Chapter 529 Elites of the Kingdom of God
At this time, Kuang Bowen had just woken up, a strong sense of hunger surged in his belly, and his mind was in a daze.
Although he tried his best to control himself, he still inevitably fell back and hit the corner of the table. Then he fell heavily to the ground with a thud and another muffled sound.
Because these two sounds were so loud, Xiaoyun, who also lived in the backyard of Qingyun Pavilion, heard it immediately and hurriedly knocked on the door and asked anxiously: "Brother Bowen, how are you? ”
However, there was no response from the door, and the door was locked even after I pushed it.
Xiaoyun's heart tightened, and after thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth, quickly returned to the workshop to get tools, and pried open the door.
The door was dark, and there was a strong smell of blood. She was startled, and turned on the spirit bead lamp in her hand to shine into the room. She was so frightened that she almost screamed.
At this moment, a bloody hand suddenly covered her mouth, and Kuang Bowen's weak voice came from the darkness: "Don't make a sound."
Xiaoyun nodded, his eyes widened, and he looked nervously at Kuang Bowen in front of him.
He was covered in blood, and his skin and flesh were ulcerated, especially his head. There was a big hole where the impact had just occurred, and blood gushed out, even revealing a broken skull and vaguely visible brain tissue.
After seeing this clearly, Xiaoyun was even more frightened, and because of the strong smell of blood in his nose, he felt nauseated.
"Help me..." Kuang Bowen said weakly, and slowly released the hand covering her mouth.
"What can I help you with?" Xiaoyun asked tremblingly, with a hint of panic in his voice.
Kuang Bowen’s next words made her heart tremble.
"Help me, take something out of my head, I really can't find it..."
Xiaoyun's face turned pale instantly, and she finally understood that the tragic situation of Kuang Bowen in front of her was actually caused by him.
I'm afraid he hit his head just now, so he reached in...
She didn't dare to think about it anymore, she would collapse if she thought about it any more.
"But... I don't understand medicine. Besides, does it really not matter if you are bleeding like this?" Xiaoyun tried to calm down, but her voice was still trembling.
"It doesn't matter," Kuang Bowen said with difficulty, "I'm not an ordinary person, just do as I say."
After saying that, he moved to the bed and lay down, took out a pair of pliers and a spiritual bead lamp from the storage bag, firmly handed the tools into Xiaoyun's hands, and whispered: "Let's get started."
Xiaoyun bit her lip and took the tool tremblingly, her hands barely able to control her movements.
Seeing that she didn't move, Kuang Bowen sighed and said weakly: "How about you go find Li Xing and come over. Don't scare you. It's my fault."
< br>Li Xing is another weapon-making apprentice. He must have fallen asleep long ago without making any sound.
When Xiaoyun heard this, he shook his head and said firmly: "No, I will do it."
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, held the pliers, and slowly stretched out to Kuang Bowen's head: "What are you looking for?"
"A black crystal." Kuang Bowen's voice became more and more intense. Weak, as if blown away by the wind.
Xiaoyun nodded, took a deep breath, and started to do it.
After a while, her pliers gently grasped a hard object, and when she took it out, she saw that it was a black crystal.
At this time, Kuang Bowen was already dying. His fingers were trembling slightly as he took the crystal, and his lips were pale and bloodless.
"I'm sorry...I messed up your brain." Xiaoyun said carefully, feeling very guilty for his clumsiness.
Kuang Bowen smiled palely: "It's okay, thank you...come and bandage it for me."
"Oh, okay."
" I have a heartfelt request..." Kuang Bowen's voice was almost inaudible.
“Brother Bowen, please tell me, you don’t have to be so polite.” Xiaoyun responded hurriedly.
"Can you help me buy dozens of hot buns from the stall in the alley later?"
......
At the same time, in Cangshui Stream, Wen Weilan took the Chewing on a big bag of hot buns, I finally regained a lot of strength.
She didn’t expect to come tonight, otherwise she wouldn’t agree to Shengsheng.
As soon as I exited Qixuan Mountain, I immediately sensed the call and came in a hurry.
Now there are more and more people in Cangshui Stream. Fortunately, it is midnight, and there are people in Xiaoxiang Tower nearby who have set up restrictions to distort their thinking. The outside world will not notice the gathering of large crowds, and even if someone notices it, they will just take it as a warning. It was an ordinary night market party, thus ignoring the past.
