Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 21 Wasteland Musician
In the afternoon, Han Zhan and his party drove to Canghai City next door.

The car was bought by Yi Fan. It was a second-hand black pickup truck that was very powerful.

After fixing the problem with the car, he hugged the agreed box of wine and lay on the roofless cargo box at the back.

Bai Shuang is responsible for driving.

Han Zhan and Xia Youwei were on guard.

This is a division of labor that has been discussed in advance.

After driving out of the suburbs of Shenlan City, the scene of the end of the insect plague unfolded before the Korean War for the first time.

The endless khaki color symbolizes the barren and barren sand dunes, with an occasional green plant growing half-dead on the roadside.

Apart from them, there was not a single car on the spacious, dilapidated road.

not only that.

Han Zhan looked far into the distance, and he could still see a few scattered Zerg, scattered on the sand dunes and plains in the distance.

This was a little different from what he imagined.

"Just let these Zerg breed and live in the suburbs and ignore them?" Han Zhan asked.

Bai Shuang glanced in the direction of his finger and said oh.

"Those things you mentioned are all first-order Zerg species, which are of low harm. Daxia doesn't have the extra energy to completely eliminate them."

"What's more, the country is not doing charity."

"Survival of the fittest."

Bai Shuang's words made Han Zhan know a little more about the world.

He nodded and stopped talking.

The large black pickup truck was driving on a deserted road, raising a cloud of dust.

While driving, Yi Fan, who was suddenly lying in the trunk, exclaimed "I'm going" and then jumped up from the trunk.

He looked up at the sky not far away.

In the originally clear sky, a dark tornado suddenly appeared.

The tornado was overwhelming, covering most of the sky in front of it, and it looked extremely spectacular.

"What is that?" Xia Youwei asked subconsciously.

"First-order Zerg, dead gray fly." Han Zhan said.

"A type of Zerg that operates in groups. The larger the group, the greater its lethality and destructive power."

"It can create black hurricanes by flying quickly, and it also has the ability to attack from a distance. It has weak melee capabilities and extremely weak defense."

Han Zhan saw the record from the notebook Lin Jingxuan gave him.

Dead gray flies of this size are rarely seen in normal times. They can say that they are "lucky".

"Rush toward them! Hahahaha! Rush!" Yi Fan took a swig from the bottle and grabbed the edge of the container with one hand.

He was like a crazy pirate captain, laughing and shouting loudly.

Not far from the black tornado, a new convoy seemed to appear.

"It's the caravan from Shenlan City." Bai Shuang tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Is this part of the survival of the fittest plan?"

The corners of Bai Shuang's mouth twitched: "It's just their luck that has gone to the extreme. Captain, can we save them?"

"Save, why don't you save, turn left and use full power!"

Before Han Zhan could speak, Yi Fan shouted loudly from behind.

He raised the bottle high, dazzled with his wrist a few times, and then threw it in the direction of the black tornado.

Yi Fan opened his hands and made a hug gesture.

"Oh!"

With the exaggerated expression still on his face, Bai Shuang suddenly turned the steering wheel to avoid the sand dune roadblock in front of him.

Shaking violently, Yi Fan's whole head hit the wall of the container, resonating with the dramatic sound he shouted just now.While driving at high speed, the black pickup truck also turned in the direction of the tornado.

"The speed was too fast and I didn't have time to choose a direction to avoid!" Bai Shuang explained quickly.

Han Zhan no longer hesitated and looked at Xia Youwei. The latter immediately transformed into Fu Xiqin's form. He opened the car door, turned over, and jumped onto the carriage.

……

On the outskirts of Shenlan City, Si Ting's caravan.

Three fully armed advanced off-road vehicles were speeding along the desert road at extremely fast speeds.

Behind them was a dark hurricane.

If you identify carefully, you can see thumb-sized black insects and flies fluttering rapidly around the central area in the black hurricane.

"Miss, the distance is constantly shrinking! In 5 minutes, we will be overtaken by them!"

"Miss, the speed cannot be increased!"

"Reinforcements haven't arrived yet. According to the last article of the safety regulations, everyone is here to start executing the 'sacrifice' plan!"

In the communication channel, three off-road vehicles sounded this voice at the same time.

Coincidentally, the three off-road vehicles that were originally driving together suddenly slowed down the vehicles on the left and right sides. They turned around and faced the black hurricane behind them!

"Come back!" Shang Siting shouted into the intercom from the passenger seat of the main car, "You all come back, we haven't reached the last minute, don't give up!"

"His...his...Miss, our mission is to protect you, hiss...his..."

"Business Guards, listen to my command, 3, 2, 1, fire!"

Boom boom boom!

The two parked off-road vehicles spread their wingspan as fast as possible, and the heavy firepower weapons hanging on them began to tilt the flames toward the black hurricane.

However, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Even if shells can kill dead gray flies, it is still a drop in the bucket for such a huge base.

Shang Siting looked desperately at the two off-road vehicles, which were about to be swallowed up by the black hurricane.

At this time, a melodious piano sound suddenly came from the distance.

Zheng!
The sound of the piano sounds from far away to near, real but extremely absurd. Who would play the piano in the wilderness?

Soon, Shang Siting saw the answer - it was a huge air blade several meters in length, cutting straight from east to west.

The next second, Qinyin's air blade sank into the black hurricane. At this moment, the black hurricane, which was originally overwhelming, stagnated briefly.

Densely packed corpses of dead gray flies fell from mid-air, like a black rain.

The sound of the piano's air blade disappeared, and the air waves it turned into before dissipated blew on Shang Siting's face, causing her black hair to flutter.

A term flashed through her mind.

The sound blows on Siting.

Just when she thought it was over, there was another sound of cracking silk music in her ears.

Zheng!
The sound of the piano is getting faster and faster, and the continuous sound and image of the accelerating drums not only hit Shang Siting's heart, but also killed countless gray flies. A thin layer of black ash fell on the ground. Those were all dead ash. The carcass of a fly.

She finally saw clearly the owner of the piano.

He was a handsome young man, about the same age as himself. He was half-leaning on the metal box of a black pickup truck, with his eyebrows lowered and his face lowered.

Wasteland, luthier.

What an absurd and uninhibited combination.

But just like this, it really appeared in front of Shang Siting.

At this time, the massacred dead gray flies finally reacted. They gave up on the caravan off-road vehicle that was about to be engulfed, and began to change direction, aiming at the black pickup truck in the distance.

The dead gray fly's long-range attack is released instantly.

"Be careful!" Shang Siting shouted subconsciously, her heart clenching at this moment.

(End of this chapter)