Chapter 80 Mutation
: This is your business.
Lu Yuan remembered the information Ge Wenjun disclosed to him on the phone.
But he was still very polite.
"No need... you can help me find its location. I should be able to handle the rest myself."
He was afraid that Zhou Ling and the others would delay it for too long, so he could solve this problem earlier by doing it himself.
Zhou Ling smiled, then turned to look in the direction of the stairs next to him, and said with a change of subject: "Actually, we just discovered your presence when we came in." "
Huh?"
"Go up on the 13th and prepare to take you away. Come down.
He probably didn't expect you to be so decisive and cruel.
I guess he didn't intend to fight you at first."
Zhou Ling looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Can you understand what I mean?"
Lu Yuan Silence fell.
What Zhou Ling probably wanted to express was that his strength was not as powerful as he imagined.
The main reason why No. 13 was beaten like that by him was because No. 13 didn't want to fight with him at all, and he was rushing to beat others to death.
One has no intention to fight, and the other has murderous intentions, which leads to the consequences later.
Lu Yuan was noncommittal about Zhou Ling's words. After thinking about it, he suddenly said, "Why do you tell me so much?"
He had wanted to ask this question for a long time.
Zhou Ling's current attitude towards himself is a bit too good.
Although he was known as the "core true successor of the Tianliu Crane Sect" in Zhou Ling's eyes because of Crane's punch.
But his words are still dense enough.
There are some things that feel completely unnecessary to say to a high school student like myself.
"Yes, I did talk a lot today."
Zhou Ling said calmly: "The main reason is that we are also very interested in you."
Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously blurted out: "Do you want to invite me to join Huang Xiong? "
I have such an idea."
Zhou Ling nodded and said, "Huang Xiong has always taken the initiative to recruit elites from all walks of life to join, especially talented fresh blood like you."
Lu Yuan thought of the 13-year-old who had been blasted by him and needed to have his brain replaced. No. He couldn't help but said, "I don't want to undergo any human body modification."
"Ha--"
Zhou Ling couldn't help laughing when he heard Lu Yuan's words.
"I had guessed you would say that.
Not all Huang Xiong is a transformation person. You can also join as an ordinary warrior, and there are many benefits.
But to be honest, the path of transformation is much more orthodox and brighter than practicing martial arts. You will know after you know it."
Zhou Ling sighed a few words, suddenly stood up from the chair and patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder.
"It's too early to tell you this now.
It's almost time."
Zhou Ling turned his head and looked aside.
Only then did Lu Yuan realize that the expressions of the strong men in tight-fitting clothes in the living room had suddenly become solemn and solemn.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
this this is that Lu Yuan noticed the noise coming from outside the house. "
It was the sound of countless birds flapping their wings and taking off, like heavy rain pattering on the awning.
He turned his head and looked outside the house, only to see large black shadows flying up.
For no apparent reason, Lu Yuan felt a hint of nervousness about the impending rain.
He also hurriedly stood up from the chair.
"Get ready."
Zhou Ling's temperament changed, and his original relaxed and comfortable posture became restrained.
Like a lazy tiger waking up from its nap.
For a moment, Zhou Ling in front of him gave Lu Yuan the same feeling as when he first saw Qin Feng at the entrance of the Yuan Martial Arts Hall.
That kind of terrible oppression that presses on the human mind.
"Get ready too."
Zhou Ling turned around and told Lu Yuan.
"Am I going to come too?"
Lu Yuan was stunned for a while and blinked: "What are you preparing for? Who are we going to fight?" "
You're in trouble!"
Zhou Ling scolded with a smile, "I told you to be ready to find a place to hide.
Once the war starts later, I may not be free to take care of you.
As for who to fight?"
Zhou Ling glanced at the group of men in vests piled in the corner and said calmly.
"You don't think we came here just to catch a few people."
Crow God Cult!
Lu Yuan's heart trembled, and he immediately woke up.
Yes, even the elements of the cult that the rat men can solve by themselves involve the supernatural.
How could the Crow God Sect, which shocked the city of Jiaoyan and attracted Zhou Ling and the others, not have Chaofan in charge.
Before he came in, he had thought that he would face Chaofan, but when he met Zhou Ling and the others, he actually forgot about it.
Lu Yuan hurriedly took action and looked around for a hiding place.
"The basement is over here."
A man in tights pointed in a certain direction.
Lu Yuan glanced at it, said nothing, and just rushed straight to the stairs on the second floor.
"This kid is smarter than you."
Zhou Ling laughed and then ignored Lu Yuan.
His expression grew colder, and he casually took off his coat, revealing the same black combat uniform as the others underneath.
The tight-fitting clothes outline Zhou Ling's well-proportioned and perfect strong body.
On the left chest, a white bear with arms raised in a roaring pattern shines brightly under the light of incandescent lamps.
Zhou Ling strode to the door of the living room and squinted his eyes in one direction.
As if waiting for something to arrive.
"Crack--"
A crow without eyes bumped in from the window at the top of the stairs.
He struggled to get up, and the first thing he did was to pounce fiercely towards Lu Yuan who happened to be passing by.
Lu Yuan flicked it casually, and the latter was slapped against the wall with a loud "pop" like a ping pong ball being hit at high speed.
A pool of dark red stinky blood was left, sliding down the wall bit by bit.
Lu Yuan rushed up to the fourth floor without even looking.
I found an upward opening in the ceiling on the far left side of the corridor on the fourth floor, and originally planned to go up to the rooftop to see what was going on.
As a result, as soon as I took two steps closer, I discovered that countless bird droppings were falling from the opening, as if it was raining.
Lu Yuan did not have the courage to "face the shit", so he gave up the idea and stood still in the corridor on the fourth floor.
At this moment, the sky above the house was completely occupied by a black crowd of crows.
The crows that were perched in the front yard and those that were pecking at human corpses in the septic tank in the backyard all took flight at this time for unknown reasons.
It was like crazy, screaming and circling around the house.
In Chinese language classes, when describing a person's noisiness, one would often use the phrase "noisy like a crow."
Lu Yuan had never felt much about it before.
Only now do I realize that this metaphor is too apt.
Thousands of crows gathered around the house, making sounds at the same time. The sound was ten times more noisy than the early morning market.
He could barely hear anything but these cries.
The magic sound fills the ears, this is the real magic sound filling the ears.
Lu Yuan noticed that his facial expression became a bit ferocious unconsciously.
Countless unpleasant sounds fill every inch of space around you, trying desperately to get in from your pores. Even the best-tempered person will become irritable.
(End of chapter)