mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 511 Savage Torrent
Although Miao Cuihua was in a hurry, she was calm, she gave everyone a wink, and said, "I'll go in by myself."

She pushed the door in.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin leaning on the head of the bed, his face was very haggard and pale, his cheekbones protruded a bit, his face was originally thin, but now his cheeks were sunken, he was startled, and tears couldn't stop falling down.

Zhao Chuanxin waved: "Sister Hua, come quickly."

Miao Cuihua sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his thin face: "What's wrong?"

Instead, Zhao Chuanxin wiped away her tears: "Ham, it's not a big deal, some accidents happened, don't worry. I used to think my life was short, but now I think my life is too long."

Miao Cuihua didn't understand what he wanted to express.

Maybe no one will understand.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin tried his best to avoid having a strong connection with this era.

For example, keeping seeds...

So he speaks more bitterly and unscrupulously than before, and sometimes he deliberately provokes the wrath of heaven and earth.

In this way, we can live into the 21st century without any worries.

But people are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?
I think of Lugang town's plain but deliberately proud faces.

I thought of Miao Cuihua, Wilhelmina, and Rebecca Levi and his apprentice...

All these people have become a part of his life, and they are not so easy to separate.

Now Zhao Chuanxin is worried about his life.

After living for so long and exhausting all the people who care about me, then what?

Where do I go by myself?
Alone forever?

Although she didn't understand, Miao Cuihua suddenly had a sore nose.

She vaguely guessed that Zhao Chuanxin became like this this time, could it be that they paid some heavy price for them?

He was supposed to live forever?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know that Miao Cuihua had misunderstood.

He suddenly gained strength and roared at the top of his voice: "Sinister, hurry up and come in."

When Benjamin Goldberg outside heard this, he hurried over.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Who made you into this? Let's cut him!" blurted out a mouthful of bad Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin sat up straight: "Come on, let's build a scene and discuss the solution together. If there is a person, he is surrounded by a group of enemies, and among them is a short but ferocious creature less than one meter long. They are very fast..."

Zhao Chuanxin described the dilemma encountered by "I".

Benjamin Goldberg listened intently, his eyes wandering.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he asked, "Master, do you think that person can be resurrected infinitely?"

"Yes, but..." Zhao Chuanxin wanted to say something, but held back: "Although he can be resurrected, it will do a lot of damage to his body."

Benjamin Goldberg looked at Zhao Chuanxin: "Master, the person you are talking about is not you, is it?"

"Nonsense, the only strange-looking creature here is you, how can you be surrounded by other monsters?"

"..."

Miao Cuihua couldn't help laughing, tears were still on her face.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin is weak, he is still the same Zhao Chuanxin.

Craziness is not because of success, and those who are mad because of success are called villains, and some people are born to be awesome.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master, it's simple, all monsters always have to breathe. Is there a wind? Is it windy?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "It should be windy."

Of course there is wind in the moor.

Benjamin Goldberg touched his chin and pondered: "Master, you said that the ecstasy lamp can extract substances. Just before I left, I bought the latest microscope. There are all kinds of poisonous plants in Hawaii. I will help extract them, and then mix them into the mist of the ecstasy lamp. You give it to that person, let him release the poisonous mist, paralyze all the enemies, and you're done."

Zhao Chuanxin was dumbfounded: "Is this okay?"

"Of course, it's just that the person may be injured in front of him. After all, poison can't happen instantly."

But Zhao Chuanxin frowned: "Although the holder of the enchanting lamp can see things, he cannot avoid inhaling the mist. How to solve this?"

Benjamin Goldberg is confident: "My wife told me a story outside the pass. She said that there is a big smoke bubble outside the pass. It is full of rotten leaves and animals that accidentally get stuck in it. After the rot, it produces poisonous gas. When people pass by, they will be stunned and fall into it and become a part of it. Only one animal can survive, that is wild boars, because wild boars dig into the soil everywhere. I guess, the soil particles and natural porous substances can absorb poisonous gas. Wet towels to block the nose and mouth. We can make something that goes over the nose and mouth..."

Gas masks?

Of course it didn’t exist at that time. It was first invented by a Russian chemist during World War I. I didn’t expect my apprentice to think of it now.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "I know there is something that is very effective in filtering poisonous gas, especially fog, which can absorb moisture, activated carbon."

Benjamin Goldberg claps: "Then, the final piece of the puzzle comes together."

"The biological remnants of Gou Ri, I want you to look good at this time." Zhao Chuanxin secretly felt ruthless.

This mission made him suffer a lot.

He must make it up.

He wants to kill in another world!
At this time, there was another commotion outside.

Zhao Chuanxin heard the voices of Kishi and the high priest.

He cheered up: "Sister Hua, help me change my clothes."

The high priest not only came, but also thoughtfully brought a sedan chair.

The workmanship of the sedan chair is very rough, with only a seat and two poles.

He shouted outside: "God of War Kuku, I am the high priest of the Kanaka tribe, and I am here to welcome you."

