Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead.

Chapter 194 Heroes are not without tears
Southeast of South Zhili, underground.

In a certain spacious training ground, a small wooden room with a width of more than ten meters is placed on the central elevator. A girl with twin ponytails is knocking left and right with a hammer around the room.

The third person who didn't smile was Yan Ling.

The blind woman was dressed in plain clothes and had no expression on her face.

While raising one hand, he turned the rosary slightly, his dull eyes seemed to be not blind, and the white eyes slowly turned to watch his sister busy around.

dong dong dong.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the metal corridor behind him.

The visitor is Luqiao.

This young man who wanted to cure his mother relied on the long knife Qi Lin gave him, and when he was attacked by thorny demons several times, he used the enchanted magic pattern on the long knife to gain life.

Until the last persistence until the arrival of the undead.

A long knife of white quality, enchanted to repel magic patterns, no matter at this point in time or in the future, it will be a very good melee weapon.

Maybe it was raining outside, and Lu Qiao was drenched all over.

But he still ran towards Yanling with a happy face, holding a waterproof cloth bag in his left hand, and resting his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist. These two things are extremely important things.

Every time the boy strode down, he could leave light blood-colored footprints on the metal corridor.

Even within the many white bandages wrapped around the bare upper body, some wounds began to crack.

But Lu Qiao didn't seem to notice, he just walked quickly to Yan Ling, and after handing over the cloth bag to Yan Ling, he sat down on the ground exhausted, panting heavily, and began to check the condition of the wound under the bandage.

And even during the inspection of the injury, Lu Qiao's right hand was still resting on the handle of the knife, as if the knife was his life just like his mother.

"it's raining outside?"

After Yan Ling got the cloth bag, he didn't open it in a hurry, but just looked at the young man who was sitting slumped on the ground and lowered his head to check his injuries: "We didn't set off so soon, you don't have to be so anxious to hand over the things to me."

"Hey." Lu Qiao raised his head and laughed, "I heard that you are leaving. I'm not afraid of delaying your business."

Yan Ling shook his head and didn't speak, but slowly opened the cloth bag.

"that."

At this moment, Lu Qiao got up slowly, and said to Yan Ling, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

Yan Ling raised the bag as a signal, then shook his head: "No more."

"Well, that's fine, thank you for your help." Lu Qiao bowed deeply, and then said gratefully: "I will remember this kindness, if you need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to let me know, I will be the first time Hurry up and repay you."

Yan Ling waved his hand: "The transaction has been completed, we both settle, you don't owe me anything, don't talk about kindness in the future."

Yan Ling looked at the embarrassed Lu Qiao, and added: "Take care of your mother, there is no need to say anything else."

Lu Qiao gritted his teeth, opened and closed his mouth and finally said: "You are the same as the two big brothers I met before."

He pulled out the long knife at his waist, and the magic patterns on it kept flowing.

"If it weren't for the knife that my elder brother gave me, I'm afraid I would have died many times, and so did my mother."

"He also talked about the deal at the time, saying that I don't owe him anything"

"After I came here, I searched for them for a long time, but I still couldn't find them."

Lu Qiao smiled, his nostalgic face was filled with indescribable words: "Let's not talk about it, I hope you and those two big brothers will have a smooth sailing in the future!"

"Then I'll go see my mother first, and I'll have to go find medicine later." Lu Qiao's eyes were full of light with a smile on his face.

"Safe journey." Yan Ling said concisely.

After Lu Qiao bowed deeply again, he turned around and ran away in big strides as hurriedly as before.

Yan Ling looked sideways at the young man, and then at the stack of clean and tidy photos in the cloth bag in his hand, which was not wet by even a drop of rain.

Since Lu Qiao learned that Yan Ling is also blind, but he can see things.

Lu Qiao found Yan Ling, hoping to obtain from Yan Ling an extraordinary thing to cure his mother's eye disease.

He always wanted his mother to see the light again.

But Yan Ling has nothing to do, because the reason why she can see is because of the power of a professional.

And even relying on the profession of a spiritualist, this kind of vision cannot have clear and bright colors like normal people.

Therefore, the extraordinary thing that can cure eye diseases has been missed by my sister all the time.

A month ago, my younger sister learned about the existence of extraordinary things that can cure eye diseases from a mother-in-law wearing weird clothes full of flowers and plants.

That old woman is in the same group as businessmen, she is good at collecting and cultivating plants and making medicines.

So the younger sister talked about her sister's eye disease, but the old woman said: She has the medicine to see the light again, but there is no way to give it to her for free, it must be exchanged at an equal value.

