As if he had been given a head-on blow, Cai Gen's eyes regained their brightness, and he seemed to see hope.
"Chongli, how can I increase my strength?
When something happens, blowing the whistle and calling someone is definitely not the right way, right?
If you come out too much, I won’t be able to find myself.”
Zhu Rongzhongli was very satisfied to see Cai Gen finally wake up.
"Master, we are only the final guarantee. Only when you have it can you truly have it.
You already have Sui Huang's original fire in you, you just lack the method.
Although the method of controlling fire is relatively low-level, it is better than nothing.
It’s not easy for me to come out, and I will show it to you now.”
After Zhu Rongchongli finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hands above his head.
His hands formed the shape of flames, and then his strong body danced like flames.
Cai Gen's jaw almost dropped in shock. What does this mean?
Just turn over the flowers and start?
Is the spiritual guy reincarnated?
Is this called social shaking?
Why isn't the music playing?
Why does it look the same as those ancestral souls using Ruoshui?
Do they all follow the same path?
Praise first, then dance. After reaching a certain rhythm that conforms to the rules, then enlarge the move?
Along with the enchanting dance, Zhu Rong Chongli really started to praise.
"Fire, you dance in the heat and exude enthusiasm."
"Fire, you are spitting out your red tongue and demonstrating for life."
"You dance..."
"You jump..."
"You are unrestrained..."
"You are free and easy..."
"You are so heroic!"
"You are as strong as steel and swallow all things."
"Your tenderness is like water, warming all living beings."
"Fire! You are the holy light in this world!"
After dancing and praising, Zhu Rongzhongli was about to move in the direction of the ancestral soul.
Cai Gen suddenly shouted.
"Wait a moment."
At this time, Cai Gen was so excited that he could not express it in words.
Finally, someone came out and got down to business.
The method of controlling fire sounds very advanced.
Trembling, he took out his cell phone from his damaged clothes.
As a result, the phone had long been broken into pieces.
Xiao Tianmao quickly took out a big apple from Ichimoku and handed it to Cai Gen.
"Master, this is Xiao Shui's mobile phone, the password is four eights.
She found it inconvenient to put it in her pocket, so she always asked me to put it away for her."
Cai Gen grabbed the phone and clicked to record the video.
"Chongli, start your performance.
I have to record it and learn it slowly later."
Facing the camera of his mobile phone, Zhu Rongchongli was a little nervous.
"is it necessary?
Master, has your understanding deteriorated so seriously?"
Damn it, where is the degradation? It’s because Cai’s base of understanding is not high at all.
When explaining this matter without showing his face, Cai Gen could only become angry with embarrassment.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and do it again."
So, Zhu Rongzhongli performed the dance and hymn just now in front of the camera.
"Fire...holy light!"
After the last word was spoken, a small fireball flew towards the group of ancestral souls.
Small fireball?
It takes so long to cast the spell, and it's so laborious to praise and dance at the same time.
Just fired a small fireball?
Cai Gen expected that the whole sky would be filled with fire and rain.
The result was only a small fireball?
I couldn't express my disappointment, and I just wanted to say something.
Just look at that little fireball, which first shattered the Ruoshui resistance of the ancestral souls, and then like a heifer's lightning ball, jumped on many ancestral souls, and then ignited all the ancestral souls.
Even though the fireball is small, [Men's Novel Network www.9nanren.com] is actually a group attack.
It's just that the efficiency is a bit low, and it needs to be ignited one by one.
Seeing the ancestral souls twisting in the flames and the blackened death energy rising continuously, Cai Gen felt relieved.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Gong Kanghui's expression, which turned out to be one of joy.
what does this mean?
Does it mean that to free the other tribesmen, they will all be burned to death?
As if seeing Cai Gen's doubts, Zhu Rong spoke again to explain.
"Master, I am the purifying fire.
Their life-threatening grievances have penetrated deep into their bones, and they cannot proceed further unless they are completely eliminated."
After a brief explanation, he looked at Gong Kanghui.
"Brother Hui, please be more careful and don't be obsessed with Baden all day long.
Not all mistakes have the opportunity to be corrected."
Gong Kanghui's originally happy expression was startled, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Oh, I know it well, so please stop ink staining."
Zhu Rongchongli didn't say anything more and bowed to Cai Gen again.
"Master, I wish you all the best."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person had already gone back.
kindness?
Is this all?
It's really simple and much cleaner than that big one.
It's really a favor that needs to be thrown away.
Cai Gen had almost recovered at this time and asked Xiao Tianmao to find a pair of clean clothes. After searching for a long time, he only found the police uniform that he had given him after helping Brother Bird with errands in Jiujiazi Village last time.
It's still clean, better than nothing. When Cai Gen puts it on, he doesn't look like a police officer, but more like a security guard.
After changing his clothes, Cai Gen sat on the edge of Gong Kanghui's coffin.
"Did you already know that things would turn out like this?"
Gong Kanghui handed Cai Gen a cigarette, lit it, and then smiled.
"I really don't know that it will end up with a mouse.
Ah, no, Zhang Mozi, isn’t Zhang Mozi okay?
What are you staring at?
How did I get into the habit of being easily bullied?
Who knows what you might make?
When you cooked for him, did you think of today?
You didn’t even think of it yourself, so how could I know?”
What he said seemed reasonable, but Cai Gen felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it. He resisted and did not take action to fight Kanghui. It was not because Cai Gen had strong self-control.
But he knew that even if he took action, he would not be able to defeat Gong Kanghui.
When people deliberately stab you with a butcher's knife, they are taking care of your emotions and cannot push you too far.
"Hey, Brother Hui, I don't even know what to say.
After trying it for a while, it just felt boring.
According to what you said, such a thing has already begun.
I’m sure I don’t know how many there will be in the future?
When will it be the end?"
Gong Kanghui patted Cai Gen on the shoulder and expressed his sympathy.
"Don't think too much, it's not that complicated and messy.
I've heard it all from Ma Jia's boy.
Although the Three Realms are not perfect now, the fundamentals are still good.
Your predecessor has already set up the framework, so the rest probably won't be too much trouble.
As for whether the wheel of life turns or not, that's a trivial matter.
It depends on whether you start over or build a new building."
Cai Gen couldn't even bring up the idea of asking for details now, and it would be useless even if he asked.
What people want to tell you, you can tell them without asking.
I don't want to tell you, but it's useless if you put the knife on your neck.
The two of them smoked cigarettes in silence and looked at the ancestral souls in the fire.
At first there were signs of distortion and pain, but gradually, the ancestral souls stopped moving.
Finally, the fire was extinguished and the ancestral soul completely changed its appearance.
The dark air of death was burned away by the fire, and now only the fluorescent soul remains.
Each ancestral soul is no longer so huge, as if it were made of mercury, crystal clear, and has a somewhat sacred feeling.
This chapter has been completed!