My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"This message, when you have enough money to buy your life, but not enough to stay here."

Somo gently put down the code paper in his hand, his eyes gentle but with unquestionable determination, "But if you leave now to go to other cracks, I can pretend that I have never seen you. As a priest, I will try to find you in the surrounding cracks." It is not difficult to live in a tribe..."

Wang Qi frowned when he heard this, his face full of unwillingness and helplessness: "No, boss, do you want me to go to other cracks and start over?"

"I guess as soon as I leave this tent door now, Priest Thomas will appear immediately and crush me to ashes."

"Hey, you are really smart."

A trace of surprise flashed in Sumo's eyes, and then turned into a faint smile, "You are indeed very smart and very aware of current affairs. But in this wasteland world, every decision may be a matter of life and death. Since you have come this far , you should understand that once you start something, you can’t go back.”

No matter whether the information given by Wang Qi is true or false, as long as the identity is admitted, there is only one ending.

Perhaps when he first traveled to the wasteland, he would have considered the gain and loss and left Wang Qi behind, trying to counterattack the alien army.

But now, it is obvious that such troublesome methods are no longer needed.

"Well, they don't care if we rebel and leak information, so why would you care?"

Wang Qi pursed his lips and took out his belongings.

"Actually, when I embarked on this road, I knew that there was no possibility of turning back."

Finished.

He took out a small notebook from his arms and gently brushed the dust off the cover, as if it was his most precious treasure.

"All my research results are recorded here, including research on the magical organs of the world of faith, as well as the analysis of the body structures of the alien races outside. If possible, I hope you can hand it over to someone who is truly capable, maybe It can bring some inspiration to them.”

Sumo took the notebook and flipped through the pages, his eyes gradually showing admiration.

Unexpectedly, the notebook did record many valuable discoveries. The clever combination of faith and the study of alien races undoubtedly provided a new perspective for exploring the source of divine magic.

"It can be seen that you do have an inexplicable obsession with controlling special powers." Sumo closed the notebook and placed it on the other side of the pillow. "Okay, I promise you, I will give this notebook to the right person." people."

Hearing this, Wang Qi showed a relieved smile on his face: "Thank you. In fact, I was just thinking that if you just perfunctory me or refuse, I might choose to end my life in your camp. At least this way I can bring you some benefits." It's going to cause some trouble. But you agreed so simply, I will help you again, just as atonement, so that I can feel more at ease when I die."

"But if I meet you again outside, we will still be enemies and we will not show mercy."

"It's what I asked for."

Sumo smiled calmly, his eyes flashing with expectations for the future, "Of course, I hope that after this failed bet against aliens, you can still live to that day."

Wang Qi shrugged freely, with a smile on his lips, turned around and strode out of the tent.

Not long after, the truck's engine roared.

Under the cover of night, they slowly drove towards Hebu and disappeared into the vast wasteland.

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Chu Mansion.

The night was as dark as ink, and everything was quiet, but Zhang Cuicui's heart was in turmoil, and it was difficult to calm down.

Although determined to escape from this golden cage, she did not act recklessly, but carefully planned every step.

After regaining her composure, she first asked the maid outside the house to go to the kitchen to get an exquisite night snack in a calm manner.

The dim sum was full of color and flavor, but Zhang Cuicui just chewed it mechanically, which tasted like chewing wax.

Then she deliberately lit the oil lamp and placed it on the desk, pretending to look at the accounts all night long, in order to confuse the two maids outside the room.

As time passed by, the maid outside the room gradually relaxed her vigilance when she saw her being so focused, and inevitably started to take a nap against the wall.

Seeing this, Zhang Cuicui sneered secretly in her heart.

She stood up slowly, her eyes scanning every corner of the room, and finally landed on the kerosene barrel in the corner of the room.

She gently lifted the kerosene bucket and poured the kerosene evenly on the bed and flammable items.

"Hey..."

With a cry of surprise, the oil lamp was "accidentally" knocked over, and the flames instantly raged like a wild horse, devouring everything around it.

Zhang Cuicui deliberately covered her legs and lay on the ground in pain, waiting for the arrival of the maid.

The two maids heard the sound and rushed over. The moment they opened the door, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

The house was filled with flames, and Zhang Cuicui was lying on the ground. One maid quickly turned around and ran to call for help, while the other rushed to Zhang Cuicui without hesitation, preparing to help her out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

Unexpectedly, just when the maid lowered her body and was about to help Zhang Cuicui, Zhang Cuicui, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes, with a flash of coldness in her eyes.

