After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 141
It was very windy the day we left Discord City.

Wu Yi frowned, he didn't expect the weather to change.

Yesterday was still sunny and fine, and the weather in Discord City was the most lawful in this area, very well-regulated.

He also watched the sky at night and found nothing unusual.

After frowning, Wu Yi glanced at the group of students who were ready to leave at any time, waved his hand, and set off for the next destination according to the original plan.

Walking on the street, Song Jingmo discovered more abnormalities.

Discord City is a bustling city.

Even if there is an underground city, the city under the sun is still prosperous, and many small vendors set up their stalls to do small business during the day.

Not to mention those casual cultivators who make a living out of hunting by simply placing their prey on the spot.

Chaos returns to chaos, and there is also an unwritten rule that everyone consciously abides by.

When he reached the end of the street and was about to turn a corner, Song Jingmo subconsciously looked back in the direction of the auction house.

Under the auction house is a dungeon.

That strange Liu Qiaoer is still there.

Song Jingmo thought that Liu Qiaoer would continue to seek her for help, but after Liu Qiaoer took the spirit stone and left, he never came to the inn again.

The last time I saw Liu Qiaoer was when she first went to the underground city trade area to buy spiritual materials, and she only had a quick glance.

After all, the dungeon is not a good place.

Let Song Jingmo choose, she would rather go back to the barren land, in an ordinary small village, watch over that old man Song Zheng, raise fluffy, plant a three-acre land, occasionally do a small business, and spend the day at sunrise. An ordinary life of work and rest.

When the sky fell, there was a tall man holding it up.

From the very beginning, Song Jingmo knew exactly what kind of person he was.

She doesn't like disputes and has many shortcomings.

But some things have to be done.

Looking back, Song Jingmo stopped and waited for her classmate to smile, before turning around the intersection.

The whole city seemed to be quiet.

There are significantly fewer people on the street.

Wu Yi frowned again.

If people in Discord City don't like windy weather and don't want to go out, it's justified.

But again, this reason cannot hold water.

The wind picked up the leaves that fell from some tree at some time, and swirled them around.

Walking all the way from the inn to the gate of Disorder City, Song Jingmo felt like something was pressing in his heart.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Song Jingmo looked up at the only avenue outside the disordered city, and saw a dark cloud layer, which was moving in the direction of the disordered city, and a word came out in his heart.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave today." Zhizhibai also saw the thick clouds.

Unlike what Song Jingmo saw with his eyes, he saw the thick resentment in the clouds, revealing a kind of coldness and cruelty of choosing people and devouring them.

Lou Zhiyin had never seen such a strong karmic debt, his eyes were almost stabbed by the bloody light in the clouds, he quickly moved his eyes away, and after a while, his eyes turned to Song Jingmo, with a puzzled expression.

Why did she feel that the causal breath in the clouds seemed familiar?It seems to have seen it on the little junior sister.

There is no time left for her to explore clues to solve puzzles.

As the clouds approached, the wind intensified.

A student who didn't use spiritual power to protect his body was almost blown down by the wind. A table behind him was swept up by the wind, and fell to the ground not far away, breaking into several pieces.

Although Wu Yi was unfamiliar with such movements, he could feel the danger, so he led people back immediately.

The tempering in the underground arena is still very effective.

A hundred or so people consciously divided into small groups, pulled one by one, followed the instructions and quickly turned back to Discord City.

As soon as he retreated into the city, a rather familiar figure was struggling to move against the wind towards the city gate.

They followed the wind, feeling like being pushed by the wind.

The difficulty of walking against the wind can only be seen from the figure's difficult movement progress.

When someone approached, Song Jingmo recognized that it was the waiter in the inn.

"Great, you guys haven't left the city yet." The waiter was filled with wind as soon as he opened his mouth, and his voice was distorted.

The waiter in the shop has a typical thin bamboo pole figure, and on the way here, he carried a heart for fear that he would be swept away by the wind.

He was also afraid that he would take a step too late and fail to call someone, so he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and forced himself to move to the gate of the city step by step against the strong wind that could blow away the weak roof.

After confirming that the owner had not left the person who called to stay, the waiter felt a big stone in his heart.

But the shopkeeper said that if he can't handle this trivial matter, he doesn't have to work in the inn.

In order not to lose this hard-won job, the waiter asked himself to pay a lot.

