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

Chapter 464 [Tree Heart] 33

Feng Lan smelled a hint of opium from the waiter, but it wasn't strong. It was probably due to the restaurant environment; he himself didn't smoke it.

This is naturally someone who is aware of the nature of opium as a drug. To put it bluntly, such people are accomplices of the evil.

Feng Lan chose a room at the east end of the second floor, which was the farthest from the smoking room downstairs, but she could still smell a faint odor. She simply set up a filtering barrier in the room, opened the window, and let the moonlight in. Feng Lan sat cross-legged in the moonlight, and Liu Qi followed her example and sat beside her, and the two practiced together.

The moonlight flowed into the room from the window like flowing water. Liu Qi calmed down, and in the hazy state, he seemed to feel a little inspiration.

How vast the world is. At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and the moonlight is like a silver thread. Liu Qi's heart is also calm and peaceful. He seems to have become this world, looking down at this ancient world from above for thousands and thousands of years.

Feng Lan's cultivation was interrupted by Liu Qi's breakthrough. She hurriedly finished her cultivation, immediately added a concealment formation to the room, and placed a low-grade spirit stone there. Then she quietly stepped aside and watched Liu Qi break through.

This was also the first time she witnessed a fairy breakthrough in this dungeon.

Her spiritual sense extended outside, and she saw the thin spiritual energy around the location centered on the restaurant which also served as an inn slowly gathering here. The moonlight in the sky also seemed to suddenly become brighter and more abundant. The huge moon hung low, occupying most of the window sill, as if she could touch the moon with just a stretch of her hand.

"The moon is so bright tonight, is it the fifteenth?"

"Why do I feel like the moon is getting closer to us..."

"It's so beautiful. The moonlight tonight reminds me of the night of our first date..."

"It's so bright, there's no need to turn on the lights! This is probably the brightest night in recent decades! This is really rare, thinking back to the past..."

Feng Lan recorded this scene.

In the bright moonlight, Liuqi sat cross-legged, his silver-gray fur was smoother than ever before, and his long tail was wrapped around his body. After half an hour, Liuqi opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his round golden pupils. His aura suddenly rose, and then suddenly fell back to the second level of Qi Refining.

The strange scene around him suddenly disappeared in the next second, the bright room returned to darkness, and Liu Qi let out a long breath of fresh air.

"call……"

"How does it feel to have a breakthrough?"

Feng Lan couldn't even break through the second level of Qi Refining. She only managed to produce some strange phenomena of heaven and earth when she was about to transform into human form at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Compared with the Six Wonders' formation, her world consciousness was too biased.

"Very good, very good," Liu Qi said, doing a few somersaults silently in the room, his eyes shining and his spirits high. "I've never felt so good before! I feel as light as a cloud! And I have several more spells in my head!"

Oh my god, the local goblins actually get a magic gift pack when they break through? Why doesn't she get one? Feng Lan nodded and praised Liu Qi, but in her heart she was complaining that the consciousness of this world was really stingy. Since she broke through, she had never seen anyone give her a small spell.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone was knocking on the door downstairs, but it was already the middle of the night. The restaurant's door was blocked with wooden boards and the lights were off. Everyone knew that the restaurant was closed, so who would knock on the door at this time?

Feng Lan's spiritual sense reached down and he saw a waiter on guard in the corner of the restaurant hall. There was a lamp on the table and the waiter was dozing off on the table. There was a loud knock on the door and he obviously heard it but he didn't move and even tried to make his breathing much softer.

"Dong dong dong dong."

"It's me. I brought money. I have enough money. Give me a puff..."

"Open the door, open the door..."

Feng Lan's spiritual sense extended outside the restaurant, but he did not see the person who was talking. He only saw a vague breath lingering in front of the restaurant door, and the voices came from its mouth.

This cloud of smoke-like mist kept changing. Sometimes it was a middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket, sometimes it turned into a merchant with long braids and a long gown, sometimes it turned into a woman in a Manchu costume, and even an old man!

The only thing they have in common is that these human figures are all very thin, an unhealthy kind of thinness.

The aura was cold and gloomy, and it was made up of many souls mixed together. Feng Lan guessed from their words that these people probably died from smoking opium.

This evil spirit knocked at the door of the restaurant for most of the night until dawn, when the rooster started crowing, and then it slowly disappeared.

After the noisy and resentful sound disappeared, the guy on duty moved, stood up quietly with some stiffness, tiptoed to the door and listened for a while. He was relieved when he confirmed that he didn't hear any sound.

"It's getting later and later," the waiter muttered to himself, counting on his fingers. "It's a cup of tea later than the previous few days. If it keeps going on like this..."

His face was pale, and he even had a hint of regret. There was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead. Combined with the dark circles under his eyes from staying up late, he looked like he had been drained of his energy. Feng Lan could see more. The guy's forehead was dark blue, and the yang fire on his shoulders was very weak. If he continued to stay up late like this, even if he held on at night and didn't respond to the movement at the door, he probably wouldn't live long.

Feng Lan swept his eyes across the entire store. He didn't notice it during the day, but at night, the yin energy in this place was much heavier than other places. It was the middle of summer, and there was such an obvious abnormality. He didn't know if he didn't notice it or had other plans.

Feng Lan thought about what happened in Wancheng yesterday: a love-hate triangle, an opium tycoon suspected of colluding with foreigners, and now a ghost seeking revenge. It was interesting, really interesting. Wancheng was not big, but there were a lot of things going on.

But the next day, something even more interesting happened.

At around seven o'clock in the morning, there were a lot of clanging sounds outside. After a while, the noise not only did not decrease, but became louder. It was followed by people talking, cheering, and occasionally the symphony of dogs barking.

"Fix it! Fix it! Start fixing it!"

"Great! Great!"

"Oh my god, we're going to have a port in Wancheng!"

"Go and see!"

People cheered and followed the transport truck in groups. When they arrived at the original mudflat, there were already several large ships transporting materials parked there. In front of the crowd, there were also several foreign cars parked. Several foreigners with dazzling blond hair and dark eyes were chatting enthusiastically.

Many people who were resting were also woken up and opened the windows to look outside.

In the early morning, on the pitch-black river surface, the large ships looked like silent steel behemoths in the silhouette of the sunrise. Suddenly, as the crowd grew, several headlights on the ships lit up, instantly illuminating the mudflat.

It also illuminated the busy workers unloading cargo under the ship. Compared to the ship, they were as small as ants.

The wind brought the smell of coal slag from the ship. Feng Lan sniffed and narrowed his eyes.

She also smelled a bitter, burnt aroma.

Or rather, the smell of opium.

(All the plots in Wancheng are designed for novels. Please do not bring them into reality or make any regional discrimination. Please discuss in a friendly manner.)