And the price of the exchange is very expensive.

The younger sister who couldn't afford that price had nothing to do, but at the moment of loss, the old lady traded her an item to find her at a very low price.

As long as there is this item, and the conditions are met in the future, you can use it to find the old woman, and then trade it for the extraordinary thing that can cure eye diseases.

Buying has never been difficult, the difficulty is that you can't find a way to buy it.

Then, this precious prop was traded to Lu Qiao by Yan Ling not long ago for the price of a stack of photos.

The younger sister was very puzzled, but all she got was Yan Ling's always concise and concise answer: It's good that you can't see it.

Yan Ling looked down at the photos. Most of those photos showed the power of the undead. They were all taken by the high priest. She asked Lu Qiao to bring her a copy.

The original intention of these photos was for the high priest to publicize and create momentum in public opinion.

This is of great significance to the future development of the Temple of Death.

There is also a small part, which is all sentient beings.

Yan Ling originally wanted to see the details of the undead, because it was related to a certain scene she predicted.

But all of a sudden, when she was looking at those sentient beings from the corner of her eye, she vaguely noticed that her professional talent seemed to be activated.

Yan Ling carefully looked at the photos of all living beings.

Some people hugged relatives and friends and laughed.

Someone hugged the tombstone and wept.

An officer was leading a young man to distribute healing potions to the wounded soldiers. The faces of the father and son were full of sadness and comfort.

Some people spontaneously started to clean up the ruins.

Some people are delivering water and food to do a good job in logistical support.

A propaganda clerk is hanging a banner on the only remaining city wall, which says that skeletons are invincible, united will be a city.
Someone started looting supplies in unoccupied homes in the city.
Someone hugged the tombstone and wept,

Regardless of dissuasion, an old man beat the remaining half of the upper body of the corpse with both hands, choking and cursing something sad.

Some of the surviving soldiers were crazily digging into the ruins regardless of their injuries.

There are also photos of some soldiers who died in battle
"What on earth made them sacrifice without fear?"

"Heroes are not without tears. They don't shed tears in front of the enemy. A man with a seven-foot body is willing to donate for his death."

"Or."

While Yan Ling was thinking, her professional talent was activated.

[Thousands of faces and ten thousand appearances]: All living beings are suffering, and all appearances are inherently non-existent.
Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred,
Can't ask for it, love parting,
No shade.

Everything is suffering, you can only cross by yourself.

When the host obtains a feeling that touches the heart in the world, he will get self-transfer points, which can be used to predict the future or enhance the power of skills.

After accumulating self-crossing points to a certain level, they can be used to increase the upper limit of attributes.

This is the professional talent of a spiritualist.

At the moment when Yan Ling's professional talent was activated, the younger sister who was repairing the cabin not far away also noticed the energy fluctuations in her body.

The younger sister put down the work in her hand, ran over curiously and looked at the older sister who was staring blankly at the photo and said with a smile: "Ah, what are you looking at, why do you still feel touched?"

Yan Ling turned around, and there was nothing interrupting her professional talent. After activation, she had already obtained self-crossing points that could be used at any time.

Yan Ling put those photos into the space props, and replied: "I think of the last soldiers who died in battle, their fearless smiles when they were alive."

The younger sister sighed: "If you don't counterattack, you might not be able to kill those people later."

Yan Ling didn't answer, but just looked at the photos of the undead killing the monsters with high efficiency and precision.

Every time her plain fingers flipped through the photos, Yan Ling's cold face would always raise her brows slightly.

"Sister, are you unhappy?" My sister asked carelessly, and at the same time took out a bag of potato chips and handed it to her: "Eat snacks if you are not happy, and you will be happy after a while!"

"So powerful..." Yan Ling didn't go to pick up the snacks, but replied in a somewhat complicated tone: "What's there to be happy about?"

"Nanzhili won, why are you unhappy?" My sister asked suspiciously: "Seeing the way the skeletons marched into the mist, they should have gone to find the lord. After the lord is settled, Nanzhili will be safe." ?"

"And you didn't predict it before. The demonic tide should have been launched in six months, but now it's less than four months. When other cities are still rushing to develop headaches, the demonic tide has been solved here in Nanzhili. "

"You also said that the commander is very powerful. With him, the city has such a good start. From now on."

Before his sister could finish her puzzled words, Yan Ling replied directly: "Whether we win or not this time, Nanzhili is finished."

Facing his sister's small face in surprise, Yan Ling added: "It's just a matter of time."

