I build a shelter in the eternal night.

Chapter 27 "Destiny is in my hands".

His name is Zhou Mo.

The station manager of Qiuhe Wangjia No. 18 station.

He was fond of martial arts from a young age and enjoyed wielding a knife.

From a young age, I dreamed of becoming a hero when I grew up.

But he had neither the opportunity nor the talent. He risked his life to become a Level 2 cultivator and then made no further achievements. He worked as a station chief in the Wang family for several years in a daze. He thought he would continue to work in a daze until the rainy season came and he followed Chen Fan. He saw Xiao Qiu risk his life to leave the city and protect it.

His long-held desire to be a hero couldn't help but stir again.

The rain is very cold.

But his blood had never been so hot.

If Xiao Qiu can do it, why can't Zhou Mo?
This life is worth it.

He, Zhou Mo, was no longer unknown; he believed that the people on the city wall would remember his name.

However.
"Um"

Zhou Mo, who had been standing in the rain with his arms outstretched and head held high, couldn't help but rub his nose as the cold rain poured down on his face. They say that before you die, time will slow down and you'll have a revolving lantern.

But I didn't expect it to be this slow.

He didn't die even after half a day.

At this moment, he regretted it. He shouldn't have given the knife to Xiao Qiu. Otherwise, he could have gotten away with it quickly. Being hit by the flesh worm and then self-destructing and corroding would probably have been quite painful.

Even if it hurts terribly when you die, you mustn't scream, otherwise it would be unbecoming.

He silently made up his mind.

After a while.

Not dead yet?

Zhou Mo opened his eyes with some confusion. Was this revolving lantern going on for too long? When he looked around, he found that all the "flesh worm monsters" around him had disappeared at some point.

It was as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

Neither inside the camp nor in the gray fog could one see a single flesh-worm monster.

Only the sticky liquid beneath his feet reminded him that this was not an illusion.

He stood somewhat bewildered in a pile of green, viscous liquid, looking at the people on the city wall, completely unaware of what had happened.

"Come up."

Chen Fan, who had been holding back his laughter while standing on the city wall, finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Stop posing, your arms must be sore from holding them up for so long."

"Destiny is in my hands."

Chen Fan stood on the city wall and sighed in a daze, his hands gripping the edge of the crenellations as he looked into the distance. At this moment, the gray fog surrounding the camp was extremely clean, with not a single strange creature in sight.

Those "flesh worms" withdrew.

Or rather, they were forced to withdraw their troops.

The flesh worm has no limbs; its entire body is a fleshy ball that cannot move. Its only way of traveling is by "relying on the wind." Wherever the wind blows, the flesh worm goes.

This is why the Flesh Worm looks pained when it gets close to the Ghost Fire, but becomes cheerful when it leaves the camp.

Because the flesh worm has no control over its own path of movement.

We can only rely on the wind direction.

Like a dandelion seed, where it lands is entirely up to fate.

Just as Zhou Mo threw the strange stone into the city and opened his arms to await death, the wind changed direction. The gale blew westward. They were originally located on the edge of the strange tide. As soon as the wind changed direction, a large number of flesh-worm-like monsters instantly disappeared, vanishing into the eternal night along with the gale.

That's why he said it was fate.

If the wind is blowing east, then even if Zhou Mo throws in ten bags of strange stones, let alone one bag, the camp is destined to perish.

in fact
If the strong winds that blew after nightfall hadn't been blowing from the south, he wouldn't have seen these flesh-worm monsters at all. Of course, that wasn't something he could control.

at this time.

He finally understood why the female ghost had retreated so quickly. Such a large-scale ghost tide was enough to destroy a city, and even high-level ghosts would have to give way.

Anyone who dares to block your way will die.

The flesh-eating worms have no concept of fear or retreat, since they cannot control their own movement trajectory at all, and cannot retreat even if they want to.

According to his judgment.

The Flesh-Eating Ghost is likely a type of eerie creature that becomes active at the start of the rainy season. After the rainy season arrives, it wanders around with the strong winds, forming eerie tides. It seems to have no specific target.

Just messing around.

Whatever you encounter, you'll cause trouble.

"Zhou Mo."

Chen Fan took the large sword from Xiao Qiu and handed it to Zhou Mo, who had returned to the city wall. He said seriously, "It might not be useful for level 2 cultivators, but it will be useful for level 3, 4, and 5 cultivators as their level increases."

"As long as you stay in the camp, I will provide you with strange stones to improve your cultivation."

"You'll be in charge of security at the camp."

"I guarantee your cultivation level."

"You guarantee the safety of the camp."

"Yes!"

Zhou Mo awkwardly accepted the broadsword from Chen Fan, his eyes darting around as he whispered, "Don't worry, station chief, with me here, nothing will happen to the camp."

"Is your hand alright?"

Chen Fan looked at Zhou Mo's hands, which were corroded and peeling, turning white.

"It's okay."

Zhou Mo hurriedly waved his hand: "Fortunately, it was raining heavily. The rainwater diluted a lot of the liquid left behind after the flesh worms died, so it didn't corrode too much. It just peeled off a layer of skin. Apart from the pain, there's nothing wrong. It will be fine in a while."

"You were really cool just now."

Wang Kui leaned in, put his arm around his shoulder, and winked at him, saying, "The look isn't bad."

"Screw you!"

Zhou Mo was already embarrassed, and when Wang Kui teased him, he became even more enraged and shook off Wang Kui's arm, cursing, "If you say that again, I'll beat you up. I'm a level 2 cultivator, beating you up is no problem!"

"He's a man."

The lame monkey, with an admiring expression, gave his assessment: "Better than me."

"well enough"

Zhou Mo's eyes darted away, somewhat embarrassed, avoiding everyone's gaze. If he had died then, he would definitely have looked cool, but if he hadn't, all that was left was awkwardness, which he was finding hard to bear.
He's getting old, after all.
"."

Chen Fan stood on the city wall, smiling without speaking, letting the people behind him joke around. The tense atmosphere dissipated considerably. At this time, joking around and relaxing was also good for physical and mental health. If the nerves were always on edge, problems could easily arise.

He believed.

After tonight, the entire camp will be stronger.

Not just strength.

It's more about people's hearts.

A camp cannot be built by a lone architect; he must have his own team. At this point, his team seems to be doing quite well, so in that respect, he is quite lucky.

And
Crisis and opportunity often coexist.

Once the crisis is over, what remains is opportunity.

The strange stones scattered outside the city walls were the best reward for him, and several of the rare treasures emitting white light seemed to be reminding him that it was time to reap the rewards.

"Lame monkey".

Chen Fan looked at the lame monkey beside him and instructed, "The female ghost is only avoiding the flesh worm ghost. With her vengeful nature, she will definitely come back. You take those two brothers and pick up all the ghost stones below. Wrap your hands in the cloth in the house so you don't hurt them."

"Yes!"

The lame monkey responded solemnly, and then hurriedly led Zhou Mo and Qi Chong's men out of the city to collect the strange stones and treasures.

In a group.

We need to take care of everyone's feelings. Tonight, Xiao Qiu and Zhou Mo are both putting on a good show, but the lame monkey hasn't had a chance to perform because of his leg injury. If we don't let him do some work, the lame monkey will become upset.

There are still two people left.

The same reason.

They also need to do some work.

This way, everyone can chat together and won't feel marginalized.

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