When the system is flooded

"You also understand my poetry?" Li Zimu asked in surprise.

"No." Xiang Beifei shook his head.

"Then why did your leaf pretend to be part of my poetic realm?" Li Zimu asked.

"Which leaf?"

"The leaf you picked just now."

Xiang Beifei pointed to the grass at his feet and asked, "You mean this leaf?"

Li Zimu's eyes fell on the grass that Xiang Beifei was pointing at, and he was taken aback for a moment!

Xiang Beifei just picked a leaf from that grass, but for some reason, the leaf still grew on the grass well.

Xiang Beifei had never picked them before!

He looked at his six daggers again, and with a thought, he turned the six daggers back into leaves, but now there were only five leaves left!

"This..." Li Zimu didn't seem to understand, and he, a master of illusion, couldn't figure it out.

He looked at Xiang Beifei and asked, "How did you do it?"

"Mental strength."

"Your mental strength can reach this level?" Li Zimu was very surprised.

The poetic environment he created himself relied on spiritual power, but his own spiritual power could not identify the authenticity of the poetic environment created by his system ability!

"This is not too powerful."

Xiang Beifei thought about the matter of surviving to Luo Lao's singing every day a while ago, and now he still has no way to climb out of the big river where Luo Lao sings.

In Lao Luo's singing, the turbulent river is extremely terrifying, it makes people feel immersive, and it makes him embarrassed every time.All Xiang Beifei could do was to condense a wooden plank with his own mental strength in the big river, and then hugged the wooden plank and was hit by the big waves, choking on the water every time, and drowning if he didn't pay attention , and was fished ashore by Mr. Luo.

That level of mental strength is powerful.

Xiang Beifei pondered for a moment, then said, "Have you heard of such a desolate beast as Menghuai?"

"Meng Huai?" Li Zimu thought for a while, "What is it?"

"It's a kind of desolate beast from the god refining period. It's very powerful and rare. It's not found around here. It's only possible to encounter it in Suiyu and the key areas. It can be so fake that it can be confused with the real one."

Xiang Beifei said: "Maybe you can try to refer to its ability to comprehend some poems. As long as your poetic scene can perfectly overlap with reality, then your shortcomings are not necessarily shortcomings."

"Overlapping with reality?"

Li Zimu fell into deep thought.

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The night is already deep.

They rested in the low valley dense forest, relying on the powerful system ability to cover themselves.

sand!sand!sand!

A huge rat ran towards their camp. When it crossed the border, it was caught by the border guard formation and turned into ashes.

When camping, everyone will use space-type camps to protect themselves. Desolate beasts without space recognition capabilities cannot see them. Once weak desolate beasts rush over blindly, they can easily be killed silently.

The reason why people still need to be on duty is to prevent those desolate beasts with space recognition ability from coming. Many desolate beasts can break through the space created by the system and catch the pioneers by surprise.

The people here are cultivating, and various sharp chirping sounds can be heard from time to time in the dense forest in the distance. Everyone is used to this chirping sound.

Xiang Beifei looked at Li Zimu, who was practicing meditation. He stood up, and was about to go back to sleep in the stone room, but at this moment, a trace of vigilance suddenly appeared in his heart.

"This breath..."

Xiang Beifei felt weird, and he quickly walked to the edge of the camp.

"Where are you going?" Ye Changfeng appeared next to Xiang Beifei.

"There's a strange smell!" Xiang Beifei stood on the edge of the camp and looked around.

"What breath? Be specific." Ye Changfeng asked in a deep voice.

In the wilderness outside the territory, there are actually strange auras everywhere. Among other things, Ye Changfeng can detect no less than a hundred kinds of movements and various hidden auras outside the camp every second.

These all came from desolate beasts, and they couldn't escape Ye Changfeng's keen sense of smell.It's just that most of these desolate beasts are just passing by, because it is night now, and there is no need to kill them, so as not to cause trouble.

Ye Changfeng didn't know what kind of breath Xiang Beifei was referring to.

"Very familiar, very strange, as if I've seen it somewhere before, and it flickers." Xiang Beifei scanned the vast night, his vision was greatly obstructed, and he couldn't see anything strange.

"Where have you seen it before? You have only been to the wilderness outside the territory four times, and the only places you have traveled are those. Let's recall." Ye Changfeng said.

"Yes, I have only been to the Outer Territory Wasteland four times, so this breath comes from..."

Suddenly a light flashed in Xiang Beifei's mind, he remembered where this breath was!

"Old City View Hotel!"

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Two kilometers away from the valley where the camp is located, there is a cliff, and there seem to be tiny shadows flickering on the cliff.

These shadows were like tentacles, gathering rapidly, and soon formed a figure.

The moonlight shone on this figure, vaguely illuminating half of his face, his throat seemed to be cut open by something, and he was bleeding profusely.

This person was staring at the invisible space camp, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Find...find...find..."

He struggled to speak, but his throat was bleeding all the time, and he had to "find" for a long time, which meant that he couldn't find anything to say.

"did you find it?"

Suddenly there was a crisp voice from the cliff. The voice sounded very pleasant. It was a mature and stable female voice. She helped the man complete the sentence.

Then a slender woman appeared on the cliff. She twisted her slender waist and came to the man with the broken throat. Her gaze fluttered and she looked in that direction.

"Is there?"

The woman looked normal, with long golden curly hair, and the clothes on her body were torn and worn very casually. The parts that were not covered were half covered, and the parts that should be covered were fully exposed.

But compared to the man whose throat was cut, she is simply a perfect human being, with no wounds, no gray eyeballs, and even her voice is no different from that of a human being!

If I had to say something special about her, it would be her waist, which is so thin that it can be seen in one hand.

