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Chapter 191: [190] Tornado

Qinglin City.

As autumn came to an end, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the cold wind blew again, bringing with it heavy snowflakes in the sky.

Winter had returned.

For some unknown reason, the number of grass dogs and grass pigs that had been appearing frequently just now suddenly decreased by more than half.

Qian Qingqing carried a big gun and was frozen, constantly exhaling hot air as she hurriedly returned home.

Two spirit mastiffs reluctantly watched her enter the residential area.

These two dogs had followed the little girl around for more than ten streets, witnessing her amazing gun skills, and had become her number one fans.

They had seen many people who were good at fighting, but they had never seen anyone who could handle a big gun like a dance, like she did.

If Qian Qingqing had turned around and called out to them, these two dogs might have impulsively quit their jobs at the patrol office and become her guardians.

Unfortunately, she didn't notice the dogs' gaze.

As Qian Qingqing stepped into the gate of the luxury mansion, she let out a sigh of relief.

Heaven pity her.

In the eyes of the dogs, the little girl was majestic, but no one knew how scared she was inside. After all, she had never experienced such intense battles before. Every time she killed a grass dog, her legs would tremble.

"Sister!"

Qian Changyun greeted her with admiration, "I just saw how you killed the grass dog. You're really amazing!"

Qian's wife held a coat and said with some concern, "Qingqing, your legs are trembling from the cold. Put on this coat quickly."

Qian Qingqing leaned the big gun against the wall and didn't want to admit that her legs were trembling from fear of the monsters, not from the cold.

Facing the impact of the monsters up close, ordinary people couldn't imagine it because they hadn't experienced it.

After putting on the coat, the little girl entered the warm living room and whispered, "Mom, Qinglin City is probably going to be in chaos soon."

Qian's wife was a little confused, "So many grass dogs have appeared in the city, and even one appeared in our garden. Isn't it already chaotic?"

Qian Qingqing shook her head, "The monsters are not the real problem. As long as we kill them all, it's fine. I'm talking about the issue with the Satre people."

She paused for a moment and lowered her voice, "I was on duty with the patrol officer just now, and I heard about six murder cases, all committed by the so-called Satre people. They launched a revenge against the Wan Hao people in the name of their ancestors."

"Four of these cases were bloody murders of servants from wealthy families. They suddenly killed their masters when they were unprepared. One servant even beheaded the lady of the house."

Qian's wife turned pale, "Our three servants, they wouldn't..."

Qian Qingqing interrupted her mother, "I have a vague feeling that Old Niu, who is usually responsible for taking care of the garden and doing odd jobs, may not be reliable. The other two servants should be fine."

The so-called "feeling" was actually the subconscious id, which drew conclusions based on various information. A considerable part of this information was not noticed by the little girl consciously, but the subconscious remembered it clearly.

Qian's wife fully accepted her daughter's words and immediately made a decision, "I'll give Old Niu a generous severance payment later and let him leave the Qian family today, using the excuse of worrying about safety and planning to level the garden."

This lady found an excuse of "safety concerns" and gave Old Niu a severance payment that was fifty percent more than usual.

Although this matter was handled flawlessly, Old Niu's face was full of resentment, "You rich people don't need me anymore, so you kick me out."

This middle-aged man took the money bag and turned back to pack his belongings, muttering under his breath, "None of the Wan Hao people are..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but it was easy to imagine that it wasn't a good word.

Qian's wife's face changed as she listened.

"Bang!"

Qian Qingqing slammed the gun butt hard on the ground and sternly shouted, "Old Niu, don't think I don't know what you're thinking about avenging your ancestors. I can tell you clearly that if you dare to approach the Qian family, you will pay a heavy price!"

To prove that this was not an empty threat, the little girl held the gun with both hands, aimed the barrel at a nearby snow cedar, and fired in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The snow cedar instantly collapsed, exploding into more than a dozen pieces.

Old Niu's face was full of shock.

Qian's wife echoed, "Old Niu, the Qian family has always treated you well. As long as you don't deliberately cause trouble for the Qian family, we won't have any problems with you."

Old Niu dared not complain anymore. He quickly packed up his personal belongings and left obediently.

Mrs. Qian praised her daughter enthusiastically, "Qingqing, your shot was amazing. If it weren't for you stopping the old bull, he would have caused trouble for our family in the future."

Qian Changyun nodded repeatedly, "Sister, you're becoming more and more formidable!"

