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Chapter 187: [186] The Troubles of a Young Girl

In the face of Cheng Han's proposal for "public deliberation," a voice of opposition arose:

"At the very least, we were once colleagues, and Mu Qiang has made great contributions to the Black Armor Army. It would be enough to kill him with a single shot, there's no need to mess with his corpse."

The speaker was called "Yue Lin," and he had a good relationship with Mu Qiang.

Cheng Han's face was cold: "Yue Lin, your sympathy for Mu Qiang is equivalent to a vulnerability in your soul, which will be exploited by the foreign god."

"The methods of the foreign god are even more terrifying than you can imagine. As long as the slightest vulnerability is revealed, it can seep in bit by bit, ultimately causing the complete collapse of your mental defenses."

Yue Lin expressed his stance directly: "I swear to be an enemy of the Sartans for my whole life, forever loyal to the Wan Hao clan. I just hope that he can die peacefully."

Cheng Han mocked: "Mu Qiang is our enemy, and I plan to modify the enemy's corpse. Not only do you come out to oppose it, but you also hope that the enemy dies peacefully. Is this what you call being 'an enemy of the Sartans for your whole life'?"

Yue Lin hesitated and stammered, "This... I..."

Cheng Han directly shouted, "Look into my eyes!"

With a thought, his gaze immediately underwent a subtle change, containing a stream of information.

Yue Lin instinctively looked over.

In the next instant.

A trace of disgust unexpectedly appeared on this person's face.

Cheng Han sighed, "I just used a secret technique to transmit the scene of the 'Sartan town being bombed' from the dream to you. It seems that you are very disgusted by this scene."

Yue Lin fell silent.

This person finally realized that his words and actions were clearly inconsistent.

The eyes of the others who glanced over revealed a hint of shock.

Because Yue Lin's behavior was clearly influenced by the dream, yet this guy didn't even realize it and still believed that he was loyal to the Wan Hao clan.

Cheng Han commanded, "Yue Lin, I can no longer trust you. Please hand over your weapon, withdraw from this mission sequence, and stay by my side."

The so-called "stay by my side" was a euphemism for surveillance.

The deputy lieutenant of the Fourth Battle Group, Hu Liang, strode over and ordered, "Give me your weapon!"

Yue Lin didn't dare to resist and obediently handed over his weapon.

After this small incident.

The public deliberation was quickly completed.

No one voiced any opposition.

However, Cheng Han knew that some people might still hold opposing views, but with Yue Lin as a warning, they didn't dare to show it.

Not daring to show it was a good thing.

To some extent, the reason why he displayed a high-pressure attitude and forced the soldiers to declare their positions was to try to seal their mental vulnerabilities.

This involved the mysterious realm of the mind, and he had conducted quite in-depth research on it.

Next.

It was time to create puppet war corpses.

Cheng Han took a step forward and slapped Mu Qiang on the back of his head.

"Smack!"

The divine light in Mu Qiang's eyes quickly dissipated.

The vine in his mouth was slapped out, accompanied by an unfinished sentence, "Ancestor..."

The mention of "ancestor" in his final words allowed Cheng Han to deduce a lot of information.

In the previous dream of the foreign god, the Sartan bloodline hidden within Mu Qiang had been activated, and he had gone on a journey with his ancestor. Coupled with the brainwashing technique of the foreign god, he had become completely devoted.

Cheng Han shook his head and placed a seed into the mouth of the corpse.

After a few breaths.

A strange change occurred.

Countless thin threads suddenly drilled out from the corpse's facial features, and there seemed to be countless tiny things wriggling beneath the skin of the corpse.

This horrifying scene made the group of soldiers shudder.

Especially for several soldiers who possessed the Qingyan talisman, they couldn't understand why Cheng Han could come up with so many strange methods when they all comprehended the talisman. He even managed to study forbidden techniques!

Taking advantage of their close relationship, Tiefeng curiously asked, "What special abilities do puppet war corpses have?"

Cheng Han smiled playfully, "Do you want to try?"

Tiefeng, being bold and uninhibited, said, "Then let's try..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

He closed his mouth and quickly raised his right arm to shield himself.

Only to see the war corpse kneeling on the ground rush towards him at an astonishing speed.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound.

Tiefeng was sent flying six meters away, and he stumbled to stabilize himself.

"Hiss!"

This guy sucked in a breath of pain and couldn't help but rub the bruise on his right arm. "Such great strength!"

The faces of the others changed when they saw it.

Iron Peak's next words echoed the thoughts of many: "Cao Tama! How do I feel like I can't even beat a corpse?"

Everyone's eyesight was good, and naturally they could see that the strength and speed of the zombie were enough to defeat most ordinary soldiers.

Iron Peak complained again, "Cheng Han, you're too abnormal! Just a seed can make a corpse so strong."

Cheng Han rarely explained, "The seed is just a medium, the transformation of the talisman is the fundamental, and the specific process is much more complicated than you imagine."

