Late at night, in the western part of the West, a small town.
The town is lushly green, with spacious streets and sparse buildings. It is mostly made of wooden single-family houses. Under the moonlight, it is desolate and quiet.
Behind the town are large pine forests and weeds, and behind are snow-capped mountains stretching in the sky. Of course, these are already fog.
In fact, half of the town was swallowed up by fog, and the remaining half of the area had long disappeared, becoming a forgotten dead town.
There is a middle school built in the north of the town. The building layout inside is strange. The playground and teaching building are crowded together, but a basketball hall is far away from the playground and is brightly lit.
There are dozens of sleeping bags on the court in the stadium, with many daily necessities placed around it, and a few basketball storage baskets contain a lot of equipment and weapons.
Dozens of awakened people are resting in the museum, except those who go out on patrol, all staff are prohibited from going out.
Dongpa
Dongpa
Rhythmic rebounding and catching balls echoed in the open basketball arena.
Douhu sat in the audience, holding half a cigarette in his mouth and holding a basketball in his hand. He threw it easily. The basketball flew straight to the rebound on the court, then bounced to the opposite audience at a 75-degree angle, and was then steadily caught by Lao 7.
Lao 7 threw it hard and sent the basketball back to Douhu's hand according to the same movement trajectory.
The two kept receiving the ball and throwing the ball, playing for almost half an hour.
It has been three days since the last escape.After coming to the Western Kingdom, Douhu met the dragon alone, while the others rested here, and planned to meet with Gao Yang before making a long-term plan.
In the past three days, except for Jiuhan who received Gao Yang's text message, everyone was excited to hold a meeting, and the rest of the time was quite boring.Douhu was even more idle, and he lost the ball with Lao 7 to pass the time.
Zhuque sat on the sleeping bag, drinking canned coffee, and was thinking about something, and finally had an idea.
She looked up, saw the opportunity, threw the empty coffee can, hit the basketball above her head, interrupting the original trajectory of the basketball, and flew out diagonally.
Zhang Wei was bragging to Hengmu, Muzitu, and Bumblebee. A basketball hit his head directly, and he screamed in pain.
Stop playing.Zhuque shouted to Douhu: Come here.
What to do?Douhu looks like he is careless.
If you are asked to come, come!Suzaku is impatient.
Douhu stood up reluctantly, jumped hard, and flew towards the Suzaku on the court.Others are tall and big, but there is almost no sound when they land.
Douhu shouted to Lao 7 in the audience: You just lost, remember to wash my smelly socks for a week.
Lao 7 felt a little aggrieved: Why, Ah, it was clearly Sister Zhuque who interrupted the ball.
Then you ask Zhuque to wash me.
Lao 7, who had been secretly admiring Zhuque, made up for the scene and suddenly became furious: No!I'll wash!
That's right.Douhu was very satisfied, so he turned his head to look at Zhuque and pretended to be earnest: Elder Zhuque, what are the instructions?
Don't smile and talk about serious matters.Zhuque glanced at him.
What can you do now?Fighting Tiger is half-believing and half-doubting.
Zhuque smiled mysteriously: I thought of a way that can increase our strength and better welcome the curtain call battle.
real?Douhu was energetic, so he sat cross-legged and listened with his ears.
Let's have a cigarette first.Vermilion Bird hooked his hands.
Haven't you quit?Douhu said.
An exception is made today.Zhuque said.
Why do you make exceptions every day?Douhu frowned: No, Xiao Yangyang will scold me again when he finds out.
How could he know if you don’t say it, I don’t say it?He didn't know, it was like he didn't smoke.Zhuque is so mean, hurry up!
Douhu had no choice but to take out a shriveled cigarette box and lighter and throw it to Zhuque.Zhuque skillfully lit the cigarette, took a sip, and smiled at Douhu: You know, I'm equivalent to level 8.
I'm 7 too!It will be up 8 soon!Douhu looked dissatisfied.
Who is comparing with you, childish!Zhuque glared at him again, Do you know what my level 8 skill is?
Know Ah, then what... Douhu thought about it seriously: Life Mall?
It's the bank of life!Zhuque really wants to give him a kick: its core ability is to permanently transform life, energy and talent between living organisms.
I know Ah.Douhu disagreed, and he was suddenly shocked: Wait, do you want to transfer your talent?
Zhuque nodded: You have fought with Qilin, and you should be very clear that many talents are concentrated on one person, which is definitely the effect of one plus one greater than two.
Douhu's eyes lit up: So you want to concentrate all your talents on one person?
It is feasible in theory, but in fact... Zhuque shook his head: We don’t have that time anymore.
Douhu also took out a cigarette and put it in his hand to play with it: Continue.
