MTL - Virtue is Abundant-Chapter 11 Xiao Wu's commission!
On the city wall of the palace complex, stood one after another black skeletons, holding various weapons, with dark ghosts flashing in their eye sockets, looking towards the coast.
A skeleton wearing tattered armor walked to the center of the city wall, raised the bone knife in his hand and pointed to the coastline.
Like someone who hasn't spoken for a long time, its voice is hoarse and stiff:
"Humans, in thirty days, we will coincide with your world."
"unless-"
"You kill all those professionals."
"In that case, our world will not be able to merge with you, because you are too low."
The sound of skeletons resounded far away at sea, resounding in all directions like the humming of an airplane engine.
This scene was faithfully recorded on live TV.
On the bustling Changhong Street, the noisy voices suddenly weakened.
Many people are watching this scene—
Through the screen of the store, mobile phone, sharing with friends, etc.
The world fell into a momentary silence.
Everyone realized one thing.
A mirage doesn't make a sound.
If it is a mirage, what kind of scene does it reflect?
What kind of city do you want, such a majestic castle towering like a mountain, with so many skeletons?
- What kind of place would have such a terrifying sight?
The next second.
The TV screen was suddenly switched to the studio.
The beautiful host turned pale and forced a smile: "Everyone, the signal ahead is interrupted. I believe this is just some kind of prank - from some people who are dissatisfied with the mainstream society."
"This news is finished for you, see you tomorrow."
The show ended abruptly.
Wu Xiaode fell into deep thought.
The world seems to have started to look a little different since the successive earthquakes.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Why do you think so much?
After seven days, I have to say whether I can live or not. Why think about it?
He quickened his pace, quickly left the lively street, turned into an alley, and walked all the way to the end, and then changed a few more roads, going further and further, and finally arrived at the demolition area.
Boom—
Lightning flashed across the sky.
heavily clouded.
The world is getting darker.
Before the rain dripped down, Wu Xiaode got into an abandoned teaching building.
He climbed up to the third floor, found a classroom at random, and pushed the door in.
Most of the seat benches here have been removed, with only a few damaged chairs and a slanted table left.
There is a line of math questions and answers written on the blackboard:
"How to prove that 0.999...=1?"
Wu Xiaode glanced at it, picked up the chalk tip, and answered it smoothly.
As he writes, he thinks about everything that happened today and the strategies he can take to deal with it.
Outside the house, the rain was dripping.
The whole world seemed to melt into darkness.
The chalk in Wu Xiaode's hand kept hitting the blackboard, making more and more intensive ding ding dong dong sounds.
after awhile.
The ding-dong sound came to an abrupt end.
"Sister Lan... I know you don't want me to fight."
"But we have nothing to lose. I hope you don't blame me for what I have to do."
he whispered.
On the blackboard, the proof question has been written.
Following Wu Xiaode's thoughts, the Book of the Undead shook slightly, emitting a misty mist, covering everything around.
A wall covered with various notes quietly appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.
Wish the wall!
Wu Xiaode looked at the wall and saw a blank note in the center of the wall.
A sense of enlightenment flashed through his heart, letting him know what to do.
——After all, the Book of the Dead is his own ability.
The blank note flew over quietly and landed in his hands.
"Please help me find a woman named Xia Huilan, she is my neighbor."
"Are you paid?"
"I can pay three points of soul power."
——I am poor and useless, the only thing I can pay is soul power.
Fortunately, after the soul power is delivered, I can slowly recover just by resting, otherwise, I really have nothing to take out.
Anyway, I hope someone is willing to help.
Following Wu Xiaode's thoughts, lines of small words appeared on the note.
Wu Xiaode looked it over and felt that there was no problem, so he glued the note back to the wishing wall.
Waited for a while.
A gust of wind blew through the fog.
The piece of paper was blown by the wind and flew out of the wall, and soon disappeared.
The next second.
All the fog dissipated, and even the entire wishing wall disappeared from Wu Xiaode.
He found himself back in the abandoned classroom.
A line of small ice crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"The commission has been accepted."
"Please wait."
Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief.
The commission was accepted, I hope everything goes well, and quickly find Xia Huilan.
He looked at his phone.
It is ten o'clock in the evening.
