Devil Seeds

  Chapter 43 Invitation (Add more rewards for Datou Tianmoyi!)

  Under the violent invasion of the Mozong disciples, one house after another in the small town was kicked open.

   Same in all houses.

  Warm lighting, turned on TV, steaming food, moving tables and chairs... everything seemed as if nothing had happened. There is no nuclear explosion, no divine punishment, no doomsday, let alone those damned monsters, and the dark clouds that will never dissipate.

   However, the weird thing is that there is no one.

   Not even a ghost to be found.

   "Report to the elders that Wang Yuan, Zhao Kai, and Bai Wushuang, who were in charge of investigating the third hut from the right in the northwest corner, are missing." A disciple came to report suddenly.

Murong Yunting shook the braids on his head, put his hands on his hips, tightened the floral skirt, and said old-fashionedly: "Immediately let the disciples go up to see, and at the same time call out the secret signal to pay attention to the movement. The disciples are on alert, ten people form a group, each The first time you enter the house, there should be more than three people standing guard outside the door, and the disciples who enter the house should be separated from each other, and the message should not be interrupted."

  Many disciples immediately took orders and acted according to the orders.

   But similar news continues to come.

  The town was almost full of flowers, and a large number of disciples who were in charge of entering the house to investigate disappeared suddenly.

  According to the reported student statement.

   Those disciples who disappeared were still talking to them one moment ago, and suddenly disappeared without a trace the next moment.

  The heavy rain continued in the town.

  The electric arc spreading above the black sky occasionally sprinkled pale electric light, illuminating this small town in the shadows like a hideous devil's den.

  Although...these people in this small town are being searched at the moment, they are the real devils.

   "Blow the whistle, call everyone together, and don't disperse the action." Murong Yun listened to the order.

   Almost within ten minutes, all the disciples scattered throughout the town turned back and gathered in the square of the town against the corrosive acid rain.

  When they came in, there must have been a team of close to 500 people.

   At this time, it has been reduced by more than half.

   Over three hundred people are missing.

  Murong Yunting cast doubtful eyes on Song Qingwen.

  Hope he can give an explanation.

  But Song Qingwen didn't care about the disappearance of his disciples.

   What he cares about is put elsewhere.

   "If there is some power to take away the missing disciples. Then why didn't it come to me?"

   "Is it true, what implicit conditions do I still need to meet?" Song Qingwen broke into a room, and then turned around in the room, turning a deaf ear to the greetings of the other elders.

  Looking at the chair that was slowly moving away, Song Qingwen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then sat down.

  When he sat down, he immediately felt black and white reversed, day and night spinning.

   It was as if in an instant, he had been taken to another time and space.

  The invisible people appeared in front of his eyes carefully and truly.

  At this time, the morning news was broadcast on the TV.

  The hostess with a hot figure is introducing in detail the large-scale parade that took place in Apple City.

A little girl with freckles on the bridge of her nose, wearing diapers and a yellow shirt, sitting on a baby chair, looking curiously at Song Qingwen who suddenly appeared, while continuing to eat her little cake, with cream on her cheeks .

   There was also the sound of ping-pong-pong in the kitchen. It seemed that the owner of the house was cooking food.

   It just sounds like the other party is not good at it, always making exclamation words like 'damn' and 'bad'.

  Song Qingwen raised his eyes and looked out of the window again.

  The sunlight came in naturally and warmly, and sprinkled on the balcony where some small flowers were planted but not well-maintained.

  In the square directly opposite the window, a sweet old couple is sitting warmly on a bench, and occasionally there will be one or two intimate exchanges of lips and teeth.

   "I... crossed time?"

   "I... came before the nuclear explosion?" Song Qingwen suddenly... There was no reason, but he came to such a conclusion very clearly.

  Since that strong man who exists in the dark can manipulate the time difference between the two worlds.

   Then of course, it seems reasonable to send him before the nuclear explosion and reverse time and space...?

   "But why did you send me before the nuclear explosion? And why in this small town?" Song Qingwen became even more puzzled.

  Of course, if he came before the nuclear explosion, then he would be happier.

  Because in this era, there is a complete information exchange network.

   This point was learned by Song Qingwen overnight in Red-haired Tom's underground shelter.

   Through this network, he can quickly obtain the knowledge he wants.

   Know the formula for making a nuclear bomb, and even some of the required conditions.

  He began to search the house, first he had to find the thing called 'computer'.

   Then try to use the 'computer', connect to the network, and get information.

   Soon, Song Qingwen locked a laptop on the dining table.

  The screen of the computer is still on, it seems that the owner of the house has done half of the work and left temporarily.

  Song Qingwen tried to operate the computer.

  But I found that I couldn't touch the computer at all, and there seemed to be an inexplicable 'medium' between me and the laptop.

  His hand passed through the computer... from the desktop.

  He is like a wandering spirit that appeared in this world.

   "You haven't been invited yet, so you can't do this kind of operation." Before Song Qingwen's eyes, such a line of characters appeared.

"invite?"

   "What invitation?" Song Qingwen began to think.

   Then he tried to smile at the little girl in the baby chair, expressing his kindness.

  However, this was too difficult for Song Qingwen.

  Having been a devil cultivator, devil head, and devil king for too long, he has long forgotten what kindness is.

  He has always judged others with the greatest malice, and also used the most vicious image to dress himself up.

   The little girl who was just looking at Song Qingwen curiously was startled by his sudden 'kindness'.

  The little cake in my hand fell to the ground with a 'pop'.

  The little girl looked at her empty palm, then at the cake on the ground, her eyes quickly turned red, and then tears welled up.

   Woo... ah...!

   Like a harsh whistle, the little girl howled at the top of her throat.

  The so-called girl's cry, if pear blossoms bring rain. It must be a restrained emotional release, a purposeful symbolic performance.

  A girl who is really sad, when she cries, her sharp voice is simply desperate.

  Song Qingwen assured that if it was in a normal state, he would have broken the neck of this little thing by now.

  A man who looked rough and unkempt walked out quickly, holding a wooden spoon dipped in butter in his hand, and the tomato sauce on his arm, and he didn't have time to clean it up in time.

  When he saw Song Qingwen, he was obviously taken aback.

   Then he came forward and pinched Song Qingwen's plump little face with oily fingers.

   "Owen! You little bastard, are you here to seduce our little baby again?"

   "Swear to God, if you make her cry again, I'll put your head in Bank's ass."

  Song Qingwen looked confused at this moment.

  Only one thing on my mind....

   "I... unexpectedly... got pinched in the face?"

  (end of this chapter)