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Chapter 169: [168] The True Incarnation of the Ghostly, Weather Walker

Cheng Han has always believed that a script with only a single narrative line is difficult to support a grand scene and cannot fully depict rich character images.

Therefore, this cannot be considered an excellent script.

As a playwright, he prefers multiple narrative lines.

The content of the "Revenge Prologue" compiled by Cheng Han about the patrol area is only a part.

Another part of the scene, or rather, another plotline, is actually in another place.

At this moment.

Qinglin City, South District.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wrapped in a long coat, is sitting on a bench in a central garden.

In his eyes, there is a faint blue glow that is barely noticeable.

The middle-aged man is holding a small cloth bag in his hand, and through the open mouth of the bag, you can see some golden yellow millet inside.

"Goo~ goo~"

A group of pigeons are standing in the nearby snow, constantly chirping.

The middle-aged man takes out a handful of millet, waves his hand, and scatters it onto the snow in front.

The pigeons flock over, competing to peck at the millet.

Just at this moment.

A black cat walks lightly over and calls out towards the group of pigeons.

"Meow~"

In the next instant.

An anomaly occurs.

Several ice spikes suddenly emerge from the snow, piercing the necks of several of the fattest pigeons, instantly killing them.

The remaining pigeons, as if they didn't see anything, continue pecking at the millet.

"Meow~"

The black cat happily flicks its ears.

It is saying: This cat will eat roasted pigeon later!

The middle-aged man watches this scene and shakes his head, saying, "People die for wealth, and birds die for food! Desires always attract moths to the flame."

He immerses himself in his own thoughts again, "If the plan goes without deviation, the dark revenge operation should be able to draw out an official guardian Xuan Shi."

The middle-aged man looks up at the sky, a smile on his face, "And according to the deduction results, the Xuan Formation guarded by two Xuan Shi has the ability to launch a chain attack."

"If there is one less guardian Xuan Shi, the attack interval of the Xuan Formation will undoubtedly be greatly extended, and in this way, the safety of the 'Ghostly' operation will be much higher."

This middle-aged man is none other than You Ming!

Or rather, one of the You Ming!

After killing the executive of the Destruction Mission last time and obtaining the extraordinary item "Soul Splitting Blood Quench," Cheng Han can truly incarnate into millions.

"Meow~"

The black cat squats beside him and echoes.

The middle-aged man stands up confidently, smiling to himself, "This drama is by no means a solitary performance."

"It will involve more grievances, love, and revenge. The term 'prologue' in the title 'Revenge Prologue' is aptly named."

Behind him.

The black cat looks towards a bush and calls out again.

"Meow~"

Two cats emerge from it and quickly rush towards the flock of pigeons.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Startled by the cats, the flock of pigeons flap their wings and fly away.

The two cats pick up the dead pigeons and quickly leave the area.

The snow is left with only faint traces of crimson blood and a few uneaten millet.

The middle-aged man tightens his coat collar, puts his hands in his pockets, and strolls towards the park gate.

The black cat leisurely follows behind.

Before long.

The man and the cat leave the park and merge into the flow of people on the street.

Yōumíng.

From the crowd.

Also hidden among the crowd.

*

Fifty kilometers west of Heishan Camp.

Next to a snowy forest, there is a row of wooden houses.

This place is a peripheral outpost belonging to Heishan Camp, located on the road between Heishan Camp and Qinglin City, serving as a supply station.

Black-armored army squads come and go, they can rest here temporarily or replenish supplies.

At this moment.

A young man dressed as a servant, under the pretext of tidying firewood, quickly left the wooden house.

He quietly entered the snowy forest and took out a carrier pigeon from his pocket, throwing it out.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings vigorously and quickly flew out of the snowy forest towards Qinglin City.

The young servant looked up at the disappearing carrier pigeon, with a smile on his face: "Hehe, I've got twenty silver coins, making money is so easy."

This person did not know that just three meters away, a thin figure stood silently next to a snow cedar, staring at him intently.

And the latter is also one of the Youming.

The young servant hastily gathered a bundle of firewood and quickly left the snowy forest.

The thin figure muttered to himself: "Has the message been sent out? The efficiency of this underground information network is slower than I expected."

He chuckled lightly: "If it were me in charge, the message would be sent out within half an hour of the target leaving Heishan Camp."

*

A vast snowy plain.

Cheng Han, no, to be precise, the Black-armored Army squad led by Guagua, finally arrived at the target patrol area.

The first thing the team did was to set up a camp.