My life bank can freely convert the life between goals, which can be one-to-one and many-to-many, but there are many restrictions. First of all, the trading party must be voluntarily, otherwise there will be a risk of failure and the effect will be discounted. In addition, the targets that have been traded cannot be traded again within one year.
The transfer of energy and talent is more restricted. First of all, trading can only be one-on-one. That is to say, one person's talent can only be transferred to another person, and once it is transferred, it cannot be returned forever, and anyone can only trade once a year, including myself.
Of course, as an intermediary, I am not subject to this restriction, but as a trading party, I am the same as everyone else.In addition, the number of transactions of life, energy and talent overlaps, so Gao Yang and I can no longer make any transactions this year.
Douhu scratched his head: It means that even in an ideal state, before going to war with the dead beast, we can only transfer the talent of half of the person to the other half, which is equivalent to having a half-combat combat power.
right.Zhuque nodded: It is impossible to concentrate all his talents on one person.
Douhu touched his chin: It’s not bad to fold the combat power in half, and it can also avoid more sacrifices.
I think so too.Zhuque looked at his companions around him: Those who do not want to participate in the war can voluntarily transfer their energy and talents to others, so that they will almost become ordinary people, and will no longer be targeted by dead beasts, and there is no need to be afraid of sacrifice.If we win in the end, they can survive. If we lose, we will just die together, and there is no difference.
It sounds good, and everyone should support it.Douhu laughed.
Well, we will decide to have a meeting when Gao Yang comes back.Zhuque said.
OK!
I am eager to try it out, but I am busy with something.
He began to look for suitable candidates, without considering whether the other party would voluntarily give up his talent.
At this moment, Qingling, Nana, Lelai and Hong Xiaoxiao were sitting together, eating instant noodles.
Ah, I really want to eat the jumping frog.LeLe looked at the instant noodles in his hand and felt a little disgusting.
I also want to eat the dishes my mom cooks.Hong Xiaoxiao sighed.
When talking about what I had eaten, Qingling couldn't consciously put down the instant noodles in his hand:
The sweet potato flour from Mr. Liu’s spicy hot pot, the braised pork ribs made by Officer Huang, the boiled fish made by Aunt Lin, the beef noodle flour from the midnight snack stall opposite Licheng University, and the taste of Uncle Gaoyang’s sixty-six-year-old...
Qingling's thoughts were about to float away, but suddenly he felt a chill in his back!
The town is lushly green, with spacious streets and sparse buildings. It is mostly made of wooden single-family houses. Under the moonlight, it is desolate and quiet.
Behind the town are large pine forests and weeds, and behind are snow-capped mountains stretching in the sky. Of course, these are already fog.
In fact, half of the town was swallowed up by fog, and the remaining half of the area had long disappeared, becoming a forgotten dead town.
There is a middle school built in the north of the town. The building layout inside is strange. The playground and teaching building are crowded together, but a basketball hall is far away from the playground and is brightly lit.
There are dozens of sleeping bags on the court in the stadium, with many daily necessities placed around it, and a few basketball storage baskets contain a lot of equipment and weapons.
Dozens of awakened people are resting in the museum, except those who go out on patrol, all staff are prohibited from going out.
Dongpa
Dongpa
Rhythmic rebounding and catching balls echoed in the open basketball arena.
Douhu sat in the audience, holding half a cigarette in his mouth and holding a basketball in his hand. He threw it easily. The basketball flew straight to the rebound on the court, then bounced to the opposite audience at a 75-degree angle, and was then steadily caught by Lao 7.
Lao 7 threw it hard and sent the basketball back to Douhu's hand according to the same movement trajectory.
The two kept receiving the ball and throwing the ball, playing for almost half an hour.
It has been three days since the last escape.After coming to the Western Kingdom, Douhu met the dragon alone, while the others rested here, and planned to meet with Gao Yang before making a long-term plan.
In the past three days, except for Jiuhan who received Gao Yang's text message, everyone was excited to hold a meeting, and the rest of the time was quite boring.Douhu was even more idle, and he lost the ball with Lao 7 to pass the time.
Zhuque sat on the sleeping bag, drinking canned coffee, and was thinking about something, and finally had an idea.
She looked up, saw the opportunity, threw the empty coffee can, hit the basketball above her head, interrupting the original trajectory of the basketball, and flew out diagonally.
Zhang Wei was bragging to Hengmu, Muzitu, and Bumblebee. A basketball hit his head directly, and he screamed in pain.
Stop playing.Zhuque shouted to Douhu: Come here.
What to do?Douhu looks like he is careless.
If you are asked to come, come!Suzaku is impatient.
Douhu stood up reluctantly, jumped hard, and flew towards the Suzaku on the court.Others are tall and big, but there is almost no sound when they land.
