Chapter 77 Boy Meeting Weak Support

As the last ray of black air was drawn out, the boy's rapid breathing gradually slowed down.

The king's long sword pointed at various parts of the young man's body. The young man groaned in pain several times while unconscious, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of black blood. Wang Jixuan accurately caught it with an alloy basin and burned it all with real fire.

Done.

Although it took a lot of mana, the root cause of this young man's illness has been eradicated.

Wang Jixuan took out two talismans. The requiem talisman was pasted on the young man's forehead, and the demon-sealing talisman was pasted on the piece of frozen meat. He then held the frozen meat and considered it carefully.

There is no formed remnant soul of the blade beast in it, but the pure power of resentment.

It's not appropriate to say resentment. It's more like...a kind of southern Xinjiang witchcraft similar to the cultivation world?

Does the Blade Beast tribe itself have this kind of witchcraft mechanism? Or is it the resentment generated by the remnant souls in the crystal core when Thirteen uses it?

Wang Daozhang is still not sure about this and needs to continue to study.

The 'Crystal Core' magic weapon he uses does not need to pay much attention to the remnant soul of the blade beast in the crystal core. If this thing jumps out, he will kill it directly.

But the crystal core used in the great sword he forged for Lingtong had to exorcise the remnant soul of the bladed beast within it in advance.

'Keep studying. There is no limit to learning, and the time for meditation is not enough.'

Wang Jixuan waited for a while, and the young man's complexion changed from pale to rosy.

Wang Jixuan took back the requiem charm, tidied up the toilet, turned and left the room.

The supply station was peaceful.

Lingtong huddled on the sofa next to the console and took a nap.

Deep in the sea, Red Snake, a husband and wife half-human mecha team, are playing Wan Xiaoqi's game console in the corner. They are laughing and joking, and their relationship is very good.

These two eldest brothers and eldest sisters have their own logistics teams and mobile supply stations. Now they came here specially to guard them and eat and drink while they were there.

Not only did they come to support, Zheng Shiduo brought seven or eight psykers from his own team to live in a tin house near the supply depot.

The National Defense Force deployed 300 soldiers and placed the military camp directly outside the supply depot.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.

That old commissioner obviously put great pressure on the military.

Uncle Tai came over with two cups of industrial coffee and asked in a low voice: "How is this young man doing?"

Wang Daochang didn't like drinking this stuff, but he still took a glass of it.

"He's fine now. He won't die without the need for a nutrition bin. He can live for at least twenty or thirty years."

"That's great! He can affect the bladed beasts! It's a killer weapon!"

Uncle Tai lowered his voice and whispered:

"How do I feel, Teacher Wang, why do you know everything? Is alien technology really that comprehensive?"

"Is there any?"

Wang Jixuan said seriously:

"I just read a lot in the past. I still want to continue to learn from you on the path of becoming a mechanic."

"Easy to say, easy to say, cough!"

Uncle Tai held his head high and became proud instantly.

He thought of something serious and said seriously:

"Lingtong has just gone to bed, so don't disturb her for now. Can you take a look at this?

"We have installed a bunch of surveillance cameras at the Psychic House, and they are having a meeting right now.

"As for matters other than logistics, the two of us don't dare to make random decisions."

Taoist Wang immediately became interested.

Miss Wan ran over and asked in a low voice: "Do you need me to do anything for this boy?"

"Prepare some new clothes for him."

Wang Jixuan said:

"We need to expand the supply station and give him a warmer room.

"He is now a real B-level psyker. He is considered a telepathic psyker. Some precautions need to be taken to keep him out of sight."

Sister Wan immediately said: "Understood, the three officers have made an appointment to take turns here. I will immediately send two large boxes over and open them up together."

"Hard."

"Um……"

Sister Wan pointed in the direction of Lingtong and whispered:

"She didn't turn on the sentry mode. Do you, a young man, really don't need to take a thin quilt or your manly clothes to cover our children in a gentle and considerate way?"

"this……"

Auntie's eyes became sharp.

Wang Daochang leaned back slightly: "Will she catch a cold?"

Sister Wan narrowed her eyes and said: "Ex Machina's body is very fragile, but the mechanical transformation part is stronger. She has a soft heart."

Uncle Tai was laughing beside him.

Daochang Wang was defeated in Sister Wan's eyes.

Half a minute later.

Lingtong, who had gone from a nap to a deep sleep, subconsciously wrapped himself in a thin quilt and curled up his long legs to better adapt to the width of the sofa.

In the corner of the supply station, two half-human mechas, Daochang Wang, Uncle Tai and Wan Xiaoqi, sat neatly in folding chairs, staring at the fixed screen in front of them, listening to the movements coming from inside.

The picture displayed on the fixed screen is exactly the meeting room of the Psychic House at this moment.

The old man, Commissioner Wei Lin, was wearing gray clothes and sitting at the head of the conference table. The thermos cup in front of him was steaming slightly with white gas.

…

Wei Lin was taking a sip of tea slowly.

Different from the common technology in the fortress, which is to synthesize caffeine, tea and tobacco are not rare items in the psychic city.

Wei Lin was looking at the young psychics standing on both sides. He felt obviously much happier and called out:

"Bonji?"

"Commissioner Wei," Uncle Feng, who was wearing a Tang suit, responded with a smile.

"Sit down," Wei Linzheng said softly, "Don't be so formal. This is our internal closed-door meeting."

"Okay, okay," Uncle Feng sat on the left, "Thank you, Commissioner."

Boom!

Wei Lin was tapping his fingers on the table. Several psykers in the corner lost control of their bodies at the same time, with frightened expressions on their faces. They stood up tremblingly and slowly walked to the right side of the conference table.

Boom.

Wei Linzheng's fingertips touched the table, and these people knelt down.

"Are you the old people stationed here?"

Several people nodded tremblingly.

"Very good, I'll ask, you answer, don't say half a word of nonsense, I hate inefficiency."

Wei Lin was leaning back on the chair and said slowly:

"Explain Kong Nu's death and tell you what you know."

These psychics spoke hurriedly, talking about the events they knew about, and reconstructed Kong Nu's death to a certain extent.

The agreement between Kong Nu and Professor Zhuang, the illegal laboratory set up underground in the Black Fire Gang's territory, the Black Fire Gang's business, Kong Nu's method of transporting large amounts of materials to the outside world, Kong Nu's plot by the retired officials in the fortress...

In addition to these things that Wang Jixuan already knew, these psychics also revealed some not-so-dramatic information.

"After Minister Kong got drunk with us, he even boasted to us that he had a backer in the Psychic City... a deputy team leader named Pan."

"Pan? Deputy team leader? I have no impression. There are simply too many team leaders and deputy team leaders in the Psychic City."

Wei Lin looked dissatisfied and said calmly:

"These ordinary human researchers like to form cliques and have no idea of ​​their own position at all.

"The heads of each fortress station and each war zone are ordinary human researchers. It's just a compromise between us and the defense force. Does Kong Nu really think they are in charge now?"

Uncle Feng nodded immediately: "That's right! These researchers often don't know their position clearly!"

Wei Linzheng didn't respond and asked these people again: "Tell me about the psychics in the military."

Wang Jixuan, who was in front of the monitoring screen, immediately became interested after hearing this.
To be continued...