Strictly speaking, the methods involved not only talismans, but also the control of spiritual seals.

Iron Peak muttered a sentence and didn't say anything else.

But the look in his eyes as he looked over became more and more like he was looking at a pervert.

Cheng Han couldn't be bothered to deal with him and said loudly, "Everyone, please step forward one by one and make an oath facing the puppet zombie!"

He summoned the zombie and made everyone swear in front of it, which was both a deterrent and a means of sealing their spiritual vulnerabilities.

Iron Peak was the first to respond, "I'll go first."

He walked to the front of the zombie and cursed loudly at the three major foreign gods: "Damn the three major foreign gods, the source of all evil..."

After a series of curses.

Iron Peak made a solemn oath, "I swear here, in this life I will be an enemy of the Sartre people and forever loyal to the Wan Hao clan."

Then.

The soldiers stepped forward one by one and began to imitate each other.

Cheng Han stood aside, watching coldly.

After a while.

A soldier walked over and cursed, "May the foreign gods die..."

Cheng Han immediately commanded, "Xiang Sheng, put down your weapon!"

The soldier called "Xiang Sheng" hesitated for a moment, "Why?"

Cheng Han's tone was cold, "I sensed your resistance, you have a serious suspicion of being brainwashed by the foreign gods."

There was a commotion among the onlookers.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not believe it, but the series of methods displayed by this genius youth gave each of his words a high level of credibility.

Xiang Sheng tried to explain, "I absolutely didn't..."

Cheng Han directly shouted, "Look into my eyes!"

However.

Xiang Sheng's gaze dodged and he dared not look.

Iron Peak and several other deputy captains, seeing this, raised their spears, ready to attack at Cheng Han's command.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Xiang Sheng finally gave in and obediently handed over his weapon.

Cheng Han shook his head and sighed, "Now it seems that those infiltrated by the foreign gods often do not realize it themselves, and only reveal it at critical moments."

This was a conclusion he had long deduced, and this time he happened to inform others through two living examples.

Everyone nodded in agreement, acknowledging his words.

*

Qinglin City.

The large-scale dream of the foreign gods that Cheng Han predicted was unfolding in every corner of the city.

Pedestrians walking on the streets suddenly felt drowsy and sat down in the snow, falling asleep.

The workers in the factory slept in a disheveled manner, and even the roar of the machines couldn't wake them up.

The housewives who were cooking, their eyes blurred, fell asleep in the kitchen, letting the food in the pot burn to charcoal.

At this moment.

Most people were pulled into strange dreams.

The city seemed to be in a deep sleep.

But there were exceptions.

For example, Qian Qingqing.

She was practicing in her own training room, using her younger brother Qian Changyun as a sparring partner. Suddenly, she heard him say, "Sis, I'm so sleepy," and sat down on the ground and fell asleep.

In an instant.

This exhausted little child actually started snoring.

The little girl lightly tapped her brother's shoulder with a wooden spear and asked in surprise, "Hey, you're not really asleep, are you?"

The only answer she got was a louder snore.

Qian Qingqing looked nervous, "Changyun has been a sparring partner so many times before, and this has never happened before. Could it be something strange?"

The young girl's mind panicked when she thought of "strangeness."

She forced herself to calm down: "Cheng Han said, in the face of danger, one must not lose composure, first understand the situation, and then find a solution."

Qian Qingqing took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "I am a female warrior, I am not afraid!"

But she always felt like a little weak chicken, her calves trembling with fear.

The young girl dragged Qian Changyun to the nearby sofa and picked up a sharp spear from the weapon rack.

Qian Qingqing, holding a spear taller than herself, began to check on the others in the mansion.

Her mother was sleeping in the bedroom, lying on a soft bed before closing her eyes.

This made the young girl look down on her little brother a little, he was so careless.

The maid had fallen asleep against the wall in the utility room.

Considering the cold weather, Qian Qingqing covered her with a blanket.

The young girl confirmed that everything was fine at home and began to ponder a question: "Why is everyone inexplicably asleep, but not me?"

Just then...

Qian Qingqing heard a scream.

This scream was filled with fear, seemingly coming from the neighboring Zhang family.

If it were an ordinary person, they probably wouldn't have heard it, but the young girl, influenced by the mark of the Valkyrie, had greatly enhanced senses and could hear it clearly.

Qian Qingqing faced a difficult decision: "The Zhang family seems to have had an accident, should I go and take a look?"

After hesitating for a moment, she made up her mind: "Our family has a good relationship with the Zhang family, it's only right for me to go and see."

The young girl made up her mind that if she encountered danger, she would help if she could handle it, and if not, she would immediately escape.

Qian Qingqing stepped out with her gun, muttering to herself, "I am weak, I must be careful."

She didn't know that a black cat was crouching nearby, watching her with interest.

Soon...

Qian Qingqing gathered her courage and sneaked into the Zhang family's house through the backyard.

