The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

After Zhou Ming finished drawing the pattern on the ground with blood, he reached out and picked up a thigh, placing it in the very center of the pattern.

The power of bloodlust was activated, and 13 bloodlust talismans flew out. Instantly, the power of bloodlust burned like flames.

The thigh in the design reveals bone, then melts away little by little, and a moment later a Blood Demon Blade is freshly forged.

Zhou Ming didn't stop. He then picked up another arm from the side and continued refining it.

Time passed slowly, and half an hour later, seven Blood Fiend Demon Blades floated beside Zhou Ming.

Chapter 48 Relics and the Intruding Officer

Zhou Ming slowly exhaled. He was getting faster and faster at forging the Blood Fiend Demon Blade, but fusing them into the Blood Fiend Scythe was not an easy task.

After taking some time to adjust his state, Zhou Ming began the fusion of the seven Blood Fiend Demon Blades.

The power of bloodlust burned like flames once more, enveloping the seven bloodlust demonic blades.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the third Blood Fiend Scythe appeared before them.

Zhou Ming slightly raised his hand, and two more Blood Fiend Scythes flew out, forming a three-scythe ring around him.

"The second advancement of the Blood Fiend Demon Blade, combining the three elements, will probably take even longer than the first one," Zhou Ming said, then looked around.

"This is not a place to stay for long."

Looking at the three people who were using Qi to heal their injuries, Zhou Ming said, "Get up, all of you, and come with me."

Upon hearing Zhou Ming's order, the three immediately stood up. This time, they didn't have to move the corpses, and with some relief in their condition, their journey became much easier.

……

In that small courtyard, Wang Wen stood at the door, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Sir!" A soldier ran over at that moment.

"We have received orders from above to evacuate this area first thing tomorrow morning."

"I understand!" Wang Wen couldn't help but clench his fist, then looked at the soldier's back.

When even he needs to evacuate, it's easy to imagine that the situation on the front lines is probably very bad.

"Strange people! Strange people!" Wang Wen muttered, "Strange people are still human, they can't fight against airplanes and cannons at all."

Thinking of the news he had received the day before, Wang Wen couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

Even their strongest leader died in the bombing. What can these superhumans possibly do in this brutal war?

"Brother Wen, why are you standing at the door?" Zhou Ming asked curiously.

Wang Wen was slightly taken aback, then looked at Zhou Ming and said with a look of surprise, "Xiao Ming? It's you! You're still alive?"

"You survived the bombing of the docks? That's great!" Wang Wen said excitedly, looking at Zhou Ming, who was covered in dirt.

Although Zhou Ming's body was tattered and bore obvious signs of artillery fire, it was good that he was alive.

"Come in quickly. You must not have had a proper meal while you've been on the battlefield. I'll make you something right now." Wang Wen pulled Zhou Ming in.

The three people behind him also came in. It was only then that Wang Wen noticed them, and especially after seeing that the pickup truck was gone, an idea popped into his mind.

"Brother Wen, I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first," Zhou Ming said, looking down at his clothes that exposed his ribs, back, and thighs.

Because of this appearance, I was stopped by soldiers when I came back. If my documents hadn't been undamaged, I would have been harassed for a while.

After a thorough wash and a change of clothes, Zhou Ming transformed himself from a beggar into a dashing and extraordinary young man.

"Xiaoming, come on, let's have a drink." Wang Wen had already prepared a table full of dishes and was gesturing to them.

Zhou Ming walked over and, somewhat surprised, said, "Brother Wen, your cooking looks really good."

"What's the use of just looking? Come and try some." Wang Wen handed over the chopsticks.

"By the way, how badly are you hurt, kid? If it's too serious, I won't drink this." Wang Wen was about to pour the wine when he suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead as he spoke.

"It's alright, I'm all better now." Zhou Ming reached out and took the wine glass.

"Alright, let's have a drink first to celebrate you surviving the battlefield," Wang Wen said with a smile.

After having a drink, the two started chatting.

Zhou Ming gave a brief account of his experiences on the battlefield.

"No wonder we didn't hear from headquarters. It turns out you didn't rendezvous with the brigade at all," Wang Wen said, somewhat realizing.

"Going with the army, I won't be able to utilize my strengths at all. Besides, you know how bloody my methods are, Brother Wen. Not everyone can tolerate me using people for training," Zhou Ming said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, if I hadn't risked my life alongside you, I'd be afraid of you too," Wang Wen said with a light laugh.

“But now I’m more afraid of being useless, more afraid of not being able to play any role in this war that concerns the survival of the nation.” Wang Wen’s tone changed.

"What happened?" Zhou Ming's hand froze, he put down his wine glass, and looked at Brother Wen across from him.

"The team leader is dead. He was killed by bomber shells. I heard that when they found him, he was only half a body and barely alive." Wang Wen's eyes were a little red.

Zhou Ming also fell silent. Unlike Wang Wen, Zhou Ming had only been in contact with the team leader for a little over four months.

The scene of their first meeting was still vivid in his mind, especially the scene of executing criminals with machine guns. The more he experienced war, the more he understood how important that scene was.

If it weren't for the awe instilled by that scene, Zhou Ming could very well have been killed by machine gun fire due to carelessness.

"Bombers? It seems the ten bombers I destroyed were still too few," Zhou Ming said coldly.

At this moment, Wang Wen took out a sachet-like bag and handed it to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming immediately recognized that the sachet was a magic treasure, and an extremely high-level one at that.

