Devil Seeds

Obviously, Song Qingwen simply thought too much.

The reason why everyone entered a 'dungeon' alone last time was that those disciples of the Demon Sect were masters who made trouble out of nothing.

If they were put together, Ke Xiaoliang wouldn't do anything, just focus on preventing them from causing damage.

Where else can it render the atmosphere and convey the setting of the background?

Red-haired Tom was afraid that he would be killed by a group of little devil cubs just after he appeared on the stage.

After all, Ke Xiaoliang, the creator of the world, no matter how he cheats, he must follow some basic logic.

If the logic is confused, it will be easier for a Mozong boss like Song Qingwen to see the flaws.

This is also a helpless choice.

The number of people began to increase, and Ke Xiaoliang's available capital was less, and uncontrollable factors became larger. Only in this way can Ke Xiaoliang ensure efficiency.

But this time, everyone was concentrated in the delivery.

It is to combine all the magical values ​​to create a larger and more complete map.

After all, as a disciple of the Demon Sect, Ke Xiaoliang could still feel some movements in the Demon Sect, no matter how secretive they were.

What's more, the matter has reached such a 'sensational' level, Ke Xiaoliang can't believe that the top management of the Demon Sect has no reaction.

In other words, for this trip to the 'different world', there must be high-ranking members of the Demon Sect in charge of the overall situation and restraining those disciples of the Demon Sect.

Therefore, it is the general trend to put all the "leeks" in one basket first.

A group of more than 400 disciples of the Demon Sect were running neatly in the pouring rain, wearing broken boards or waterproof rags.

Under the night, amidst lightning and thunder, more than four hundred 'children' broke into the small town in the night with strange expressions.

In the small town, some ferocious monsters climbed on the eaves, looking at the large group of strange intruders with blood-red eyes.

They made a piercing hiss.

Then groups of monsters jumped out from all the dark corners and rushed towards the prepared crowd.

Among these Demon Sect disciples, although there are also some waste stuffed in by relying on relationships, most of them are really elites.

Even though they were unarmed and unarmed, they teamed up with each other to kill the monsters that were rushing towards them with flexible movements and skilled fighting techniques.

A brief conflict outside the small town ended with the failure of those ferocious monsters.

Ke Xiaoliang always took away the seriously injured little monsters before they died completely. In everyone's eyes, the state presented was that the monsters defeated and killed by them melted into darkness in the dark night. It became a wisp of black smoke, penetrated into the ground, and disappeared into the vast night and rain, as if returning to this world.

"It's really different here..."

"I remember that the last time I killed such a monster, it was possible to leave a corpse. But this time, there was no corpse left."

"This shows that in this small town, there must be something that absorbs the energy of their flesh and blood that collapsed after death." Song Qingwen has fully entered the role, and began to spontaneously make up for Ke Xiaoliang's setting, completing the entire logic.

Murong Yun heard that the elder was just here for the first time and was unfamiliar with everything, so he also believed Song Qingwen's explanation.

The small conflict caused the Mozong team to lose seven members.

These seven people are all related households stuffed in.

Such a loss, the Mozong team will not feel bad, and neither will Ke Xiaoliang.

During the conflict, he had harvested thousands of magical points invisible.

And the seven people who were kicked out were just trash with low cultivation and weak willpower, and they couldn't provide much magic value if they stayed.

Compared with the city Song Qingwen visited, the buildings in the town are well preserved.

It seems to be because the town is so remote that it has not been directly hit by a nuclear bomb.

The architectural style of the town is unique, almost every building has a huge cross hanging from the roof.

Some thorn-like patterns and white dove reliefs are also the main decoration of this town.

On the square in the center of the town, there is a fountain that has long since dried up.

The main body of the fountain is a little boy standing and peeing.

It looks chubby, but it should be cute.

But now, under the night and rain, against the backdrop of dilapidated buildings, it looks extraordinarily eerie.

Big gray raindrops fell from its face, and the smile that was originally full of childishness was particularly gloomy at this moment.

In the occasional flashes of lightning, it always gives people the feeling that it is staring at itself coldly.

Boom!

There was a thunderous explosion.

At this time, there seemed to be intermittent music sounding in everyone's ears.

Ke Xiaoliang specially extracted the voice "Angel's Room" from his memory, and after being blessed by the town's atmosphere, it fell into everyone's ears intermittently.

"Playing tricks, playing tricks!" Murong Yun said with a sneer.

Compared with playing with terror, bluffing and intimidating... As a monk of the Demon Sect, I have more say in this aspect.

Suddenly, a light came on in a house.

Immediately afterwards... surrounding the square hot springs in the town, a large number of houses that were already in ruins were lit up.

Some laughter came from the house.

Then there are singing, talking, and some daily scolding and berating.

It seems that in just a moment, the whole town is full of vitality, returning from hell to the world.

Under the leadership of Song Qingwen, a small group of Mozong monks selected a room and broke in.

In the house, warm wall lamps were lit.

A charcoal fire was still burning in the fireplace in the living room.

On a wooden chair, a newspaper was suspended in the air, as if someone was holding it and carefully flipping through it.

Suddenly, on the empty dining table, some seemingly hearty food appeared.

Then the chair beside the table was pulled away, amidst laughter and laughter, the food disappeared from the table bit by bit, as if it was being eaten bit by bit by an invisible person.

"Ghost?" A Mozong disciple whispered.

Murong Yun said to the disciple who spoke up: "You go! Unseal the seal and use the technique of ghost appearance."

This is a method summed up within Mozong thanks to Song Qingwen's previous attempts.

At the cost of 'sacrificing' one or more disciples, break the seal and cast spells to solve the dilemma or deadlock.

Hearing this, the disciple immediately stepped out, instantly tore the seal with his own magic power, and then released the spell he had prepared before being expelled.

A black light flashed across the house.

All the shadows are instead 'illuminated' in this dark light.

Nothing at all.

Nothing happened.

There is no ghosting, nor any filth, forced to reveal its traces.

The strange state in the room continued.

The disciples of the Demon Sect saw everything that happened, but the 'masters' in the house didn't seem to see these strange intruders at all.

They went on with their lives, as if everything was the same as before.

Cozy, cozy and peaceful.