The sight before her made her tremble all over.

Two male servants seemed to have been attacked by a wild beast, lying in the snow covered in blood, their lives hanging by a thread.

The back door of the Zhang family mansion was wide open, as if a wild beast had already broken into the house.

"Hoo~ Hoo~"

There was a heavy breathing sound coming from inside the house.

The young girl glanced at the open animal enclosure in the garden, sensing the lingering frenzy, and immediately guessed the situation:

"If I'm not mistaken, the 'cinnamon bear' that the Zhang family keeps has probably suddenly undergone a mutation and turned into a ferocious beast that attacks humans."

The so-called "mutation" could barely be considered a strange event, and it was also a relatively rare phenomenon.

The strength of a mutated ferocious beast usually depends on its species.

A chicken, no matter how highly mutated, wouldn't be strong, but if a black tiger underwent mutation, even a team of soldiers would have to be cautious.

Qian Qingqing pondered hard, "The cinnamon bear is a small bear that grows up to one meter tall. After mutation, it shouldn't be too strong."

Her pretty face turned pale, "But no matter how weak it is, it shouldn't be weaker than me, right?"

The black cat followed beside her, flicking its tail.

Miss Qingqing, don't be afraid!

You are actually very strong!

One second later.

An accident happened.

The mutated cinnamon bear seemed to have smelled a strange scent and suddenly rushed out of the house.

Due to the mutation, its size had expanded significantly, standing as tall as an adult male.

Its mouth was covered in blood, obviously having just eaten someone.

From this small detail, it could be inferred that the people inside the house probably didn't have a good ending.

"Hoo~"

The mutated cinnamon bear made a low growl, its gaze full of greed as it looked over.

Qian Qingqing's heart was filled with fear, her delicate body trembling as she slowly stepped back.

I can't beat it!

I need to find a way to escape!

The black cat glanced at the helpless Miss Qingqing, then looked at the cinnamon bear, considering whether or not to take action.

This cat isn't afraid!

However...

The young girl's body made a completely opposite movement.

"Bang!"

She stomped her foot forcefully and charged at the cinnamon bear with her spear raised.

The transformed bear roared, its strong body charging aggressively.

Qian Qingqing watched this scene, her mind blank with fear.

How did I end up charging forward?

Oh no, I'm going to die!

The black cat excitedly flicked its tail.

Miss Qingqing, keep going!

Finally, I can see what the owner meant by "cute girl wielding a big gun."

Two seconds later.

The two sides officially engaged in battle.

Qian Qingqing suddenly stabbed the ground with the butt of her gun, her petite body leaping up.

The transformed bear bit into thin air.

The young girl flipped in mid-air, effortlessly lifting a larger gun than herself.

The bear abruptly stopped, instinctively looking up.

This exposed a fatal flaw.

Qian Qingqing swiftly swung her arms, and the gun, like a venomous snake, kissed the bear's eye.

This was a blind stab!

She was in the midst of flipping and couldn't see her opponent within her line of sight, yet she accurately hit her target.

"Plup!"

The tip of the gun pierced the eye, deeply penetrating the bear's brain.

A slight tremor in the girl's wrist caused the tip of the gun to vibrate within the brain, releasing its force and turning the brain into a mess.

Instant kill!

"Miao~"

The black cat couldn't help but exclaim.

Miss Qingqing's shot was truly beautiful!

Qian Qingqing flipped in mid-air once again, landing lightly but firmly on the snowy ground.

"Bang!"

The bear's body fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The young girl turned to look at the corpse, her pretty face filled with confusion.

Wasn't I planning to run away? Why am I standing here now?

What did I just do?

It took Qian Qingqing a while to realize that she had killed the bear.

She immediately fell into deep distress.

This "fighting without using her brain" problem seems to be getting worse. Could I have contracted some rare and serious illness?

*

The handle of the Spirit Leaf.

Cheng Han spent fifteen minutes supervising everyone and making them swear an oath.

Among them were eight soldiers, including Yue Lin, who seemed to have been contaminated by the mind of the divine being.

This number was slightly less than he had expected.

All of them had their weapons confiscated and were required to stay within the sight of the supervisory team at all times.

Anyone who violated this order would be executed on the spot!

This was a very ruthless command.

But for the sake of safety, it was necessary.

Cheng Han waved his hand and ordered, "Continue searching for the virtual worms."

The soldiers dispersed in silence.

Half an hour later.

Tiefeng led three soldiers to a secluded corner for convenience.

The deputy lieutenant looked back, confirming that the other supervisory personnel couldn't see this side, and suddenly made a gesture: "You guys can go."

The three of them were stunned.

Tiefeng continued, "Given Cheng Han's hostile attitude towards the Satyr bloodline, it's unlikely that you'll be able to return to Heishan Camp alive. I am also a Satyr..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

It was interrupted by a sigh.

"Tiefeng, why are you doing this to yourself?"

It was Cheng Han's voice.

(End of this chapter)