Lingzhang

Chapter 79 Scored twice
After walking out of the safe house, Yue Hanzhang walked along the twisting narrow alley for a long time, still savoring the delicious food he had just eaten.

To be honest, this was the first decent meal Yue Hanzhang had ever eaten in his life, since he had crossed the boundary between life and death in the past and had walked through all these years with difficulty.

Finally it’s not rice or flour paste anymore.

He almost forgot what it felt like when those delicious flavors exploded on his taste buds.

The moment the first piece of tender beef entered his mouth, Yue Hanzhang's surging emotions triggered the melody of his mechanized mind.

It was very rare that under the impact of such emotions, Yue Hanzhang could hardly keep his thoughts and consciousness coherent.

The interweaving of past and present lives began to run rampant in his mind. As his memories surged, those messy images flashed through his thoughts at double speed, as if he was just passing by.

Is it the addition of technology?

Has the extraordinary path developed to culinary arts?

Damn it, how could it give me hallucinations?

Yue Hanzhang found it hard to imagine whether he would have agreed to it as readily if the deal Huang Zhishu had proposed at the beginning was not thirty-seven secret martial arts, but thirty-seven high-quality meals.

The same is true.

If the Zhu family of Tengxia had made it clear earlier about the food and accommodation benefits, would I have agreed to it sooner, and wouldn't all these troubles have happened later?
Of course, this is just a joking thought that comes to mind after a full meal when I feel lazy.

What really made Yue Hanzhang unable to say whether he regretted or was worried was actually another consideration -

Was this meal too hasty? This made me wonder how I would treat the rice and flour porridge in the future. And it seemed that Yue Hanzhang would have to eat the rice and flour porridge for a long time.

Forget the front, forget the middle, forget the back.

"...if I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness..."

As expected, I was too careless. I should find a way to get two more meals before the game is over.

I was thinking about this casually along the way.

Yue Hanzhang walked through the narrow alleys with his hands behind his back, looking very familiar with the place. However, he did not return to the shantytown. On the contrary, Yue Hanzhang walked towards the outer edge of the city ring.

That was the direction of the Second East Gate, where Yue Hanzhang had frequently worked before, and also the direction of the crematorium where a commotion had occasionally occurred.

Even though it was already getting dark and he had missed the usual working time, Yue Hanzhang still decided to come here to "do some shopping" and "recharge".

During these days, Yue Hanzhang's momentum was as high as boiling oil on a raging fire. The convergence of a vast sea of ​​​​dao light allowed him to run his mechanical brain and have fun with multi-threaded operation.

However, such drastic loss also caused the electricity that Yue Hanzhang had accumulated earlier to be drastically consumed.

The computing power has increased dramatically, and the amount of electricity consumed is huge.

It sounds like suppressing one problem only to have another one pop up.

But there is no way, the cheat still has to be turned on.

It's fun to cheat for a while, and it's always fun to cheat all the time.

Yue Hanzhang was also afraid that when the thirty-seven secret martial arts were being disassembled and reassembled at a critical moment, the mechanical brain would fail due to power failure.

Moreover, he has not studied the principles and mechanisms of the power outage.

What if, like those unlucky office workers in my previous life, I had finished 99% of the project documents, but suddenly there was a power outage and I hadn’t saved anything at all? Then I had to start all over again after restarting the computer.

It is also foreseeable that once all the thirty-seven secret martial arts are unlocked by Huang Zhishu, Yue Hanzhang's abundant multi-threaded computing power will be used to the fullest.

Behind this, there is bound to be a massive amount of "electricity" supporting it.

Thinking of this, Yue Hanzhang's steps towards the outskirts of the city became much lighter.

Gradually, when the unique mist mixed with blood and smoke filled the cold night, Yue Hanzhang was already in the dark side of the city.

I didn't walk along the usual route to work.

If there is anything more beneficial for Yue Hanzhang from this frequent work, it is that as a cleaner, Yue Hanzhang often has to take care of every corner of this place which is more desolate than the shantytowns and abandoned safe houses.

Yue Hanzhang was even more familiar with many details of this area than the warriors who traveled here all year round to make a living.

With just a few simple steps and turns, Yue Hanzhang's ghostly figure soon appeared in an empty and deserted narrow alley. Then, Yue Hanzhang exerted force suddenly and jumped into the air.

Like a nimble fox leaping across the river, or a fierce tiger leaping across a ravine.

With just one extremely flexible leap, Yue Hanzhang silently turned over the high wall of the narrow alley and landed in an empty and deserted courtyard.

After walking a few steps forward, Yue Hanzhang was walking towards the door, stepping on the broken stone slabs on the ground.

The door was tightly closed, and was covered with gray and rust. Perhaps when the door was built in the past, some leftover materials of special alloys were mixed in.

Even though it has been rusted to this extent, it is still very tough and does not show any deformation at all. In fact, the growth of rust has made the originally tightly closed door seem to "grow" together completely.

The only thing was that the original keyhole had been corroded by rust because the materials used were inferior, leaving a gap wide enough for people to look outside.