"What is this?" Zhou Ming asked, reaching out to take it.

“The team leader’s belongings!” Wang Wen said.

Zhou Ming's hand holding the sachet froze. He looked up at Wang Wen, puzzled, and asked, "Why are the team leader's belongings here?"

"Because the team leader passed his belongings to you."

“Me?” Zhou Ming frowned even more and said, “Why me? What about the team leader’s family? This thing is obviously not an ordinary item; it’s very likely a family heirloom of the team leader.”

“The team leader’s entire family passed away five years ago, with only one nephew surviving. He’s just turned 17 this year, but unfortunately, he has no aptitude for cultivation at all. Moreover, due to the extreme fear of war that happened five years ago, he has already fled to the United States,” Wang Wen said, shaking his head slightly.

"Who delivered this?" Zhou Ming asked, slightly puzzled.

"It's a swallow."

Zhou Ming thought of the woman named Liu Yan. Her gentle expression appeared before his eyes, but he didn't know if it was her real name.

Qi surged into the sachet, and the next moment Zhou Ming's eyes lit up—truly, his eyes lit up—as a large, bright space appeared before him.

A large study came into view, with several rows of shelves filled with various items, some of which were materials, some were books, and the most eye-catching were the shelves with various parts on the side.

Several of them were large birds that looked like unfinished products, large birds with mechanical structures.

"A Qiankun Bag?" Zhou Ming said, somewhat surprised.

“It really is this thing. It should contain the group leader’s legacy,” Wang Wen said knowingly.

Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps came from afar, and a group of soldiers in brand-new uniforms and with neat appearances surrounded the area.

A young officer stormed in, looking furious. Upon seeing the two, he demanded, "Are you Zhou Ming?"

“It’s me!” Zhou Ming frowned slightly as he looked at the furious officer.

Chapter 49 The Determination to Act Alone

"Take him down!" the young officer ordered directly.

Upon hearing the order, the two soldiers prepared to step forward and reach out to grab Zhou Ming.

"boom!"

A dense aura of bloodlust erupted from Zhou Ming's body, even transforming into a state of burning flames.

In this state, even though the surrounding soldiers could not see the Qi at all, they could still feel a chilling pressure.

It's like a person facing a tiger's gaping maw, trembling all over, tense, with their heart pounding, completely unable to move.

"What...are you going to do?" The young officer gritted his teeth and held on, a protective amulet on his body emitting light.

"Disobeying military orders, deserting from the battlefield, and then coming back to confront the law enforcement team with force—what are you trying to do?"

"Disobeying military orders? Deserter on the battlefield? Who said that? Who made that determination?" Zhou Ming said coldly, arms crossed.

"The 36th Division has never even seen you. And you still say you didn't disobey orders or desert?" The young officer said through gritted teeth, showing no fear whatsoever.

"My orders were just to go to the dock to provide support. What does that have to do with whether the 36th Division has ever seen me?" Zhou Ming said coldly.

"Bullshit! The military's order is for you to support the 36th Division," the young officer shouted angrily.

"The military headquarters? Heh, what does the military headquarters have to do with me? I'm not under their jurisdiction, so why should they give me orders? The only one who can give me orders is our team leader, Wan Baoming." Zhou Ming walked over and grabbed the young officer's shoulder.

“This is outrageous! The entire battlefield has been taken over by the military, and even the Special Service Department is under our command.” The young officer was tense, forcing himself to continue.

"The Special Service Department? What is that? What right does it have to tell us what to do?" Zhou Ming sneered.

“I am Mr. Liu’s student and a member recruited by the team leader. No one else has the right to order me to risk my life.” Zhou Ming looked at the young officer with a cold gaze.

“Mr. Liu’s academy is funded by the Party and the State. You are members of the Party and the State, and you must accept the orders of the Party and the State,” the young officer said, bracing himself against the gaze.

Zhou Ming looked at the young officer and suddenly smiled.

"When we enrolled, Mr. Liu said that even though we were extraordinary people, we were still part of the descendants of Yan and Huang. At this time, when the country is in danger, those with the ability should step forward. After graduation, as long as we fight against foreign enemies and revitalize the country, we can do whatever we want, regardless of our party or faction, as long as we have a clear conscience. He never said that we signed a contract of servitude," Zhou Ming said calmly.

His gaze then fell upon the young officer, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he said, "Could it be that someone saw our team leader's sacrifice and thought it was an opportunity to take control of us team members, and then use me as a scapegoat?"

Upon hearing this, the young officer's eyes showed a momentary unease.

There are indeed two inside stories. First, someone has their eye on Wan Baoming's belongings. Second, someone in a higher position has their eye on Wang Wen's abilities; he is an excellent bodyguard.

When Wan Baoming was still in power, he completely ignored those above him, and any orders he received were immediately blocked.

Now that Wan Baoming has sacrificed himself, some people suddenly had an idea. When they discovered that Wang Wen and Zhou Ming had a very good relationship, they came up with this plan.

First, they arrested Zhou Ming under the pretext of him being a deserter on the battlefield. Then, they cleverly arranged for Wang Wen to coincidentally seek help from that powerful figure. In exchange for the latter acting as a bodyguard, they rescued Zhou Ming.

In this way, the powerful figure can gain a loyal bodyguard.

“Zhou Ming, don’t change the subject. Even if the orders are different, the fact remains that you didn’t show up at the dock, and you still disobeyed orders,” the young officer said, forcing a smile.