Not in the mood to exchange pleasantries in the strong wind, the shop waiter led the people back to the inn, poured down a pot of tea in one go, and then recovered.

It was rare for the shopkeeper who didn't stay at the counter to fiddle with the abacus to look gloomy, obviously he had something on his mind.

After noticing that all the departing guests had returned, his expression relaxed a lot.

"The guests left early, so they failed to remind that the disorderly city will not be peaceful these few days."

"The weather is not good for traveling, so guests should stay for a few more days."

Wu Yi paid attention to the shopkeeper's expression and saw something different.

"May I ask the shopkeeper, when will this strong wind stop?"

The shopkeeper moved his fingers, habitually wanting to fiddle with the abacus beads. The abacus was on the counter, not at hand. After realizing this, the shopkeeper did not get up to get the abacus, but sighed.

"There was no wind like this in previous years."

"The guests have good eyesight, so they should be able to see that this gale is a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster." The shopkeeper only said so far, and put a stack of thin jade cards on the table.

"This is a token for entering the dungeon. It is up to the customer to choose whether to stay on the ground or hide underground to avoid the limelight." The shopkeeper sighed, returned to the counter, and fiddled with the abacus beads.

Listening to the howling wind coming from outside, and hearing the chaotic and crisp sound of collision of abacus beads, everyone couldn't help being upset.

Wu Yi heard the shopkeeper's hint, and his face sank like water.

His complexion was dark, and nothing could be seen from the changes in his complexion. Song Jingmo could only feel the low pressure on Old Wu's body.

It is a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster.

This information is not useful. Anyone who can see the cause and effect or know a little bit of divination will know that the sudden strong wind is man-made.

But with such a deep resentment and a bloody sin, no one dared to be easily contaminated.

"Won't the shopkeeper go to the dungeon?" Song Jingmo asked after thinking about the things that had been handed over.

The shopkeeper fiddled with the abacus, and said in a muffled voice, "I have to guard the inn."

The shop waiter poured another pot of tea, and seemed to be completely relieved, and leaned over laughingly, leaning half of his body on the counter.

"The underground city is not a good place to go. The ground and the underground are all purgatory on earth."

This word reveals more meaning.

Dean Zhao couldn't hide his thoughts, and subconsciously looked at Wu Yi, wanting to get a definite order.

Go to the dungeon, or stay in the inn.

They have all been to the dungeon. If the entrance is closed, the defense is indeed impenetrable.

But they all know what the atmosphere is like in the dungeon. Once they enter the dungeon, it is up to them to discuss who this life belongs to.

The inn... The decoration of the inn is really good. It can be seen that the construction of the inn cost a lot of money, but it will become a target on the ground.

So what the shopkeeper said is very clear.

Stay on the ground, or hide underground.

Fight for yourself, or put your life in the hands of others.

It may be difficult to make a choice where the right to choose falls on others, and Wu Yi has faced many life-and-death choices.

But at the same time, because it is about life and death, he cannot make choices for everyone.

"Whether to stay or go to the dungeon, you choose."

Wu Yi pushed the jade tablet towards the center of the table, and said to the students who were ashamed and dazed.

Hearing this sentence, many people fell into a daze.

Don't they leave the inn together and go to the dungeon?

Do you want to choose yourself?
Do you want to separate?

Who will keep them safe after separation?

How were the two deans selected?

They had a lot of questions to ask, but after seeing Wu Yi's expression, they made choices silently one by one.

If you want to go, take a jade token.

If you don't go, just stand still.

Undecided, directly included in the leaving team.

After making sure that everyone had made their choices, Wu Yi closed his eyes and forced himself to be ruthless.

He has no ability to protect everyone, so everyone must be responsible for their own choices.

"Dean Zhao led the team to the dungeon, and I stayed at the inn."

"How is the environment of the dungeon? You guys have learned about it these days, so you should pay more attention." Wu Yi took out a bunch of pills and spirit stones from his spiritual storage, and handed them to Dean Zhao.

Dean Zhao's spiritual king-level cultivation can protect a group of students whose strength is basically at the level of Lingzun. As long as they don't take the initiative to provoke troubles and cause troubles, they can be well protected in places like dungeons.

Watching Dean Zhao lead the team away, and waited until the team was out of sight, the waiter closed the door of the inn.

As soon as the door was closed, the wind was blocked outside the door.

