The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 529: Divine Kingdom Elite
At this time, Kuang Bowen had just woken up, and a strong feeling of hunger surged in his stomach, and his mind was dizzy.

Although he tried his best to control himself, he inevitably fell backwards and hit the corner of the table. Then he fell heavily to the ground with a thud, making another muffled sound.

Because the two sounds were so loud, Xiaoyun, who lived in the backyard of Qingyun Pavilion, heard them immediately. She ran over and knocked on the door, anxiously asking, "Brother Bowen, how are you?"

However, there was no response from inside the door, and when I pushed it, it was locked.

Xiaoyun's heart tightened. After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth, quickly returned to the workshop to get tools, and pried open the door.

It was dark inside the door, and there was a strong smell of blood. She was startled and turned on the spirit lamp in her hand to shine into the room. She was immediately horrified and almost cried out.

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, her eyes wide open, looking nervously at Kuang Bowen in front of her.

He was covered in blood, his flesh was festering, especially his head. There was a big gash at the place where he had just been hit, blood was gushing out, and even the broken skull and vaguely visible brain tissue were exposed.

After seeing all this, Xiaoyun became even more frightened, and because of the strong smell of blood in her nose, she felt nauseous.

"Help me..." Kuang Bowen said weakly, slowly releasing the hand that was covering her mouth.

"How can I help you?" Xiaoyun asked tremblingly, with a hint of panic in her voice.

Kuang Bowen's next words shocked her.

"Help me take something out of my brain. I really can't find it..."

Xiaoyun's face turned pale instantly, and she finally understood that the miserable condition of Kuang Bowen was caused by himself.

I'm afraid he just hit his head, so he reached in...

She didn't dare to think about it any further, as she would collapse if she thought about it any more.

"But... I don't know anything about medicine, and is it really okay for you to bleed like this?" Xiaoyun tried to remain calm, but her voice was still trembling.

"It's okay," Kuang Bowen said with difficulty, "I'm not an ordinary person, do as I say."

After that, he moved to the bedside and lay down, took out a pair of pliers and a spirit lamp from the storage bag, firmly handed the tools to Xiaoyun, and whispered, "Let's get started."

Xiaoyun bit her lip and took the tools with trembling hands, her hands almost uncontrollable.

Seeing that she was still not moving, Kuang Bowen sighed and said weakly: "Why not go find Li Xing and come over. Don't scare you. It's my fault."

Li Xing is another weapon-refining apprentice. He is probably already asleep by now and there is no sound at all.

Xiaoyun shook her head when she heard this and said firmly: "No, I'll do it."

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, held the pliers, and slowly reached towards Kuang Bowen's head: "What are you looking for?"

"A black crystal." Kuang Bowen's voice became weaker and weaker, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

Xiaoyun nodded, took a deep breath, and started to work.

After a long while, she gently grasped a hard object with her pliers and took it out, and it turned out to be a black crystal.

At this time, Kuang Bowen was already dying. His fingers trembled slightly as he took the crystal, and his lips were pale and bloodless.

"I'm sorry... I messed up your mind." Xiaoyun said carefully, feeling guilty for her clumsiness.

Kuang Bowen smiled wanly: "It's okay, thank you... Come and help me bandage it."

"Oh, alright."

"I have one more request..." Kuang Bowen's voice was almost inaudible.

"Brother Bowen, please go ahead. There's no need to be so polite." Xiaoyun responded quickly.

"Can you help me buy a few dozen hot buns from the stall in the alley later?"

……

At the same time, in the Cangshui Stream, Wen Weilan was eating a big bag of hot buns and finally recovered a lot of strength.

She hadn't originally planned to come tonight, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to Shengsheng's request.

As soon as he left Qixuan Mountain, he immediately sensed the call and came here in a hurry.

There are more and more people in Cangshuijian now. Fortunately, it is the middle of the night and the people in Xiaoxiang Tower nearby have set up a mind-distorting ban. The outside world will not notice the gathering of a large crowd. Even if someone notices it, they will just treat it as an ordinary night market party and ignore it.

Everyone who came in was covered with a layer of ink, as if they were in the Painting of Eight Views of Xiaoxiang, and they could not see each other's true identities.

The same is true for Wen Weilan.

