Chapter 67 【67】Six Meridian Excalibur and Bird King
Chapter 67 [67] Six Meridians Divine Sword and the Bird King
Ten p.m.
Cheng Han woke up from deep sleep.
He combined the experience of practicing the Holding Fire Pose today to deduce a True Flame Residual Seal.
The mental value plummeted.
The light filament structure was successfully completed.
Cheng Han touched the residual seal with his mind and immediately received a feedback: "The true flame residual seal, completeness is 6.68%."
He carefully understood the mystery of the residual seal, turned his eyes to the black cat, and asked with a smile: "Sheriff, would you like some snacks?"
The black cat raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion: "Meow?"
Cheng Han grabbed a chestnut and gently threw it out.
At the same time, he quietly communicated with the True Flame Remnant Seal, raised his right index finger, clicked it in the air, and pretended to shout: "Shang Yang Sword!"
The next moment.
A blazing ray burst out from the fingertips and hit Chestnut accurately.
The bright light at this moment made the black cat unconsciously close its eyes.
"Snapped!"
A roasted chestnut fell in front of the police chief.
The black cat was stunned.
Cheng Han asked with a smile: "Is this move cool?"
The black cat sniffed the chestnut and flicked its tail.
The master is so awesome!
The black cat opened its mouth to bite the chestnut and chewed it quickly.
Cheng Han smiled and asked: "How does it taste?"
The black cat flicked its tail.
It feels that this kind of chestnut has a unique flavor.
After several recent deductions, the integrity of the True Flame Remnant Seal has increased by nearly 1.5%, and a new attack method has been added.
Cheng Han called it the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
certainly.
This is just a joke.
The real name is - Red Flame Ray.
The killing range of this skill is far inferior to that of Small Fireball, but the point-to-point attack intensity is much higher, and the range is more than three times that of the latter.
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Late at night.
The swirling snowflakes fell again.
Cheng Han started to play with birds.
No.
It should be said that practicing various techniques of controlling flocks of birds.
By the way, it's also voyeurism...wrong, monitoring the situation within the city area, and doing a small part to protect the safety of the civilians.
To this day.
The completeness of the spirit-controlling residual seal has reached 58.82%, and coupled with the "portable WIFI" capability, the control ability has been greatly improved.
The birds that Cheng Han played with were no longer just night owls.
It also includes more than ten different types of birds, including diurnal birds and nocturnal birds. The total number exceeds 300, scattered in different locations in the city.
Out of self-consciousness, he acted extremely carefully when controlling these birds, so that no one noticed anything unusual.
To put it bluntly, Cheng Han can now be called the "King of Birds" in Qinglin City.
five minutes later.
Cheng Han showed a strange look: "This pair of mandarin ducks actually did this kind of thing in the middle of the night, and the weather was so cold, they didn't even close the curtains. It's really perverted."
He paused and muttered: "But my figure is quite impressive."
The scene he spied with the help of a "white-faced swan" was too exciting, and because it involved personal privacy, he did not continue to watch.
Cheng Han hesitated for a moment, then touched the remaining seal of the Soul Controller with his mind and issued an instruction.
Ten seconds later.
He did a deduction.
The illusion slowly emerged:
"Gah!"
An extremely harsh cry suddenly broke the silence.
And in the dead of night, it really sounded like the howling of a terrifying demon.
More than ten meters away, in an attic, a pair of wild mandarin ducks were frightened and screamed. They hurriedly closed the window and drew the curtains.
After a while.
Low voices came out.
"It must be a bird chirping, right?"
"I'm so scared that my heart is still pounding now. If you don't believe me, just touch it and see."
"Nana, I seem to be dying."
"Why are you so useless?"
A little while.
The illusion dissipates.
Cheng Han couldn't help laughing: "I just kindly remind you to close the windows to avoid catching a cold from the cold. I really have no other meaning."
There are no mobile phones in this world, let alone computers, and there is a serious lack of entertainment activities. To a certain extent, this is one of the only entertainments he has.
soon.
He diverted his attention and played with other birds.
Half an hour later.
In the sea of spirit, the remaining seal of the spirit master suddenly throbbed.
Cheng Han sensed it for a moment, and then his expression changed: "Strange, why did the White-faced Hu go offline?"
The so-called "disconnection" is naturally not the loss of network signal in the previous life, but the mysterious link between the residual seal and the bird.
And when this happens, it means a situation - the bird is dead.
Cheng Han pondered for a few seconds and muttered secretly: "Could it be that the cry of the white-faced swan alerted a certain being hiding near the attic, causing a fatal disaster?"
Logically speaking, this is the most likely answer.
If you think about it further, what could be so sensitive to bird cries that you can’t help but kill them just by hearing them?
Cheng Han's expression suddenly became serious: "Isn't it the Divine Surrender Group?"
The possibility is great!
The Divine Descendants Group suffered heavy losses in front of the night owl group. I don’t know how many people died. Only this group of believers of the alien gods were sensitive to the sound of birds to the point of perversion.
Apart from them, no one would be willing to go out hunting birds at night.
Cheng Han decisively connected the remaining seals, locked the connection between the white-faced swans that had not dissipated, and said silently: "Deduce what killed this bird."
The mental value is reduced by 0.5 points.
No feedback.
The deduction failed.
but.
Failure itself is an important piece of information.
Cheng Han took a breath: "In the ghost eye incident a few days ago, it is impossible to deduce where the soul originated. There must be a very high-level extraordinary item there.
"And the murderer who just killed the white-faced swan cannot be deduced. Could this guy be carrying that extraordinary item?"
It seems very likely!
Cheng Han recalled the image of the attic and made another deduction: "What is the purpose of the place where the attic belongs?"
The top of the skull is slightly cool.
A stream of information emerged.
The result came out - a freight company named "Tongshen".
Cheng Han became more and more certain: "The freight company is a place where people and materials are intensively exchanged, and many cargo warehouses have been built. It is too easy to hide one or a few people."
He stood up and walked a few steps excitedly: "I didn't expect that an accidental act of mischief tonight would actually bump into something terrible.
"So, what should we do next? Should we notify the authorities immediately, or should we first find out what the extraordinary item is?"
Cheng Han fell into deep thought.
After a long time.
He made a decision in his mind: "To me, every extraordinary item is a treasure, and I can use my omniscient eye to analyze a large amount of knowledge.
"This thing probably has great origins. Maybe I can try to get it. The God Descendants Group has suffered a major failure and will not act rashly for the time being. I have enough time."
He chuckled: "If it fails, just call the officials to beat the workers."
Anyway, there is official cover.
Don't be afraid!
Cheng Han yawned: "The other party is already alert. It's not appropriate to act tonight. Let's talk tomorrow."
He first added some firewood to the fireplace, then placed the bedding on the sofa, took off his clothes and got in, and soon fell asleep.
The black cat came over quietly, rubbed his head on the quilt, and lay down next to the sofa.
The flames kept dancing in the fireplace, watching each person and the cat tenderly.
"Snapped!"
A piece of firewood made a soft sound.
The black cat turned its head and took a look, wagging its tail.