After a moment of silence, Pang Wanlong replied in a deep voice: "I understand."
In fact, he knew in his heart another level of worry of the original spirit - a few years ago, the original spirit had sensed extremely evil energy boiling in the area where Si Bohong lived. Although it was short-lived, it was real!
In addition, Si Bohong has not shown up for a long time, so it is difficult to say whether he is under the control of the evil god.
Just as the original spirit said: He can only believe in Pang Wanlong, because the two share weal and woe.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
At this moment, cheering sounds swept up from the bottom of the building.
Pang Wanlong looked slightly startled and looked over after hearing the sound.
I saw that the recruits who had been running in circles on the playground finally completed their mission. The hungry Wu Zang Temple seemed to have been lit on fire. They all wished they had two more legs and rushed towards the cafeteria quickly.
"Where there is full light, young seedlings can grow vigorously."
Pang Wanlong pressed his big hand on the window edge and thought: "We must not let them become the last generation."
The resolute eyes were closed, and when they were reopened they were filled with determination.
"Mantis, cicada, oriole."
Pang Wanlong clenched his palms into fists, "This time we will be the oriole!"
"kindness."
The same kind and firm voice answered him.
…
An hour later, night fell completely.
The man with a ponytail wearing an old jacket was walking through the streets. He was holding a bag of freshly distributed food in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he appeared at the door of a factory about ten minutes later.
Through the barbed wire fence, I could see scattered lights inside, few parked vehicles, and it was very quiet.
The pony-tailed man pushed open the unlocked iron door and walked straight towards the still-lit factory building ahead. As he approached, he heard the hum of machines, mixed with a few human voices.
The bright incandescent lamp casts a long slanting shadow on the ground.
The pony-tailed man stood at the door and looked at the situation inside the factory. There were five workers working overtime at this moment. He raised the plastic bag in his hand and shouted with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, come and eat quickly."
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and for a while only the sound of the machine was left.
The five workers all turned to look at the door. They saw a man with a ponytail walking to a wooden table piled with various tools. He pulled his big arm outwards, directly demarcating a large space, and packed the food one by one.
Take it out, it's still steaming.
"Why are you still standing there? Come here and eat." The man with the ponytail raised the musket wine in his hand and greeted him warmly.
Seeing the black firearm printed on the bottle, a strong man with bare arms licked his lips, put down the wrench in his hand, and walked straight over. The ponytail man smiled and threw the bottle to the strong man.
"Ouch!"
The strong man was not polite. He pulled out the cork with a little force and sniffed it. A pungent smell immediately hit his nose, but he smiled happily: "It's strong enough, not much water was added."
This time, the other four people put down their work and stepped forward, picked up the food on the table and stuffed it into their mouths. They were indeed hungry, and they wolfed down their cheeks.
The strong man found several plastic cups and filled them up with wine, and drank them all in one gulp.
In an instant, a ball of fire seemed to explode in his throat, all the way to Tianling. His whole body couldn't help but tremble, and the breath exhaled through his nose carried a strong smell of alcohol.
"As expected of musket wine." The strong man closed his eyes, smashed his mouth and said, "But it still needs to be mixed with some water, it's too strong."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The workers all laughed when they heard this.
"I remember I had to contribute a lot to this wine," someone asked while eating.
Shuguang has abolished the use of general currency a long time ago. Everyone's income is a contribution and is stored within everyone's identity authority. This aspect is also the sole responsibility of Sui Mu.
In other words, everyone is a screw and cannot stop and run the ship with all its strength.
"Today the steel district is distributing free food, and selling drinks and other items at a discount." The pony-tailed man smiled. He looked around the factory building and walked straight over as if he had discovered something.
"Oh, I was so busy that I forgot about distributing food..." The middle-aged man with a round face chewed the food and said with some annoyance: "If I had known, I would have told our boss in advance."
"That boy Guang Cong is much more reliable than your father. He must remember it!" The man standing nearby joked: "Otherwise, the younger brothers and sisters in the family will be hungry."
"Hahaha."
After hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile happily.
At this moment, another person thought of something and suddenly said: "I just asked Little Mouse to help bring some food over, but I didn't expect you to call for people to bring food. You should have told me earlier!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the other four people said one after another: "No."
As soon as the words fell, a strange feeling suddenly came to the five people. They looked at each other in confusion and awkwardness. Two of them said in unison: "I thought you called him here."
"No, I don't know him." The strong man wondered.
"This is also the first time I've met him."
There is no doubt that there is one thing that everyone knows very well now, that is, a man with a ponytail is not anyone’s friend!
So who is he?!
The strong man turned his head to look for the pony-tailed man. Unexpectedly, his eyes had just shifted, but his head went blank. Then severe pain burst out, and he saw a bright red color on his companion's cheeks.
This red is like a window on a rainy day, soaking your sight and causing your consciousness to sink into darkness.
"Snapped!"
The wine in the plastic cup spilled onto the ground, turning into a pool of blood and spreading, and the strong body suddenly lost its life.
The atmosphere in the factory suddenly solidified.
The expressions on the faces of several workers were first one of shock and disbelief, and then in an instant, unspeakable anger rushed to the top of their heads, and pairs of blood-filled eyes stared fixedly at the man with the ponytail.
Under his gaze, the pony-tailed man couldn't help but smile. The black energy wrapped around his palm like a boiling mire, extending to the handle, wiping away the dazzling bright red on it.
"I forgot to ask, is the food still palatable?" At this time, he was still in the mood to joke.
Just now, a man with a ponytail appeared behind the strong man like a ghost, and the thing he was looking for just now became a murder tool, and the wrench broke half of the strong man's head.
The smell of blood in the air became stronger.
"Ah - I'm going to kill you!!"
A worker roared angrily, and his body seemed to expand to two and a half meters tall. Black and thick hair covered his cheeks, and he swung his huge fist at the ponytailed man like a brown bear;
The worker next to him rolled up transparent water with his hands, splashing the ponytail man's lower body with extremely strong stickiness; another person grabbed the corner of the table and threw it with all his strength, causing wisps of electric sparks to spontaneously ignite.
Although these people are just ordinary factory workers, their fighting instincts engraved in their bones due to years of training have not been eradicated. When they take action, they are fierce and cooperative, and they cooperate with each other tacitly!
At the same time, the middle-aged man with round hair turned around and ran towards the door.
As long as the alarm bell is pressed, the guards patrolling nearby will swarm in, followed closely by the city defense soldiers. At that time, the pony-tailed man will have to pay with blood!!
"boom!"
The middle-aged man landed on the soles of his feet and immediately jumped up.
His special ability is jumping!
Because of his talent, he cannot jump a hundred meters high, but he can jump a mere ten meters away.
But in this flash of lightning, Peiran felt a surge of powerlessness, just like a normal person who suddenly lost his legs and didn't know how to walk!
I saw the figure of a middle-aged man leaping into the air and suddenly falling to the ground!