() The Five Elements Phantom Array was set up yesterday. Early the next morning, Huang Jun couldn't wait to rush to the base of the array to check it out.
The thoughts passed through the soil surface and quickly fed back the changes in the soil.
Looking at the subtle changes in the soil, Huang Jun grinned, a little confused. How could the soil change in just one night? The speed was too fast?
"Xiaoyu, explain to me, why is this happening?" Huang Jun couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked the teacher directly.
"Well..." Xiaoyu spoke in a long voice and explained: "Do you know what the intensity of the will of five hundred universes is? You have been practicing your will for a long time, so that the intensity of your thoughts can reach five hundred universes.
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"To be clear, this is equivalent to you being at your peak and constantly stimulating your thoughts. The soil can change, and I didn't feel the slightest surprise. Instead, I blushed at your speed. Your progress was too slow.
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Huang Jun simply ignored the dissatisfaction in his words, and began to think secretly in his heart. It seems that the Five Elements Phantom Array works. If it continues at this rate, won't it be possible to conquer the contracted Gobi Desert in the near future?
, completely transformed into spiritual soil?
With this result in the morning, Huang Jun seemed to have seen a good sign and was in a good mood all day.
With his previous experience, Huang Jun started working non-stop after eating and drinking. In one morning, one hundred groups of Five Elements Phantom Arrays were buried underground.
Looking at the land where he was busy, Huang Jun shook his head happily and walked into the restaurant swaggeringly. The lunch meal was good, with three dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, and all kinds of flavors.
While enjoying the meal, Huang Jun caught a glimpse of two camouflage off-road vehicles parked at the entrance of the contract field, and eight strong men in camouflage uniforms got down from them.
"Oh, maybe the military is interested in my achievements and wants to talk to me?" Huang Jun guessed, put down his chopsticks, and went out with a smile.
Eight strong men stopped in front of Huang Jun and quickly looked at Huang Jun.
"Which unit do you belong to, the Thirteenth Agricultural Division?"
Huang Jun knew that the 13th Agricultural Division of the Construction Corps was stationed around Nanhu Township. Now these eight people were dressed in training uniforms, much like soldiers, and he couldn't help but think about this.
"Hello, I'm Meng Feihu. May I ask, who is Huang Jun?" The man at the head is a strong man with short hair, a well-dressed body and a deep voice.
"Meng Feihu?" Hearing this name, Huang Jun couldn't help but think of the Meng family. After looking at Meng Feihu and his companions, Huang Jun put away his smile and said cautiously: "What are you looking for Huang Jun for?"
"We have something important to discuss in detail." Meng Feihu stared at Huang Jun and guessed suspiciously: "Why do I feel that you are the one?"
"Let's talk about the matter in detail. Could it be that the affair between Meng Yuqing and I was exposed?" Huang Jun guessed in his heart: "Yes, I am Huang Jun. What do you want from me?"
Seeing Huang Jun admit his identity, Meng Feihu nodded solemnly and said: "Very good, very good, please come with us."
"Is it about Yuqing?" Huang Jun asked guessing.
Meng Feihu did not reply, but turned around and took two steps. When Huang Jun guessed what he meant, he suddenly turned around and whipped Huang Jun's body with a leg whip.
Huang Jun was immediately kicked to the ground.
"Grab it and let's go!" Meng Feihu glared at Huang Jun, ordered, and walked towards the car.
"What does *** mean?" Huang Jun asked, covering his sore arm.
Two men in camouflage came forward, lifted Huang Jun up, and said coldly: "Huang Jun, you'd better be honest and don't let us use violence."
"Tell me, what happened?" Huang Jun asked cooperatively.
"Meng Yuqing had a car accident and fell into a mountain stream. She is already brain dead!" said a man in camouflage.
"ah?!"
The camouflage man's reply hit Huang Jun's ears like a thunderbolt from the blue. Huang Jun was stunned, his mind went blank. Huang Jun couldn't figure out how Meng Yuqing got into a car accident, let alone what happened to her.