After all, there are many hidden threads of Xiaoxiang Tower here, which cannot be exposed at will, even between each other.

She couldn't help but wonder what urgent matter might have happened tonight that had caused Xiaoxiang Tower to hastily gather so many people.

As time went by, there were no new arrivals, and nearly a hundred people had gathered in the venue. A waterfall of ink fell at the door, which was obviously a signal to close the door.

"I am very grateful to you for coming here so late at night."

A calm voice sounded, and it was impossible to tell the gender, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

Everyone looked forward and saw a man with his face covered with rice paper and wearing an ink-painted robe. He appeared in front of them silently, as if he had walked out of a painting.

They knew who was in front of them, so they shouted respectfully in unison:

"Lord Landlord!"

The owner of Xiaoxiang Tower raised his hand to suppress the chaotic voices and said, "Very good, everyone who should come has come. Those who didn't come probably had doubts about the Kingdom of God, so there's no need to say that..."

A middle-aged man's rough voice immediately responded loudly: "Master, you are right! We have come all the way to Chang'an for the great cause of the Kingdom of God, and we have absolutely no doubts!"

"That's right, loyalty is the same!" a woman echoed immediately afterwards.

These two voices sounded somewhat familiar to Wen Weilan.

But before he could think about it, his thoughts were interrupted by the chorus of other people talking in agreement.

"Whatever the OP needs, we are willing to serve you and eliminate the rebels!"

"That's right. The Kingdom of God will not tolerate traitors!"

"If you all have this intention, the prosperity of the Kingdom of God is just around the corner." The host spoke with a faint smile in his voice.

Then, the subject changed.

"The Hades already knows your loyalty, and since you are able to come to Chang'an, you are all elites of the Kingdom of God, so the Hades has bestowed a special gift on you, which will be distributed to you by someone."

As he spoke, countless tiny dots of ink floated out of the host's hands and fell into the hands of everyone.

Wen Weilan looked down and saw that there was an extra key in her hand.

"You are all ghosts now, but some of you have already controlled ghosts, but only one ghost, and some of you have not even had the opportunity to control ghosts. I believe that everyone wants to become stronger, and the reconstruction of the kingdom of God requires even greater strength from you." The host said slowly, "You should be anxious too..."

These words struck a chord with many people. For a moment, figures swayed and whispers began to rise.

"But it doesn't matter. There is a treasure trove that is ready and open to everyone." The host said calmly.

When everyone heard this, their blood boiled immediately, and the keys in their hands seemed to symbolize a great opportunity.

"That is……"

"The warehouse of the General Weaving Administration!" announced the host.

Suddenly, there was an uproar, and many people looked at the keys in their hands with disbelief on their faces.

"Host, are you saying that we can use this key to open the door of the warehouse?" someone asked.

Wen Weilan's breathing also stagnated, and she was amazed that Xiaoxiang Tower's hand could actually stretch so long.

"Of course..." the host said softly, "Not only can I open the door, but I can also help you find a strange object that suits you best."

After hearing this, everyone was even more excited and wanted to take action immediately.

However, the next words of the poster were like a bucket of cold water poured down.

"As for how to enter the Weaving General Administration, that depends on your own ability."

In an instant, the enthusiasm in the venue disappeared by half.

"The Weaving General Administration is the most heavily guarded place. How can we get in alone?" someone muttered.

"Yeah... We are new here, just ordinary people, how is it possible!"

"That's it!"

"So you want to be ordinary people for the rest of your life?" the host said coldly, with a hint of pressure in his words.

"This is an important arrangement of the Kingdom of God. At the same time, it is also a test. The Kingdom of God needs elites who can take on important responsibilities. If you can't even do this small task, forget about your dream of being promoted to an official position or a noble title."

The poster had said this, so of course no one dared to disobey. They could only hold the key in their hands silently, thinking about how to open the treasure house that all the weirdos dreamed of.

Some people are smarter and are already looking for people around them to form a team.

"However, please note that this is limited in time." Seeing that everyone has regained some enthusiasm, the host said, "The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th is the limit."

The whole audience was shocked. It was only ten days away from the Mid-Autumn Festival. Could it really be done?

Wen Weilan pondered for a moment and decided to go find the man and woman whose voices she had just noticed were familiar.