She waved her right hand violently, and a thick account book hit the maid on the back of the head like a sharp weapon. The maid fell softly to the ground without even making a sound.

"Hmph, for the sake of serving me for half a year, I will spare your life."

Zhang Cuicui said softly, but there was an unquestionable determination in her tone.

She dragged the maid out of the room, then groped around on her body, and soon found a sharp dagger, about thirty centimeters long, with a cold light.

"Chang Bo..."

The firelight cast a long and narrow shadow. Zhang Cuicui held the dagger in her backhand and left quickly along the wall.

She had no confidence in facing Chu Xiaoyong.

The chief of the He tribe looked like an ordinary person, but in fact he was as strong as a chimpanzee and had infinite strength.

However, the old and weak Chang Bo, in addition to being ruthless when calculating people, also had many weaknesses.

From Chu's house, it was Chang's house.

A small courtyard with two entrances. Zhang Cuicui quickly found the room of Chang Bo's youngest son and walked in with a dagger.

When she came out again, Chang Bo was also awakened by the fire next door and was about to go out to investigate the situation.

The two bumped into each other head-on, and Chang Bo's face suddenly changed.

"Madam Cuicui, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing, I just couldn't sleep at night, so I taught you a lesson."

Zhang Cuicui shook the dagger, and the blood on it was still clearly visible, flowing down along the tip of the dagger.

"You..."

"Go in, I'll tell you again, or you'll die too."

Zhang Cuicui took a step forward, and frightened Chang Bo so much that he took three steps back and returned to the room.

"Don't worry, you still have three minutes to tell me what happened today. Of course, you can try to delay for a while, but if you exceed this time, prepare to collect his body."

"Zhang..."

Chang Bo was frightened and took a few steps back and sat on the bed.

"Two minutes and forty seconds."

"Your father is dead, your father is dead!"

Chang Bo looked so scared that he was at a loss, and he shouted randomly.

"I, I definitely didn't lie to you. Zhushikeng tribe was destroyed by evil cultivators seeking revenge. Your father died at the hands of evil cultivators!"

"Where did the news come from?"

"It was from the refugees in the outer area. They sent the news. There were residents of your Zhushikeng tribe among them."

"Will Chu Xiaoyong believe it so easily?"

"He wouldn't believe it, but a first-level priest of the Xiao tribe, named Wang Qi, came at night. He repeated the news of your father's death to the tribe leader and told the tribe leader that your father had someone escape with 20 kilograms of divine ore before he died."

"Where is the stuff?"

"Ten kilograms were coveted by Wang Qi, and ten kilograms have been taken away by the tribe leader."

Hearing this, Zhang Cuicui's eyes became more and more desperate.

No wonder Chu Xiaoyong's attitude would change drastically. 20 kilograms of divine ore is an amount that Zhushikeng could not accumulate in a hundred years.

Since the divine ore has been sent here, it means that there is no possibility of any change in the result.

Zhang Tai, dead?

Thinking of Zhang Tai marrying her to the Yunxiao tribe a few months ago, Zhang Cuicui couldn't help but tremble.

No one knew better than her what would happen if she lived in the Chu Mansion without the background of a third-level high priest.

If it weren't for what happened tonight.

Chu Xiaoyong might have spared her life for the sake of the sacred mine and imprisoned her in the room forever.

But after setting fire to the Chu Mansion and killing Chang Bo's youngest son, there was no room for maneuver.

"Wrong, father was wrong!"

"He wanted to buy my life with these sacred mines, but he didn't know that if the sacred mines fell into Chu Xiaoyong's hands, I would really die!"

Zhang Cuicui fell into a trance, her thoughts drifted away, as if she had returned to the days in Zhushikeng.

And in this moment of trance, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Chang Bo's eyes.

He held his breath and suddenly jumped up from the bed, like a beast forced into a desperate situation, his hands became claws, and he pulled out from under the bed.

A thin machete appeared in Chang Bo's hand, and he chopped it down with a posture of Mount Tai.

"Bitch, go to hell!"

An inch longer, an inch stronger.

By the time Zhang Cuicui reacted, the machete was already close at hand, reflecting a cold light.

It seems that dying like this is not bad?

At least she doesn't have to be caught and tortured by Chu Xiaoyong, the beast.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cuicui actually had a strange smile on her face, and took the initiative to step forward.

