Returning From Level 900

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175 The Ghost

"Let's not talk about wine first." Wang Wen regained his senses and asked the old man, "You said before that there was a memory that you didn't know was a dream or a real memory. Is there a person named Li He in that memory?"

Gu Jianbing looked at him strangely: "Li He? Is that the one from the academy? No, I don't remember such a person."

Wang Wen frowned and fell into thought.

I have never heard of a character named Li He in my last life.

Then why did he have such a huge improvement in such a short period of time after reincarnation?

If there are such masters, they will not be unknown.

The only possibility is. .

Beads of sweat oozed out of Wang Wen's forehead.

I just felt chills all over my body, my scalp was numb, and the world in front of me seemed to be twisted and weird.

Although there is already a guess in my heart, the more I realize that the guess is likely to be true, the more fearful, conflicted and repulsive my heart becomes.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Jianbing's voice pulled him back to reality: "Is it okay to sweat so much?"

Wang Wen wiped his forehead.

He forced a smile to indicate that it was fine, but he took the old man's wine bottle and took a swig, then ran away without looking back.

The old man looked at the wine that had been dried down in one gulp with distress, but did not stop it.

He saw with his own eyes that Wang Wen seemed to be thinking of something terrible, from calm to sweating profusely.

If the other party doesn't tell me, I can't help myself, so just drink this little wine.

Gu Jianbing picked up the wine bottle and poured a little into the glass.

Think about it.

Simply fill it up and sip down half a glass.

Then he smacked his lips and leaned over to write and draw on the table.

If someone got close, they could see that above the drawings of many agencies, the old man was filling out a large form.

The table clearly indicates "the total budget of the hospital's large array of organs"

And the line he is writing at the moment is "To purchase 10 bottles of snow knife puree that Wang Wen needs, the total cost: 3 million."

Everybody knows.

Wang Wen wouldn't really care about the wine money with the old man.

The old man wouldn't really be greedy for Mo Wangwen's money to buy wine for himself.

If so, why do it?

Maybe this is the bad taste that the two of them still enjoy after playing for two lifetimes.

After leaving the dormitory, Wang Wen stood by the corridor window.

The smell of alcohol was blown by the wind, and the whole person was sober a lot.

He leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

If it is said that entering the tower in the previous life was because of the last wish of my parents, I wanted to rush to a thousand floors.

In this life, when he was just reincarnated in reincarnation, he was disheartened and exhausted, so he didn't want to enter the tower again.

Later, even if he took the initiative to enter the tower, he found that the good fortune made people in this broken world unable to live a mediocre life before reluctantly stepped forward and walked into the entrance.

How positive or eager to climb the tower is really in the bottom of my heart, it's impossible to talk about.

But now.

At this moment.

Wang Wen's heart really ignited the desire to climb the tower.

That thousand layers can remove all his guesses and doubts, and return the truth to the world.

Must rush to a thousand floors!

Wang Wen, who stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, looked at the sky in the distance, bursting out with unprecedented fighting spirit.

. . .

College playground.

Everyone in the resource team left in twos and threes with their printing paper.

There is still half a day before the reset of the World Tower. Everyone should eat and eat and rest.

People who want to have fun can also play.

Even if it is just a resource team, there are many dangers in the world tower.

Everyone is dancing on the tip of the knife with their heads up, and it is not guaranteed that they will come back safe and sound every week.

Therefore, some tower climbers who pursue instant pleasure need to spend all their money in a short period of time.

Avoid being too late.

The props of the world tower are obtained, and the common props generally have fixed acquisition points.

There are basically traces of rare items.

Only the unique treasure has no rules. It depends entirely on luck and "sense of smell". Adaptability, execution, and even imagination in the field may become the help for obtaining the treasure.

Of course, the target given by Wang Wen could not be the only type of treasure.

He himself can't say that he can find that kind of treasure 100%.

It is also impossible to find ordinary items that can be bought with basic money.

Therefore, the rare items in the middle range are the best choice.

The reason why rare items are rare, in addition to the definition given by the world tower, happens to be because someone has obtained them, but only in small quantities and difficult to obtain, which leads to a shortage of supply.

Since someone has obtained it, there must be intelligence statistics.

In his previous life, Wang Wen had seen the most statistical information on various types of rare items, from the Intelligence Department of the First Consortium, as well as those he found or purchased himself, and other consortiums who deliberately gave it to people.

Most of the practical props are familiar and unforgettable.

