When the Spring Wind Blows, Ten Thousand Flowers Fall

The wooden houses in the plantation were deserted, with some doors and windows still open.

Clearly, the homeowners had left in a hurry not long ago.

After Chu Tianshu and his group brought back the desert control workers, they showed their identification.

Have everyone at the plantation, along with the desertification control workers, leave and take a detour to the hospital.

This is the meeting place Chu Tianshu chose.

The sea of flowers remains fragrant, and the saplings are almost evenly spaced, taking root neatly in the moist soil.

The sun made the fragrance of the entire flower field even stronger.

But the wind from the distant mountains kept blowing, making the flower branches sway and the saplings rustle.

Therefore, although the fragrance of the flower is strong, it is always lively and vibrant.

Only the narrow paths, supported by wooden stakes and planks, stretch out from the dozen or so wooden houses like a large, long python that is temporarily dozing, lying quietly in the flower field.

Chu Tianshu sat cross-legged on the wooden path, gazing into the distance, with several boxes of sweet fermented rice balls beside him.

Each box was heated by his internal energy the moment he picked it up, steaming hot.

As soon as the plastic film was removed, the sweet aroma of alcohol mingled with the rising heat and wafted out.

He wasn't afraid of getting burned. He held the sweet soup with a slight wine flavor in one hand, taking big gulps every now and then, while twirling the ends of his hair with the other.

A single twist and a strand of hair breaks.

He twisted and broke hundreds of hairs several times in a row.

They are all cut off at the end of the hair, with the cut point about six or seven centimeters long from the tip.

"Gao Gong Temple, pavilions at both ends, with Little Yama sitting in the middle, just waiting for a blind man to come and grope the camp..."

Chu Tianshu gulped down the sweet wine, muttering incantations and chanting spells adapted by the Nian Army sorcerers from old military songs. The rhythm was unique, and the sentences ended with a long, drawn-out melody.

"Little Yama, skilled as a horse, wielding a silver spear, slaughters the demon soldiers until they cry for their mothers..."

On that day, Chu Tianshu had just entered Luoyang City during the Republic of China era, and he was already able to use a severed hair as a needle to puncture acupoints on many patients.

However, at that time, his ability to turn cut hair into needles mainly relied on the infusion of internal energy, and the distance he could shoot and the number of needles he could shoot each time were very limited.

Now, however, he is using the techniques of the Nian Army sorcerers to refine these needles.

The quality of his hair was no less than that of the hair that the Nian Army sorcerer had been reciting, only differing in its nature.

However, with the Nanhua True Interpretation present, the yellowish-brown and blue light spots that occasionally floated up around also drifted into the hair strands, adjusting their characteristics.

With the addition of a Mind Power incantation, each broken hair began to harden.

The sunlight shone on these broken hairs, making them appear as if they were illuminating some kind of dark, non-reflective metal.

At first glance, it looked like a tiny crack in the air, black, thin, and long, held in Chu Tianshu's hand.

As soon as he let go, his hair fell onto the wooden board and disappeared as if it had vanished.

It's very difficult to tell where the wood grain is and where the hairline is.

"Gao Gong Temple, with pavilions at both ends, and Little Yama sitting in the middle..."

Chu Tianshu's voice became very low, and he opened his left palm, pressing it gently and slowly onto the wooden board.

Both the sound and the movements of the hands showed extreme caution.

It was as if the tiny, barely visible things covered by his palm would be startled away with the slightest bit of force.

But the movements of his right hand remained rough and forceful.

While waiting, he drank all the boxes of piping hot sweet wine, seemingly still not satisfied.

As he pushed forward with his right hand, a large patch of flowers within a 30-meter radius in front of him seemed to be blown outwards by a strong wind.

With a twitch of the hand, the flower curved inward again.

The abundant moisture in the petals evaporated, gathering in Chu Tianshu's palm like ribbons of mist.

Finally, it formed a pale red vortex the size of a rice bowl, bright and clear, carrying a floral fragrance.

Chu Tianshu raised his hand, tilted his head back, and let the vortex of water pour into his mouth.

"At a time like this, to still be extracting flower nectar and enjoying it so much, Mr. Chu, you have quite the refined taste."

A voice came from the entrance of the plantation.

Xu Ziqian, holding a harmonica, walked into the flower field.

Joe arrived a few seconds later than him, walking in with a steady gait, carrying a briefcase.

Belial sat on a blanket floating more than two meters in the air, his upper body completely exposed to the sunlight, his brown skin and tattooed patterns seemingly enjoying the sunshine.

Behind them were several other people, none of whom looked like people who lived on the edge of a knife; some were alluring and charming, while others were robust and forthright.

But these were the very people who secretly infiltrated the country and brazenly stormed the base.

Meanwhile, on the road outside the plantation, trucks, vans, and cars sped by, with large numbers of people pouring out of them.

