bestfiction Chapter 174 I really want to sleep
Chapter 174 I really want to sleep
The demonic flower seemed even more alluring, swaying gently in the air. The flesh beneath it writhed and healed its wounds, and the spider beneath it had completely become its body.
The supervisor struggled to crawl toward the exit, but his mind was in a daze, and without realizing it, his crawling route completely deviated, and he actually crawled toward the exit that Zhong Ming had left.
Suddenly, I saw two legs approaching from a distance, and I instinctively shouted, "Don't come any closer... Throw the rope and drag me out!"
After saying that one sentence, he exhaled the last breath of air from his lungs, and had no strength left to speak.
Zhong Ming strode towards the battlefield; the demonic flower's attack range almost covered the entire hall, and red light spread.
He had no idea that the spider had turned into a flower, but he remembered the red light—it meant certain death upon seeing it or touching it. He dared not go in, but standing at the doorway with only an arm showing was still an option.
"Red pupil!"
"I'm here."
Zhong Ming approached the door without looking inside, recalling the location of the small room in his mind, and put down the large box he was carrying.
The large box naturally contained artillery shells taken from next door.
"Okay!"
Zhong Ming picked up a cannonball, which was long and very heavy, and gritted his teeth as he threw it into the doorway.
"Senior, catch it."
"Okay, okay, okay."
Old Umbrella stretched his hand out of the room, touched the cannonball, and then quickly pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted, fearing that if he were exposed to the red light a few more times, his hand would be gone.
"I've activated the cannonball and loaded it." With a thought, Old Umbrella channeled his spiritual power into the spiritual runes that had been engraved on the cannonball, releasing the restrictions on it. Now, even a violent collision could potentially trigger a horrific accident.
The shell was loaded into the chamber, and Lao San was about to take aim.
"Don't move." Akame reached out and stopped him. Her hands, which were strong enough to draw a bow just a moment ago, were now so weak that she couldn't even lift them.
Blood and tears were spilled all over the ground, forming a small pool of blood on the bricks.
"What if you don't aim? You'll just shoot randomly, little girl. You've never been a spotter before, don't shoot randomly..."
"Three points to the left, fire."
"Hey, I told you, but you still wouldn't listen, really..."
"Don't even think about it."
"Huh?" Before Old Umbrella could process what was happening, Red Eyes suddenly screamed. Her voice was so high-pitched and shrill that it made one's teeth ache. Whether you said she used supernatural powers or that her voice was unpleasant, after that scream, Old Umbrella's mind went blank.
"Fire."
The veteran did as instructed without thinking.
With a loud "BOOM!!!", a pure white flash appeared in the huge cannon barrel, like the sun rising on the endless ice surface of the Arctic, reflecting the white light.
The spiritual energy, carrying the cannonballs, surged forth with unparalleled power, dominating everything.
If there is any power within this secret realm that surpasses the Foundation Establishment stage, it is only this: the Spirit Power Cannon, equivalent to the combined attack of countless peak Qi Refining cultivators, fiercely striking the enemy.
Soul? What would a cannonball need a soul for?
It passed through the deadly red light without any hindrance, crashing into the red flower, instantly shattering the monster's body into pieces.
The spiritual energy raged, and the fragments tore apart the mangled body, shattering the mysterious spiritual energy pathways.
The demonic flower swayed and drooped. In an unseen realm, a powerful soul shockwave instantly spread out, and the people writhing on the floor of the hall instantly lost consciousness.
Every change in the divine treasure will bring devastating disaster to the souls of the surrounding creatures.
Even though Zhong Ming was standing at the door, far enough away from the other party, his mind was completely blank, as if it had been filled with mercury.
In the dim light, a female voice was heard shouting, "Quihong, take it."
At my feet, in the direction from which the cannonball was thrown, a jade bottle rolled over.
What...?
Zhong Ming's mind was foggy. He stepped forward, bent down, picked up the jade bottle, and looked around blankly.
Hey, that thing looks pretty good.
Zhong Ming looked at the place where the flower was. Countless energies were contracting, the flesh and blood were shriveling, the petals lost their luster and withered rapidly, and all the essence flowed back to the very center of the flower, condensing in a tiny spore.
When it suffers a fatal blow before it is fully mature, this divine soul will not die immediately. Instead, it will gather all its energy and transform into a seed again. If it can survive the crisis, it will invade the monster's body again under the right circumstances and reincarnate again until it successfully evolves into its complete form.
Now, a man carrying a jade bottle, the only one standing in the room, swayed as he walked over. Acting entirely on instinct, he placed the finger-sized, bright red spores into the jade bottle and hid it in what he considered the safest storage stone—his dentures. Then…
I feel so sleepy, my upper and lower eyelids are fighting each other.
My head is spinning, I really want to take a nap.
Zhong Ming lay down on the ground, closed his eyes for a second, and then suddenly woke up with a start, sitting up abruptly.
He reached out and grabbed a withered petal, then placed it over his navel.
Ah, that's right, time to sleep!
......
The hall was silent. After Chi Tong was exhausted, he collapsed onto the cannon. Lao San was completely unconscious after the shell exploded. His head hit the ground hard, and now he had a large bump on his forehead and the back of his head, evenly distributed.
Only the sound of bells indicates that he is in a deep sleep.
The problem is... he's a heavy sleeper, restless, and keeps turning over in his sleep. It's not a big deal; being too excited, too nervous, or too tired can all cause this. When we were kids, kicking off the covers or turning over was fine, at most we'd just roll off the bed and wake up.
But today... this bed is huge.
Zhong Ming was just short of finishing the thirty-one mortal forms of the Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique in his dream.
In his dream, he was lying comfortably on a large white jade bed he had never seen before, feeling incredibly relaxed.
Children from poor families have no idea what kind of life great cultivators live. It's like an old farmer thinking that an emperor uses a golden hoe to till the land. Zhong Ming is now a great cultivator meditating on a white jade bed the size of a lake!
I tossed and turned in my dream for a long time, enjoying myself immensely, but in reality, I've long since forgotten about it and am nowhere to be found.
When the others arrived to provide support, they saw the tragic scene and witnessed a desperate victory. They couldn't help but feel more respect for those present and quickly began to transfer the wounded.
The healers are the busiest people right now, with wounded people everywhere. Everyone has plenty of medicine, but the injuries don't follow the medical books. The complex and compound injuries are beyond the scope of the wounded people's ability to treat themselves, and the warehouse is in complete chaos.
After an unknown amount of time, when Zhong Ming woke up, he found himself, Chi Tong, and Yue Kaishan sleeping side by side on the ground. With the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed, they could be considered to be "sharing the same bed."