Red Moon Federation Calendar: September 28th
4:24 PM.
Inside the cave bedroom of the Deer Mountain Misty Willow Village B&B, Wu Heng gently clicked the mouse and turned off the information on the computer screen.
This information was backed up from Dark Snow Company, and the computer was not connected to the internet, so there was no possibility of its location being leaked.
"Indeed, the path I chose was the right one!"
"Even when trained to the limit, the human body is still too weak," Wu Heng remarked after reading the report.
This information includes records of the training methods used by the four martial arts schools under Dark Snow.
But it's just some ordinary physical training, at most some stances and moves.
While they are considered skilled among ordinary people, that's about it; they don't possess the external or internal training techniques found in martial arts novels.
Thinking about this, Wu Heng felt a contradiction in the matter.
With so many Tower Guardian, they're bound to encounter some ancient storylines or even supernatural worlds. There must be some martial arts manuals in those worlds.
Furthermore, there is no mechanism requiring the Lighthouse to be kept secret, otherwise it would be destroyed.
Why haven't these techniques been passed down?
As for psionicists, any ordinary person has a chance to awaken psionic abilities and become a psionicist.
However, psionicists can only evolve autonomously, and the method of evolution is unknown. The highest they can grow autonomously is only to the 3rd tier, since it is just a mutation of the human body.
As for psionicists of the third rank and above, and psionic controllers of the fifth rank, they all need the help of the Tower Guardian, as the matter of Deep Blue Star itself cannot provide a breakthrough.
Only the Tower Guardian can provide some of the wondrous things from all the heavens and myriad realms.
Wu Heng didn't think he would be lucky enough to awaken and become a psionicist.
The path of the Tower Guardian is absolutely fraught with life-or-death crises; it is a process of natural selection, and only the ghosts themselves are likely to survive the night of a hundred ghosts.
This information further solidified Wu Heng's decision to become Cursed Disciple practitioner at that time.
Then he stopped thinking, checked the time on his computer,
It's already 4:30 PM.
I continued to feel it, and felt the overwhelming stream of fear that was constantly being drawn by the Spirit-Touch Power.
"I've almost saved enough!"
Wu Heng thought to himself, turned off the computer, put the USB drive into the Life Box, turned around and walked out of the cave, first wandering around the entrance of the guesthouse.
They then pulled out a reclining chair and a teapot from inside the room.
I laid it out in the yard, lay down, leisurely watched the sunset, and poured myself a cup of refreshing tea.
Gently lifting the teacup, with a flick of the wrist, the first cup of tea used for washing the dishes was poured onto the ground, sending up rising steam.
Along with the rising heat came countless unseen fears.
Like a waterfall cascading back, like the Milky Way hanging upside down!
All the fear that had accumulated over Wu Heng surged back along the path of the worshippers, targeting the 92 most intense and scattered targets throughout the Beiquan City.
It was as if countless invisible venomous dragons were soaring and roaring in the air, flying towards their respective enemies.
Wu Heng absorbs and utilizes the power of terrifying emotions, which comes solely from the Pennywise's heart. For targets at extremely long distances, it can only launch them and track them indefinitely, but it cannot prevent the loss of energy.
Like a homing missile launched from the air.
Although it can automatically search for targets, it can only provide an initial burst of energy and compresses and solidifies fear to an extreme degree.
However, as the fear is traced back to its source, it is constantly consumed, and without the guidance of Spirit-Touch Power, it will continuously dissipate and dissipate.
The gray, invisible stream, originally resembling a venomous dragon, gradually dissipated and shrank into a venomous snake as it flowed, continuously weakening itself until it finally burrowed into the target's head.
Fortunately, these low-level employees of Dark Snow
They are all just ordinary people.
This is also the source of Wu Heng's confidence in sending that message. If the opponent were a third-tier psionicist, the power he would have lost over a long distance might not be enough to kill them, unless the amount was exceptionally large.
4:31 PM
Just as Wu Heng was leisurely carrying the kettle and refilling his teacup with fresh tea...
Inside a residence in Lingshui District, Beiquan City.
A woman with tattooed arms and a brooch, wearing pajamas, covered a sleeping baby with a pink floral blanket, then turned and went to the kitchen, where she took out a bottle of red wine.
She swayed her hips, the Buddha tattoo on her thigh faintly visible, and walked gracefully into another bedroom.
"Honey, that message was probably just to scare you. The whole city is under martial law now, and it's this late, everything should be fine by now. Don't be afraid, baby, okay?"
She was speaking to a muscular, crew-cut middle-aged man who was still sitting upright on the sofa against the wall.
"You're just a woman, you don't understand. You don't know how powerful those higher-ups in the company are. How could someone who can wipe them out possibly go back on their word?"
