indianbanksassociation 134. Night Messenger
134. Night Messenger
"Does this count as... the testimony of that?"
After playing wildly on the mountain all afternoon, Zhao Xiaolin was exhausted when she returned to the village.
Saying goodbye to Chen Youcai lazily, he went straight into his small courtyard.
Chen Youcai carried a plastic bag containing crucian carp in his hand and a big empty backpack on his back, and walked home in such a vigorous manner.
It was only six o'clock in the evening, and Chen Dazhuang should have just left work.
It is estimated that he is having dinner with Brother Biao and other members of the construction team in the shed under the big locust tree in the middle of the village.
It was quiet in the small courtyard.
Chen Youcai found an empty can, and then took out a few pebbles the size of glass beads from the small flowerbed in the corner.
Rinse and put in jars together.
Fill the bottle with water, then carefully put the two crucian carp in, and just like that, the two little ones have settled down!
Chen Youcai was lying on the window sill of his room, staring at the bottle with a smirk on his face.
Smiling and laughing, he didn't come, his face was slightly stiff, and he slapped his forehead suddenly.
I have filled my stomach, but what should I eat for dinner with these two little things? ?
The family has not turned on the stove recently. Breakfast is bought from a shop at the entrance of the village. Lunch and dinner are almost all settled in the pergola under the big locust tree.
You can't just wash the rice and cook a pot of rice just to feed the fish, right?
Chen Youcai thought about it, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of two small jade bottles placed in the corner of the desk.
This thing was filled with marrow washing fluid before.
The medicinal solution was taken by Chen Dazhuang and Liang Wenkai's wives respectively, but the empty bottles were left in Chen Youcai's hands.
With a thought in his heart, Chen Youcai couldn't help thinking of all the miraculous effects of marrow washing liquid.
He fetched a small jade bottle, uncorked the bottle, and poured some water into it.
Logically speaking, this bottle once contained marrow washing liquid, so there should be some liquid medicine left on the inner wall of the bottle.
Right now, it is just diluted into the water and used to feed these two mountain crucian carp.
There were several gurgling sounds, but it was Chen Youcai who put the mouth of the bottle on the mouth of the can and poured the water inside.
A faint strange fragrance permeated the air, and Chen Youcai couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling that thousands of pores were stretching wantonly.
And the two mountain crucian carps in the canned bottle have changed their previous naive image.
Just like a shark smelling blood, it swallowed something underwater.
Chen Youcai's eyes lit up, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, as I expected, the liquid medicine remaining in the small jade bottle is also fatally attractive to these two small fish fry.
"Eat, eat, it's best to grow up quickly."
After Chen Youcai finished muttering, Song Yiyi's coquettish look before leaving appeared before his eyes again, and he couldn't help laughing.
Grabbing the phone and looking at it, the time is coming to seven o'clock in the evening.
Chen Youcai changed his sweaty clothes and prepared to go to Zhangjia Town.
According to his agreement with Liang Wenkai, the other party will entrust friends from relevant departments to unseal Zhang Dagui's booth tonight.
On the other side of the earth, Black Continent, deep in a large diamond mine.
A group of heavily armed black-clothed mercenaries walked forward step by step in the dark tunnel with extreme vigilance.
The tactical flashlight shot out beams of light, but they couldn't dispel the darkness in front of them, casting a layer of haze on everyone's hearts.
Just five days ago, at the end of this bonanza pit, a huge crystal prism was dug out.
Through the surface, one could faintly see a figure in a black robe with white hair hanging down his waist, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed!
The absenteeists thought they had dug a miracle, and immediately dropped their tools and knelt down to worship, ignoring the supervisor's whip and scolding.
However, no one knows that this is not a miracle at all, but a huge disaster...
There was a cracking sound of bone shattering, and a black-skinned mercenary's face changed slightly in shock, and he looked down at his feet.
A piece of white human bone was split into two pieces under his high military boots.
If the information is not obtained in advance, it will definitely make people feel that this bone is old.
However, in fact, its owner was a big-bodied absentee five days ago.
Deep breathing sounded, and the team members looked at each other with ugly expressions.
In the beam of flashlight, one can clearly see the dead bones on the ground, densely packed, winding all the way forward, leading straight to the end of the depths of the mine.
Like, a river of bones!
"It seems that there are no survivors. Pharaoh Turing has absorbed so much fresh flesh and blood, and he is one step closer to the unblocked state."
Unexpectedly, the captain of this team of "mercenaries" composed of elite special forces from various countries is a glamorous woman with short hair and ears.
She is also fully armed, and under the large brown goggles is a face of an oriental woman with sharp lines.
The eyebrows are thin and straight, the nose is as sharp as a knife, and the thin red lips are tight, like a crack in the steel.
There is no doubt that this is a woman as sharp as a knife, with such a powerful aura that even the other team members subconsciously take a step behind and don't want to get too close to her.
"Damn, these dark creatures are so disgusting, they even ate their skin off!"
The mercenary from Heizhou was full of displeasure, cursing and retracting his feet, but the woman gave him a cold glance.
"Be careful, the holy silver bullets provided by the angels are not very effective against pharaoh-level night messengers."
The woman exhorted in a low voice, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the small tactical leather pouch on her waist.
Three specially made long and narrow bullets were emitting faint crimson halos from inside.
The blood of sages is said to be able to pierce Nightbringers of the Fallen Angel level.
The blood-colored cross-shaped pattern of the warhead is engraved with densely packed ancient alchemy secrets, which is the biggest trump card for carrying out this extermination mission.
Even in the Angel Society, which has been passed down for a long time, there are not many of this special bullet left, and the casting technique has long been lost.
Therefore, it must not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.
The teammates nodded silently, then tried their best to avoid the bones on the ground under their feet, and carefully touched the end of the pothole.
One step, two steps, three steps... Finally, the road of bones, like the end of hell, has a fault.
Even though they already had a rough idea of the situation inside the cave, the scene in front of them still made everyone gasp.
A group of blood cells the size of a human head floated out of thin air above the nearly transparent purple Mitsubishi crystal column.
Blood lines as fine as spider silk tangled and drooped, closely connected with the white-haired black-robed figure sitting cross-legged inside the rhombic column.
There was a crackling crackling sound, and the female captain's eyelids twitched wildly, staring at the rhombic pillars revealing the cracks that spread like spider webs.
"He's breaking the seal!"
With a low growl, she doesn't need to give more orders.
The team members with different skin colors behind them couldn't bear it any longer. They aimed their guns at the blood cells above the rhomboid column and opened fire crazily.
The clattering shells bounced and slid down, pouring all over the ground.
However, those bullets shot out like a torrential rain, like mud bulls entering the sea, quietly submerged into the black mist within one meter of the blood cell.
Can't be surprised by the slightest fluctuation.
"The night emissary who cultivated out of the domain...!"
Everyone's face changed drastically, and they all looked at the female captain. The latter was pale, gritted his teeth, and finally put his hand into the pouch around his waist.
"You guys are late."
At this moment, the white-haired black-robed figure inside the purple rhombic column slowly opened its deep-set eye sockets, revealing a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.
He opened his old wrinkled mouth like an orange peel, and laughed hoarsely.