When Yan Ling continued to look down at the photo, the younger sister continued to ask in confusion: "It's over? The city is broken? Slaughter? Is it because of the skeleton man? But didn't the commander give him a piece of legendary equipment?"

"If the skeleton man can come, it means that he has accepted the deal. Why does he still have malice towards Nanzhili?"

The younger sister was chewing potato chips. The innocent little girl didn't know as much as her older sister, so she just smiled innocently: "By the way, it's a piece of legendary equipment!"

"I will give it if I say it, the commander is really generous!"

"Last time I asked my mother-in-law how to get legendary equipment, but she said, let alone getting it, among the 100 million Chosen Ones, there are not many chances to see legendary equipment."

"If you want me to say, that old man's shot is quite big."

The younger sister's behavior of talking to herself was interrupted by Yan Ling: "Because it is not only to redeem, but also to be a backup just in case."

"Ah?" The younger sister paused as she chewed the snacks. She was only under the protection of her older sister and didn't know many things, but that didn't mean she was stupid.

Frowning and thinking hard, the younger sister quickly understood the meaning of the second hand.

But she was still a little puzzled: "Just a piece of equipment that can be rated as legendary in bulk, the suit must not be so strong as to explode?"

"What could be the problem?"

Yan Ling put away the photos, looked at the cabin and said, "I don't know, the result of the divination is: the heights are extremely cold."

"Sister, you are doing divination!" The younger sister shook Yan Ling's hand and said, "I think the direction the skeletons are marching in is the same as the direction we are going home. What if we encounter skeletons on the way home?"

"Hey hey hey" the younger sister said with an embarrassed smile, "Maybe I can sell this information to him for some gold coins, so that Bai Mei can also upgrade."

"I think it's because you are obsessed with money, you miss the ball of light on the battlefield, and you are afraid that those magic swordsmen will catch you and beat you up, so you want me to help you with divination, and then use the information from the skeleton man Earn coins to buy snacks!"

Yan Ling explained his sister's little thoughts in one word.

The younger sister didn't refute, but just held her hand and shook it: "Sister! My good sister! We are real sisters!"

"Do me a favor and do some divination. Last time I heard the old lady say there is a restaurant. I want to try it. There are so many places that need currency in the future. It is not a bad thing to save more currency now!"

"That skeleton man is so rich, he doesn't make money for nothing!"

"He needs information, we need currency, win-win!"

Ke Yanling just shook his head and said: "There are also times when plum blossoms are incomprehensible, and the six lines can't be counted as the world's affairs."

"Let's go, everything here has nothing to do with us."

Yan Ling took his sister's hand and walked towards the cabin: "We don't get involved in their affairs, what we have to do is go south and go home."

"The city of Southern Zhili."

"We won't be here anymore."

In the safe area, in the living room of an elegant small courtyard.

An embarrassed Lu Mu sat on the edge of the leather sofa, holding a cup of hot tea that was forced for her in both hands.

That tea is said to be very valuable, and the price of a cup is worth more than half of Lu's mother's savings from odd jobs all her life.

A well-dressed man was sitting opposite to the item on Ranqi, who was said to be the son of a high-ranking official.

The sudden and strange heavy rain outside gradually stopped, and the slowly dripping raindrops played a melodious rhythm. If there was no catastrophe at this time, looking at the greenery outside the huge transparent glass in the living room would be quite interesting.

Ever since Lu Mu was brought here by him and treated warmly.

Lu's mother didn't listen to what he said: From today on, you treat me like a son.

Although Lu Mu is blind in both eyes, her heart is clear.

She knew very well that this man must have brought her here because of his son Lu Qiao.

So in the face of the man's all kinds of slander, Lu's mother always pretended to be confused and didn't know what to ask.

She knew she couldn't help her son, and she didn't want to add unnecessary trouble to him.

Just as he was thinking, Lu Qiao came running from the road outside the courtyard, shouting loudly: "Mom! Where are you, Mom?"

Before Mother Lu got up to respond, the man hurriedly got up, rushed outside the courtyard and said warmly to Lu Qiao: "Brother Lu! Our mother is here!"

Lu Qiao looked at this peer who enthusiastically stretched out his hands to shake hands, and unconsciously tightened his right hand holding the handle of the knife.

Since the catastrophe, he has seen many people.

Except for those two big brothers who are cold-faced and warm-hearted, and Yan Ling.

Everyone else's enthusiasm is for something else.

Lu Qiao knew this very well.

He carefully looked at the man in military uniform who brought his mother here. The enthusiasm of the other party could not be more real, and there was no hypocrisy at all.

(End of this chapter)