Fortress No. 7, where ascetics are assigned garrison points.
Zhang Yan squeezed through the crowded and enthusiastic crowd and entered the courtyard anxiously.
Since Lin An's return, Lin An's achievements have been circulating throughout Fortress No. 7.
Due to deliberate spreading, most ordinary people regard Lin An as the next guard of Fortress No. 7.
Even after Xiong Hanzi deliberately revealed that Lin An was actually a new ascetic, that is, after gaining strength through a "shortcut", a large number of new ascetics changed their previous attitude and blocked the door of the courtyard day and night, praying.
Lin An can give them some guidance.
Especially after the war, many new ascetics were severely overstretched.
Time is running out.
In their crazy thinking mode, even if Lin An asked them to eat shit in exchange for strength, they would immediately seize the pits of the entire fortress.
Any fragments of news about Lin An are regarded as "truth."
"Lord Lin An, please tell us how we can strengthen our faith!!"
Begging.
The figure of the new ascetic who is kneeling on the ground, regardless of his dignity and so-called faith, is slightly transparent.
They longed for Lin An to tell them how to become stronger.
As they gain strength through self-mutilation, many people are stuck in the initial stage and unable to move forward.
No matter what methods they use, no matter how cruel they are to themselves, they can't go any further.
The pleasure brought by that "firm" belief is also getting weaker and weaker.
Like drug resistance, pain only brings pain.
Listening to the pitiful pleas from outside the hospital, Zhang Yan felt a little creepy for a moment.
The new ascetics are really crazy.
He noticed that many ascetics, in order for Lin An to come forward to speak, did not hesitate to "dissect" themselves on the spot, just to prove their determination.
"Have you collected everything?"
In the courtyard, Xiong Hanzi asked Zhang Yan in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious, and subconsciously glanced at Lin An, who was studying the mystery again.
"It has been collected...Master Zhang Tie..."
Zhang Yan replied in a low voice with a respectful expression, with some uneasiness in his eyes.
As early as a week ago, Zhang Tie in front of him asked him to collect the bodies of soldiers who died in battle, or...
The remaining brain tissue of dead ascetics.
Such weird and strange behavior made him think a lot.
Lord Lin An...what do you want to do?
Xiong Hanzi, who was standing there, saw what he was thinking, so he grinned nonchalantly.
The smile was ugly, and in Zhang Yan's eyes, it looked like a villain's weird smile.
"Hey, kid."
"Don't fucking think so much, just take care of your business!"
"The things are used to study the cultivation methods of ascetics. They are only good for you and have no harm!"
Blinked his eyes.
Xiong Hanzi tried his best to look like a good person and look like you don't have to worry.
But the more he listened to Zhang Tie talking like this, the more Zhang Yan felt like he was involved in a shocking conspiracy.
He raised his head carefully and forced a smile.
Thanks to Lin An's "backer", his status in the military has increased.
If Lin An is said to be the next guard among everyone in Fortress No. 7.
With Lin An's support, he will be the next top general of the fortress!
It’s a lie to have no ambition and excitement.
Therefore, he naturally did his best for what Lin An ordered.
In just a few days, he spent most of his time collecting corpses and secretly transporting them into this small courtyard.
"People are coming?"
In the courtyard, a cold and tired voice sounded.
Lin An pushed open the long-sealed door and casually looked at Zhang Yan, who was talking to Xiong Hanzi.
Thinking of something, he rubbed his eyebrows and squinted at the light screen above his head.
After a moment of pause, he waved at Zhang Yan's hurried contempt:
"Come here, just in time. I have something I want you to try."
A mysterious smile.
As he spoke, he threw a powder in a test tube that Zhang Yan had never seen before.
Zhang Yan was stunned when he saw this, and subconsciously used the test tube.
Looking at the transparent "glazed" products, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.
Feeling anxious, he raised his head cautiously and asked:
"Sir...this is...?"
Lin An smiled easily and noticed Xiong Hanzi standing beside him, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.
Didn't care.
"As long as you eat it, this thing will help you become an ascetic."
"Maybe it's a very strong one..."
straightforward.
Zhang Yan's eyes widened suddenly at those light words, and he almost lost his grip on the potion in his hand.
What!?
Why do adults say these things suddenly?
Can this thing help me become an ascetic!?
a bolt from the blue.
Zhang Yan stared at the potion in disbelief, and the horror in his heart surged like a wild wolf.
He never expected that Lin An called him here to help him become an ascetic?
Doubtful.
It's not that he doesn't believe Lin An.
But this kind of thing is too unbelievable.
It was precisely because Lin An acted too powerful, too powerful to be like an ascetic.
That's why he was willing to believe half of it.
The voice is dry.
Zhang Yan was excited and looked at Lin An stammering:
"Big...man."
"I've tried...becoming an ascetic before."
"But I can't feel the mysterious feeling of being one with faith from the ascetic's mouth..."
"I...I can't..."
Stumbling.
To be continued...