"How can you talk like that?!" Wang Xuan was dissatisfied. Is it normal to be shot to death and lie dead on the ground?
Chen Mingtu applied medicine to the wound on his forehead and said, "I mean you are too careless. In this situation, blocking bullets with your body will inevitably make people think of all kinds of things."
Wang Xuan took out all the bullets from his pocket, put them on the table, looked at Qingmu, and said, "Old Qing, find me three bulletproof vests, and find the same gun to shoot again."
"That's fine, at least it can be explained." Qingmu nodded, and did not let Wang Xuan be shot again. When he came back, everything was solved. There were traces of being shot on the bulletproof vest, and he also had a handful of bullets in his hand.
Wang Xuan dressed up and said, "It rained heavily tonight, the blood has long gone, and I have also picked up my own nails, so there will be no traces left."
Lao Chen was very serious and said, "It's just temporary, make all kinds of plans."
He decided to leave for the capital within two days and let Qingmu escort his "sick body" to the relevant departments to recuperate. In fact, he was meeting some people in private and discussing cooperation in secret.
And "Wang Xiao" will be by his side and will not contact outsiders. As for Wang Xuan's real body, it has been freed from now on, leaving the terrible vortex and being temporarily removed!
Obviously, Lao Chen went to the relevant departments to have a frank talk with some people. This is to find the relevant parties to cover the bottom and deepen the cooperative relationship.
"Lao Chen, you have to be cautious and don't get yourself involved." Wang Xuan's heart was heavy. He was removed, but Lao Chen probably couldn't travel freely.
Lao Chen waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more. He knew his limits and the problem was not very serious.
"When the time comes, you can go to Nova or go to Daxing'anling to reunite with the female Taoist priest. It's up to you."
Wang Xuan immediately corrected: "Why would I go to Daxing'anling? I would rather go to a small Taoist temple to light a green lamp and accompany the sword fairy!"
Chen Mingtu thought for a while and said, "Go to deep space. I'll help you arrange it later!"
At the same time, he also told Wang Xuan that the truth cannot be hidden for too long. Try to become stronger in a short time!
...
The rain became lighter, and Qingmu personally led people to patrol and informed all parties that it was safe now. He emphasized that the police had already been called, and everyone did not need to worry about safety issues.
Many people were speechless. Why call the police? I saw you carrying energy cannons to attack mechas!
Wang Xuan appeared at the right time and followed Qingmu around for a long time. Suddenly, someone came in the rain and contacted him to see what state he was in now.
Old Wu came and asked Wang Xuan about his well-being, very enthusiastic, because the Wu family was in great need of such an old art master. Old Chen was about to "die", so he now had his eyes on Little Wang!
Wu Yin also appeared, and seeing Wang Xuan's hand still bleeding through the gauze, she quickly called the old doctor accompanying the Wu family to help him rebandage.
Wang Xuan sighed secretly, and had to endure the pain. Before untying the gauze, he shook the wound again, revealing ten bloody fingers.
This was good, because he showed up this time to reveal the problem of his injury, and by the way, let everyone see that he was wearing a bulletproof vest.
"Don't squeeze!" Big Wu was annoyed. She asked someone to help Little Wang deal with the wound, but a group of people came over, and it was quite crowded.
Obviously, the people involved were observing what the young man was like and whether he had mastered the golden body technique?
Wang Xuan endured the pain, the end of his finger was bloody, and when the old doctor treated the wound, the onlookers could even see the finger bones inside.
"How is your gunshot wound? Treat it quickly." Sure enough, someone mentioned this question just to determine the essential problem.
"It's okay, I'm wearing... three layers of bulletproof vest!" Wang Xuan lifted his clothes and showed them that the outer layer of the bulletproof vest was obviously shot.
Everyone was speechless. He actually... wore three layers. This young man really cherishes his life!
"Disperse, don't hinder the doctor's work, what do you mean?" Da Wu glanced at everyone, feeling deeply dissatisfied, and drove a group of people away directly.