The wilderness area of Taian Xiaolingjing has been divided into more than ninety patrol areas by Xuan Ge, each covering an area of nearly two hundred square kilometers.

Usually, even if the soldiers' physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, it would take four to five days to search such a large area.

And in the long-term stay in the wilderness, building a complete camp is undoubtedly of utmost importance.

Cao Hongyi took the initiative to take on the task: "Leave the camp construction to me, I have more experience in this area."

Cheng Han shook his head: "No need, you guys go chop trees."

Cao Hongyi, who had experienced the incident with Guagua, had no more doubts about his orders: "Okay!"

The Black-armored Army has a set of specialized methods for building a complete camp, which every soldier has learned.

But the camp designed by Cheng Han is very different from the conventional camp.

Soon.

Five soldiers came back carrying two trees each.

They were surprised to see four snowmen busy in the camp.

With a wave of their hands, the snow automatically gathered and quickly compressed, turning into a solid ice wall.

There is no doubt.

This genius teenager intends to build a camp using trees and ice as materials.

And this greatly exceeds the imagination of these people.

Cheng Han's gaze swept over everyone and made a gesture: "Put down the trees and continue chopping."

Cao Hongyi responded and threw the two trees on the ground, using the Denge-style to leap into the air and land in the direction of the snowy forest.

It can be seen that the efficiency of the snowmen's work is extremely high, and he felt that the tree-cutting speed must be accelerated, otherwise it will slow down the construction progress.

Everyone jumped up one after another.

Cao Hongyi looked back in mid-air and his expression changed slightly.

He saw that one of the snowmen shook its hands and turned into sharp ice blades, quickly waving them to clean the branches, leaving them spotlessly clean.

This is enough to show that the snowmen have combat power and are definitely not weak.

"Amazing!"

Cao Hongyi murmured softly, and his figure began to descend.

Half an hour later.

The camp was completed at an unbelievably fast speed.

This is a small fortress.

It is hexagonal in shape and divided into two levels: the upper level is the lookout and surveillance area, while the lower level is the living area.

Even if it is suddenly attacked, the upper level can serve as protection so that the people in the lower level will not immediately perish.

It is worth mentioning that there are actually two indoor toilets inside the fortress.

This is not some unique preference of a designer, but a very serious design.

Because for many soldiers, going to the bathroom in the wilderness is indeed a big problem. Many people have been attacked while relieving themselves, and there have even been tragic incidents where "someone had a piece of their buttock bitten off."

After visiting the fortress, Cao Hongyi was satisfied and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's too exaggerated!"

Patrolling is a difficult task, and it is normal to not eat or live well. He never dreamed that one day he would be able to live in a fortress in the wilderness.

The other soldiers all nodded.

Everyone felt that following a commander like this was really comfortable.

Cao Hongyi said, "The fortress is indeed necessary, but it's too hard on you. In fact, we don't have high requirements for living conditions."

Cheng Han shook his head slightly, "I have condensed the 'Ice Jade Talisman Seal,' and I have a feeling that the power of ice and snow is rapidly increasing."

Cao Hongyi was taken aback, "Is a blizzard coming?"

Cheng Han nodded, "It might be tonight!"

As a wise strategist, how could he do something meaningless?

The deduction of the All-Knowing Eye has already confirmed this. A fairly large blizzard is brewing, and it will sweep through the entire Tai'an Xiaoling Realm tonight.

Cao Hongyi's thoughts immediately changed, "In that case, the fortress is indeed necessary!"

Although a regular camp can also withstand a blizzard, in that situation, don't expect any comfort. It will be absolutely cold like an ice cave.

Cheng Han looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "'Weather Walker'?"

In the process of studying medieval history through the system, he learned that the first divine being also had an inconspicuous divine role - Weather Manipulator.

In ancient times, this divine being frequently brought about large-scale weather disasters to punish the followers who had lost their awe. At the same time, using the power of fear, it forced other followers to be more devout.

After the arrival of the Divine Rong, the powerful power of the divine tree could resist the weather disasters, greatly weakening the power of the first divine being's weather disasters.

Among the followers of the first divine being, there is a group called "Weather Walkers" who are particularly skilled at manipulating the weather.

After deducing, Cheng Han believed that a weather walker at the level of a Profound Master might not be able to change the weather, but they could definitely contribute to it.

For example, making the blizzard even stronger.

This upcoming blizzard probably indicates that the next attack will be extremely fierce.

Cheng Han's eyes flickered, and he secretly muttered, "Revenge in the blizzard? The blizzard will make the atmosphere more tense. This is indeed a good dramatic element."