The man said again with difficulty: "Look...look..."

"You can see people, but you can't smell them. I understand what you mean. You just need to say a word."

The curly-haired woman smiled, her smile looked very moving, "Would you like to try?"

"powerful."

The man stuck out his tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then swallowed it, but the swallowed blood flowed out of his throat again.

"Indeed, there is a powerful guy next to him, not easy to provoke."

The curly-haired woman nodded slightly, and then laughed again: "Crying Baby left us this message before he died, so it must be him."

She was holding a dead green caterpillar in her hand. The green caterpillar was a foot long, but it was trampled flat by someone, and its body exploded.

The curly-haired woman stretched out her finger, cut the bug's head with her nails, then dipped the caterpillar's bean-sized brain with her little finger, put it in her mouth and licked it, then smacked her mouth and closed her eyes, as if she was reminiscing.

"Interesting." The curly-haired woman's eyes lit up.

"Interesting?" The man frowned.

"You would never think what I ate."

The curly-haired woman laughed.

Chapter 2 The Dean of the Martial Arts Academy

Ye Changfeng and Xiang Beifei appeared on the cliff, and the cool wind blew over the cliff with a hint of chill.

The cliff was empty and there were no other figures.

"It's this breath! It's those things... ghost beards! They should have been here just now." Xiang Beifei said in a deep voice.

The weird atmosphere here is very similar to what I saw in the old city!

Ye Changfeng glanced over the cliff, and he also felt a powerful aura here - but in fact, there are powerful auras everywhere in the wilderness outside the territory, and when many wild beasts pass by, they will leave a very strong aura As a mark, it is mainly to deter other wild beasts and determine its own territory.

"There's a dead miasma here."

Ye Changfeng found the corpse of a green caterpillar on the cliff, squatted down, and a dagger appeared in his hand.The sword was only three inches long, and the light of the sword flickered and landed on the corpse of the green caterpillar. The three-inch sword emitted a sharp light, and kept crossing over the corpse of the green caterpillar, probing the corpse of the green caterpillar.

After a while, Ye Changfeng's face became serious.

"This green caterpillar has Long Guocheng's footprints on it." Ye Changfeng said in a deep voice.

"Long Guocheng?"

"He trampled to death."

Ye Changfeng looked at the exploding corpse of the green caterpillar, which was trampled to the point where only a layer of skin remained.

This green caterpillar is very weak, just the most common desolate beast in the early stage of controlling Qi, belonging to the bottom of the food chain, and any martial artist can trample to death a lot of them.

"Long Guocheng is still in the camp, it's impossible for him to come here, and we haven't been here during the day, so there is only one possibility—" Xiang Beifei's expression became a little dignified.

"It came from that wild beast."

Ye Changfeng fiddled with the corpse of the green caterpillar, and then his expression changed slightly.

Xiang Beifei also saw the scratch on the top of the green caterpillar's head, and said, "The miasma worm's brain is gone, and they still eat it?"

Xiang Beifei didn't expect this, because the database of pioneers in Kyushu has very few records of this kind of thing, and Xiang Beifei picked the name randomly.

If they have the habit of eating brains, then did Yimao Guixu accidentally eat the brains of the green caterpillar trampled to death by Long Guocheng during the hunting process?

Or had he been quietly following them, and deliberately looking for the brain of the green caterpillar trampled to death by them to eat?

Xiang Beifei's eyes flickered for a moment.

If it's the latter, then something isn't quite right.

Why does it eat green caterpillars trampled to death by Long Guocheng?What information do you want to get from this green caterpillar?

Ye Changfeng collected the miasma into the space of the sword, then stood up, looked around the vast forest below, and said solemnly: "Some desolate beasts are not just as simple as eating brains."

"The teacher means..."

Xiang Beifei seemed to have vaguely thought of something.

"Hope it's not what I think it is."

Ye Changfeng glanced at Xiang Beifei, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Xiang Beifei looked at Ye Changfeng thoughtfully, then turned his head to look at the night, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said to himself: "Then, the ghost mustache will be eaten from the brain of this green caterpillar. What is it?"

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After returning to school from the wilderness outside the territory, almost everyone was disheveled and their clothes were torn.Walking on campus, no one even recognized them.

In that kind of ghostly place, one has to be on high alert every day, enduring the threat of all kinds of powerful wild beasts, and it is good to be able to protect oneself, no one cares about one's own image.

After returning to the dormitory, I took a good wash and rested for a whole day.The next morning, everyone gathered at the office of the dean of the Martial Arts Academy, and was about to leave for Qingzhou University today.

Every year, the Freshman Tournament is held in turn, and this year's Freshman Tournament happened to be held at Qingzhou University.

But before leaving, Ye Changfeng needed to take the team to meet the head of the Martial Arts Academy, Wei Tong.

Wei Tong is a writer, but as the dean, he naturally needs to brush up on his presence.He asked to meet the teams participating in this year's elite freshman competition and give a motivational speech before departure.

The dean's office is huge, and the first impression it gives people is that it is neat!

Inside the pen container is a specially made row of squares, and various pens are arranged in order of length to short.The books on the bookshelves are listed together with the same cover color, from high to low, and there is not even a gap between the books of each book.

Even the pile of used document papers on the desktop is stacked squarely, none of the paper is protruding, and the four corners are all aligned, as if they had been cut with a knife.

There is no trace of mess in this office, but it is very tidy, even - a bit morbidly tidy.

Xiang Beifei was surprised, but he couldn't help being a little puzzled. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, the dean who combed his hair with hairspray as if it was printed by a machine, and didn't even have a single strand of hair curled up.

[Host: Wei Tong]