"There is no need to spend too much energy on making friends with these useless friends. Being entangled in trivial matters will only affect your progress." Jing Ling did not speak until Zhang Gusan left.
She gave Wu Chong advice from her own point of view. She did not want this few friends to fall into useless people and things. Many young people with potential were ruined in this way.
"Living in this world, there are always bonds that cannot be let go."
Wu Chong replied with a smile.
Jing Ling doesn't understand the relationship between him and the Zhang brothers, and it's hard to explain clearly. However, this does not hinder the friendship between the two. At least Jing Ling can say these words in front of him.
I already regard him as a true friend.
"them?"
Jing Ling turned around and glanced at Zhang Gusan's relieved look as he disappeared.
He didn't understand what was special about this 'beggar'.
"Let's eat. There is a new mission recently. Protector Zhao has received the news." Wu Chong did not continue the topic.
After having a simple meal with Jing Ling, Wu Chong continued to go back to the house to 'study' immortal literature. Jing Ling also got up and left. She also bought a house nearby some time ago, and she came here less frequently than before.
Unlike Wu Chong, Jing Ling has his own circle. His grandfather and master often give him a small start, and his strength improves quickly.
Two days later, a new task came.
A wanted criminal fled to District 52, and they were asked to intercept him. Wu Chong also left the house early.
He has had some ideas recently, wondering whether he should find an opportunity to return to the outer layer again. Going to the outer layer to cause trouble is safer than the inner layer.
As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw an old man carrying a noodle stall passing by him within two steps. The old man walked very fast, as if he didn't see anyone in front of him, and he was about to bump into Wu Chong.
Wu Chong stopped and gave way slightly.
Unexpectedly, the old man's noodle stall also gave way, and the bucket full of noodle soup suddenly hit Wu Chong.
"Ouch!!"
The old man screamed, and the two buckets of noodles he carried on his shoulders fell to the ground, and the rich smell of noodle soup spread everywhere.
The old man who came to his senses on the ground looked distressed at first, but when he saw Wu Chong's clothes clearly, his face suddenly turned pale.
"Sir... Sir, the little old man didn't mean it..."
First-level deacons are no longer on the same level as the vast majority of ordinary people living in the middle class. Many ordinary people living in the middle class have been living here for generations. They have held the middle-class household registration since they were born. These people
Although they also live in the middle level, they are not immortal cultivators. These people have their own life circle. The meaning of the existence of the Immortal Palace is to protect these people.
"fine."
Wu Chong glanced at the noodle soup on his body and then glanced at the old man.
I always feel like something is wrong.
With his reaction speed, it was impossible for an ordinary person to bump into him, even if he was thinking about other things. But the old man bumped into him accurately, and the whole process was like a coincidence. He carefully
After checking, I found that the old man had no fluctuations in his cultivation, nor was there any contamination from the dream demon.
Just a pure ordinary person!
This is the biggest abnormality. This kind of abnormality often means trouble, and what Mr. Wu dislikes the most is trouble.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
The old man stood up in a panic and began to clean up the mess on the floor.
After Wu Chong confirmed it twice, he turned and left.
It wasn't until he walked away that the old man collecting the noodle soup on the ground stopped what he was doing and threw the rag in his hand aside. The noodle soup scattered on the ground flowed back into the noodle bucket like a living fluid.
"Failure? Even an ordinary deacon failed to taint success. It seems that woman really took action."
The old man's expression was gloomy and he didn't know what he was thinking.
This old man is not an ordinary person, but a believer of the 'Golden Buddha Dream Lord'. Compared with those low-level dream demon worshipers, the old man's level is much higher.
He would never participate in those so-called sacrificial activities.
The most important thing I do every day is to spread the belief of "Golden Buddha and Dream Demon".
The division of labor within the organization is clear, and his task is to spread the word among the official members of the Immortal Mansion. Before Wu Chong came over, he had already spread the news to three people. These people were all deacons of the Immortal Mansion. After the power of the 'Golden Buddha Dream Lord' eroded the past
After that, none of the so-called immortal masters noticed.
"The amount is probably too small. Find an opportunity to try again. This time, be sure to let the 'holy liquid' touch his skin."
After confirming that there was no problem with the 'holy liquid', the old man picked up the noodle bucket again and prepared to change the place to contaminate the other party again.
How could a mere deacon escape the magical power of the Golden Buddha Dream Lord!
The old man's mission is to contaminate all the deacons in District 52. After all the deacons become his own, the follow-up actions can be carried out more easily.
The fairy mansion is too big.
The Immortal Mansion as a whole is naturally an unmatched behemoth, but internal differentiation is another matter. Not only the Golden Buddha Dream Master, but also the more powerful Dream Masters over the mirage have their own forces in the Immortal Mansion. But these are just some of them.
People usually wear fairy clothes, so it's hard to tell who is who.
"What power is this?"
Wu Chong held a small pale white ball in his hand. This small white ball was gathered from the clothes he just wore.
This power was so subtle that it actually penetrated the clothes and attached to his 'human skin'.
Another person might not be able to escape the erosion of this kind of power.
But Wu Chong was different. He wore more than ten layers of "human skin" on his body. After these powers attached, they were quickly sensed by his "human skin", and then he gathered them and pinched them in his hands.
The ball kept beating in the hand, struggling to escape.
This kind of power does not have the strong contamination of dream demons, and it is not as conspicuous as fairy texts. It is more like an independent life with its own consciousness.
"A third party? Or...a higher-level force."
Holding the small ball, Wu Chong made a thought and directly integrated it into the surface layer of human skin.
In an instant, a familiar nightmare pollution escaped from the human skin. After the small ball entered the human skin, it multiplied and fissured at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the entire human skin was covered.
"The power of the shelled dream demon..."
Sensing the familiar fluctuations, Wu Chong took out the pollution instrument and tested it for himself. He found that the pollution scale had reached the sixth level, which was already an extremely dangerous value.
Fortunately, Wu Chong is not a normal person. Using the power of a dream demon to contaminate him, a 'top dream demon', would have the same effect as beating a dog with a meat bun.
With a thought, a suction force escapes from the body, and in the blink of an eye, the pollution on the outermost layer of human skin is sucked away.
“Great quality!”
Wu Chong, who was 'full', couldn't help but burp.
"This kind of hidden power of dream demons is not something that ordinary dream demons can produce. It seems that the dream demons in this world are not all excluded from the fairy formation as the fairy mansion advertises."
Thinking of this, Wu Chong stopped and looked back at the direction where the noodle stall old man disappeared.
There must be something wrong with that old man.
However, Mr. Wu also has his own problems, and the problems may be bigger than the old man at the noodle stall. We are not good people, so we won’t hurt each other.
Let’s take it away later when we find an opportunity!
Sure enough, he was still too kind. Master Wu sighed with emotion and walked towards the Thirteenth Hall branch again.