Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 355 Cotton Dumplings
At 03:30 in the morning, almost all the people who had to go home had already gone back.

Fan Bei closed the door of the public locker, and walked to the road with the travel bag he had just taken out.

She first looked around vigilantly, and then quickly walked into the public toilet not far away.

The smell in the compartment was stink, Fan Bei wrinkled his nose and hung the travel bag on the hook of the partition board, covering up the black writing of a "certificate" and two "banknotes".

She took off the long black coat with banknotes in the inner pocket, folded it carefully and put it in the handbag, followed by the bottoming shirt with the plastic receipt sticker on the sleeve and the milk tea wig.

When Fan Bei walked out of the public restroom, he had already changed into a white V-neck shirt dress with three-quarter sleeves and a pair of flat glasses with silver metal frames.

She has shoulder-length black hair and an ordinary appearance. There is a layer of silent fatigue between her brows, like a background character living in a black and white film.

After putting his travel bag in another 24-hour public locker, Fan Bei dragged his heavy body slowly to the bus stop outside the north gate of Gray Heron Park, and leaned loosely on the stop sign to wait for a taxi.

Online car-hailing is more convenient, but it cannot be paid in cash, and travel records will be left.

Moreover, there are rumors on the Internet that adults who do not have a regular job often spend late at night will reduce the hidden points of personal quality points.

Now that job hunting and taking various qualification examinations have to be screened by machines, people with low hidden scores have a slightly lower probability of passing the screen than others.

Fan Bei has an important qualification exam at the end of this year.

So although the "hidden score" is just a rumor that has never been officially recognized, she still prefers to believe it.

As long as you pass the exam, you don't have to continue to do this dirty work that you worry about every day.

Risking being caught, but only getting 5% commission, if not...

Ten minutes later, Fan Bei looked at the park behind the wrought iron fence through the taxi window.

I’ve stayed here for so long, but I’ve never gone shopping. I heard that the park invited a master to set up a feng shui bureau. There is an aura that can improve physical fitness and refresh the mind. Let’s go for a stroll when you are free in a few days.

……

In Gray Heron Park, Liang De hid himself and squatted under a mobile communication base station disguised as an evergreen tree, poking his index finger at the base of the base station.

After he smelled some inhuman smell on the banknotes, he returned to the park to search inch by inch, and finally found the same smell next to the base station.

It was a faint breath of death. If you don't distinguish it carefully, it is similar to the breath left by ordinary dead people in the world. Many people and animals die in the city every day, and the breath of decay in the body and soul floats everywhere, so Liang De No special attention during the day.

He used the martial artist's spiritual sense to search for energy, and after changing hundreds of frequencies, he "saw" the source of that special death energy.

The whole body of the thing was white, round, only the size of a ping-pong ball, with thin filaments growing on the surface, like a small ball of cotton candy.

At this time, dozens of marshmallow dumplings surrounded the base station, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Liang De poked a few times with his index finger, and accidentally scattered several.

This thing is sandwiched between life and death, and it can also combine with the electromagnetic waves emitted by the base station. It is weak enough to be weak, but it is still a bit troublesome to capture it alive.

He used the method of myriad metamorphosis, tried his best to restrain the fluctuation of extraordinary power, and specially made a weakened physical body with a dying body for remote control, finally grabbed a marshmallow, and made it with the extremely thin amber inner energy. A hollow ball was closed.

"What is this, the wraith of Marshmallow?" Li Zhixian asked curiously.

Liang De adjusted the live broadcast camera and took a close-up of the caught Marshmallow, saying:
"This thing is called soul moss, and it is a unique species of the blue star in the world of No. 706 on the other side.

There is no reincarnation here, the souls of ordinary creatures will naturally dissipate with death, and this process will take a certain amount of time.

Soul moss grows on the remains of newly dead souls, and usually lives by absorbing the scattered energy.

You have also seen that this thing is very fragile, and even a little stronger energy can't bear it, and it doesn't even dare to approach a living person with a strong breath.

Coins will be stained with a little essence in circulation, which is very small, which is just right for Soul Moss. "

"Is it equivalent to saying that paper money is their farmland and granary?"

"Basically, Blue Star in this world still has records of taming soul moss to hunt for treasures. The taming secrets left by those ancient Extraordinary people all revolve around one center: handle it with care, and don't accidentally kill it."

Liang De poked the soul moss that was spinning in the hollow amber ball, this time he controlled the strength, the marshmallow ball was pushed back again and again by him, but it did not dissipate and collapse.

"The soul moss is so weak that its intelligence level is not as good as a cat or a dog in the usual sense. It can also bring about the end?"

The marshmallow balls that were poked by Liang De a few times flew around his fingertips, absorbing a small amount of essence specially made by him, and became a little bigger.

The filaments on the surface of the soul moss shook happily, quite rhythmically. After shaking a few times, the ball of marshmallow suddenly turned into the shape of a villain, and stretched out a small hand to poke Liang De's fingertips. .

This shape is more unstable than when the soul moss was in a spherical shape. Liang De was afraid of breaking it, so he shrank his fingers and dared not fight back.

"What is it doing, resisting you?" Li Zhixian asked.

"It was imitating me, the ancient records mention.

Soul moss likes to learn from the things they meet and play in their appearance, which may be a kind of play behavior. "

"It's pretty good at learning. Look at that small nose and small eyes. Its intelligence level is really not as good as that of a kitten or a puppy?"

"This has nothing to do with intelligence. It should be after absorbing the essence I made, and obtained relevant information from it."

"That's it... why do they surround the communication base station? Does the base station also dissipate a small amount of energy?"

"Maybe combining with the electromagnetic waves emitted by the base station from time to time can make them survive longer? I don't know too well. The world information in my hand is from 150 years ago. At that time, there was no such thing as a communication base station."

Liang De withdrew his fingers and turned his attention to the marshmallow balls at the base of the tree-shaped base station who didn't know how to be afraid and wouldn't run away.

"I'll catch two more and study them."

"Old Liang, let's do an interview."

Li Zhixian picked up an unopened bottle of beer and put it in front of the camera as a microphone.

"what?"

"The work assigned to you by Taichang is just to witness the doomsday. The doomsday will come sooner or later. You must not miss it in the doomsday center. Why are you so curious about the root of the doomsday?

Rather than exploring the root of an inevitable doomsday, wouldn't it be better for you to seize the time to practice and strengthen your own strength? "

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