Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 133 Team Up, The Beast and the Little Boy

A burly black man wearing beach shorts walked in.

The towering figure, like a mountain of flesh, blocked the light shining through the window.

The entire shadow completely enveloped the gloomy young man who had huddled in the corner.

At this point, as the distance closed, the height difference between the two became increasingly apparent.

Standing before a muscular, nearly two-meter-tall black man, resembling a human bull.

The young man, who was thin and not short but not tall either, looked like a child who had not yet reached adulthood.

This stark contrast in size naturally made the young man holding the short stick extremely nervous.

Even his forehead began to bead with cold sweat, and the wooden stick he had just snatched offered him no sense of security whatsoever.

Finally, after taking a step back, he found himself crashing into the wall behind him, with nowhere left to retreat.

Only then could he suppress his fear and speak, his threat lacking confidence.

"You'd better be careful. This isn't something ordinary. Didn't you see those two birds just now?"

"What they left behind must be powerful artifacts. If you get any closer, I'll use one of these artifacts to attack you!!"

However, these words sounded extremely funny to Harlow, the burly black man.

In the end, he just looked down at the short stick that was being held tightly in the other person's hands with disdain.

It looked about the thickness of his own finger. Even if it were an iron rod, Haro was confident he could handle this bean sprout-like man in front of him.

The next moment, he reached out his hand.

Before the other person could react, he grabbed the wooden stick from their hand.

He pulled it out with a sudden, forceful motion and held it in his own hand.

It was as if he was holding some kind of stick, and he was gently patting it up and down in his other palm.

"Oh, now? Little bamboo pole, haven't you eaten?"

Looking at the gloomy young man in front of him, whose wooden stick had been snatched away, he stood frozen in place, his face full of terror.

Haro smiled sarcastically and tried to hold the ends of the stick with both hands.

He was ready to break the slender wooden stick in front of the other party.

"Watch closely, hey... huh?"

When he tried to apply force, he found that the object in his hand showed no signs of breaking or even bending.

This made him somewhat puzzled.

To attract girls, the 6'6" Harlow works out day and night, and his muscular physique is no joke.

They can make more than a dozen of ordinary training equipment weighing one or two hundred pounds.

But this time, he couldn't even break the slender wooden stick in his hand.

This made her temporarily ignore the gloomy man who was causing trouble in front of her.

Instead, he held the stick in front of his eyes and examined it carefully to see if it was disguised as some kind of metal.

However, after a closer inspection, no difference could be found.

It even has the wood grain pattern; judging by its shape and weight, it looks like an ordinary wooden stick.

However, it possesses an incomprehensible hardness.

And here.

For some reason, when I looked at the burly black man, he started fiddling with the wooden stick that had been snatched from my hand.

It seems there are no plans to take any further action.

The gloomy man also realized that this was a good opportunity to escape.

They quietly moved a few steps, creating some distance between themselves.

Seeing that the burly black man still didn't react, the next moment, he turned around and ran quickly towards the door.

At first, no one else paid any attention.

Because in the very beginning, almost every possible exit point in this room had been tested.

The result always has one side, blocked by an unseen, solid wall.

But what happened next was surprising.

The gloomy man suddenly pushed open the tightly closed door and ran down the stairs.

Then, with the sound of footsteps on wooden planks, they quickly disappeared from sight.

"This...this blockade is gone?"

A white woman who looked to be in her forties pointed at the opened door with some surprise, exclaiming in a tone that was both delighted and puzzled.

By this time, everyone had realized what was happening and no longer cared about the gloomy man who had run away.

They couldn't wait any longer and, with expressions of surprise and delight, squeezed towards the door.

They squeezed downstairs one by one, like fish in a sardine can.

till the end.

The only people left in the room were Harlow, the burly black man who had just walked in, and Cohen, the freckled teenager who had no intention of rushing out.

Of course, there was also the elderly priest, who stood humbly by the door waiting.

Behind him were a few relatively devout believers, while those gathered around him were God's followers.

Fortunately, this two-story building for tourists to rest is quite spacious.

Although the dozen or so people were disorganized and crowded together, they managed to get out successfully in a few minutes.

Noticing that there were no more people crowding outside the door, the old priest also moved his feet and went out.

Some believers who had gathered behind him glanced into the house and followed.

Now, only the two people, one adult and one child, remained in the room.

Cohen looked up with some confusion at the burly black man who didn't seem particularly intelligent.

He wondered why the other person had stayed.

I kept it for myself because I wanted to pack up and take the rest of the items on the desktop with me.

Since nobody cares or wants it, I might as well keep it all for myself.

However, contrary to his expectations, one person actually stayed in the end.

This made him wary of the black man's motives.

In Meilijian, boys and girls alike need to protect themselves when they are out.

However, Cohen soon discovered...

Unlike those crime documentaries, this burly black man didn't approach the skinny boy huddled in the corner with a sinister grin.