"Sigh, I also want to leave the company, but the problem is that the general manager is still alive and I can't get in touch with him. I don't even have a proper way to resign."
"If I were to issue a public statement announcing my withdrawal, I'm afraid Wu Zhan would be the first person to kill me when he returns!"
"You know, when these big shots are fighting, we lower-level folks are caught in the middle, it's really a dilemma."
He was a burly, fierce-looking middle-aged man with a face full of scars, but when he spoke, he sighed and lacked any imposing presence.
At the same time, he gripped the already loaded Flying Bear M19 pistol in his hand even tighter.
"I'm not drinking anymore. I need to stay sober at all times. Go get me a coffee."
"Oh!" the woman replied obediently, placed the red wine on the table, and returned to the kitchen.
When I took out a bottle of iced coffee and returned to the room, I found my husband sitting on the sofa with his head down, his upper body bent over, drooping to his knees.
"Honey, here! This stuff is bad for your stomach, drink less!"
"Honey, honey, wake up!"
The woman nudged the burly man's arm with the cold coffee bottle.
Seeing that her husband was ignoring her, she assumed he was asleep and, with a mischievous grin, stuffed the entire bottle of ice-cold liquid into his collar.
The middle-aged man remained unresponsive, like a dead man.
dead?
"What's wrong, honey!" the woman exclaimed, sensing something was amiss.
She put the coffee bottle aside, stretched out her fair arm, and tried to lift the burly man's upper body and straighten it back into place.
But it felt like carrying a statue.
The stiffness and coldness were transmitted to her soft palms.
After struggling for a while, he not only failed to move an inch, but also lost his strength and fell to the ground.
Using her own weight, she accidentally pulled the middle-aged man down, causing him to fall to his side on the ground.
"Aaaaaah--!"
The woman's terrified Scream pierced through the thick door and echoed in the hallway.
The muscular middle-aged man, whose body was bent and who had fallen to the side, was face to face with the young woman who had also fallen to the ground. Their eyes met, and they were no more than half a foot apart.
The middle-aged man had a ferocious, ashen face, bulging eyes, and a purplish-red tongue sticking out halfway. His teeth were embedded in the tongue, and only the fleshy strands between his teeth were holding it together, preventing it from falling to the ground.
His expression was stiff, as if he were wearing a ghost mask.
It is obvious that
The middle-aged man is dead!
The woman was instantly terrified and lost control; her muscles went weak all over.
A pool of pale yellow hot water gushed out from the ground. She struggled to stand up, but her arms were limp and she couldn't muster any strength.
So he frantically crawled on his stomach, struggling to get outside, tearing a huge hole in his pajamas as they rubbed against the ground.
The full design of the brooch was revealed, and it turned out to be an adorable big raccoon with a pink nose.
But she couldn't care less about any of that now; it was as if some evil spirit was lurking in the house, chasing after her and demanding her life.
The same scene is not limited to this place.
The lakeside area of Beiquan City
Nine strong young men were gathered in a basement, drinking and chatting.
Everyone had knives, guns, clubs, and crossbows beside them; the doorways were welded shut with steel plates; and behind the doors, at the staircase, there were traps coated with poison.
"Come on, brothers, let's have a drink!"
"I wonder who Dark Snow has offended this time. Let's hide for a while and talk to the general manager when he returns."
"Yeah, we're paid to do this job, but our lives are our own. We can't afford to offend any of these big shots, so why don't we just stay here?"
"To be honest, my original plan was to finish this year and then resign next year. After all, although Dark Snow pays a lot, the work is rather strange, and I've encountered some scenarios that science can't explain."
"Are you going to finish this year? I originally planned to quit this month. I've made enough money through dishonest means over the past few years, and I was planning to pursue some of my dreams as planned. But now I'm in a difficult position to quit, otherwise things will get complicated."
Nine people, one after another, complaining happily.
Humans are social creatures; once the number of people exceeds two, they tend to become bolder as the number increases. However, this is actually an illusion.
"Enough talk, let's drink!"
The young man, who was a few years older and sitting in the main seat, stood up and raised his glass. The other eight people followed suit.
"Hehehe~, drink, drink~!" Sitting in the ninth and last position was a tall young man with a silly look on his face, who was chuckling foolishly.
"Ha, good wine! Hehe!"
The young man, who had tilted his head back and downed the entire cup in one gulp, noticed that his eight older brothers around him had suddenly fallen silent. He looked at them with a dazed expression.
In the dim light, the other eight people remained frozen in their toasting pose, standing motionless.
"You guys...?" he asked, somewhat puzzled.
Thump~ thump~ thump!
The bodies of the eight people slammed onto the concrete ground one after another, making dull, nauseating thuds.
