Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 460 [Tree Heart] 29

Inspired by the "first level of Qi Refining", Liu Qi practiced diligently - one morning, when the purple light from the sun disappeared, he flopped down on the carpet and fell into a sound sleep zZZz.

My sleep is better after practicing.

Feng Lan and Liu Qi were practicing calmly in the room, while the aftermath of Yucheng had just begun.

The noise from early morning to morning was so loud that anyone who didn't sleep like a baby could hear it. Coupled with the sound of the soldiers in the city, armed and serious, rushing to the city walls, the sound of gunshots and strange roars, even a three-year-old would not mistake it for an exercise.

Those who have some connections in the city are all trying to find out what happened, whether Yucheng is going to be broken, and what the battle situation is like. Those who have a strong sense of crisis have already packed up their gold and silver valuables and are waiting to take advantage of the chaos to leave.

There were too many people on the city wall, and the enemy attacking the city was too unexpected, so it was difficult for Du Zhongzi to order them to keep silent.

There was no way to clear away the strange flowers and vines that had grown overnight on the city walls, and the white bones. And where did those strange dead bodies come from? Du Zhongzi wasn't blind; he recognized the uniforms of Marshal Ge's men. He sent people to Huicheng to inquire about the situation and issued an official written notice in Yucheng, at least to give the people a unified explanation. Whether they believed it or not was another matter.

The students in the city were also tough guys. Du Zhongzi was just asking people to find some Taoist priests in a nearby Taoist temple to perform a ritual to help the students with their souls being reborn when the students in the city started making trouble again. There were also those newspapers flying around like snowflakes. The business forces in Yucheng also invited him to dinner one by one, with the subtext that they wanted to ask him what happened in the battle this morning.

Du Zhongzi: "...they're just making trouble for me!"

"report!"

Someone came in with documents at the door. Du Zhongzi waved his hand and said, "Talk!"

"Marshal, the troops heading to the Dragon King Temple have arrived. They've burned a letter and issued a deadline to the Dragon King. If it doesn't rain before tonight, the Dragon King Temple will be demolished."

Du Zhongzi: “…”

"Boom—crash—"

Thunder could be heard outside the unzipped glass window. The dark clouds had been gathering for so long, and finally reached their peak and it started to rain.

Du Zhongzi listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the pane and felt his mind was as messy as the raindrops hitting the pane.

Good news: This Dragon King is somewhat effective.

The bad news: The good news is too good to be true.

Very good, now there is one more thing on the to-do list: to apologize to the old Dragon King.

...

"Let the civilians go through the secret passage first! Set up all the explosives for me! Damn it, he doesn't like bullets, he likes bombs, right?"

A middle-aged man with a bloody face shouted loudly. Feng Lan could barely make out from his features that this man seemed to be the Marshal. She was dazed for a moment and instantly realized that she was in a dream.

Looking around, Feng Lan was standing vaguely in mid-air. She took two steps casually. The unreal feeling of walking, relying solely on her imagination to move forward inexplicably - that was right, she was dreaming.

Feng Lan walked around the city wall. It was basically the same as what she saw during the day, except for many more bullet holes and the endless stream of dead bodies climbing up from outside the city wall.

This time, there was no her, no vines, no bean soldiers, only the soldiers of Yucheng.

The shrill alarm sounded throughout the sky above Yucheng. After a brief panic, most people followed the soldiers' instructions and left. Some people, the moment they heard the alarm, panicked and left in an orderly manner through their own secret passages.

As for those fools who didn't believe it, panicked and asked what had happened, and needed an explanation, and still stayed in the city running around, saying that they were going to find their family/loved ones/friends, the few soldiers who were there naturally wouldn't be kind enough to help.

After evacuating the crowd, some of them would leave at the back of the crowd, while others would return to the city wall to block the group of dead people who were almost impossible to defeat, just to delay and fight for a glimmer of hope.

More and more bodies fell on the city wall, and more and more tiny, almost invisible poisonous insects crawled into the chests of the dead...

Then the former comrades also stood up, staggering and roaring.

In order to avoid the situation where the enemy becomes larger and more numerous, Du Zhongzi could only give orders to preserve the living force as much as possible. The battle line retreated again and again, from the city wall to the street. After fighting for a long time, the survivors naturally found that only attacking the chest and spine of these dead people would be effective.

Feng Lan stood in mid-air, she was like a ghost, and could only watch everything happen quietly.

Finally, after a series of whistles signaled that most people had completed evacuation, Du Zhongzi detonated the chain explosives buried in Yucheng. Even if not all of them were killed, most of the dead people controlled by the poisonous insects had their bodies shattered, and no matter how strong they were, they could not crawl out of the deep rubble. Without anyone digging the rubble, the poisonous insects would slowly be exhausted to death here because they had no energy.

Feng Lan looked at the ruins of Yucheng quietly. After a moment, a mutilated bloody hand stretched out from the ruins, and a bloody man crawled out from the ruins. He was tall, and his torn military uniform was so stained with blood that the original color could not be seen. It could be vaguely seen that he seemed to be a middle-aged man. He crawled up from the ruins, but did not leave, and lingered quietly in the same place, not knowing what he was waiting for.

"Boom——"

A bolt of lightning struck the sky above Yucheng, and the next second, raindrops began to fall, washing away the stains on the bloody man's face, revealing Du Zhongzi's pale face.

“Hua La La…Hua Hua…”

"Ho ho..."

The rain flowed down the hair and cheeks into the collar of the chin, and then slid down the pale and rough fingertips. The motionless fingers moved.

Suddenly, as Du Zhongzi roared, the ruins behind him made a rustling sound.

After a while, a group of bloody men in yellow-green military uniforms crawled out from the ruins and silently crawled towards Du Zhongzi.

“Hua——la la la——”

A flash of lightning accompanied by heavier rain fell, and Feng Lan's eyes blurred.

wake up.

She opened her eyes and found herself still in Yucheng's guest room. Grayish light was filtering in from the window, and fine and dense raindrops were hitting the window. Slightly cool rain lines were blowing into the room along with the cold wind through the gaps in the window.

A bright white lightning flashed in the sky, and after a few seconds, there was a rumbling thunder.

It’s raining in the real Yucheng too.

Feng Lan silently circulated the Qi for a full cycle before she stood up. She transmitted the memory of this dream back to her body that was currently cultivating.

Are these the original world lines?

Feng Lan was not sure. It would be wrong to say that these were what the banyan tree should have seen. After all, she did not see the banyan tree in her dream.

But these dreams did touch the banyan tree's heart.

Feng Lan keenly guessed that she must have unknowingly embarked on a new destiny that was very different from the original banyan tree spirit but also overlapped with it.