Since the Danube beasts near the Storm Gate have been basically slaughtered, there is no need to leave so many troops to guard, so the number of guards has been greatly reduced, leaving only one as a guarantee.
It's been like this for many years.
The guard handed over a bag: "There are twenty Shuzhu in it. Sir, please keep an eye on the inventory."
Each gargle bead can control breathing for a quarter of an hour, and twenty beads can save life for two and a half hours. During this period, He Lingchuan must collect new gargle beads to extend his life.
"Got it." He took the bag and put it away, reported it to the guards for review, then put on his mask and walked into the eye of the storm with his teammates.
In order to prevent public vengeance and provocation, participating teams usually wear masks to enter the Eternal Realm. Some nobles will also customize extremely exquisite masks for their own teams, making this competition particularly gorgeous.
Of course, Fushan Yue was too lazy to do this, so the masks of the Chiyan team were just plain and plain, without any distinctive features at all.
Common, but safe.
The closer he got, the more alarming the storm became. When He Lingchuan walked inside, the surroundings were chaotic, with no scenery at all, only gray and white colors.
Then his body felt light and he felt dizzy.
He was sucked into the Eternal Realm.
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Chiyan's team disappeared into the eye of the storm.
After a few breaths, the guard guarding the door reported to the commander: "There is an internal emergency and we need to solve it!"
"Go ahead."
The thatched house in Caohai was a bit far from the waterfront. The guard ran all the way to the back of the low hill, so the army couldn't see where he was going.
Then he turned around halfway, turned six or seven corners, and quietly ran behind a tent.
He also looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and then said to the guard guarding the tent: "The general called me here. My surname is Gui."
Without waiting for the guard to answer, someone in the tent already said: "Come in."
The guard rushed into the tent and saw a man sitting on the low bed, who seemed to have just quit pranayama.
"General, the person you ordered me to pay attention to has just entered the eye of the storm!"
The man stood up immediately: "Are you sure?"
"The name he filled in with us is He Xiao, from the Chiyan Team." The guard gestured, "He is tall and looks upright."
"Okay, let's go back." The man thanked the guard.
"You are serious! I have been training under you for three years, and you have saved my life. It is nothing to mention doing such a small thing!"
After saying that, the guard saluted him and quickly ran back to the team.
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The scene suddenly turned dark, and before He Lingchuan could see the outside world clearly, he felt confused, as if he had fallen headfirst to the ground.
He instinctively stretched out his arms, exerted force on his waist and legs, and rolled forward to stand up.
After such a set of actions, He Lingchuan immediately felt that the two worlds were different:
In the Buddha Realm, the body is particularly heavy. Not only is it difficult to lift arms and legs, but there is also a heavy pulling sensation in the neck, chest and abdomen.
"Are you okay?" He also caught a teammate to prevent him from falling and chewing mud.
It’s May 6th…the penultimate day of the monthly ticket double event.
Thank you everyone, okay.
Chapter completed!