Moreover, because the rust spreads naturally on it, it is very clear to see from the inside, but from the outside, unless you get close to the gap of the keyhole, it is difficult to find this hidden observation position.

When Yue Hanzhang looked out, he saw the crematorium standing not far away, and the main road leading to the crematorium was outside the keyhole, right in front of Yue Hanzhang.

If a ball of gilded thread passes by, a certain distance and direct gaze can ensure that the mechanical brain resonates with it.

This is the perfect place to recharge your battery that Yue Hanzhang had already selected for himself.

Yue Hanzhang moved a stone pillar originally placed in the center of the courtyard to the front of the door and sat there. Then, it was time to "wait and see". Fortunately, such a long waiting time was not boring. While sitting upright, Yue Hanzhang's mechanical mind, accompanied by the sonata of the movement, the great project of disassembling and reassembling the thirty-seven secret martial arts, and deliberating and interpreting them had begun.

At the same time, the delicacies cooked by the real master of herbal medicine, the tender yellow beef mixed with the energy condensed from countless precious medicinal materials during the cooking process, also "melted" from the stomach to the whole body in a very gentle and gradual way.

All the subtle yet obvious changes in his body and mind made Yue Hanzhang ignore the passage of time.

One way, two ways, three ways...

The tragic song of life amidst death creates the prelude to the roaring mechanical music.

Yue Hanzhang also reaped his rewards after a long wait.

In the quiet world, several cold mechanical fragments were suspended in succession. Under the smudge of the gilded thread, the natural scratches on them began to take on the shape of gilded seal characters, and began to have a lively flickering rhythm.

The fourth and fifth.

When the fifth ball of gilded thread was attracted by Yue Hanzhang through frequency resonance, the night had already deepened. No one passed by the road outside the door for the next ten minutes.

To be honest, those who were seriously injured outside the city and returned to the suburbs, those who could not hold on have all died; and those who can still hold on at this moment, these injuries most likely will not take their lives.

Immediately afterwards, Yue Hanzhang saw a group of cleaners in protective clothing cleaning all the way from the direction of the East Second Gate towards the Patrol Wind Department.

This is the last step before leaving work.

Yue Hanzhang was even able to keenly see the outline of Grandpa Zhou in the community.

This means that the night has truly deepened, and even the dark side of the city is about to fall into deep silence.

Maybe it's time to leave.

He was thinking this when the last lazy cleaner's figure slowly disappeared from Yue Hanzhang's sight.

But before Yue Hanzhang stood up, his attention was suddenly attracted by a burst of golden light that suddenly burst out in his peripheral vision.

It's not the color of the flowing light of the sea that attracts geniuses.

But it is the brighter and more solid light that belongs only to life!
Immediately, when Yue Hanzhang subconsciously held his breath and looked in the direction of the light——

On the deserted street in the dead of night, a group of people dressed in dark night clothes were carrying body bags and walking out of the crematorium.

Those balls of gilded thread were floating above the body bags.

When Yue Hanzhang twitched his nose belatedly, he suddenly realized that the chimney of the crematorium was belching black smoke tonight, but there was none of the unique smell that should have been there in the past.

It’s strange to say, every time I get close to here, something strange seems to happen.

Scoring twice belongs to yes.

It was obvious that the bodies of the fallen warriors that were moved into the funeral home throughout the day were not burned, or in other words, they were deliberately hidden.

Yue Hanzhang saw it very carefully. On many of the body bags, the gilded thread had dispersed over time, but the whole thing was still in a cluster, with a lively rhythm.

Moreover, Yue Hanzhang suspected that these people had already carried out some kind of pre-processing on the corpses in advance to remove the spiritual remnants, and the dissipation of these gilded thread balls was much slower than usual.

It was as if there was some kind of attraction that bound them tightly to the corpse.

But at this moment, Yue Hanzhang no longer had time to think too much.

He only hoped for one thing, that group of sneaky people would pass by his door.

The distance between them must be enough to allow me to mobilize the power of the mechanical brain to resonate at the same frequency.

At this moment, even Yue Hanzhang's breathing became heavier than ever before.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Closer, closer.

But it was obvious that this group of people were too sneaky and had no intention of taking the main road.

It seemed that as they turned their bodies, they were heading towards the darkness of the narrow alley.

The corner was just to the side, right in front of them.

Is this distance enough?

Exhale-inhale-exhale-

Finally, at a certain moment, the ball of gilded thread, which was full of vitality, suddenly resonated with Yue Hanzhang's mechanical brain.

The strange pulling force of the corpse on the ball of thread really exists.

But it seemed that there was no attraction that could compare to the mechanical mind that was already in resonance.

In a flash of "hesitation", the ball of gilded thread suddenly turned into a torrent, converging towards Yue Hanzhang, who suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

And this surge of torrents is just the beginning! ——
In the northern suburbs of the city, in a dark and hidden house.

Xu Shijin was originally peeking out through the gap in the courtyard gate.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, he seemed to see something in the darkness, and hurriedly turned around and ran into the main room.

"I'm coming!"

(End of this chapter)