Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 592 - 218: Could You Not Wear Pinru’s Clothes_2
Although under such circumstances, it's inevitable that people of the Yangxiang Race might sneak in, but there's no way around it.
Jiangyuan Country needs herbs, and the National Guardian Master Team can't be sent to gather them; that would disrupt the defense forces.
These Martial Artist squads have become indispensable candidates.
Even in the vast and powerful Divine Land, there's still the occasional need for social martial artists to gather herbs.
No matter how wealthy the government, it can't afford to keep all martial artists within the Military Department.
After all, some martial artists are naturally undisciplined and lack a strong sense of human honor, making them unsuitable for battle. Yet, for a prosperous life, they will venture into the wetland. This is a reasonable way to distribute resources.
If every martial artist was crammed into the Military Department, it would have the opposite effect.
"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we heard any news of the otherworldly enemy attacking the Wet Ghost Tower."
Xue Pinghai found a place to sit down, suddenly frowning deeply.
Even though he used to be in the laboratory, he always paid attention to the situation of the Wet Ghost Tower.
But it's been over two months now; the Wet Ghost Tower has been quiet without a large-scale war, not even a skirmish.
This is not a good sign.
The otherworldly enemy likes to come to Earth to devour the hearts of martial artists.
The reason they haven't attacked the Wet Ghost Tower must be because they are brewing some conspiracy.
Xue Pinghai's premonition was quite accurate.
In Jiangyuan Country, due to the characteristics of Grag Grass, ordinary people are particularly fertile, resulting in an overpopulation. This is also a key factor that frequently attracts the otherworldly enemy to Jiangwu City.
For the wetland's otherworldly enemy, Jiangwu City is a hunting ground, full of plentiful and weak prey, with the only defense being the burning radar.
But without a destructive war, the Wet Ghost Tower wouldn't be casually activated, and with what they can control, the otherworldly enemy gladly comes to Jiangwu City.
It's abnormal for them not to attack for such a long time.
"Let's hope there won't be another war, the people of Jiangyuan Country have been suffering too much.
"Unfortunately, the burning radar can only deter lower-level martial artists, it's powerless against Grandmasters.
"Why is it so difficult to get rid of the Grandmaster Chain?"
Xue Pinghai looked up at the pitch-black sky, letting out a bitter laugh.
"Hell, hell, hell!"
Suddenly, Xue Pinghai heard a few soft murmurs.
He turned his head to look.
It turned out that 20 meters away from him, there was a thin old beggar writing on the ground with a stick.
Xue Pinghai became interested.
He frowned as he walked over.
The words were written with water, like those retirement elders in the Divine Land who showcase their calligraphy during morning exercises on the street.
The old beggar's writing was surprisingly neat, even quite beautiful.
But while muttering to himself, he was only writing two words.
Hell!
Yes, those shocking two words.
...
Hell! Hell!
Hell! Hell! Hell!
Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!
...
Two words... the old beggar had written them hundreds of times, stroke after stroke, with identical font, as if they were stamped out from the same mold.
From a glance, half the sidewalk was covered with the words hell.
Because it was deep into the night, the ink evaporated slowly.
Under the dim streetlights, the neatly arranged words 'hell' seemed like an endless army of demons, threatening to devour the world, appearing utterly shocking.
"Old man, why are you writing these two words?"
Xue Pinghai felt a pang of pain in his heart.
This old man was around the same age as himself, but was skin and bones, with sunken eyes, writing with just one arm, the other amputated completely.
This elder was once a martial artist.
"Because Jiangyuan Country is hell."
The old man did not look at Xue Pinghai.
Like a madman, he continued tirelessly writing 'hell' on the sidewalk.
Suddenly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
The elder seemed exhausted; after writing the final two words, he collapsed, and the stick in his hand fell far away.
Xue Pinghai hurriedly walked over to help the elder up.
At the same time, he saw the last two words the elder wrote... human world.
The flamboyant two words starkly contrasted with the other uniform script.
"Jiangyuan Country is hell.
"Does this country even have a human world left!
"Hell! Human world!
"Hahaha, we were meant to live in the human world, yet we reside in hell, no one can leave, hahaha, no one can leave!"
The elder was terrifyingly weak.
Xue Pinghai quickly supported him, finding a place where they could buy something; he must have been hungry.
"What does it matter if I fill my stomach?
"Our fields can't yield crops, our people have no way to live, our Jiangyuan Country is hell, it is hell."
The elder mechanically chewed the food, still muttering.
Xue Pinghai left him some food, then left directly, he had saved one madman, but there were millions more in Jiangwu City, far beyond help.
Hell!
Human world!
Jiangyuan Country was meant to be the human world, yet it was shrouded by hell.
When will this suffering come to an end?
...
The next morning, as dawn barely broke.
Gong Yuzhen's grave.
Fang Liyan stayed at the entrance, sleepless all night.
How could he possibly sleep?
Who would have thought that Gong Ling could actually succeed?
Indeed.
The first arrow of the Nine Mystical Bows, Fixed Celestial Gang, she had actually mastered it.
Aside from the day Gong Yuzhen died, Fang Liyan hadn't felt such intense emotion for a long time.
He was so excited he forgot about his injuries.
Just a little while ago, the flame on Gong Ling's body had been burning to the extreme; her entire body seemed to swell to three times its original size, even Fang Liyan could feel that terrifying pressure.
Fortunately, it was Qi Blood manifested as flame, or the grave would have been set ablaze.
