"Lao Liu, you are awesome!" With the victory of the war, Wang Hao finally let go of his tense nerves, as if he had personally fought a big battle.
He was even a little lucky. If the S-class investigator Lu Tianming had not been brought into the Shanhai Realm, there would have been many more variables in this war.
As for the protagonist "Li Qingshan", he died again...
Wang Hao sighed, "This light of righteousness, let's just die."
The new anchor of Qingshi Town should be established, although it is under the banner of "the mother of all wounds"...
Everything is difficult at the beginning. With a stronger anchor, the delivery of materials and personnel will be cheaper.
Moreover, after this battle, Wang Hao finally discovered the correct way to open up wasteland in the mountain and sea world-people and materials are indispensable!
Even more important is human power!
If Li Qingshan was just wandering around by himself, he would die countless times even if he was wearing a divine costume, and he might not be able to make any achievements.
Even if the siege of the city by officers and soldiers is triggered, the evil god cannot be defeated. It will only destroy Qingshi Town or allow the "evil god" to escape. Then the trouble will be big. Does it mean that he, Old Wang, has to fight with this little BOSS for a hundred years?
But with the addition of Pan Hao and the S-class Comrade Lu Tianming, with more people and more strength, Qingshi Town was defeated in one go.
"It's actually not cost-effective to resurrect again and again. I just throw ten people over, which is more reliable than resurrecting one person ten times."
"Xiao Li started to lose consciousness again, that's all for now."
Wang Hao yawned, but deep down he was so excited.
Unfortunately, Li Qingshan lost his mind again, so he had no choice but to give up.
I went to the bathroom to wash up, lay on the bed and opened the pink app. After admiring the leather-covered lady for a while, she transformed into a little black man and attacked Brother Kun before she was exhausted and fell into a drowsy sleep.
"The name of this sore mother is really unpleasant. I will continue to act under this banner in the future."
"I'll lend you your name and don't be ungrateful."
I can't think of a better name.
In the world of mountains and seas, the names of the gods that we have come into contact with so far, such as the Great Mother of Sores and the Hub of Disasters and Evils, sound like eerie and terrifying things. The abilities of these gods are also inexplicable and are related to diseases. They either grow pustules or turn people into
Pus.
If it were named "Ultraman" or something like that...it would be too disgraceful!
Wang Hao didn't want to risk ruining his gaming experience.
"Go to bed, go to sleep."
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He soon fell asleep.
He was groggy and had a lucid dream again. Maybe it was because he was thinking about things day by day and dreaming at night. He actually came to... the world of mountains and seas?
The sun sets in the west and it is dusk in this world.
In the "Bluestone Town" on the edge, Wang Hao found the tragic battlefield that appeared today.
The evil temple located to the east of the village has been burned down, and the piles of white bones and yellow pus exude a pungent smell, indicating the brutal war during the day.
The living people, under the command of Mr. Huang, were cleaning the battlefield with concern and collecting the bones of their relatives.
People brought bucket after bucket of water from the nearby river to wash away the stains on the ground.
As for the bones, they can only be transported out and simply buried.
The sadness continues to spread, and the population of the town itself is not large. After this battle, a large number of young and middle-aged people were killed and injured, leaving only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people alive. Many women became widows in one day, and they still had children to raise. In this
Under such pressure, I couldn't help crying.
Mr. Huang, a local squire, spoke to comfort everyone in the middle of the street.
This old guy finally calmed down from his fearful breath.
Of course, he has to pay a lot of blood, at least to maintain the order on the surface, to allocate fertile farmland to those who deserve it, and to exempt rent to those who deserve it.
As long as there is a little hope for human beings, they will always find ways to survive. But if there is no hope at all, trouble will occur.
When several officials of the imperial court saw that the evil god was killed, they happily carried the monster's body onto a cart. For them, this body was a source of promotion and wealth.
"Thousands of people have thousands of faces, but they are just like this." Wang Hao sighed in his heart.
By the way, the officers and soldiers broke up the siege of the Yellow Turban Warriors. The so-called "plague" was caused by the "Center of Disasters". Now that the culprit has been killed, there is no need to continue to surround them.
Wang Hao even saw...that someone was still recruiting Comrade Lu Tianming?
"What do you mean, recruit my people?"
The strength of an S-class investigator can be considered a master level even in the world of mountains and seas.
What's more, as a selected elite among the 8 billion people on earth, Lu Tianming still has a lot of potential to be tapped in the world of mountains and seas.
But the sound of their conversation was so low that Lao Wang couldn't hear what was being said at all.
"This dream is quite real... Well, in fact, it doesn't matter that Lao Lu was recruited. He can't betray the camp."
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Anyway, there is nothing to do when he is idle. Wang Hao floats here and there in his lucid dream, like a cloud in the sky.
Although he could turn into a giant of light at this moment, he had no such interest, so he just watched quietly.
"Can I go to distant mountains?"
like……
no.
Dreaming can only dream about known areas and unknown areas. The brain lacks rendering materials and cannot go there.
It's like having an erotic dream in adolescence, and you often wake up before you can make the last step.
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Not long after, Pan Hao led several strong men and brought over the stone statues from Ganlu Temple.
Now that the temple in Qingshi Town has been burned down, a temporary wooden shed can only be built to temporarily worship it.
Gods are really important in the world of mountains and seas.
Qingshi Town cannot live without God for a day.
"Hmm... something like that."
Suddenly, Wang Hao heard bursts of harsh suona sounds and noisy musical instruments coming from the distance.
The suona sound was very weird, like the sharp sound of metal scraping against a blackboard, which made people upset.
"Who is so annoying!" Lao Wang shouted.
The sound stopped immediately.
Taking a closer look, I saw a blue-gray figure in the distance, about the size of a car, sneaking behind Pan Hao and others.
I could still vaguely hear ghosts crying and howling: "Mine, that's mine... wuwu... mine..."
"Mine! That's mine, you...can't take it away."
The other party cried terribly, as if some tragic injustice had happened.
But there were only these two sentences over and over again, and it was obvious that Yazi was not very smart.
Lao Wang found it interesting and drifted over to look at the mist surrounding the lake.
An interesting guy comes and finally gets a chance to become a giant of light.
"Who are you and why are you screaming here?"
The cyan figure shivered with fear and shouted unwillingly: "Mine... then this is mine!"
"Who are you? Tell me clearly."
The cyan figure knelt directly on the ground, with his feet in the air, expressing his surrender, "That... is mine. My thing! Please, please..."
He stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, but the other person's belly was exposed, so Lao Wang didn't have the nerve to transform directly.
After communicating for a long time, I finally understood what this guy was calling.
To be continued...