Devil Seeds

Chapter 42 – The Town Is Weird (Add More Rewards For Brother Yunlang!)

Chapter 42 The town is weird (add more rewards to Brother Yunlang!)

Obviously, Song Qingwen simply thought too much.

The reason why everyone entered a ‘dungeon’ individually last time was because those Demon Sect disciples were masters who made trouble out of nothing.

If they were put together, Ke Xiaoliang would not do anything, and just focus on preventing them from causing damage.

Where else can it render the atmosphere and convey the setting of the background?

Red-haired Tom is afraid that he will be killed by a group of little devil cubs just after his appearance.

After all, Ke Xiaoliang, the creator of the world, no matter how he cheats, he must follow some basic logic.

If the logic is chaotic, it will be easier for a big boss like Song Qingwen to see the flaws.

This is also a helpless choice.

The number of people began to increase, and Ke Xiaoliang had less available capital, and uncontrollable factors became larger. Only in this way can Ke Xiaoliang ensure efficiency.

And this time, everyone was concentrated in the delivery.

is to combine all the magical values to create a larger and more complete map.

After all, as a disciple of the Demon Sect, Ke Xiaoliang can still feel some movements in the Demon Sect, no matter how secretive they are.

What’s more, the matter has reached such a ‘sensational’ level, Ke Xiaoliang can’t believe that the top management of the Mozong didn’t respond.

That is to say, for this trip to the ‘different world’, there must be a high-ranking member of the Demon Sect who is in charge of the overall situation and restrains those disciples of the Demon Sect.

Therefore, it is the general trend to put all the ‘leeks’ in one basket first.

A group of more than 400 disciples of the Demon Sect, all wearing broken boards or waterproof rags, ran neatly in the pouring rain.

Under the night, amidst lightning and thunder, more than 400 ‘children’ broke into the small town in the night with strange expressions.

In the small town, some ferocious monsters climbed on the eaves, looking at the large group of strange intruders with blood-red eyes.

They made a piercing hissing sound.

Then groups of monsters jumped out from all the dark corners and rushed towards the prepared crowd.

Among these demon sect disciples, although there are also some waste stuffed in by relying on relationships, most of them are really elites.

Even though they were unarmed and unarmed, they teamed up with each other to kill the monsters that were rushing towards them by using flexible movements and skilled fighting techniques.

A brief conflict outside the small town ended with the failure of those ferocious monsters.

Ke Xiaoliang always took away the seriously injured little monsters before they died completely. In everyone’s eyes, the state presented was that the monsters defeated and killed by them melted into darkness in the dark night. It became a wisp of black smoke, penetrated into the ground, and disappeared into the vast night and rain, as if returning to this world.

“This place…is really different.”

“I remember that the last time I killed such a monster, it was possible to leave a corpse. But this time, there was no corpse.”

“This shows that in this small town, there must be something that absorbs the energy of their flesh and blood that collapsed after death.” Song Qingwen has fully entered the role, and began to spontaneously make up for Ke Xiaoliang’s setting and complete the entire logic.

Murong Yun and other elders were just newcomers and unfamiliar with everything, so they also believed Song Qingwen’s explanation.

The small conflict caused the Mozong team to lose seven members.

These seven people are all related households stuffed in.

Such a loss, the Mozong team will not feel bad, and neither will Ke Xiaoliang.

During the conflict, he had harvested thousands of magical points invisible.

The seven people who were kicked out were nothing but trash with low cultivation and weak willpower, and they would not be able to provide much magical value if they stayed.

The buildings in the small town are relatively well preserved compared to the city Song Qingwen visited.

It seems that the town is so remote that it has not been directly attacked by a nuclear bomb.

The architectural style of the town is unique, almost every building has a huge cross hanging from the roof.

Some thorn-like patterns and white dove reliefs are also the main decoration of this town.

On the square in the center of the town, there is a fountain that has long since dried up.

The main body of the fountain is a little boy standing and peeing.

It looks chubby, but it should be cute.

But now, under the makeup of night and rain, and against the backdrop of dilapidated buildings, it looks extraordinarily weird.

Big gray raindrops fell from its face, and the smile that was originally full of childishness was particularly gloomy at this moment.

Among the occasional flashes of lightning, there is always a feeling that it is staring at itself coldly.

Boom!

There was a thunderous explosion.

At this time, intermittent music seemed to sound in everyone’s ears.

The voice “Angel’s Room” specially extracted from Ke Xiaoliang’s memory, and then blessed by the atmosphere of the town, fell into everyone’s ears intermittently.

“Playing tricks, playing tricks!” Murong Yun said with a sneer.

Compared to playing with terror, bluffing and intimidating… As a monk of the Demon Sect, I have more say in this aspect.

Suddenly, a light came on in a house.

Immediately afterwards… Surrounding the square hot spring in the town, a large number of houses that were already in ruins were lit up.

Some laughter came from the house.

Then there are singing, talking, and some daily scolding and scolding.

It seems that in just a moment, the whole town is full of vitality, returning from **** to the world.

Under the leadership of Song Qingwen, a small group of Mozong monks selected a room and broke in.

In the house, warm wall lamps are lit.

In the fireplace in the living room, there is still a charcoal fire burning.

On a wooden chair, a newspaper was suspended in the air, as if someone was holding it and carefully flipping through it.

Suddenly, some seemingly hearty food appeared on the empty dining table.

Then the chair beside the table was pulled away, amidst the laughter and laughter, the food disappeared from the table bit by bit, as if it was being eaten by an invisible person.

“Ghost?” a Mozong disciple whispered.

Murong Yun said to the disciple who spoke up: “Go! Unseal the seal and use the technique of ghost appearance.”

This is a method summed up within Mozong thanks to Song Qingwen’s previous attempts.

At the cost of ‘sacrificing’ one or more disciples, break the seal and cast spells to solve the dilemma or deadlock.

The disciple immediately stepped out when he heard the words, and instantly tore the seal with his own mana, and then released the spell he had prepared before being expelled.

A black light flashed across the house.

All the shadows are “illuminated” in this dark light.

Nothing at all.

Nothing happened.

There is no ghosting, nor any filth, forced to reveal traces.

The weird state in the room is still going on.

The disciples of the Demon Sect saw what happened, but the ‘masters’ in the house didn’t seem to see these strange intruders at all.

They went on with their lives, as if everything was the same as before.

Cozy, cozy and peaceful.

(end of this chapter)