In the evening, when Qingyi went home, he only felt that the whole day had been wasted. When he meditated, he didn't feel calm at all, but kept thinking about things:

Who stole Embryonic Body II?

Who placed the Spell Seal puppet on Franki?

Schroeder? Is Bray behind all this? Is he warning himself, or is he trying to get rid of himself? How many people did he co-opt from his own forces? Will similar sabotage continue?

How to deal with the Knights of the Iron Hoof?

How do you compete with the players who occupy Osgilia?

What countermeasures can be prepared to confront the poisonous Grahid? And how do you compete with bald eagles? Does a month's rearmament lead to success?

In real life, what kind of reforms does "Little Bee Express" have to make? Will the staff still support their own reform measures after Harry's suicide?

……

So the whole day is wasted in thinking, and the only gain is probably the lunch in Moxianglou, right? Qingyi smiled self-deprecatingly and took out the door key. Within seconds, Mrs. Green, who had learned of his return, rushed out of the house and was obliged to cook him dinner, a reaction as fast as a CIA agent.

"I have hands and feet, I can call for takeout!" Qingyi tried to resist.

"Shut up, sit down and eat for me!" Mrs. Green was unusually tough. Despite this, Qingyi can still feel a pulse of warmth. It doesn't seem to be that cold anymore.

While eating, Qingyi asked: "Halloween is coming, is our community going to have Halloween activities?" ”

"Yes, I organized this year's event. I thought about it for a long time and thought that I could only have a dress-up ball, but last year and the year before that, the other two held a dress-up ball. Mrs. Green shook her head: "Even I don't think there's anything new." ”

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Mrs. Green looked up and thought for a moment, and smiled, "My dear, if you could help me think of a new plan, it would be a great help." You must know that tomorrow is Halloween, and you must finish the decoration by tomorrow evening. ”

"Well, I'm good at that. Let me think. ”

Qingyi's mind flashed, and he said excitedly: "I know what I'm going to do!" Let's get a haunted house! ”

"Haunted house? It's a great idea, but is it in time? What about manpower? Mrs. Green was also pleased at first, but also smiled wryly: "Do you have any other ideas?" ”

"I stand by what I claim. Dress-up balls are not for children, but haunted houses are for families of all ages, and they can bring great joy in addition to being frightened. Do we have a venue? ”

"Yes, this year, the bridge club will continue to provide a venue for our community."

The bridge club is a gathering place for community residents who like bridge, although Qingyi has never been to it once, but it has also heard of it. He raised his eyebrows and stood up: "I will organize the manpower." I've already thought about what I need. Without further ado, we'll just-"

"I don't doubt your abilities, kid. But sit down for me now, the meal isn't finished yet! ”

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After dinner, Mrs. Green dragged Qingyi to watch "The Big Bang Theory" again, and stayed for forty minutes before reluctantly leaving, which made Qingyi feel both troubled and warm. As soon as the old man left, Qingyi went downstairs to visit Dora.

Dora was having a party with her friends (it seemed like her house was going on three hundred and sixty-five days a year), and she warmly invited Kiyoi in. Qingyi didn't refuse, and quickly became familiar with those fresh faces after entering the house. After thirty minutes, Qingyi easily got rid of the person who was pestering him to ask questions, and came to Dora's side.

"Hey, you're so popular, Chinese boy. Ever since you arrived, no one has paid attention to me as a master. Doira joked.

Qingyi smiled. Dora could feel the self-deprecation and helplessness contained in it, which were emotions that should never be present at the party. At this time, she was not joking, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'd like you to do me a favor." Qingyi explained the plan again, and then added: "Among the people I know, you are the most well-connected." Only you can do it. ”

"Piece of cake! It's so much fun to run a haunted house, and I think everyone will be happy to help! ”

"Then I'll go first, there's still something to do." Qingyi turned around, smiled goodbye to everyone, and then stepped out of the door.

Dora caught up and reached out to grab Qingyi. She asked worriedly, "Is everything alright?" ”

"Of course." Qingyi raised his hand, patted Dora's hand, and walked up the stairs.

After returning home, Qingyi called Mentor Johansen and Barber Jonny, and both readily agreed. Finding the number of the building materials company from the yellow pages, Qingyi immediately contacted the other party to discuss the matter of leasing materials. After a few phone calls, he sat down at his desk to write a plan, and at nine o'clock he was all done, and then everything would not start until tomorrow morning.

With the expectation of tomorrow, Qingyi put on a holographic helmet.

Coming back online, he came to the deck and saw a thin and dense crystal blue in the inky night ahead, and the familiar feeling came over him. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you home?" It's Snow City, right? ”

Behind him, Jont said, "Yes, Your Majesty. We're home. ”

Su'er and Clavisoer both came to Qingyi's side, and no one spoke. Schroeder? Bray leaned back to the mast and didn't come to see the sea view with everyone, looking lonely.

The ship slowly entered the harbor. Several bloodship sailors skillfully lowered the anchor, lowered the rope ladder, and let the guests disembark. Qingyi stood on the ground, his heart surging. He turned to Captain Pisa, who was the ship's bow portrait on the "Blue Hui", and said loudly: "Captain! Thank you! ”

"No thanks!" The Blood Skull laughed and waved goodbye to him. The sailors of the Bloodship sang a heroic song, and the fleet sank into the fog again, and the half-month voyage came to an end.