So many footsteps tread into the flower field, trampling the flowers in rows, crushing the petals into the wet mud of their footprints.

"I didn't even have a chance to ask Mr. Chu's name during the call; how rude of me."

Xu Ziqian laughed and said, "Fortunately, getting the prisoners' names is only a matter of time, so it's not difficult."

"Chu Tianshu, a name I'd never heard of before, yet he captured Jia Fang and seized the key to our negotiations with the elixir of immortality. Truly a young hero..."

Chu Tianshu finished his water and interrupted the other person.

Stop putting on airs!

He glanced at them coldly, "Stop your men and bring our men forward."

"Once I see clearly, there's no problem. Lin Chucheng will naturally show himself."

Xu Ziqian indeed stopped talking, not only ceasing to move forward but also taking a small step back.

This person arrived too quickly before, and now, having taken a small step back, he's standing shoulder to shoulder with Joe.

Their men parted slightly to make way for the hostages.

Nearly two hundred people began to move forward, but many of them seemed to have lost their ability to move on their own and needed to be supported, carried, or even lifted by those around them.

The branch office in the city only had a few dozen members in its regular operations team; the rest were medical, equipment, archives, and cooking teams.

At a glance, Chu Tianshu could tell that not all of the people who had lost their ability to move were members of the action team.

There are quite a few more; judging from their clothing labels, they should be from the equipment team, responsible for adjusting various equipment, preparing talismanic water, and other related matters.

"Don't worry, most of them just have broken bones. They still have some fighting ability, so we have to prevent them from causing trouble."

Xu Ziqian raised his voice, "But there was no amputation, it doesn't even qualify as a disability, he just needs to recover properly afterward..."

Of course, this is all predicated on you surviving today.

Xu Ziqian's smile had a hint of amusement.

These hostages included not only those who remained at the base, but also some members of the action team who were ambushed and surrounded after being lured out, and even some members of the Public Security Bureau.

With so many hostages, most of whom were wounded, how could the enemy possibly protect them on the battlefield?

Demanding that these people be brought along will not be an aid to the other side, but only a psychological burden. Being cowardly before the battle even begins shows a lack of maturity.

Most of Belial's men were still holding weapons, staring at the backs of the hostages.

The mere presence of such a scene is itself a powerful form of oppression.

The hostages have reached the middle of the flower field.

"Stop!"

Qiao shouted, "Your men are almost upon you, Lin Chucheng, why aren't you showing yourself...?"

Chu Tianshu suddenly swung his left hand.

None of Qiao's group saw what Chu Tianshu actually swung.

However, the expressions of more than half of the leaders suddenly changed.

Xu Ziqian felt it most clearly. He realized that the spells he had cast on some of the hostages were suddenly stuck and had lost the possibility of being activated smoothly.

Casting a curse is a burdensome thing, and Xu Ziqian did not show off too much.

The curses on the other hostages were inflicted by other leaders.

But Xu Ziqian could tell from the corner of his eye that those people's curses had also gone wrong.

Just as their expressions changed slightly...

Chu Tianshu's palm moved with incredible speed and without making a sound, pressing back onto the wooden board before striking out again.

Aside from the leaders, everyone in the front row pointing weapons at the hostages felt a chill run down their spines.

The two waves were spaced very close together, even exceeding the reaction speed limit of an average person.

But the effects of these two waves were completely opposite.

The first needle was inserted between the eyebrows of all the hostages.

Regardless of the type of incantation, as long as it is a spell, it uses Mind Power to exert its effect on the spiritual level and interfere with reality.

This single needle is enough to stop any spell from taking effect and delay its activation.

The second time, because the needles are further apart, accuracy is less important; it's enough to just hit the person.

The magic needles crafted by the Nian Army were silent and insidious, obscuring spiritual perception.

Even Chu Tianshu himself only realized something was wrong when he was shot at close range.

These needles do not strike any leaders, nor do they detect them.

But those henchmen in the front row who were carrying weapons Shangdu been hit by needles, and bluish-black veins were visibly crawling out on their necks.

The poison needle is extremely toxic; it causes instant death upon entry into the body.

The people in the front row still had expressions on their faces as if they were about to pull the trigger at any moment. They were still standing, but their lives were already over!

"Lin Chucheng!!"

Chu Tianshu rose up and burst into the air, almost instantly passing over the heads of all the hostages.

However, Joe, Xu Ziqian, and Belial reacted just as quickly as he did and had already set off; he could only stop one of them at most.

Just as the three rushed toward the hostage, intending to use the hostage's location as a battlefield to disrupt the enemy's mind as much as possible.

A child suddenly jumped out from under the flower field.

There was a hole in the ground there. When the child jumped out, there seemed to be two other figures inside the hole.

But no one had time to pay any more attention.

At that moment, an invisible force suddenly manifested, tearing apart and sending all the remaining petals in the flower field flying.

(End of this chapter)