Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 27 Apprenticeship
The incident happened so suddenly that no one present could react.

It was not until the screams were heard that we knew what had happened.

I saw a terrifying figure with a gray and shriveled body and white eyes, falling on a worker.

At this time, the worker was holding a shovel across his chest, holding back the terrifying monster.

This corpse was also ferocious. It stretched its head to bite the person under it, but was pushed back several times by a shovel.

The next moment, he bit the sturdy wooden pole.

The huge biting force made the wooden pole emit a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Seeing that the workers were about to collapse, the people around them reacted and started to flee, shouting.

The chief engineer was anxious but didn't dare to step forward.

At this critical moment.

A cold voice suddenly came.

"How dare you, evil creature! You dare to commit murder in broad daylight! Look out for the sword!!"

Everyone saw a green figure rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Almost in the next moment, a sword light struck the monster's waist, sending it flying and hitting a rock not far away.

"Ok?"

Li Qingfeng, who rushed over, was a little surprised by the result.

You know, when I was practicing sword in the mountains before, I could chop down a tree as thick as my thigh with one sword.

As a result, when he hit the monster, he only knocked it away.

I couldn't help but think to myself that this monster was quite capable.

He frowned cautiously, but his inner fighting spirit grew stronger.

"It seems you're still pretty tough, so take a few more of my moves!"

As he said that, he rushed towards the monster again and fought with it.

At the same time, a sirens sounded in the distance.

As the sound approached, dozens of police cars drove over.

After quickly parking the car, a group of fully armed police officers formed a formation and surrounded the entire pit.

After doing all this, a somewhat fat and majestic man and several people in white coats got out of the car.

Under the protection of a group of police officers, they arrived at the edge of the pit.

After watching Li Qingfeng's battle for a while, the majestic man turned his head and looked at the researchers in white coats on the side.

"Academician Chen, what do you think? Is that a human... or something else?"

When asked, Academician Chen frowned and adjusted his glasses.

Looking at the humanoid creature at the bottom of the pit, which was being hit by Li Qingfeng's sword one after another like a hornet's nest, it was still fighting back vigorously.

This shattered his worldview that had been there for decades, although it had been shattered more than once in the past few days.

But the solid scientific view coming from a researcher still made him doubt his life again and again.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally gave his own opinion.

"I believe this is a form of existence that is distinct from all current organisms and systems. However, its existence is rational. Perhaps this is a scientific path that humans have yet to discover..."

Academician Chen gave the answer with his solid scientific concepts.

However, the majestic man remained noncommittal about this answer.

Compared with researchers with deep-rooted scientific concepts, he, who was an ordinary soldier in his youth, is more receptive to some idealistic statements.

That is what Li Qingfeng said in the previous questioning.

"Spiritual energy reviving..."

Looking at the young man moving as fast as lightning at the bottom of the pit, the man couldn't help but half-close his eyes and mutter to himself.

"Why can't this be the path to becoming a strong nation? A cat that catches mice is a good cat, regardless of whether it's black or white..."

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned around and gave orders to the secretary accompanying him.

"Notify each team, set up fortifications, evacuate the civilians inside, and prevent possible danger."

"Yes!"

The secretary trotted away, and soon all the teams in the encirclement received the order and began to act quickly.

At this time, the archaeological team at the bottom of the pit also discovered fully armed special police around them.

"Hoohoo...that's...SWAT! The police are here! We're saved! Woohoo..."

Jiang Shengping, who was panting, was the first to notice the changes in his surroundings because of the angle.

When he saw the police, his tense heart suddenly relaxed and he burst into tears. "Police? Where are they?"

The schoolgirl with glasses had lost her glasses at some point, and when she heard his shouting, she squinted her eyes and looked around for them.

The middle-aged team member also breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment he discovered a blind spot and directly expressed his doubts.

"Why did the police come? And so many of them at once? How did they know something happened here?"

The one who answered him was the old professor. Due to health reasons, the old man had not yet recovered after such a life-threatening chase.

But the joy of being saved still brought a smile to his pale face.

He laughed hoarsely and tremblingly took out a black, square object from his arms.

There's a screen and a red button on it.

"Ahem... I'm the one asking for help. The higher-ups have equipped old guys like us with this kind of distress communication system. I don't know where to get a signal along the way, and I've almost worn out my buttons..."

“Haha…cough cough!”

Having said that, he couldn't help but laughed weakly, but was quickly interrupted by a cough.

Yang Ping also relaxed at this time, put the old Taoist on his back, and joked with a sense of surviving a disaster.

"I didn't realize that you, Gu Lao, also have a trump card..."

As for his words, Gu Chen simply closed his eyes and rested, ignoring them.

Yang Ping was not embarrassed at all. The emotional ups and downs of escaping death made him particularly excited at the moment.

Seeing that no one was willing to pay attention to him, Yang Ping directly chose to talk to the Taoist priest next to him.

"Master Xiong, I didn't expect you to be so amazing! That biubiu~ thing is so cool! Does the discipleship you promised me still count? Can I learn that?"

After saying this, I found that there was no expected response.

He turned around and looked with confusion.

"Master Xiong? Master? Half-immortal? What's going on?"

Yang Ping felt confused and uneasy as there was no response to his repeated calls.

He quickly lifted up his tired body and came to the old Taoist, only to find that he was still in the same position as he had been.

He just lay flat on the ground, his face as pale as paper, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

His purple lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something but had no strength left.

A hand was raised tremblingly and was grasped by Yang Ping.

He seemed to realize something at this moment. Looking at the old face, he felt his throat tighten.

Seeing the old Taoist opening and closing his mouth, Yang Ping understood and leaned over to put his ear closer.

"...boy...will you be my...disciple...?"

Yang Ping felt his eyes sore and nodded in agreement hurriedly.

"Hmm... Hmmmm! I accept you as my disciple! Master!"

Lying on the ground, the old Taoist's eyes had become somewhat dull, but he was still talking.

“…Good…good disciple…good disciple…master…master has something…to give you…”

As he spoke, he slowly reached out and pulled out two booklets from his chest, and continued after Yang Ping picked them up.

"...This is... the technique passed down from my master's lineage... and... my experience... Don't be lazy..."

At this time, Yang Ping's tears were already dripping down his chin, and he clenched the booklet tightly in his hand.

"Yes! I will practice diligently and will never be lazy!"

After hearing his response, the old Taoist showed a relieved smile on his face.

"...If you can...please apologize to...Master on my behalf...and tell him that Shuang Yinzi was naughty...and has repented...and please don't worry about him..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes began to unfocus.

It seemed that in those blurry eyes, he saw his master and other important people.

The old Taoist raised his hands as if wanting to grab something.

"...Master...I was wrong...I shouldn't have...Lingqiu...I...don't hate you...I broke my promise..."

As the last syllable fell, his hand dropped heavily.

A cloud of dust was raised.

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