Instead, he stared intently at the wooden stick in his hand, his eyes deep, as if he were engrossed in a mental storm.

Seeing that he hadn't made any move, Cohen gradually grew bolder. He tiptoed around to the low table again.

Looking at what's left above: a leather hat and a map.

After a moment's hesitation, he simply picked up his hat and slammed it onto his head full of brown, tousled hair.

Fortunately, although it looks worn out, it doesn't have that musty smell of leather that comes from years of wear.

However, the remaining maps are a bit too big.

Cohen looked at the small backpack he was carrying; it was clear that it couldn't fit such a large map inside.

Moreover, the map is very thick and difficult to bend.

After hesitating for a moment, I could only put the backpack back on my back and tuck the map into the crook of my arm.

After completing this series of actions, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, with a sense of accomplishment, he raised his head, ready to leave the eerie room.

But as soon as he looked up, he was met with a dark, large face and a pair of strikingly contrasting whites of his eyes.

The sudden sight of his face startled the boy, making him tremble.

I almost slapped the map in my hand right in the face of the burly black man who had secretly peeked out from behind me.

Fortunately, he managed to control himself at the last moment.

Startled, she clutched her pounding heart and took two steps back, still shaken.

His gaze was filled with suspicion as he looked at the burly black man in front of him, who seemed like a beast standing upright.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, and asked in a wary tone.

"…what you up to?"

Hearing the child in front of him speak in a tone that was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

Harlow leaned closer and a smile spread across his large face.

A set of sparkling white teeth made Cohen feel somewhat unable to look directly at them.

"Don't be afraid of little brats, I'm not a bad person,"

“I just saw it; you took all the things those strange birds left behind.”

As she spoke, her clear black and white eyes glanced at the leather hat on the boy's head.

"How about this, let's team up. According to what those birds said, we should be going hunting. If we don't hunt, our resurrection will be taken back."

"You probably don't want to die again, so why don't we cooperate? With me here, I'm confident I can handle anything, whether it's a crocodile or a lion!"

After saying that, the muscular black man, Harlow, straightened up and struck a few poses to show off his muscles.

The bulging, shiny muscles, resembling tumors, made the freckled boy, Cohen, feel slightly nauseous as he watched.

However, I was still quite surprised.

This guy, who doesn't seem like a very smart person, actually remembered what the strange bird said in such a bizarre and twisted event.

As for the cooperation proposal they mentioned…

I glanced at the muscles the other person was showing as they struck a pose, and their height of nearly two meters.

As a teammate, he seems quite suitable.

At least if it were to actually hunt any large wild beasts, it would probably be difficult for him to do so with his current physical condition.

Thinking this, Cohen also took half a step forward, gesturing as a gesture of goodwill.

He then spoke.

"Yes, I think you're absolutely right, big guy."

"But I still have a question."

And as expected, after he showed off his proud muscles, the kid opposite him...

She was already captivated by her own perfect figure.

The team formation request has been approved.

Hello was in a great mood, his bright white teeth never leaving his face, and he readily nodded when he heard any doubts from the other side.

"It's okay, go ahead and ask."

During the brief conversation, Cohen also discovered that the seemingly intimidating black man in front of him was not as difficult to get along with as he appeared.

She lowered her guard a little and voiced her doubts.

"I don't understand. If you want to team up, you can find... uh... another adult with a good figure, or a hot woman."

"But why me?"

Cohen's doubts are quite valid.

From any perspective, a thin and weak boy is not a suitable partner.

Unless, to the other party, a skinny boy is more attractive than a hot woman.

Thinking of this, Cohen couldn't help but take another big step back, looking rather timid.

They increased the distance between them, and a hint of wariness returned to their eyes.

While basking in the joy of having his perfect figure acknowledged, Haro didn't notice the strange behavior of the boy opposite him.

Instead, he put on a knowing look and said mysteriously.

“I noticed you from the very beginning. Everyone else was yelling and shouting, but you were quietly hiding in the corner.”

"I also saw you reach into your backpack, but if I'm not mistaken, it probably contained a submachine gun or a fully automatic pistol, right?"

Finish this.

The boy, who was on guard because of his random thoughts, was suddenly stunned.

His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but it was quickly drowned out by Harlow's endless chatter.

"Surprised? How could I tell? Haha!"

"Because it's so common, bro! I remember it back when I was in school."

"One of my closest brothers told me one day not to go to school."

"Then he took a backpack similar to yours and fed a third of the students in the entire school peanuts!"

"My friend back then was about your age now, and he had the same expression as you!"

"I knew you were something special back then, and then you actually had the guts to be the first to touch what those strange birds left behind. I thought you were quite something, kid!"

Cohen was quite surprised to hear this series of explanations.

I never expected to meet someone who had experienced something so similar to what I did today.

Although the other party's logic sounds very straightforward, the analysis is indeed very insightful and not nearly as foolish and clumsy as it appears.

(End of this chapter)