"Come on, chop me to death!"

However, at the moment when the machete was about to chop down, time seemed to freeze.

A flash of astonishment flashed in Chang Bo's eyes.

He saw a headless corpse holding a machete and making a chopping gesture, and the tip of the knife was only ten centimeters away from Zhang Cuicui's forehead.

However, it was these ten centimeters, as far away as the end of the world, quietly fixed there and unable to chop down.

"I... am dead?"

The last thought flashed through Chang Bo's mind, and he vaguely saw a frivolous young man walking out of the door.

That is...

"Madam Cuicui, if you die, I can't repay this favor."

Wang Qi blew on his fingers, and the breeze brewing around him gently dispersed.

What a fascinating power.

Even if he is only a first-level priest, he can still dominate the life and death of ordinary people at will, and can even decide his own destiny.

"You...who are you?"

"I am Wang Qi, the priest of the Xiao Department. You should know my identity if you ask him."

"Wang Qi?"

Zhang Cuicui repeated the name silently, and the eyes that had just given birth to hope turned cold again.

"I'm afraid you think too much. Even if Chu Xiaoyong died, he would not give me the ten kilograms of the divine ore."

"What?"

Wang Qi was still admiring his work. He turned his head and couldn't help showing a strange expression.

"Do you think I came here for the divine ore?"

"You can't be here to save me, right?" Zhang Cuicui sneered and simply threw down the dagger. "Come on, kill me, just treat it as my father's request to give you ten kilograms of divine ore."

"What a crazy woman..."

Wang Qi muttered in a low voice. No wonder Su Mo would target Zhang Cuicui. This woman is really a very useful breakthrough point.

"Let's go. I have something to do when I send you out. Besides, your family is still waiting outside."

"Family?"

"You will know when you get out. Forget it. Do you want Chu Xiaoyong to die?"

Zhang Cuicui was stunned for a moment, and then nodded heavily.

It's not just because of the slap tonight, but she knew that if they wanted to survive, only one of them could die.

"Then follow me. Your father is indeed dead, but he helped you a lot before he died, not just that little divine ore."

After Wang Qi finished speaking, Zhang Cuicui finally didn't refute it this time.

The two left Changfu one after the other. Even though they saw many bodies of guards lying in the shadow corners on the way, Zhang Cuicui was not surprised at all.

What happened today was so bizarre that she lost her ability to think.

Until she got out of the high defense wall, a truck stopped not far away.

"Get in the car, my people will take you to see him, and he will explain to you."

"Okay."

Sitting in the car door opened by the co-pilot, Zhang Cuicui thought Wang Qi would get in the car, but she didn't expect the man to close the door.

Through the car window, she noticed that Wang Qi's face was a little abnormal, with some excitement and some regret.

"You don't get in the car? What are you going to do?"

"Miss, you rest, of course I'm going to work, no, to defend the honor of the priest class!"

After Wang Qi finished speaking, he waved his hand and repeated the second half of the sentence in a low voice.

The truck slowly moved forward, the engine roared weakly, dragging the body forward.

When it completely disappeared from sight, Wang Qi whistled a melodious melody and hurried to the Chu Mansion.

The sky gradually brightened.

The fire that had been burning in the Chu Mansion for half the night was finally put out, leaving the ground in a mess of ashes.

"Report to the clan leader, the third wife is missing. According to Ah Xiang, she was knocked unconscious by the third wife!"

"The source of the fire has been found. The kerosene barrel in the third wife's room was overturned, causing the fire."

"The second wife and the sixth wife were also burned. Now they are going to ask the doctor to come."

The servants in the mansion came one by one to report.

Chu Xiaoyong, who was sitting on the big bluestone, had a gloomy face and a look of wanting to bite someone.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and asked with red eyes, "Where is Chang Bo? Why didn't I see him when I was fighting the fire? Let him come to see me immediately."

"Okay, I'll go and call Chang..."

"No need to call."

Before the servant finished speaking, a lazy voice sounded in the front hall.

Wang Qi yawned, holding two hot buns in his hands, and walked over while eating.

"What a loser! You made me wait till dawn for such a small fire."

"You..."

Chu Xiaoyong stood up in shock, but before he could say anything, a blade of wind gathered from a green breeze quietly passed by.

"Well, I'm here to pay my debt."

After he finished speaking.

The head of the dignified He tribe flew up high, fell down, and his neck was like a fountain, with blood gushing out like a pillar!

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