Qian Qingqing smiled with her eyes squinted.

Although the young girl felt that her own strength was weak and could only contribute a little to the family, she was still very happy in her heart.

Unbeknownst to the mother and daughter, a black cat sat nearby, watching the small conflict unfold and reporting the situation to its owner.

After a few seconds.

It lightly wagged its tail.

The owner planned to write a new script, and the old bull unexpectedly became a character in the script?

This cat is looking forward to it!

The black cat activated the imprints in its spiritual sea and issued an order to its feline army: "Send a few cats to closely watch the old bull!"

*

Not long after.

Several cats appeared out of nowhere and quietly followed the old bull.

Their tracking methods were quite skillful, with at most one cat appearing within the target's line of sight, all in inconspicuous corners.

There was no doubt.

The cat group had received quite professional surveillance training.

The old bull, unwilling to spend money on a carriage, carried his luggage and walked several streets, taking more than half an hour to enter an old neighborhood called "Qingli Lane."

The majority of residents living here were low-income commoners, and their lives were generally difficult.

At this moment.

The atmosphere in Qingli Lane was obviously not right. The commoners gathered in small groups, quietly discussing the recent changes.

As the old bull walked along, he heard fragments of conversation.

"The Sat people have been oppressed by the Wan Hao people for so many years. This situation needs to end..."

"Why do we have to live such a difficult life? The Sat tribe must unite!"

"In the neighborhoods with more Wan Hao people, there have been grass dogs and grass pigs, but Qingli Lane has always been peaceful. This is the protection of our ancestors..."

A smile appeared on the old bull's weathered face.

He remembered what his ancestors had said in his dreams and muttered softly, "The ancestors were right. Perhaps it's time for a change!"

At this moment.

The temperature began to rise rapidly, and the flying snow in the sky turned into dense rain.

The plants in the nearby green belt unexpectedly sprouted lush green leaves.

The old bull quickened his pace and murmured, "Is spring coming?"

He walked through the rain to the front of his small house, took out his keys, and opened the door, shouting, "Mom, I'm back!"

No one answered.

The old bull put down his luggage and kowtowed a few times in front of an old woman's portrait in the living room.

In front of the portrait, there was a strange-looking wooden carving that looked like two snakes entwined together.

The old bull stared at the wooden carving, looking a bit puzzled, "Why did the 'Dream Sculpture' that I brought back from the 'Dream Birth Society' appear in the dreams of my ancestors? It's really strange!"

After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind, "I'm going to ask the 'Dream Master' about it now."

The old bull tidied up quickly and left the house.

A few seconds later.

An illusory black cat, or rather, a shadow clone, appeared on the tightly closed door and entered the small living room.

This was the shadow clone that it had quietly projected through the spiritual interaction with several cats.

The black cat walked lightly around the room and locked its gaze on the wooden carving, gently wagging its tail.

The master is indeed correct!

The Lord of Dark Deception has created such a large-scale dream, and these extraordinary organizations under the control of the Divine Beings will definitely cause trouble.

I just don't know what the relationship is between the "Dream Birth Society" that Old Niu has found and the "Prayer Birth Society" that the master previously taught a lesson to.

The black cat has been lurking in various corners of this city for a long time and is quite well-informed.

It has heard some information about the Dream Birth Society.

It seems to be an organization that mainly spreads among the lower-class civilians.

It is said that by offering long-term worship to the so-called "Dream Carving," which is this kind of double snake statue, one can communicate with deceased parents in dreams.

The black cat transmits the situation to the master, and also includes its own three insights.

First: There must be a very close connection between dreaming of parents through Dream Carving and the "Ancestral Dream."

Second: The Dream Birth Society probably knew about the large-scale Ancestral Dream in advance and made corresponding preparations.

Third: The Dream Birth Society will definitely use the lower-class civilians to cause trouble in the near future!

Soon.

The black cat received a message from the master: "You guessed it right, the conspiracy planned by the Lord of Dark Deception probably takes the lower-class route.

"The number of lower-class civilians accounts for more than 80% of human society, and this time the Divine Beings have truly found the soft spot of humanity."

It blinked its cat eyes and felt that it had learned a new vocabulary.

The lower-class route?

The master's description is quite accurate.

The black cat slipped out of the house, crouched under the eaves, and looked at the new greenery covering the front green belt, swaying its tail.

It feels like a day has gone through all four seasons, the weather is becoming more and more strange!

*

Spirit Leaf Handle.