Finally, she told Xiao Wang to take a rest. When she turned sideways, her curves rose and fell, and she stepped on high heels. Her graceful body gradually disappeared into the night.
When Wang Xuan returned to his residence, he saw Zhong Cheng being beaten by his sister on the way. As a result, when he saw Wang Xuan, he actually squinted his eyes and smiled.
There is something wrong! Wang Xuan complained in his heart, too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and slapped him on the back of his head. He was beaten into that state, and he still had the nerve to be "excited" to Wang Jiaozu? Wang Jiaozu decided that he would beat him up when there was a suitable opportunity in the future.
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In the morning, everyone in the manor got up early, and first went to find out whether Comrade Lao Chen had "passed away". As a result, Lao Chen was still very "strong".
Everyone was speechless, and they couldn't wait any longer! Everyone decided to withdraw today, because they couldn't bear it anymore.
Then, people went to browse the news and check the reports related to last night.
Because they had received some news that not only was there a fierce battle in the manor last night, but also a spaceship crashed in the farther suburbs.
Those who came to the manor to prepare for "condolences" were representatives of various organizations, and there were many people from the chaebols. Naturally, they were very well-informed and received various secret reports in the morning.
Many people realized that something big might have happened!
"After the city issued a lightning warning, a spacecraft still took off, but unfortunately it was struck by lightning..."
"Our station's breaking news, according to the latest report from the frontline reporter, a model F spacecraft was traveling in a thunderstorm, but unfortunately it was struck by lightning and crashed in the suburbs of Ancheng. No survivors have been found so far."
...
Everyone was stunned for a while. Old Chen was almost dead, and he still had such a great influence in Ancheng? The people in the new art field were directly "crashed", and died miserably.
Some people have received secret reports that people in Ancheng helped Qingmu locate the spacecraft last night. It is already obvious that it was most likely destroyed by Qingmu in a rage.
Obviously, if we really want to investigate further, asking the relevant departments to adjust satellite monitoring should be able to restore the truth.
"It's understandable. Chen Yongjie is about to die, but those people in the new art field are still not quiet. They actually came to attack at night. If I were Qingmu, I would also vent my anger for my master and destroy that spaceship!"
Many people expressed their understanding and sympathy for Qingmu. This time, the people who hated the new art field actually came to attack late at night, which even disturbed them.
There were also people standing in the distance, saying lightly: "These people know the fact, but not the reason." This was a middle-aged man from the chaebol. He did not participate, but packed his luggage and prepared to leave.
He had received the latest secret report that the number one figure in the new art field might be among the destroyed spaceships, and was killed by Qingmu. This matter was definitely not a small matter.
In the morning, many people were packing their luggage and preparing to return. Soon, some people learned the secret one after another.
"What, the top figure in the new art field might be dead?!"
"Aoki is a ruthless man. He avenged his great hatred with one energy cannon. I guess Old Chen has been waiting for this moment and can rest in peace!"
...
In the morning, Wang Xuan was called to Chen Mingtu's ward. Old Chen was using his black sword to cut the snow-white broken sword.
"This sword is amazing. When it is driven by super matter, its strength is not much weaker than my black sword. It will definitely be no problem to chop mechas." Old Chen sighed. This is a peerless sword.
When the blond old man consumed a lot of super matter, this sword was no match for the black sword. It was cut by Old Chen and the materials were collected by him.
"You fought against the super-material armor with your bare hands last night and narrowly escaped death. If you had a sharp weapon with you, it wouldn't be so difficult." Lao Chen told Wang Xuan that he was going to melt this silver extraordinary sword and make him a handy weapon.
This material is too rare and has mysterious properties.
"Dang!"
He used the black sword to cut it, preparing to cut it into pieces and destroy its original appearance to prevent people from recognizing it as the sword of the number one figure in the new art field.
Wang Xuan's heart was moved. If he had the immortal sword in his hand last night, he would not have experienced the "death twenty-four" seconds, and his fingernails would not have been shaken off.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, when the black sword was chopping the snow-white broken sword, it made an abnormal sound, and the blade trembled. This time it did not cut off the remaining part.
