Even in such a heavy atmosphere, they couldn't help laughing.
The laughter was like a person witnessing an absurd comedy.
It's not malicious, but it's definitely not friendly either.
The laughter lasted for a short time.
Then there was a look of pity in the eyes of the onlookers.
The director's expression was unkind and his tone was low: "If I'm not mistaken, your cultivation level is no higher than the second level."
Cheng Lin nodded: "To be precise, it is the peak of the first level, but it is still a little short of a breakthrough."
The eyes of the cultivators who were watching turned cold.
The director's tone became serious again: "So, as a mere first-level perception practitioner, you stopped here and asked to see me by name, just to say this?"
Cheng Lin nodded: "That's true."
Even with the passive bonus of Affinity Invocation, the director still felt angry in his heart: "Do you know what you are doing? Just a first-grade monk, do you want me to delay my trip because of your ridiculous prophecy?
"
"You don't believe it?" Cheng Lin looked at him.
"Do you think I should believe it?"
The director finally laughed angrily.
Perhaps because he had been too depressed recently, he could not even maintain the demeanor of a ninth-grade expert at the moment, so he said coldly:
"A mere first-grade monk! A first-grade perception ability!
Don’t you know that the minimum level of perception that can give early warning of danger that has not yet occurred is intermediate?
Moreover, there is only a small probability of prediction, and the accuracy is pitifully low!
Are you going to tell me now that you, a first-grade monk, can already foresee danger?
You are challenging common sense!"
He waved his hand, pointed at the group of practitioners beside him, and said:
"Right here, there are several practitioners of the perception system above the intermediate level!
Intermediate and below, a dozen people!
None of them had a premonition of the crisis. Could you have a premonition?
And it’s such an accurate prediction...
Tell me, why should I trust you?"
The director was furious.
The young lapels around him all lowered their heads and said nothing, but looked at Cheng Lin with sympathetic eyes.
But Cheng Lin, who was facing the roar, just nodded seriously:
"Indeed, you have no reason to believe me. If I were you, I probably wouldn't believe it. In other words, no one here would believe it."
Just then.
Suddenly a familiar voice came from the crowd: "I believe it!"
Cheng Lin looked at it in surprise.
The others were equally surprised.
I saw a beautiful figure standing out from the crowd behind.
She was wearing a second division uniform with small lapels, and her hair was wet and stuck to her white and smooth forehead.
She walked out of the crowd, and there was someone pulling her next to her, but she ignored it and just walked closer.
"Joya?"
Cheng Lin was a little surprised.
He didn't expect to meet Qiao Ya again here.
Didn't she go back to relocate her family?
Well, it's not a surprise, after all, she was originally from the Second Division.
Qiao Ya stared at him with a complicated expression.
His eyes reflected the dilapidated road and the thin white figure on it.
"It's really you."
Qiao Ya sighed in her heart.
For some reason, Qiao Ya could no longer remember Cheng Lin's appearance since she left Cheng Lin that day.
I can't remember his face or his voice.
There is only such a person in my mind.
But the face of this person was vague.
Fortunately, she could still remember the white clothes and the raincoat she personally selected outside the white clothes.
Qiao Ya didn't talk nonsense.
He just walked over and stood with Cheng Lin.
Turning to the Director of the Second Division, her senior boss.
In the past, practitioners of Qiao Ya's level could rarely see the director, and even if they did, they would hardly dare to look directly at him.
However, at this time, she raised her head without any scruples, her chest was high, and she stood upright and firm.
Ignoring the anxious looks from several close colleagues around me.
He looked into the angry eyes of the Director of the Second Division.
"Director, believe him!"
Qiao Ya pleaded firmly and loudly.
The director of the Second Division stared at her: "Who are you?"
Qiao Ya stood at attention: "Member of the Sixth Group of the Second Division, third-grade monk, Qiao Ya!"
The director's eyes were cold: "Do you know him?"
Qiao Ya nodded, then shook her head: "We are not familiar with each other, we only met once, but he predicted the great flood in advance!
Although I don't know why he appeared here this time,
But since he said something will happen ahead, I believe it will!
Please wait a little longer, don't leave immediately, wait a little longer..."
Predicting the Great Flood?
he?
Everyone shook their heads and sighed.
I just feel that in this time of disaster, all kinds of monsters and monsters have come out.
Are you trying to use the disaster to show off?
Well, that's not unusual.
During major disasters, there are always people who come out to try to disturb people's hearts.
There are countless such people in history.
However, it might still be possible if you deceive ordinary people.
But you come here...come in front of many high-level practitioners, and play prophecy...
That's a little too bold.
Fortunately, some people actually believed it.
Several colleagues in the crowd who knew Qiao Ya sighed.
I can't help but wonder, are big breasts really a brainless thing?
A member of the small team actually dared to come out and confront the director.
The world is really crazy.
The Director of the Second Division felt ridiculous when he heard this. He stared at Qiao Ya and sneered.
Then he suddenly became angry and roared at her:
"Wait? Do you know how many people are in the team? Millions!
Do you know how much food they eat in a day? It’s an astronomical number!
Do you know how much food we brought with us? You don’t know!
Some people complain that the journey is too fast,
But a few people know,
If we don't hurry up and hurry up, we won't be able to enter the city and get supplies before dark.
Then everyone will be hungry!
Those who are sick will be hopeless if they can’t get medicines!
And we don’t know how many people we will infect!
If the road hadn't been broken and needed urgent repairs, I would have been on the road 24 hours a day!
Keep going!
So you want me to wait? Do you know how many people will die for every extra minute of waiting?!
Do you know?!"
The words he yelled were on the surface to reprimand Qiao Ya, but at the same time, they were also a way to vent his emotions.
After venting his anger, the Director of the Second Division stopped talking and waved his hand and said coldly:
“I won’t hold you accountable this time!
Disappear from my eyes quickly!
In troubled times, heavy codes are used, and if you dare to obstruct the transfer, killing you will be in vain!"
After saying that, he turned around and left quickly.
The steps were like thunder, and he was gone in an instant.
The other practitioners looked at each other in surprise.
They thought that this young man who dared to block the road would be killed by the director. In the past few days, they had killed many rebels.
"Did you hear that? Leave quickly!"
A small lapel came up and said.
"Qiao Ya! Come with me! Are you crazy?"
Someone said with a straight face.
Qiao Ya lost her mind and a miserable smile appeared on her face.
She had no hope that she could really change anything.
Cheng Lin glanced at the departing figure of the Director of the Second Division and sighed as expected: "Sure enough."
The program was right, as expected... it was of no use.
After sighing, he turned around and walked quickly to the back of the team without looking back.
When Qiao Ya saw it, she immediately followed him.
The others saw it and did not stop him.
Qiao Ya committed suicide and no one wanted to be buried with her.
Fortunately, the director has no intention of pursuing the case today, otherwise... he would really kill someone.
…
Rumble.
There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky.
The vehicle begins to warm up and is ready to start.
People got into their cars one after another.
Cheng Lin walked silently on the roadside, not knowing where he should go next.
"Damn mission, give me a hint."
Thinking in his mind, Cheng Lin felt helpless.
I heard footsteps coming from behind.
He turned around and saw that it was Qiao Ya. He couldn't help but smile kindly: "I didn't expect to meet again."
Qiao Ya nodded and looked at him deeply: "It will really happen later..."
Cheng Lin nodded.
Qiao Ya sighed and said, "Are you in the team too? Which car are you in?"