Broken World.

Among the warring parties in this local battlefield, if he is encountered by the Corpse Sect, he is more likely to be captured. If he is lucky, he will become a low-level disciple. If he is not lucky, he will be directly used as training material for making corpse puppets. The latter is more likely.

If it falls on a deeper battlefield, it is not a strange thing to be affected and die at any time.

The Silver-level Sky Island Alliance naturally doesn't treat prisoners well. Some of the refugees they captured were used as cannon fodder. Perhaps it was because of the rampant "theater troupe" some time ago that many people realized the value of suicide bombs.

Although it is impossible to cultivate super human bombs that are as powerful as the troupe, fearless of death, and chase people, but piling up the number or making traps are good considerations.

During this war, the Silver-level Sky Island Alliance had no qualms about using refugees to make suicide bombs.

It's not very useful, but it's more than enough to make the opponent sick.

Mo Hong was arrested by the garrison here for this reason.

Fortunately, he did not wait until he was buried in a bomb and then hypnotized to be used as cannon fodder. Instead, he waited for this Corpse Sect attack.

A garrison who was supposed to be the commander was beheaded in advance, and Mo Hong took over the armor.

Although the safety seems to be very high, he doesn't know how to use it at all, and he can't even turn on the auxiliary mode. When he met Wan Yi, he was hit with a stone on the spot.

After explaining his situation, Mo Hong looked at Wan Yi uneasily: "Sir, you seem to be different from those who went crazy during the war...will you kill me?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on my mood, although I rarely do anything to people under the age of eighteen." Wan Yi shrugged.

Mo Hong was a little surprised: "Do you have to choose your age when killing people? Is this considered caring for teenagers and children?"

After finishing speaking, before Wan Yi could speak, he suddenly realized: "I understand! Murderers all have their own hobbies. You might be that kind of murderer!"

"...You really don't think you are safe anymore, do you?" Wan Yi looked at him for a while, making him feel frightened, and then said something coldly.

"No, I already despaired of my life about three hours ago. It's best if I can live. If I can't, there seems to be nothing to regret. There's been a war here, and I don't know if my parents are too. Here. After all, life is too fragile on the battlefield."

Wan Yi looked at the junior high school student with some surprise: "You are really open-minded. Are you really only fourteen years old?"

"Actually, I'm already planning to skip a grade. Don't look at me like this, my brain is pretty good."

"Does that mean you're actually a high school student?"

"It doesn't sound very good..." Mo Hong realized that the matter of skipping a grade seemed unconvincing here.

"Forget it, I just finished the massacre and I'm not interested for the moment. Since you have been detained here for a while and are still a prisoner, I will ask you a few questions. If you ask them well, I will let you go." Wan Yidao.

"Sir, if you just let me go, I feel like I, with my skinny arms and legs, still can't survive alone." Mo Hong whispered.

Wan Yi looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Are you bargaining?"

"I don't dare." Mo Hong lowered his head.

Wan Yi looked at him, thinking that this junior high school student was indeed quite interesting, quite courageous, and really had a bright mind.

Considering that he is about to skip a grade, then rounding up he is half a high school student.

After Xu Shen and Yan Yan, new "high school students" appeared.

It seems that compared to Japanese high school students, our country's high school students are quite capable in other worlds.