Even the bounce upon landing was still stiff.
"Strange! Strange! This is weird! Foolish student wants to run! Foolish student wants to run! Foolish student needs to get out of here quickly!"
Upon seeing this, the tall young man was so frightened that he kept shouting. He instinctively reached out and overturned the table, grabbed a machete, and ran towards the basement stairs.
In his panic, he forgot one thing.
The leader of the youths had already set a trap at the stairwell.
As he reached the doorway, he lost his footing and fell into a trap filled with foot-long black needles. The highly poisonous needles pierced through his internal organs.
At this moment, in all areas of the Beiquan City.
At the same time, a total of 92 people instantly stiffened, lost consciousness, and collapsed silently.
These people didn't even have time to let out a scream.
The witnesses who were near the deceased provided Wu Heng with new fears, and they became new worshippers.
"The autumn wind blows across ten thousand miles, and the setting sun casts high yellow clouds."
Having sensed the complete disappearance of the 92 fearsome targets, Wu Heng gazed at the red glow of the setting sun, downed his tea in one gulp, and murmured something softly.
"It rhymes and has a powerful style; did you write this poem on the spot?"
An aged voice It Comes the fence outside the courtyard.
It was the same old man who delivered the smoked meat last time. Wu Heng had already noticed the old man's approach, and deliberately showing his face to be discovered was exactly what he wanted.
The other party was very cooperative.
An old man sunbathing by the roadside spotted Wu Heng, who rarely appeared in the courtyard, from afar. He immediately walked over slowly with the two old men he was chatting with.
The elderly people in these villages are always so warm and friendly; they like to chat with the young people who show up.
"Haha, sir, I'm not good enough to write this kind of poem." Wu Heng laughed and stepped forward to open the gate of the fence.
"Thank you so much for the wild dog meat last time, I was so eager to get it. Come on, have a cup of tea and see how my tea is."
Wu Heng turned around and took out three chairs and a teacup from inside the house.
"Tell me the next line first, otherwise this tea won't taste good."
The old man didn't wait for Wu Heng to offer him a seat before taking his own place, picking up his teacup, and pouring a cup for the two people next to him.
"Young man, don't mind him. Old Yan used to be a Chinese teacher. He just likes to ramble on about trivial things from his teaching days and enjoys nitpicking over words."
Another thin old man next to him, smoking a long-stemmed pipe, tapped his pipe against the table leg, producing a small clump of black ash the size of a fingernail.
"I overheard it by accident, but I've forgotten a bit. Let me think, it must be it."
"A virtuous person assists in times of peace and prosperity, while a petty person serves among weeds and wormwood."
Wu Heng smiled and said the next sentence.
The old man paused, the teacup he was about to bring to his lips. He looked up at the guesthouse, then sized Wu Heng up and down, a strange look in his eyes, and couldn't help but say:
"You're just a petty, insignificant person; are you trying to belittle yourself?"
After all, Wu Heng, a young man, went to a remote place and acted like he was living in seclusion, which really fit his own poem.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's have some tea." Wu Heng laughed and stopped the conversation.
As the sun gradually set, the three old men stayed for about an hour before returning home, exhausted.
From their words, Wu Heng gained a deeper understanding of the changes in climate and environment of Deep Blue Star and the Red Moon Federation.
These people can be considered fortunate.
At least their generation has lived peacefully into old age.
The impending crisis facing the world will likely claim the lives of countless infants who have just caught a glimpse of the world.
Wu Heng tidied up the things in the yard, returned to the cave, and started browsing local news on his phone.
The headline is:
"Breaking news: A massive fire broke out at 2:13 AM last night at the Dark Snow Building in Lingshui District, resulting in the deaths of 28 company employees."
Preliminary investigation indicates the fire was caused by the improper use of high-power electrical appliances and a circuit malfunction.
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These were mostly local car accidents and fights.
However, there have been no reports about the 92 deaths, which precisely indicates that some people are taking this matter seriously.
Wu Heng, who had browsed a lot of news,
I finally came across a newly posted video. It said that her husband was murdered at home, but the police insisted that he committed suicide by biting his tongue.
Wu Heng clicked in and took a look.
It turned out to be a woman; she had filmed numerous videos of herself changing clothes and had millions of followers.
Someone immediately commented. "I thought I had no chance, but now I have another one, that's great!"
When he clicked on one of the works again, he was told that the account had been deleted.
The video this person just posted, along with their account, has already been banned.
However, Wu Heng was certain that...
The other woman's husband is one of those 92 people. It seems that the federal government is cleaning up the mess this time and doesn't want to make a big fuss about it.
Wu Heng pondered for a moment,
I locked the door of the guesthouse and drove away.