The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 811 Gyro Plan

The voice of Qilin echoed in the deep and empty forest of stone pillars, slowly returning to silence.

About ten seconds passed.

"Weng—"

Parallel to the dim air in front of Qilin's eyes, a gray-white space crack appeared, only the size of a finger.

Soon, the space crack was torn open from top to bottom by some kind of force, and a narrow crack of about one meter appeared, and a "sizzling" sound was made like a chaotic electric current.

Then, a blood-stained withered right hand stretched out from the crack in space, raking in the space outside, but couldn't find anything to grab. Seeing that hand retracting inch by inch, the gap in space became smaller and smaller, like It's about zipping it up again.

Qilin frowned, stepped forward, grabbed the hand, and pulled it out hard.

"Zizi-"

The entire right arm was pulled out by Qilin, and Master Jiang's head also popped out. The left half of his face was burnt black and bloody.

Qilin was mentally prepared for Yan Liang's tragic situation, and was not surprised at all. He continued to pull hard, and three seconds later, Mr. Jiang was completely pulled out from the gap in space.

The old man's broken and hunched body was like a blood-stained black rag, falling to the ground lightly, dying. His entire right arm and left leg were missing, there were many serious injuries on his body, and his bones were basically broken.

Qilin immediately squatted down, took out the C medicine he carried with him and injected it into Jiang Ye's body. After waiting for a minute, he injected another special epinephrine.

After a full 10 minutes, Mr. Jiang's injuries had barely recovered by [-]% to [-]%, and the gap in the severed limb had basically healed, and the bleeding had stopped.

Mr. Jiang didn't have the strength to move, so he lay flat on the ground and tried his best to open his mouth. His voice was hoarse and weak: "I was plotted by Gao Yang and was forced to avoid danger. Qinglong... what happened..."

Qilin looked down at the half-dead Master Jiang. After a few seconds of silence, he threw away the crutch in his hand, crossed his legs, and sat down next to Master Jiang.

There was a trace of fatigue and depression in his voice: "He is dead."

This answer was expected by Mr. Jiang. He sighed and continued: "That kid from Gao Yang understood [Absolute Defense], used himself as bait to lure us into the bait, and then used explosives to catch us off guard..."

In the following period, Master Jiang told Qilin everything he knew, including his reasonable speculations.

The only good thing about the whole thing is that the corpse of the living beast, that is, the mummy, was transferred by Yan Liang early in the morning and did not fall into Gao Yang's hands, but Gao Yang didn't seem to want it from the beginning.

"Now it seems that Qinglong and Liushuang are no longer his opponents." Yan Liang concluded.

"There are four of them." Qilin didn't think so: "In one-on-one, Gao Yang is definitely not Qinglong's opponent."

"I thought so before, and that's why so many people were killed." Yan Liang held the ground with one hand and sat up with difficulty. Although he was reflecting, there was no sense of guilt in his voice:
"Shen Si's growth rate is too fast. You may not be an opponent next time we meet. Don't forget, he has a guardian rune in his hand, and he can be upgraded to level 8."

Qilin concentrated slightly and said in a calm voice: "He is not the only one who is growing up."

Yan Liang looked at Qilin's profile. After a few seconds, he seemed to understand something and nodded: "As long as you have confidence."

"However, your previous speculation is correct. Cangdao's power distribution is becoming more and more centralized. I think this is not just caused by the awakened people dying too quickly, at least, not entirely."

Qilin leaned on crutches, stood up again, stretched out his hand towards Yanliang, and pulled him up from the ground.

Without his left hand and right leg, Yan Liang staggered like an old and weak black crane.

Yan Liang's voice was desolate and calm: "I was severely injured this time, and my end is coming. I have only a few days to live. You must find a way to get the spiritual runes to ensure an absolute chance of winning, otherwise I will not be able to rest assured even if I die."

"Spiritual runes are in the twelve zodiac signs." Qilin said, "This matter is difficult."

"The Gyro Project is the only way out." Yan Liang's voice was hoarse and sincere: "Jupiter, we don't have much time."

Qilin looked straight ahead, with a faint light in his eyes.

...The next day in the afternoon, we left the city.

Daxu District, Xiangyang Road, is like Xia Flower Shop.

In the attic of the flower shop, Tengu was half lying on the sofa. He was wearing a loose black sweater, straight jeans, and white sneakers. He had his eyes closed and headphones on, looking relaxed and relaxed.

A ray of warm winter sunshine came in from the window, bathing his delicate face and fine bangs. The faint golden dust danced on his long eyelashes, and time seemed to slow down at that moment.

"Dong dong dong."

There were footsteps on the wooden stairwell, and the flower shop owner and singer came to the attic with two cups of coffee.

She wore light makeup, a large green sweater, a long black skirt, and a work apron of the same color. Her long brown hair was tied up casually, with a few strokes of slightly curly hair falling lightly on both sides of her face. Fresh and feminine.

"Come on, have some coffee."

Tengu opened his eyes and pulled the earphone cover to his neck: "Oh."

The singer put the coffee on the wooden table in front of the sofa, pulled up a chair and sat down, staring at the Tengu expectantly: "How is it?"

Today, the singer recommended jazz to Tengu for the first time.

"Hmm." Tengu thought for a moment and answered honestly: "I'm a little sleepy."

"Haha." The singer smiled, "Lazyness is one of its characteristics, but I don't recommend you listen to it with headphones."

"The sound quality of my headphones is very good." Tengu said confidently.

"That's not what I'm talking about." The singer held the coffee in both hands and put it on her lap, and said slowly: "Jazz is an art of improvisation. It is very free and is not suitable to be kept in the ears. You have to let it be as much as possible. There are no boundaries, you can go wherever you want. To put it simply, you can become one with the surrounding environment and sounds, which will give you a different feeling."

"Oh." Tengu nodded: "It seems very powerful."

"Actually, I am also a layman." The singer smiled sheepishly, "Guima loves jazz very much. Every time I talk to him about it, he talks a lot."

The tengu blinked and hesitated to speak.

"Just say what you want to say." The singer noticed something.

"Why can you talk about ghosts and horses so easily?" Tengu asked sincerely: "Aren't you sad?"

The singer smiled and shook her head: "No, why should you be sad?"

Tengu lowered his eyes and stared at the coffee in his hand, not knowing how to answer: Anyway, he still won't mention "mom" easily.

The singer smiled and said: "To me, Guima has never really left. He has always been in my memory and in my life. It would be strange if I deliberately didn't talk about him."

The tengu is thoughtful, seeming to understand but not understanding.

"Tengu, you are still young." The singer explained in the gentle tone of a big sister: "The fate, or bond, between people is not determined by our reason and will, but depends on the heart."

"Heart?" Tengu raised his head.

"Yes." The singer gently put her left hand on her chest: "The heart will decide when we should think of a person and when we should forget a person, so just let it take its course."

Tengu was stunned for a while, then showed a slightly green smile. He scratched his face with his index finger and said, "I still prefer pop music. My mother always loved to play pop music when I was young. I blame her for spoiling my music taste."

"Haha." The singer also laughed: "Although I lost a fellow musician, I gained a more honest companion, and I still made money."

"I also learned..." Before the Tengu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned sharp and he stood up with a "swipe" sound.

(End of this chapter)