Due to the special environment here, there is no new greenery everywhere, nor is there drizzling rain.

Although the temperature is moderate, it doesn't make people feel comfortable at all.

Because countless nightlight spores have appeared here.

They are like nightlight clouds, floating around inside the Spirit Leaf Handle with the airflow.

Once you accidentally inhale them, your trachea will feel extremely itchy and numb, and at least you will cough violently for a minute.

In the process of cleaning the virtual insects, you also have to avoid the nightlight spores, which is really a headache.

By the way.

The Xuan Pavilion never cleaned the virtual insects in the spring before, precisely because of these inconspicuous spores.

However.

Cheng Han just used a small trick to solve this big trouble—a mask.

Using the power of the Qingyan Talisman, he stimulated extremely fine vine fibers and wove them into a large mask to block the invasion of spores.

The previous batch of soldiers had already seen Cheng Han's endless methods, so they were not surprised by this.

The newly arrived support forces, fifty soldiers, looked at the masks in their hands with surprise on their faces.

For them, just tapping the cave wall with their hands would grow a row of vine fiber masks, which was somewhat challenging their cognition.

Ten minutes later.

Cheng Han came up with another new toy.

He sent out two corpses of soldiers, caught a virtual insect, and gathered the soldiers to throw a fluorescent seed at the insect.

"Boom!"

There was a light sound.

The seed burst into a fluorescent smoke and quickly drilled into the body of the virtual insect.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The virtual insect howled madly, seemingly in extreme pain. It bit off its own claws and then emitted fluorescent liquid from its mouthparts before finally dying.

A group of onlookers, the soldiers, watched in astonishment.

Even a fool could tell that the strange fluorescent seed just now was definitely a weapon against the insects.

Cheng Han explained calmly, "This is the 'fluorescent seed.' It likes to parasitize virtual insects. I have prepared three for each person. When you encounter danger later, throw it out."

For him, something new meant new knowledge. As long as he studied it a little, he could turn it into combat power.

"Thud! Thud!"

Cheng Han knocked on the wall again.

Vines quickly grew out, each vine hanging a large cluster of fluorescent seeds.

He gestured, "Everyone, help yourselves."

A group of soldiers rushed forward and quickly divided up the seeds.

Soon.

Teams of soldiers dispersed into different caves and continued to clear out the virtual insects.

In one of the teams.

A new soldier played with the fluorescent seed and sighed, "I have heard of the name Cheng Han from the Second Battalion before, and today I have witnessed it. It is truly well-deserved!"

The team leader spoke with a tone of "you really have no idea," saying, "Cheng Han's methods are much more powerful than you can imagine. What you just saw was only a small part."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The new soldier changed the topic, "Didn't the Second Battalion lose a vice captain? With Cheng Han's abilities, he might be promoted to vice captain out of turn."

The team leader pondered, "It's really possible!"

For others, going from a third-level soldier directly to a vice captain, bypassing the ranks of "team leader" and "senior team leader," was something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But for Cheng Han, everyone felt that there was nothing he couldn't do.

*

Late that night.

When the seasons cycled back to the hot summer, the soldiers arrived at a "landmark" area within the Spirit Leaf Handle.

It was a huge cavity, with a width and height of no less than three kilometers, and in the middle stood a super column that was over three hundred meters thick.

Looking around, this scene was extremely spectacular.

In technical terms, this was the "segment of the Spirit Handle."

Arriving here meant that over ninety percent of the Spirit Leaf Handle, which was over eighty kilometers long, had been cleared.

This also meant that the mission was nearing its end.

As long as they passed through the segment of the Spirit Handle and advanced another five kilometers, they would reach the Spirit Branch under the jurisdiction of the Dao Palace, and the mission would be completely over.

Another vice captain sent by the Second Battalion, Mu Zhenghao, had a big smile on his face. "In the past, it would take at least four days to reach the segment of the Spirit Handle, but this time it only took one day for the mission."

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze immediately focused on Cheng Han.

Everyone knew that the reason for such a fast speed was this young genius.

Cheng Han was about to speak when an illusion suddenly appeared before his eyes:

Just as a large group of soldiers were crossing the open cavity, the giant column suddenly began to shake, and visible cyclones appeared out of thin air around it.

"Woo~"

The violent wind roared.

A tornado swirling around the giant column took shape.

Most of the soldiers didn't even have time to dodge and were instantly swept into the terrifying tornado.

(End of this chapter)