Everyone who comes in is covered with a layer of ink, as if they are in the Eight Scenes of Xiaoxiang, and each other's true identity cannot be seen clearly.
The same goes for Wen Weilan.
After all, there are many hidden threads here in Xiaoxiang Tower, which cannot be exposed at will, even between each other.
She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, what urgent matter was there tonight that caused Xiaoxiang Tower to summon so many people in a hurry.
As time passed, there were finally no new arrivals, and nearly a hundred people had gathered in the venue. An ink waterfall falls at the door, which is obviously a signal to close the door.
"I am very grateful to you for coming late at night."
A calm voice sounded, and the gender could not be heard. There was no way to distinguish between male and female.
Everyone looked forward, and saw a man covered with rice paper and wearing an ink robe, appearing quietly in front of him, as if he was walking out of a painting.
They knew who the person in front of them was, so they shouted respectfully in unison:
"Your Majesty, the host!"
The host of Xiaoxiang Building raised his hand, suppressed the chaotic noise, and spoke Said: "Very good, everything that should come has come. Those who didn't come, I think they have doubts about the Kingdom of God, so there is no need..."
A middle-aged man's rough voice immediately shouted loudly He responded: "The poster is serious! I came all the way to Chang'an just for the great cause of the Kingdom of God. I have no doubts!"
"Yes, I am loyal!" A woman followed closely behind. echoed.
These two voices fell into Wen Weilan's ears, and he felt somewhat familiar.
But before I could think about it, my thoughts were quickly interrupted by the echoes of others.
"What does the poster need? We are willing to serve the poster and eliminate the rebellion!"
"Exactly, the Kingdom of God will not tolerate those who rebel!"
" If you have this intention, the prosperity of the Kingdom of God will be just around the corner." The host said with a light smile in his voice.
Immediately, the conversation changed.
"Pluto has long known your loyalty, and all of you who can come to Chang'an are elites of the Kingdom of God. Therefore, Pluto has specially sent down gifts to be distributed to you by someone."
As he said this, the host Countless small ink dots floated out of the hands and fell into everyone's hands one after another.
Wen Weilan looked down and saw a key in his hand.
"You are now a guile, but some have already resisted guile, but only have one guile, and some have not even had the chance to resist guile. I believe that everyone has the desire to become stronger, and the Kingdom of God will be rebuilt We need more strength from you," the host said slowly, "You should be anxious too..."
These words hit the hearts of many people, and for a moment the figures swayed, and rustling whispers gradually began to rise.
“But it doesn’t matter, now a treasure house is ready and open to everyone.” The host said calmly.
When everyone heard this, their hearts suddenly boiled with excitement, and the key in their hands seemed to symbolize a great opportunity.
"That is..."
"The warehouse of the General Administration of Textiles!" the poster announced.
Suddenly, there was an uproar, and many people looked at the keys in their hands with disbelief on their faces.
"Owner, are you saying that we can use this key to open the door to the warehouse?" someone asked.
Wen Weilan's breathing also stagnated, sighing that Xiaoxianglou's hand could be stretched so long.
"Of course..." the host said softly, "Not only can it open the door, but it can also help you find a strange object that suits you best."
After hearing this, everyone was even more excited. , I can’t wait to take action immediately.
However, what the host said next was like a bucket of cold water poured down on him.
"As for how to enter the General Administration of Textiles, it depends on your own ability."
In an instant, half of the enthusiasm in the venue subsided.
“The General Administration of Weaving is the most heavily guarded place. How could we possibly enter?” Someone whispered.
"Yes... We are just here, ordinary people, how is this possible!"
"That's right!"
"So do you want to be ordinary people for the rest of your life?" the host said coldly, with a hint of coercion in his words.
“This is an important arrangement of the Kingdom of God, and at the same time, it is also a trial. What the Kingdom of God needs are elites who can shoulder heavy responsibilities. If you can’t even do this small task, you will be promoted to an official. Don’t even think about Jue’s sweet dream.”
The host also mentioned this, so of course everyone had no choice but to hold the key silently, thinking about how to open the place that all weirdos dream of. treasury.
There are also some people who are smarter and are already looking for people next to them to form a team.
"However, please note that this is time-limited." Seeing that everyone had regained some enthusiasm, the host added, "On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, this is the time limit."
The whole audience suddenly stopped. In an uproar, there are only ten days until the Mid-Autumn Festival. Can it really be done?
Wen Weilan pondered, determined to find the man and woman whose voices she noticed just now were familiar.