Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

"obey orders."

Wu Xiaoyu said sharply.

Wang Han pursed his lips, looked at Wang Tianli's body, his fierce eyes suddenly became depressed, and he squatted down weakly.

Wu Xiaoyu couldn't bear it, patted Wang Han on the shoulder, tried to keep his voice as gentle as possible, and said: "The captain's hatred is the hatred of all of us. Please accompany him for a while, and leave the rest to us."

"Yucheng Special Operations Team."

Wu Xiaoyu shouted again.

"exist."

Everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Search the whole city, be sure to find the divine guide, and kill without mercy."

Wu Xiaoyu said.

"yes·····"

Everyone responded.

Wu Xiaoyu carefully picked up the black plate and pistol on the ground, and touched them carefully, as if Wang Tianli's body temperature still remained on them.

"Captain, please walk slower, I will send the god to see you right away."

Wu Xiaoyu murmured in a low voice, and the next moment, with a serious face, she gently pressed the disc in her hand on her chest. The disc immediately adsorbed on her chest, and the golden light glowed...

The intense light shone so hard that everyone could hardly open their eyes. After a moment, the light slowly disappeared, and Wu Xiaoyu's body gained a layer of bright gold armor.

She straightened her clothes, bowed deeply to Wang Tianli, and then walked out quickly...

Li Feng and others followed suit and followed out...

This night is destined to be noisy and restless...

That night, hundreds of imaginary people died under the guns of the special forces...

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Qin Fan didn't know when he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, a ray of light shone in from the window. After thinking about yesterday's plan, he got up, washed himself and prepared to go out.

open the door

Gudong

A humanoid object suddenly fell in along the security door.

At that moment, Qin Fan's hair stood on end. Under the pressure, the Horcrux kitchen knife appeared in his hand.

The next second, Qin Fan's hand that raised the kitchen knife stopped suddenly, looked at the man blankly, and said dissatisfied: "Old Wang, what are you doing? You almost scared me to death."

Wang Han lay straight on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he didn't even notice that the door had been opened.

Only then did Qin Fan realize that Wang Han had something wrong with his expression. His hair was messy and his face was gray. What was even more shocking was the blood stains on his clothes. Qin Fan patted Wang Han's face and exclaimed: "Old Wang, what's wrong? What happened? "

As he spoke, he roughly checked Wang Han's body. Fortunately, there were no injuries on his body. It seemed that those were not his. This made Qin Fan relieved but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder, whose blood belongs to him?

"My uncle is dead."

After a while, Wang Han seemed to regain consciousness. He stood up and walked into the room. He opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of beer to drink.

"Your uncle?"

Qin Fan said doubtfully.

"It's the captain who took you to the research institute last time, Wang Tianli. In order to save me, I...I'm useless."

Wang Han took a big sip, and white foam emerged from the corners of his mouth.

Then Qin Fan told what happened last night without waiting for questions.

Qin Fan was silent for a long time. In this world, except for Murong Xue and Wang Han, he didn't have much affection for anyone else, but this did not prevent him from sincerely admiring Wang Tianli.

Every country and every nation has its heroes. In times of crisis, they stand up and sacrifice their lives for their ideals without hesitation.

Regardless of position, such a person deserves everyone's respect.

“I decided not to go to Tech.”

After a while, Wang Han suddenly said.

Decisive and determined.

"Why?"

Qin Fan's eyes widened. Although the Institute of Science and Technology was not as famous as those Transcendent Colleges, it was much more popular among ordinary people than those Cultural Universities.

"I have submitted an application to study on a job basis. I want to stay at Yucheng Institute."

Wang Han took a big sip of beer, then slammed the can on the ground, and a crisp sound suddenly filled the whole room.

Qin Fan was silent for a moment. He already understood what Wang Han meant without asking.

His uncle had sacrificed his life at work and in the sacred profession of defending the country and protecting the people, and he decided to take over Wang Tianli's baton.

"I made an oath in front of my uncle's body. I can't say anything about other places, but I will definitely keep it peaceful in Yucheng."

Wang Han seemed to be reciting an oath, with a solemn tone.

Qin Fan nodded fiercely. He didn't know what he should say, to comfort him? It seemed unnecessary. He recognized the decision made by Wang Han, although they also knew that without systematic training, Wang Han's road would be much more difficult.

Just like in his hometown, some people went directly to undergraduate degree after graduation and studied step by step, but he entered a junior college and stubbornly wanted to upgrade from junior college to bachelor's degree.

Only you know the hard work involved.

After saying these words, Wang Han stood up, stared at Qin Fan and said, "I won't see you off when I leave, but when you come back, I believe you will not encounter anything similar to the past few days."

After saying that, he strode out and closed the door with a bang.

Listening to his footsteps going downstairs, Qin Fan lost his mood to implement the plan and sat on the sofa blankly.

He thought a lot, about his life before transmigrate, about the cheap parents in this world, and about Wang Han and Murong Xue.

He thought he would be the first to make changes, but he didn't expect Wang Han to be one step ahead of him.

Until the knock on the door rang again, Qin Fan opened the door numbly, and a middle-aged man in shabby but clean clothes appeared at the door.

His face was bronze, with a messy beard growing randomly on his face. At this time, he was looking at Qin Fan with a smile.

"Second uncle, why are you here?"

Qin Fan said in surprise.

This middle-aged man is Qin Fan's second uncle, Qin Ye. Because he has been working on construction sites for many years, he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties despite being in his thirties.

"Xiaofan, why did you come back again? Didn't I tell you? I usually live at home, and the college entrance examination is about to take place. It's more convenient to eat at home. Anyway, your aunt is always at home, eh? Have you been drinking? Xiaofan How can a child drink? How can he study if his brain is numb?"

Qin Ye walked into the room while talking nonchalantly, and started to scold the beer cans on the ground again.

As he spoke, he put the paper bag in his hand on the dining table, picked up the dustpan behind the door and swept up the debris on the floor.

Qin Fan quickly took the broom and started cleaning with his head lowered, as if he had realized his mistake.

"Okay, I'll help you make them later. Haven't you had breakfast yet? In the bag are steamed buns stuffed with tofu that have just come out of the cage. Eat them quickly and go to school. You can go home for lunch. I'll ask your aunt to cook some more dishes. I’ll make up for you.”

Qin Ye continued to ramble, as if he had endless words to say.

Qin Fan kept smiling innocently, and listening to his second uncle's chatter, he felt a sense of warmth that he had not seen for a long time.

Perhaps the only relative in the world who really cares about him is his second uncle.

He originally wanted to tell Qin Ye that he didn't have to go to school anymore and would report to school with the teacher from Transcendent College in the afternoon. After thinking about it, he finally resisted. He decided to talk about it during lunch, and the second uncle in charge would prepare things for him. That would make things difficult for him.