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Chapter 67: Six Pulse Divine Sword and Bird King

At ten o'clock in the evening, Cheng Han woke up from a deep sleep. Combining his insights from practicing the Furnace Embrace technique today, he deduced the True Flame Remnant Seal.

His mental energy dropped significantly, but the structure of the threads was successfully completed to some extent.

Cheng Han touched the remnant seal with his mind and immediately received feedback: "True Flame Remnant Seal, completeness 6.68%."

He carefully pondered the mystery of the remnant seal and turned his gaze to the black cat, asking with a smile, "Sheriff, would you like some snacks?"

The black cat raised its head, its eyes filled with confusion, "Meow?"

Cheng Han picked up a chestnut and gently threw it. At the same time, he quietly communicated with the True Flame Remnant Seal. He raised his right index finger and pointed it in the air, pretending to shout, "Shangyang Sword!"

In the next instant, a blazing beam of light shot out from his fingertip and accurately hit the chestnut. The bright light made the black cat instinctively close its eyes.

"Snap!"

A roasted chestnut fell in front of the sheriff.

The black cat was stunned.

Cheng Han asked with a smile, "Is this move cool?"

The black cat sniffed the chestnut and flicked its tail.

Its owner is so amazing!

The black cat bit the chestnut and quickly chewed on it.

Cheng Han asked with a smile, "How does it taste?"

The black cat flicked its tail.

It felt that this chestnut had a unique flavor.

After several simulations recently, the completeness of the True Flame Remnant Seal increased by nearly 1.5%, and a new attack method was added.

Cheng Han named it the "Six Pulse Divine Sword."

Of course, this was just a nickname. Its real name was the "Crimson Flame Beam."

The killing range of this skill was not as wide as the Fireball Spell, but its point-to-point attack power was much stronger, and its range was more than three times that of the latter.

Late at night, snowflakes fell one after another.

Cheng Han began to play with birds.

No, he should say he was practicing various techniques to control bird flocks.

By the way, he was also monitoring the situation within the city area, contributing his modest efforts to protect the safety of the people.

Until now, the completeness of his Spirit Control Remnant Seal had reached 58.82%, and with the ability of "Portable WIFI," his control ability had greatly improved.

The flock of birds manipulated by Cheng Han was no longer just a group of night owls. It included more than ten different species of birds, both diurnal and nocturnal, with a total number exceeding three hundred, scattered in different locations in the city.

Out of caution, he was extremely careful when controlling these birds, and no one noticed anything unusual.

To put it bluntly, Cheng Han could now be called the "Bird King" of Qinglin City.

Five minutes later, Cheng Han showed a strange expression, "This pair of Mandarin Ducks is actually doing this kind of thing in the middle of the night, and the weather is so cold. They didn't even close the curtains. They're really perverted."

He paused for a moment and muttered, "But they do have great figures."

The scene he saw through the eyes of a "White-faced Heron" was too explosive, and it involved personal privacy, so he didn't continue to watch.

After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Han touched the Spirit Control Remnant Seal with his mind and issued an instruction.

After about ten seconds, he made a deduction.

An illusion slowly emerged:

"Caw!"

A piercing cry suddenly broke the silence, sounding like the terrifying howl of a monster in the dead of night.

In a loft more than ten meters away, a pair of wild Mandarin Ducks were startled and hurriedly closed the window and pulled the curtains.

After a while.

A low voice could be heard.

"It must be a bird chirping, right?"

"It scared me so much that my heart is still pounding. Don't believe me? Feel it for yourself."

"Nana, I think I'm not feeling well."

"Why are you so useless?"

After a moment.

The illusion dissipated.

Cheng Han couldn't help but laugh: "I was just kindly reminding you to close the windows so you don't catch a cold. I didn't mean anything else."

In this world, there are no cell phones, let alone computers. There is a serious lack of entertainment activities, and to some extent, this is one of the few forms of entertainment he has.

Soon.

He shifted his attention and started playing with other birds.

Half an hour later.

Within the sea of consciousness, the residual imprint of the spirit suddenly trembled.

Cheng Han sensed it for a moment, his expression changed: "Strange, why did the White-faced Heron 'disconnect'?"

The so-called "disconnect" naturally does not refer to losing network signal like in the previous life, but rather the mysterious connection between the residual imprint and the bird has been interrupted.

And when this happens, it means one thing - the bird is dead.

Cheng Han pondered for a few seconds and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the White-faced Heron's call alarmed some presence hiding near the attic and brought disaster upon itself?"

Logically speaking, this is the most likely answer.

Going deeper, what kind of thing is so sensitive to bird calls that it can't help but go on a killing spree upon hearing them?

Cheng Han's expression suddenly became serious: "Could it be the Divine Descent Group?"

The probability is high!

The Divine Descent Group has repeatedly suffered losses in front of the Night Owl flock. Countless people have died. Only these followers of the divine beings would be so sensitive to bird calls to the point of being abnormal.

Apart from them, no one else would be willing to go out and hunt birds late at night.

Cheng Han decisively connected to the residual imprint and locked onto the remaining association of the White-faced Heron that had not dissipated, silently deducing, "What kind of thing killed this bird?"

His mental value decreased by 0.5 points.

No feedback whatsoever.

The deduction failed.

But...

Failure itself is important information.

Cheng Han took a deep breath: "In the previous Ghost Eye incident, where did the soul essence go? It couldn't be deduced. There must be an extremely high-level extraordinary item there.

"And the killer who just killed the White-faced Heron couldn't be deduced either. Could this guy be carrying that extraordinary item?"

The probability seems high!

Cheng Han recalled the image of the attic and deduced again, "What is the purpose of the place where the attic belongs?"

A slight chill ran through his head.

An information flow emerged.

The result came out - a freight company called "Tongshen."

Cheng Han became more certain: "A freight company is a place with intensive personnel and material exchanges. They have also built many warehouses, making it easy for one or a few people to hide."

He stood up and took a few excited steps: "I didn't expect that a random act of curiosity tonight would actually encounter something extraordinary.

"So, what should I do next? Should I immediately inform the authorities, or should I first figure out what this extraordinary item is?"

Cheng Han fell into deep thought.

After a long time.

He made a decision in his heart: "For me, every extraordinary item is a fortune. I can use the All-Knowing Eye to analyze a large amount of knowledge.

"This item is most likely of great significance. Perhaps I can try to get my hands on it. And since the Divine Descent Group has suffered a major setback, they won't act rashly for the time being. I have enough time."

He chuckled softly: "If I fail, I'll just summon the official workers."

After all, there is official support.

No need to worry!

Cheng Han yawned: "The other party is already alert. It's not suitable to take action tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

He first added some firewood to the fireplace, placed the bedding on the sofa, took off his clothes, and crawled into it, quickly falling asleep.

The black cat quietly approached, rubbed against the bedding, and lay down next to the sofa.

The flames in the fireplace danced continuously, gently gazing at the man and the cat.

"Snap!"

A piece of firewood made a soft sound.

The black cat turned its head and glanced, wagging its tail.

Annoying!

Don't disturb the owner's sleep!

(End of this chapter)