Will die.
"Let's go, stop standing there." A man in camouflage gave Huang Jun a push.
"Tell me, why is this happening? How did she die?" Huang Jun roared with a ferocious face. The camouflage man beside him did not reply and shook his head.
Seeing no one answered, Huang Jun quickly ran to Meng Feihu, grabbed his arm hard, and shouted with red eyes: "Tell me how she died?"
Meng Feihu pulled out his arm fiercely and slashed Huang Jun's neck with a knife. Huang Jun tilted his head, stared at blood-red eyes, and fell to the ground.
I don't know how much time passed, but a deep sound suddenly sounded in my ears. It was very depressing and made people feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.
Where is this place? Why is there such a thing as mourning?
"Ah?!" Huang Jun exclaimed and opened his eyes. He suddenly remembered that Meng Yuqing died in a car accident.
Looking at the unfamiliar environment he was in, Huang Jun got up sadly, ran to the closed door, and tugged hard. The door shook, but it did not open. Outside the door, there was sad mourning.
Still playing.
That voice made Huang Jun feel sad, and two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes.
She is dead, why is this happening?
"Open the door for me and let me out!!" Huang Jun burst into tears, banged the door hard, and screamed loudly.
"Call you mom!"
An impatient voice sounded from outside the door. A figure came to the door, opened the iron lock, and opened the door violently. The door hit Huang Jun, knocking him down.
"Where is Yuqing, take me there."
Huang Jun got up from the ground and asked with a pleading tone.
"You are the Huang Jun who killed Yu Qing, you bastard." The young man who came in, with a pale face, raised his foot and kicked Huang Jun hard.
"Tell me where Meng Yuqing is." Huang Jun got up again and shouted with his scarlet eyes.
"Okay, you are looking for death, I will help you. You piece of shit, you should be buried with Yuqing." The young man finished speaking viciously, turned around and walked out.
Huang Jun hurriedly chased after him.
Outside the door was a courtyard, where tables had been placed. Men and women wearing mourning clothes and white cloths glared at Huang Jun who walked out of the house with anger in their eyes.
The young man took a look at the children of the family, led Huang Jun out of the courtyard, walked through an alley, and walked into another courtyard.
Huang Jun had already heard the mourning music before he entered the door.
In this courtyard, the drummer holds taro and plays the suona. The deep sound makes people feel even sadder.
Seeing that his second brother had brought this bastard Huang Jun over, Meng Feihu came up to him with a stern face: "Why did you bring him here? My uncle can't pay attention to him now, so he told him to get out."
"Brother, this bastard is looking for death, so help him." Meng Feihu's second brother Meng Feiyun said through gritted teeth.
Meng Feihu glanced towards the main room of the courtyard, pondered for a moment, then looked at his second brother and nodded heavily.
"You go." Seeing his eldest brother's approval, Meng Feiyun turned sideways and pointed to the mourning hall in the main room.
After Huang Jun walked into the courtyard, his eyes were straight. The main room had been turned into a mourning hall, and a coffin was placed directly opposite the door of the main room.
Huang Jun walked over in despair.
"Stop, who are you?!" A voice shouted with suppressed sadness.
Huang Jun ignored him, walked mechanically, crossed the threshold, and stopped in front of the coffin.
Looking at the familiar face lying inside, Huang Jun's heart ached violently, and strings of tears fell down again.
The people standing solemnly in the mourning hall looked at the man who suddenly broke in. They were stunned for a while, and then showed an expression of resentment on their faces.
"Are you Huang Jun?" A middle-aged man in his fifties with triangular eyebrows and a sinister face walked up to Huang Jun and asked.
Huang Jun stared closely at the man in the coffin, pushed him away, and walked slowly over with heavy steps.
"Throw this piece of shit out of here!" Triangle Eyebrow shouted sharply.