Douhu shouted to Lao 7 in the audience: You just lost, remember to wash my smelly socks for a week.
Lao 7 felt a little aggrieved: Why, Ah, it was clearly Sister Zhuque who interrupted the ball.
Then you ask Zhuque to wash me.
Lao 7, who had been secretly admiring Zhuque, made up for the scene and suddenly became furious: No!I'll wash!
That's right.Douhu was very satisfied, so he turned his head to look at Zhuque and pretended to be earnest: Elder Zhuque, what are the instructions?
Don't smile and talk about serious matters.Zhuque glanced at him.
What can you do now?Fighting Tiger is half-believing and half-doubting.
Zhuque smiled mysteriously: I thought of a way that can increase our strength and better welcome the curtain call battle.
real?Douhu was energetic, so he sat cross-legged and listened with his ears.
Let's have a cigarette first.Vermilion Bird hooked his hands.
Haven't you quit?Douhu said.
An exception is made today.Zhuque said.
Why do you make exceptions every day?Douhu frowned: No, Xiao Yangyang will scold me again when he finds out.
How could he know if you don’t say it, I don’t say it?He didn't know, it was like he didn't smoke.Zhuque is so mean, hurry up!
Douhu had no choice but to take out a shriveled cigarette box and lighter and throw it to Zhuque.Zhuque skillfully lit the cigarette, took a sip, and smiled at Douhu: You know, I'm equivalent to level 8.
I'm 7 too!It will be up 8 soon!Douhu looked dissatisfied.
Who is comparing with you, childish!Zhuque glared at him again, Do you know what my level 8 skill is?
Know Ah, then what... Douhu thought about it seriously: Life Mall?
It's the bank of life!Zhuque really wants to give him a kick: its core ability is to permanently transform life, energy and talent between living organisms.
I know Ah.Douhu disagreed, and he was suddenly shocked: Wait, do you want to transfer your talent?
Zhuque nodded: You have fought with Qilin, and you should be very clear that many talents are concentrated on one person, which is definitely the effect of one plus one greater than two.
Douhu's eyes lit up: So you want to concentrate all your talents on one person?
It is feasible in theory, but in fact... Zhuque shook his head: We don’t have that time anymore.
Douhu also took out a cigarette and put it in his hand to play with it: Continue.
My life bank can freely convert the life between goals, which can be one-to-one and many-to-many, but there are many restrictions. First of all, the trading party must be voluntarily, otherwise there will be a risk of failure and the effect will be discounted. In addition, the targets that have been traded cannot be traded again within one year.
The transfer of energy and talent is more restricted. First of all, trading can only be one-on-one. That is to say, one person's talent can only be transferred to another person, and once it is transferred, it cannot be returned forever, and anyone can only trade once a year, including myself.
Of course, as an intermediary, I am not subject to this restriction, but as a trading party, I am the same as everyone else.In addition, the number of transactions of life, energy and talent overlaps, so Gao Yang and I can no longer make any transactions this year.
Douhu scratched his head: It means that even in an ideal state, before going to war with the dead beast, we can only transfer the talent of half of the person to the other half, which is equivalent to having a half-combat combat power.
right.Zhuque nodded: It is impossible to concentrate all his talents on one person.
Douhu touched his chin: It’s not bad to fold the combat power in half, and it can also avoid more sacrifices.
I think so too.Zhuque looked at his companions around him: Those who do not want to participate in the war can voluntarily transfer their energy and talents to others, so that they will almost become ordinary people, and will no longer be targeted by dead beasts, and there is no need to be afraid of sacrifice.If we win in the end, they can survive. If we lose, we will just die together, and there is no difference.
It sounds good, and everyone should support it.Douhu laughed.
Well, we will decide to have a meeting when Gao Yang comes back.Zhuque said.
OK!
I am eager to try it out, but I am busy with something.
He began to look for suitable candidates, without considering whether the other party would voluntarily give up his talent.
At this moment, Qingling, Nana, Lelai and Hong Xiaoxiao were sitting together, eating instant noodles.
Ah, I really want to eat the jumping frog.LeLe looked at the instant noodles in his hand and felt a little disgusting.
I also want to eat the dishes my mom cooks.Hong Xiaoxiao sighed.
When talking about what I had eaten, Qingling couldn't consciously put down the instant noodles in his hand:
The sweet potato flour from Mr. Liu’s spicy hot pot, the braised pork ribs made by Officer Huang, the boiled fish made by Aunt Lin, the beef noodle flour from the midnight snack stall opposite Licheng University, and the taste of Uncle Gaoyang’s sixty-six-year-old...
Qingling's thoughts were about to float away, but suddenly he felt a chill in his back!
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