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Chapter 67 [67] Six-Pulse Divine Sword and Bird King

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Cheng Han woke up from a deep sleep.

Combining his insights from today's practice of the Furnace Holding Stance, he deduced the Remnant Imprint of True Flame once more.

His mental value plummeted.

The light filament structure was successfully supplemented a bit.

Cheng Han touched the remnant imprint with his mind, and immediately received feedback: "Remnant Imprint of True Flame, completeness 6.68%".

He carefully comprehended the mysteries of the remnant imprint, turned his gaze to the black cat, and asked with a smile, "Officer, would you like to eat a little snack?"

The black cat raised its head, its eyes showing confusion: "Meow?"

Cheng Han grabbed a chestnut and gently tossed it out.

At the same time, he quietly communicated with the Remnant Imprint of True Flame, raised the index finger of his right hand, pointed it in the air, and shouted pretentiously, "Shangyang Sword!"

In the next instant.

A blazing ray burst out from his fingertip, accurately hitting the chestnut.

The bright light of that moment made the black cat close its eyes involuntarily.

"Snap!"

A roasted chestnut landed in front of the officer.

The black cat was stunned.

Cheng Han asked with a smile, "Isn't this move cool?"

The black cat sniffed the chestnut and flicked its tail.

Master is so awesome!

The black cat opened its mouth to bite the chestnut and quickly chewed it.

Cheng Han asked with a smile, "How does it taste?"

The black cat wagged its tail.

It felt that this chestnut had a special flavor.

Recently, after several deductions, the completeness of the Remnant Imprint of True Flame has increased by nearly 1.5%, and a new attack method has emerged.

Cheng Han called it—Six-Pulse Divine Sword.

Of course.

This is just a nickname.

The real name is—Crimson Flame Ray.

The skill's damage range is far less than the Small Fireball Technique, but the point-to-point attack intensity is much higher, and the range is more than three times that of the latter.

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Late at night.

Fluttering snowflakes fell again.

Cheng Han started playing with birds.

No.

It should be said, practicing various techniques for controlling flocks of birds.

By the way, he was also peeping… wrong, monitoring the situation within the city, doing his part to protect the safety of the general public.

As of today.

The completeness of the Spirit Manipulation Remnant Imprint has reached 58.82%, supplemented by the ability of "portable WIFI", the control ability has been greatly improved.

The flock of birds being played by Cheng Han is no longer just the night owl group.

It also includes more than a dozen different kinds of birds, diurnal birds and nocturnal birds, with a total number of more than three hundred, scattered in different locations in the city.

Out of consideration for hiding his abilities, he was extremely careful when controlling these birds, and no one noticed anything unusual.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current Cheng Han is the "Bird King of Qinglin City".

Five minutes later.

Cheng Han showed a strange expression: "This pair of mandarin ducks are actually doing this kind of thing in the middle of the night, and the weather is so cold, they don't even close the curtains, it's really perverted."

He paused and muttered, "But their figures are quite impressive."

The scene peeped at by a "white-faced swan" was too explosive, and coupled with the fact that it involved personal privacy, he did not continue to watch.

Cheng Han hesitated for a moment, touched the Spirit Manipulation Remnant Imprint with his mind, and issued an order.

A dozen seconds later.

He performed a deduction.

An illusion slowly emerged:

"Gah!"

An extremely harsh cry suddenly broke the silence.

And in the quiet of the night, it was really like the howl of a terrifying demon.

In a loft more than ten meters away, a pair of wild mandarin ducks screamed in shock, hurriedly closed the window, and drew the curtains.

After a while.

Low voices came out.

"It should be a bird call, right?"

"It scared me so much that my heart is still pounding, I don't believe you touch it and see."

"Nana, I don't think I can do it."

"Why are you so useless?"

Shortly.

The illusion dissipated.

Cheng Han couldn't help but laugh: "I just kindly reminded you to close the windows, so as not to catch a cold, I really didn't mean anything else."

This world doesn't have mobile phones, let alone computers, and there is a serious lack of entertainment activities. To some extent, this is one of his few forms of entertainment.

Soon.

He shifted his attention and played with other birds.

Half an hour later.

In the sea of ​​spirit, the Spirit Manipulation Remnant Imprint suddenly throbbed.

Cheng Han sensed it for a moment, and his face changed: "Strange, why did the white-faced swan 'go offline'?"

The so-called "going offline" is naturally not the loss of network signal from the previous life, but the interruption of the mysterious connection between the remnant imprint and the bird.

And the occurrence of this kind of thing means one situation—the bird is dead.

Cheng Han pondered for a few seconds and muttered to himself, "Could it be that the white-faced swan's cry alarmed some existence hidden near the loft, and brought about a fatal disaster?"

Logically speaking, this is the most likely answer.

Thinking deeper, what is so sensitive to bird calls that it can't help but start killing when it hears them?

Cheng Han's expression suddenly became serious: "Could it be the God Descendant Group?"

Very likely!

The God Descendant Group has repeatedly suffered great losses in front of the night owl group, and I don't know how many people have died. Only these heretical god believers are so abnormally sensitive to bird calls.

Besides them, no one else would be willing to go out at night to hunt birds.

Cheng Han decisively connected to the remnant imprint, locked on to the undissipated connection of the white-faced swan, and silently recited: "Deduce what killed this bird."

Mental value decreased by 0.5 points.

There was no feedback.

The deduction failed.

But.

Failure itself is an important piece of information.

Cheng Han took a breath: "In the ghost eye incident a few days ago, the soul's origin went to an unknown place, and it could not be deduced. There must be a very high-level extraordinary item there.

"And the murderer who killed the white-faced swan just now could not be deduced either. Could it be that this guy is carrying that extraordinary item?"

It seems very likely!

Cheng Han recalled the image of the loft and performed another deduction: "What is the purpose of the land where the loft is located?"

The top of his head was slightly cool.

A stream of information emerged.

The result came out—a freight company named "Tong Shen".

Cheng Han became more certain: "Freight companies are places where personnel and materials come and go frequently, and they have also built many cargo warehouses. It's too easy to hide one or a few people."

He stood up and walked a few steps excitedly: "I really didn't expect that tonight's accidental mischievous behavior would actually stumble upon something extraordinary.

"So, what should I do next? Should I immediately notify the authorities, or should I first try to figure out what the extraordinary item is?"

Cheng Han fell into deep thought.

After a long time.

He made a decision in his heart: "For me, every extraordinary item is a wealth, and I can use the Omniscient Eye to analyze a lot of knowledge.

"This thing probably has a great background. Maybe I can try to get it, and the God Descendant Group has suffered a major failure and will not act rashly for the time being. I have enough time."

He chuckled: "If I fail, I will directly summon the official working class."

Anyway, there is official support.

No fear!

Cheng Han yawned: "The other party is already alert, it is not suitable to act tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow."

He first added some firewood to the fireplace, then placed the bedding on the sofa, took off his clothes and got in, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The black cat quietly walked over, rubbed its head against the bedding, and lay down next to the sofa.

The flames continued to jump in the fireplace, gently watching the man and the cat.

"Snap!"

A piece of firewood made a soft sound.

The black cat glanced at it and wagged its tail.

Annoying!

Don't disturb master's sleep!