Lao Chen's perception was so sharp that he put down the black sword directly, looked down at the snow-white broken sword that was getting shorter and shorter, and immediately found a clue.
"There is another sword?!" Even Lao Chen was shocked. Last night, the blond old man pulled out this extraordinary sword from a broadsword. He could understand that the other party did it on purpose to lure him to death.
But now, what is the situation? There is a short sword hidden in the extraordinary sword!
Qingmu was also surprised. He came forward to observe carefully and said, "It looks like... bronze."
Lao Chen said nothing and tried to pull it out. He found that it was cast inside and could not be pulled out at all. He had to start carefully cutting the snow-white broken sword again.
It took him a long time to finally peel out a short sword with an extremely ancient style and less than one foot long.
It is very short, and can also be called a dagger. Not counting the hilt, the blade alone is less than the length of a palm. It is really too short, but it is heavy.
The sword body and the hilt are integrated. They look like bronze with complicated patterns on them. No matter how you look at it, it looks a bit like the texture of the pre-Qin period.
Old Chen looked at it again and again, and said: "The snow-white long sword was dug out from that mysterious land. Obviously, the top figure in the new art field didn't know that there was a short sword hidden in it."
He turned it over and over and said: "Looking at this kind of decoration and the shape of the sword body, it must have come from the old land and belongs to the pre-Qin style, but it entered the deep space early and was buried in that mysterious land. There is a problem."
Wang Xuan took it and tried to cut the fragments of the snow-white long sword with it, and it turned out to be... cut off!
"It's really weird. It looks like bronze, but it can cut extraordinary weapons." Wang Xuan thought that it should be made of some extremely rare material.
Old Chen took it and felt that it couldn't be made of bronze. He carefully touched the black sword with the short sword, and the two swords burst out cold light at the same time, and both were intact.
"A good sword, no worse than my black sword. I wonder who used it, but it must have been famous back then." Old Chen couldn't let it go, and finally handed it to Wang Xuan, asking him to keep it well, as it would be very useful in the future.
"It just glowed automatically." Qingmu was surprised.
Old Chen nodded and said, "Of course, why do I say it is extraordinary? Like the black sword, it can make ghosts and gods retreat, and its mysterious properties are unimaginable, and we need to slowly explore it."
"Ghosts and gods retreat?" Wang Xuan was puzzled.
"The places our expedition organization goes to are very unusual. Over the past few decades, I have experienced all kinds of storms, but I have also encountered some things that are hard to explain. In the end, I relied on this black sword in my hand to save my life in some desperate places. I have encountered inexplicable things and forces, which dissipated when they touched the black sword and did not approach me."
Wang Xuan was happy, stroking the bronze dagger with his hand, and preparing to make a scabbard. In the future, it can be inserted in the boot or tied to the forearm, which is convenient to carry.
Old Chen said, "Qingmu, go back and melt the fragments of this snow-white sword and forge a weapon for your own use."
...
Wang Xuan walked out of Old Chen's ward. It was still cloudy outside. Although it was not raining, lightning flashed across the sky from time to time.
He looked up at the sky and sighed softly. Today he would have to say goodbye to Old Chen and Qingmu. He didn't know when they would meet again.
Suddenly, he was stunned. What was in the clouds? A little golden light was rippling, floating up and down, a little hazy, a little sacred!
He immediately turned around and rushed into the ward, saying, "Old Qing, go to the window and take a look. What is that in the clouds?!"
Qingmu was surprised, but he still walked over and looked up at the sky. As a result... he didn't see anything, only dark clouds and occasional lightning.
"Damn it, I can't be dazzled, it's still there!" Wang Xuan was sure that he was not mistaken.
Upon hearing this, Old Chen on the bed jumped up, rushed to the French window, and stared at the sky. However, he was also puzzled. There was nothing but dark clouds and lightning.
Wang Xuan whispered: "I really saw it. It was a hazy golden light, peaceful and sacred, but it was too far away to see clearly!"