At this moment, Cao Hongyi interrupted his thoughts, "I'll take some people to hunt first and stock up on food, so that it won't be difficult to hunt when the blizzard comes."

Cheng Han nodded, "Okay!"

***

Qinglin City, South District.

Maotai Winery.

A black cat crouched in a hidden corner, watching the people coming and going.

Few people know that although this place is called a winery, it is actually an underground intelligence point. The female team leader originally bought information here and learned about the execution of Chou Jian.

The sheriff had been monitoring for several days and could confirm that one of the members of the Destruction Squad is the owner of the winery.

A middle-aged man, or rather a ghost, walked quickly past the winery entrance and entered a neighboring wood processing factory.

It was time for the afternoon shift.

The manager pointed to a pile of logs in the yard and instructed, "Lao Zhou, your task this afternoon is to cut these logs."

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

He brought over a cart, placed the logs in it, and pulled it to a machine. After some effort, he started the machine.

"Buzz~"

With the noisy sound, the sharp cutting blade started to rotate.

This is a semi-crystal energy machine.

Simply put, it combines crystal energy with a heat engine. The energy source is partly gray crystal and mostly brown oil. It not only has the advantage of smooth mechanical operation with crystal energy, but also takes advantage of the cheap energy source of a heat engine.

The heat emitted by the brown oil boiler quickly dissipated the cold.

The middle-aged man lifted a log and inserted it into the machine.

"Zi~"

A piercing cutting sound rang out.

From the outlet of the cutting machine, neatly cut firewood rolled out.

A teenage boy, wearing tattered clothes, bent down to pick up the firewood and neatly stacked it together.

The two of them, one big and one small, worked silently for a long time.

When half of the pile of wood was cut, the middle-aged man turned off the machine: "Let's take a break."

The boy responded with a grunt, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and brought a kettle from beside the boiler, pouring two cups of water and handing one to the middle-aged man.

The two of them drank the water in silence.

After a while.

The middle-aged man spoke in a low voice: "Kid, the opportunity has come. Are you willing to kill?"

The boy's eyes showed excitement: "I am!"

His gaze revealed deep-seated hatred: "I dream of killing that bastard every day."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and warned: "It's very dangerous. You might lose your life."

The boy's tone was firm: "That day, I had a high fever. My father went out to buy medicine for me and never came back. Since then, I've felt like life is not worth living."

He clenched his fist, his tone fierce: "As long as I can have revenge, I'm willing to pay any price."

The middle-aged man nodded silently.

The owner of Maotai Winery, a guy named "Wei Qian," is the boy's father's enemy.

The story is very simple. Three years ago, in winter, Wei Qian was driving his crystal energy car and encountered the boy's father on the road. He honked his horn to get the latter to move faster.

Unfortunately, the boy's father had injured legs and couldn't move easily, and Wei Qian had also had a few drinks and lost his temper, so he directly drove into him.

The result was that the boy's father was crushed to death, and Wei Qian was caught by the patrol office for causing a traffic accident. After spending some money to smooth things over, he was released.

The middle-aged man sighed and muttered to himself: "This 'revenge prologue' is not just about dark revenge, but also about the revenge of the little people.

"Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, only the dramas that can be woven truly have souls and possess the power to move people."

The middle-aged man finished his water and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a knife prepared?"

The boy nodded heavily, "I prepared it three years ago."

The boy paused and added, "I sharpen it every day, so it's very sharp!"

The middle-aged man stood up and waved his hand, "Get to work."

The boy silently returned to the machine.

"Buzz~"

"Zi~"

The sound of the cutting machine was like the prelude to a drama.

*

Snowy plain.

As evening approached, the sky became darker than the previous few days.

"Wu~wu~"

The cold wind was much stronger than in the afternoon, carrying countless snowflakes, sweeping across the vast land.

Experienced people could tell that a blizzard was about to come.

Inside the ice and snow fortress.

The atmosphere was very warm.

In the simple wooden house on the lower level, which served as the living room and dining room, a bonfire was lit, making the inside much warmer than the outside.

Several soldiers were happily roasting meat and chatting.

"Out of all the patrol missions I've participated in, this one is the most comfortable."

"Yeah! With the fortress that Captain Cheng is building, I can stay until the end of winter."

Cheng Han was not in the living room.

He was in the adjacent wooden house, with his eyes closed, silently sensing the power of ice and snow.

After a while.

Cheng Han opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face: "There are strange fluctuations mixed in the wind and snow. It seems that a Weather Walker is really involved!"

He deduced for a while, then smiled: "I've learned a lot today!"

(End of this chapter)