The sound of the wind is indeed scary. In the airtight room, just listening to the sound, there are only people, but I don’t feel scared.

Song Jingmo sat at the table, rubbed his stiff hands, and his body warmed up as his spiritual energy circulated.

It is midsummer at this time, and the wind should be cool.

The wind outside seemed to carry a bit of chill to the bones, making people feel cold in the hands and feet, and at the same time, they felt cold in the back.

Someone touched his hair, and Song Jingmo turned his head to look, just in time to see that Unexpectedly picked something off his head.

"Are there leaves?" Song Jingmo asked naturally.

In the windy days in the past, when she went out, her hair would get entangled with things, twigs or leaves.

Unexpectedly, he crushed that ray of Yin Qi and nodded calmly.

Song Jingmo was not interested in looking at Ye Zi. Listening to the wind outside, he felt a little worried when he saw that there were no more than ten people besides himself and his brothers and sisters, including Buyu, Lao Wu, the shopkeeper, and the waiter.

It will definitely not move for a while.

Natural disasters can wait for the wind and rain to stop.

Man-made disaster... Song Jingmo can only think of revenge and revenge.

"It's not that simple." Sang Zhixia shook her head.

Just now Song Jingmo said what he thought in his heart.

It has to be said that Song Jingmo's thinking is too naive, and it is also the thinking of some people.

"Junior Sister, don't look with your eyes, look again, is the wind outside just wind?" Sang Zhixia's voice was so soft that it could easily be covered by the sound of the wind.

Song Jingmo heard it clearly and followed suit.

To see without eyes means not to see with eyes alone.

The soul power replaced the eyes, and when he passed through the door of the inn, Song Jingmo was froze and his body trembled.

The wind got stronger and louder.

There was no one on the street, and some signboards that were too late or forgot to remove were blown down by the wind, rolled up, and then fell to the ground or on the roof of the building.

The clouds had already approached Discord City, and it was densely packed with darkness, as if it wanted to engulf the light.

Don't just see with your eyes.

Song Jingmo chose to use the soul force to perceive directly.

Howling, resentment, pain, killing intent, malice—the clouds have become a collection of resentment.

However, behind the clouds, there are still people driving.

Song Jingmo didn't dare to think about such a deep blood crime and such strong resentment, how many lives were tortured and killed by the black cloud that crushed the city.

Can vaguely hear crying, vaguely hear howling in pain——

In the inn, he suddenly looked at Song Jingmo, covered his palm with spiritual power, and patted Song Jingmo's head heavily.

Song Jingmo felt a strong force, and when he opened his eyes, he regained consciousness. After remembering what happened just now, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Lou Zhi, who saw his little junior sister leaving her soul but reacted a little slower, turned pale, fortunately, fortunately, unexpectedly reacted quickly.

If the little junior sister's soul body is taken away, it will not be such a simple matter of being contaminated with a little sin.

It's like a white cloth dropped into a dye vat, no matter how much you wash it, you can't get rid of the dyed color.

At the counter, the shopkeeper looked down at the abacus beads that had been crushed by himself, and changed a new abacus without changing his expression.

It is dangerous.

Unexpectedly, his gaze swept across Sang Zhixia indifferently, and then fell on Song Jingmo who was still calming down.

Sang Zhixia didn't know what happened, and combined with the reactions of the three of them, she also knew that her words had put the little junior sister in danger, and she immediately fell into self-blame.

"After tossing for so long, everyone is tired."

"I don't think I'm in the mood to rest right now, so it's better to have a meal together." Song Jingmo regained his composure, noticed the increasingly gloomy atmosphere around him, and proposed from his heart.

Chi Zhishu glanced at Sang Zhixia, and was the first to respond.

With the first, there is the second and the third.

Even people who didn't know them well couldn't refuse the offer.

To be honest, it is difficult for ordinary people to eat and drink well in such a dangerous situation.

Anyone who proposes it will feel that this person has a strange way of thinking.

When the bottom of the hot pot melts, the domineering, strong, spicy and hot food fills every inch of the lobby, looking at the bubbling bottom of the pot, smelling the aroma, looking at all kinds of processed ingredients that are hard to recognize, Everyone fell silent.

Then you still have to worry about the wind outside and the clouds in the city, talk less and move your chopsticks more to eat as much as you want to eat is a serious matter!

(End of this chapter)