This allows the steps to be written very clearly now when needed.

His brain is a great treasure house that integrates countless intelligence experiences!

The resource team was his tool for digging out the first pot of gold from this big treasure house.

The first collaboration is now over.

Wang Wen, Chen Hansheng, and the resource team were all very satisfied.

Such cooperation results are good.

Only cooperation that all parties are satisfied with can continue in a long-term and stable manner.

The resource teams with new goals are all looking forward to the coming of the new week.

The information in their hands is top secret, and the captain of each team is in charge of it. If there is any leakage, Chen Hansheng will use the power of the group to investigate the root cause and hold the individual responsible.

Therefore, most people use props to record the content and then register the aircraft to ensure that everything is safe.

Originally, the group of people who were reluctant to buy props records on their last trip and used their brains to memorize them by rote are now honestly using props.

Good memory is not as good as bad writing. After tasting the sweetness, they are really reluctant to leave the resource team.

If the search target fails due to misremembering the steps and is expelled by suspected greedy ink, it will not be worth the loss.

Actually.

The major consortiums themselves also have resource teams.

However, for those resource teams, not only did they have to pay a high fee for the use of intelligence each time, but the collected materials also had to be divided with the group according to a certain percentage.

The only benefit may be a fairly stable income compared to freelance tower climbers.

Today, Mr. Wang in the academy, the establishment of a resource team is not capital exploitation?

Is it really a cooperative nature of hello, me, and everyone?

This is simply breaking the monopoly of power and challenging the status of the consortium!

The members of the five hundred resource team were very excited and felt as if they were participating in a great change that had never been seen before.

They made up their minds.

As long as the academy doesn't fall, they will do the work of the resource team until the end of the day!

Make money.

Don't be fooled!

Some members of the resource team in Huatianjiudi, eating food, drinking fine wine, hugging beautiful women and watching the cartoon of Beautiful Life, were in a mess.

Only a small number of teams who had been "played" by Wang Wen's spiritual creation were still diligently reviewing the actual combat experience they had just learned.

Try to enter the tower again to perform better than last time.

A new week is coming soon.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the public resources team entered the tower.

Wang Wen said that when everyone returned safely, they would have a celebration drink in the academy.

This is his third week in the tower.

In another 14 days, he will be able to return to the World Tower with a brand new look!

This time, his heart was filled with an extremely powerful fighting spirit.

The low-tower-level props have already been collected by the resource team, and he only needs to concentrate on rushing the tower.

It's a wonderful feeling.

It seems to have returned to the peak moment in the first consortium in the previous life.

A large group of people surrounded, working together but only contributing to his personal progress in the tower.

It is not that the top tower climbers are not eligible for this kind of treatment at all.

But now that he is only three hundred layers, he has already begun to enjoy this kind of fairy treatment.

Wang Wen smiled with satisfaction, turned from the academy gate and returned to the dormitory building.

Finally reached the ideal mode in my heart.

All the time and effort spent up front was not in vain.

He is very content.

Under the agitated mood, he didn't notice that he was walking unhurriedly.

In the dark night behind.

A wobbly shadow walked into the academy.

Like an inflexible puppet ready to fall.

Every time he was about to fall, it was like an invisible rope pulling the shadow back to stand.

When the shadow "sees" Wang Wen walking ahead.

A sudden sprint of acceleration.

He opened his arms and hugged Wang Wen.

Wang Wen heard the movement at the moment when the shadow was approaching. He was about to defend or attack, but found himself being hugged.

He frowned, thinking it was someone's prank.

He asked, "Is it Xiao Yi or Xiao Ren? It can't be you, right? Zhu Xingguo?"

The voice did not fall.

He suddenly felt his arms lose consciousness.

It seemed like a huge ice block was hugging him from behind.

The blood of the body was instantly solidified by the strong cold air.

Wang Wen's heart was shocked, and the secret channel was bad.

It's neither Cheng Queyi nor Ren Ruanruan.

Is it his enemy?

Eyes moved.

A huge fist stretched out in midair, knocking the shadow and Wang Wen to the ground with one punch.

The two of them rolled out a long way.

The shadow clings to Wang Wen tightly and does not let go.

Meeting such a stalking enemy, Wang Wen, was a big headache.

The psychic toxins are made into scalpels and generally cut quickly in the body of the enemy behind them, stirring them back and forth.

As a result, the arms that hugged him not only did not loosen at all, but became tighter and tighter.

what the hell? ?