After twelve o'clock, on the next day, I can accept a commission on the wishing wall again to increase the upper limit of my soul power.
——It’s best to find Xia Huilan before twelve o’clock!
Wu Xiaode was thinking silently when suddenly he heard a sound.
He turned to look at the window.
I saw a crow parked on the railing outside the window.
The crow's feathers were as dark as night, but a faint white light radiated from its surroundings, and there was a hint of cunning in its eyes, and it was quietly looking at Wu Xiaode.
Is this-
Wu Xiaode was a little uncertain, and stared blankly at the crow outside the window.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the crow's eyes, and after shaking its body in the wind and rain, it flew up again and tapped the glass with its sharp beak.
Indeed it is!
Wu Xiaode quickly opened the window.
The crow flew in and landed gently on the sloping table.
"You're looking for someone?" it squeaked.
Wu Xiaode widened his eyes, stared at the crow and said, "I never knew that the crow can speak."
"Idiot, I'm not an ordinary crow, I'm the spirit of the crow." The crow said contemptuously.
Wu Xiaode came back to his senses.
Yes, you can use the power of the undead and heroic spirits in your own book of the dead.
How could an ordinary crow accept his commission?
This crow must be a spirit.
"You should have read the entrustment. I want to find a woman named Xia Huilan." Wu Xiaode said.
"It's simple, but let's talk about earnings first. After all, you only have three points of soul power, which is not enough for me." Crow said.
"What profit?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"You are surrounded by the black air of death and the blood of slaughter. I guess your road ahead is not easy. If you fight next, then the guys you killed, I will draw soul power from them. , do you have any objection to this?" Crow asked.
Can you still do this?
Wu Xiaode was a little surprised and said, "Yes, but we have to share this harvest equally."
"Equally divided! You are kidding me, only the spirits of our crow clan can directly absorb the soul power of the dead. This is very hard work. I'm about seven and three!" Crow said.
"You also know that I have very little soul power. If I run out of soul power during the battle, I will not be able to act later, and your commission may not be completed." Wu Xiaode said.
The crow hesitated.
"I'm four and six, it's the first time we work together, everyone takes a step back." Wu Xiaode said.
"If you can really get an extra income, then four or six points." Crow compromised.
"Okay, can you take me to find Xia Huilan?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Let's go, let's find her together."
The crow landed on Wu Xiaode's shoulder and suddenly disappeared.
Wu Xiaode was curious and was about to speak when he suddenly found that his body lost control.
"Why do you spirits have to control other people's bodies?" He couldn't help protesting in his heart.
"We can't directly affect reality. Only when we come to your body can we participate in the world's affairs." The Raven Spirit explained.
This is exactly what the Book of the Dead said.
"Okay, before UU Reading www.uukanshu.com takes action, I want to ask, what should I call you." Wu Xiaode asked.
"My type is my name." Crow's Spirit said.
"Wu?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"No, I'm a crow, you can call me Little Crow, please call me Brother Crow when there are other birds around." Spirit of Crow said.
"...It's a pleasure to meet, I'm Wu Xiaode."
"Fortunately, we are now trying to find a way to complete the commission."
Wu Xiaode moved his body and said in a sharp and strange tone: "Anyway, let's fly to where she works now to see if there are any clues."
He walked to the window sill, jumped up gently, and jumped out.
"This is the third floor!" Wu Xiaode quickly reminded.
"Don't underestimate Master, Master can fly." Crow responded with a sneer.
I saw Wu Xiaode floating in the air, with a pair of black wings spread out behind him.
He slammed a fan—
Boom!
A dull sound.
Wu Xiaode fell and hit a puddle on the ground, unable to recover for a while.
Although the body is controlled by the spirit, the various senses are not isolated.
Fortunately, his current body strength is five times that of an ordinary person, and the landing is cushioned by wings, but he didn't break much, but it was too painful.
"Aren't you... able to fly?" Wu Xiaode asked through gritted teeth.
"It's also the first time I possessed myself. After all, it's very rare for someone like you to awaken the power of the undead. Don't worry, there will be no problem in the future."
Wu Xiaode's body got up, trembled all over, and suddenly turned into a black crow and rushed into the sky.
In the cold wind and rain.
A black bird pierced the thick lead cloud in the sky and disappeared.