When Meng Feihu and Meng Feilong heard this, they rushed in immediately and grabbed Huang Jun's arm.
"Get out!"
Huang Jun roared at the top of his lungs, swung his arms and pushed the two people aside.
"Damn it, now that I know my heart is hurting, why did I go there so early?" the triangular eyebrow scolded in a cold voice.
"Second brother, let him take a look." Ever since Huang Jun entered the room, a middle-aged man's gaze has always been on him. The woman in front of him tried to come forward several times, but was pulled back.
Huang Jun walked up to Meng Yuqing, leaned forward and looked at the beauty lying quietly inside, tears streaming down his face again.
"Yuqing, I'm here to see you. I'm sorry for you." Huang Jun's voice was hoarse, and strings of tears fell on Meng Yuqing's face.
"I'll wipe it for you." Huang Jun reached into the coffin.
"F*ck stop it!" Meng Feihu saw Huang Jun reaching out and grabbed Huang Jun's arm.
Huang Jun stared at him with scarlet eyes, turned to look at him, and said word by word: "You, give me, let go!"
Meng Feihu looked at Huang Jun's cannibalistic look and fiercely threw off Huang Jun's arm.
Huang Jun leaned into the coffin and gently wiped the tears from Meng Yuqing's face.
Looking at the sleeping beauty in front of him, Huang Jun straightened up and bowed.
After taking a deep breath and wiping away his tears and snot, Huang Jun turned around, looked at the person standing solemnly, and said, "Tell me, how did she die?"
"You are a murderer, why are you giving me back my daughter?!" The woman who was being held back by her husband finally broke out. She ran to Huang Jun, beat him, and tore his clothes and hair.
Huang Jun endured it silently.
"Okay."
Meng Yuqing's father, Meng Xinglong, grabbed his wife, looked at Huang Jun and said, "You go out first, we can't just let this matter go."
"Brother, let him be buried with you." Meng Xingye, the second eldest son of the Meng family, said with a stern face.
"Haha, buried with you?!"
Hearing this word again, Huang Jun smiled. He glanced at the coffin and shook his head.
"You bastard, I'll beat you to death!" Meng Xingye suddenly took out a gun from his arms and put it on Huang Jun's head.
"Shoot, fucking shoot!" Huang Jun glared at him and shouted.
Meng Yuqing was dead. When he first heard the news, Huang Jun felt like dying. But when he actually saw Meng Yuqing's body, Huang Jun didn't want to die.
Seeing that Meng Xingye didn't dare to take action at all, Huang Jun looked at Meng Xinglong and said, "Mr. Meng, I'm sorry, I apologize to you. I don't know why Yuqing is in this situation."
"Grass and mud horse!"
Meng Feihu stomped over.
Huang Jun raised his arm and swung it down hard. The thick stick appeared out of nowhere, suddenly appeared in his hand, and hit Meng Feihu's leg hard.
"Uh?!" Meng Feihu stared wide-eyed, hugged his legs, and fell to the ground.
Huang Jun threw down the stick and said: "Mr. Meng, I know that people cannot be resurrected after death, but I still want to talk to you. Yuqing's death may be related to me, and I really want to die with her. But now, I
Must live."
Meng Xinglong looked at the stick on the ground, glanced at Huang Jun hesitantly, and walked out: "Follow me."
Huang Jun glanced at Meng Yuqing with nostalgia and followed quickly.
In a secluded corner, Meng Xinglong stopped, turned to look at Huang Jun and said, "Speak."
"I can give you a new Yuqing, I have the ability, believe me!" Huang Jun said firmly.
After hearing this, Meng Xinglong stared at Huang Jun for a long time and said, "Do you know Tingfeng?"
Huang Jun nodded.
Meng Xinglong listened to Huang Jun again and said, "My daughter must be my daughter, can you guarantee it?"
Huang Jun nodded.
Meng Xinglong glanced at him and walked away: "If you can't do it, I will kill you with my own hands!"