Not afraid of death or pain? ?

Is it an agency?

This thought flashed through his mind, and Wang Wen immediately controlled the scalpel to cut off the arm that slapped him as close to his back as possible.

Those arms were stiff.

It is very easy to slash fragile nerves with psychic toxins.

It's a bit difficult to chop hard objects.

What's more, the arms don't feel very normal.

It feels like a hard ice cube.

The mental force scalpel cut for a long time and seemed to only cut out some debris.

Wang Wen became impatient.

He didn't even break through the shackles with a few tricks. Instead, he was so cold that it became difficult to breathe, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Now that he has achieved great success, he has been turned over by a scoundrel?

Tolerable or unbearable!

He turned his head fiercely and looked back, preparing to use the authentic spiritual shock to blast away the damned "spirit in the back".

It doesn't matter if you don't look.

one look.

With the help of the dimly lit street lamps and moonlight in the academy, he could clearly see what the **** was behind him.

What a **** of a thing!

That face with a big hole in its eye socket is the tall man who was killed by him in the last trip to the tower!

The true master of the forbidden tower this month!

The psychological quality of Wang Wen, who has climbed the tower for two lifetimes, is really strong.

Even when he saw the corpse he killed with his own hands hugging him so close, he didn't urinate.

Eyes closed and opened.

"boom!"

The ghost's head was blown off.

The body still hugged Wang Wen tightly, and there seemed to be a romantic atmosphere floating in the air.

Wang Wen frowned.

Heart moved really angry.

In mid-air, a sphere like a small sun appeared out of thin air.

It slowly fell into his back.

The next second, the hydrogen bomb-like light group expanded.

Indiscriminate bombardment covering a range of 300 meters swayed across the avenues of this academy.

All objects within the bombardment range were crushed to shreds.

Including tough trees and hard rocks.

Wang Wen was propped up by a semi-circular transparent barrier behind his back, and the whole person was blown away and flew out.

Before landing, his body was caught by some kind of transparent substance and slowly floated in the air.

He turned to look back.

A huge inverted cone-shaped crater exploded in the previous ground.

The ghosts behind it have been bombed into pieces.

But his body was really frozen.

The arms couldn't move at all.

The back is numb and numb.

There are also varying degrees of pain in the internal organs, just like the feeling of standing naked in the ice and snow in the winter and drinking dozens of bottles of cold beer.

It's simply not a "cool" word to describe it.

Wang Wen looked back and forth at the gate of the academy.

No suspicious people were seen.

This ghost seems to have attacked all the way all the way.

The battle was a bit of a surprise.

However, it was Wang Wen who felt the power of the three breaking things.

If it weren't for the special ability that this hand is not common sense today.

Based on the level of the 300-story tower climber alone, he would definitely be frozen hard by that ghost.

The two sides fought for only ten seconds.

I have hurt myself like this.

If it lasts a little longer, I am afraid that consciousness will not be able to hold up.

Wang Wen controlled his mental power to "transport" himself to the door of Gu Jianbing's room.

The invisible finger "duangduangduang" knocked on the door a few times.

Gu Jianbing's slow voice came out: "The door is unlocked, go in by yourself."

Wang Wen smiled wryly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you open the door for me, didn't you hear the big noise outside just now?"

There was a rustling sound from the door.

after a while.

The door opened, Gu Jianbing was slightly startled to see Wang Wen's appearance, and quickly helped him into the room.

"What happened?" The old man called for the aircraft while helping him lean back on the chair.

When Wang Wen saw the things on the table, he understood why the old man didn't notice.

Hearing aids being cared for in Nursing Baby.

"What's wrong with your ears?" Wang Wen interacted with the aircraft ~www.wuxiahere.com~ to retrieve the [Daluo Good Fortune Pill] that was stored and let the old man help him stuff it into his mouth.

"I'm getting old, there must be something wrong." The old man glanced at the wooden box with disgust, took out a glass bottle from the aircraft, poured the liquid inside on his most injured arms and back, and the rest was all into his mouth.

Wang Wen instantly felt that his consciousness slowly recovered.

He was a little dumbfounded.

It seems that the [Daluo Fortune Pill] that he robbed from the Tiansheng Item Warehouse was rejected for the second time.

Is this thing really that bad?

Anyway, it's jelly beans!

during the treatment of the two.

Shen Rushuang, who was hidden far away at the end of the street outside the academy and disappeared for a long time, looked coldly in the direction of the academy, and disappeared into the shadows.