The door creaked open.

Even in November, Hawaii is not cold.

Zhao Chuanxin had no clothes on his upper body, but he was wearing a pair of jeans and work boots underneath. On top of his head was a Panama hat. His head was slightly lowered, and the brim of the hat blocked most of his face.

The tattoos all over the body are particularly eye-catching.

Although he was haggard and thinner, his muscles became more exaggerated when he was thinner.

None of the Kanaka warriors present had dense tattoos or complex patterns like his.

In fact, not only the Kanaka tribe, but all Polynesian aborigines know people by looking at their tattoos.

Just by looking at the tattoo, you can know what achievements this fighter has, and know this person's status.

Zhao Chuanxin's tattoos represent outstanding achievements, the god of war, and the incarnation of Kuku.

When they saw him, a group of Kanaka people immediately cheered, or raised their guns, or raised their short spears and shouted excitedly.

They also don't wear much, and they are of refrigerator figure, which is unusually thick.

The people of the Kanaka tribe seem to be born full of flesh, and there is no distinction between men and women.

All the warriors are tattooed and grouped together, they look like an army of beasts.

The captain, crew, and Francis Fullerton were horrified as a savage torrent formed and swept them adrift in the storm.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand slowly, and all the noise stopped.

Francis Fuller was shocked.

As a diplomat, he understands customs and cultures around the world.

At this time, the native Kanaka people in Hawaii were far from being as docile as later generations.

They are savage, bloodthirsty, and the main one is stubborn.

It's not that if you have a scary reputation, you will be convinced. At most, you will not be provoked.

But at this moment, they are absolutely in awe from the heart.

It was not the first time that the captain and the crew had come to Hawaii, and it was also the first time they saw the Kanakas being so respectful to a foreigner.

Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath and said, "Go, let's go home."

After speaking, he got on the sedan chair.

Two strong men lifted the sedan chair, and the group disembarked.

The captain wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "You have to try it out, you are lucky not to be killed by these savages."

Francis Fuller had a thoughtful look on his face.

When Zhao Chuanxin got on the sedan chair, the sedan chair bumped a bit, and Zhao Chuanxin's face lifted a little.

In an instant, Francis Fuller saw Zhao Chuanxin's pale and haggard face, which was sallow in the white, which was an extremely unhealthy expression.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Chuanxin staggered as he walked. He looked very similar to a Kanaka tribe, but in fact he was swaying weakly.

He concealed his weakness with arrogance!
It was a thought that shocked him.

Frightened the Far East butchers all over the United States, did they get sick?
Francis Fuller's eyes flickered, and he had some thoughts in his mind.

Probing this kind of thing cannot always be done by the Americans. Zhao Chuanxin's enemies are too numerous to list, so just pick the most thorny one.

……

With so many strong men guarding him, Zhao Chuanxin felt relieved.

The front was full of strong support, but after getting off the boat, his body became weak.

When they arrived at the settlement of the Kanaka tribe, it seemed that the marginalized Claris was no longer careless, and he and Miao Cuihua helped Zhao Chuanxin down from the left and right.

Only then did the high priest speak: "You are weak, but you are not injured. Let me pray for Kuku's blessing for you and give you divine power again!"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Will Kuku be annoying?"

"What kind of speech is this!" The high priest's old face wrinkled and said, "You are the incarnation of Kuku."

"Yes." Zhao Chuanxin slumped on the blanket on the ground: "God Kuku bless you, let me slaughter the remnants of creatures."

This is called kneeling in front of the idol and scratching music, focusing on a piety.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is hypocritical, he doesn't take the predicament in front of him seriously.

Every man who wants to put on the glorious battle robe must experience setbacks and pains.The more immature people are, the more they like a smooth life.

It crumbles at the slightest hit.

But accidents always come unexpectedly.

He is strong and he is strong, and the breeze blows the hills.Let him do whatever he wants, and the bright moon shines on the river.Jin Yong understands mature men.

Claris stood in the corner, tears welling in his eyes.

She was always clinging to Zhao Chuanxin before, but now, she has become a marginal person.

As a woman, she is naturally sensitive to the relationship between men and women.

She could see that Miao Cuihua cared about Zhao Chuanxin very much.She could also see that Rachel Kravis was suppressing her concerns.

That woman's husband is right there, as well as her son.

This man has attracted bees and butterflies to this place.

Ugh, not much better than a man in Panama who has multiple wives at the same time.

But people are like this, the harder it is to get something, the more they want to hold it tightly in their hands, and the hot ones are the best ones.

They're all scumbags.

The high priest said, "Everyone leave, I'm going to sing."

Although Miao Cuihua wanted to stay, but in other people's territory, it's better to go to the village and do as the Romans do.

The high priest ignited some kind of plant, holding a handful of burning grass with scarlet fire in his old withered hand, and sang while swinging back and forth above Zhao Chuanxin's head.

Zhao Chuanxin was smoked by the smoke, and his eyes began to blur...

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