The group left Albatross Harbor and entered the snowy city area. Although it was envisaged that Snow City would be made a window to the outside world, there were still no outsiders at this moment, and it seemed extremely deserted. A few Blood Elves sat in the shop like statues, waiting for customers who wouldn't show up.

Instead of going back with the group, Schroeder wandered around the city, where he was said to be "looking for business opportunities." Qingyi and his entourage got on the "Fermat airship" and rushed to the "City of Waiting" like arrows. Qing Yi showed himself as a tyrant of white bones, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking from his face.

Flocks of birds gathered around the airship to welcome the king's return with their chirps. The fire of the soul rises in the sea of bones, as if worshipping, and like a pilgrimage. Because of the arrival of Qingyi, the Black Stone Valley is like a cauldron, gradually heating up and even boiling.

Su'er clung to the edge of the basket and shouted excitedly, "It's spectacular! I've never seen anything like it! ”

Qingyi was silent.

The airship landed slowly, which was as fast as a blink of an eye compared to the half-month voyage. Frankie was already waiting, and its appearance was unchanged from before.

"You go back first." Qingyi said to the other three.

"Master, you're back."

"Is Wumu still safe?" Qingyi asked as he walked out of the airship.

"Under my guard, she is safe and sound." Frankie humbly followed at his master's feet.

Qingyi nodded. During the half-month-long voyage, Wumu did not dissipate, which made him more sure of one thing, that is, "the person who has the ability to kill Wumu is not in the 'City of Waiting'". In other words, all those who remain in the "City of Waiting" can be cleared of suspicion. I believe that within half a month, the urban supervision system centered on Wumu has been established, and under the patrol of ghosts, it is impossible for anyone who wants to make small moves without revealing their feet.

Bite!

System Hint: Your subordinate, Fermat, the Necromantic Repairer, has learned a new skill by working day and night in the workshop.

Qingyi turned to the handicraft workshop, but did not stop: "Frankie, how has the battle been in the past few days?" ”

"The Soul Adventurers rushed many times, but because of their lack of organization, they were all defeated by us. And several offensive operations led by the guild were also firmly resisted by Naf. No one can beat us in Necroland. ”

"Really?" Qingyi said: "We were defeated last time. ”

Frankie clamped his tail in shame, not daring to make a sound.

"You killed a lot of people?" Qingyi asked again.

"Yes."

Qingyi nodded and didn't say anything.

(Xue Duo hummed a little song: "Frankie's ass shakes and shakes, Frankie has a small waist!") Its muscles are so strong, I can see that my face is red and my heart burns......")

A man and a dog walked through the long street and came to the handicraft workshop. It's still going on here, with five or six more helpers and a few more big boilers. Fermat stood in front of his workbench, flapping a Scourge Banner, while the Arcane Puppet, a new product containing the Embryo II's soul fire, stood silently.

"Your Majesty, you are finally back! We've made another breakthrough! Fermat felt something, and as soon as he looked up and saw Qingyi, he shouted happily.

[Extreme Transformation] is limited to the crazy transformation of Fermat itself. Using the resources at hand as much as possible, Fermat temporarily (duration level*2 minutes) strengthens himself. After the modification is lifted, they will fall into a state of epilepsy for three full days, and will not be able to reinvent themselves for a month. Each time it is launched, 1-3 new inventions will be obtained depending on the transformation situation.

"A skill that doesn't show mercy even to yourself." After Qingyi read the attributes, he responded to Fermat: "Breakthrough? ”

"That's right, according to Brother Brian, necromantic creatures have a killer weapon for living beings, and that is the 'Immortal Banner', a banner that only the Immortal can wield! Wherever this banner goes, all kingdoms will become the realm of the dead, and all living beings will become the dead! ”

"Is it an enhanced version of the 'Scourge Banner'? At what cost? Qingyi asked indifferently.

"Your blood is needed." A voice came from behind him, but it was the Necromancer, Brian. He walked among the helpers, dressed in plain robes, calmly and unhurriedly, and looked extraordinary: "The 'despicable blood' of the Necromantic King has a powerful magical power, and it carries more weight than a thousand or ten thousand fresh corpses. ”

"Bold, dare to ask for 'despicable blood' from the master! Lose the 'Despicable Blood', and the master's strength will decline again! What are your intentions?! Frankie yelled at Brian, and the sound shook the helpers to stop what they were doing.

Undeterred, Brian insisted: "'A person's worth should be judged by what he contributes, not by what he obtains' (Einstein's famous quote). Your Majesty, as the Necromantic King, should naturally contribute to the growth of power. ”

Frankie was unrelenting: "The master is much more important than the entire Twilight Empire. In my opinion, the Dusk Empire should contribute to Your Majesty. ”

"You are pathetic, Lord Frangi. You don't have a mind of your own at all. ”

"What did you say?!"

"Shut up, I'll think about it." Qingyi said, his expression unchanged. "You're all gone, I'm tired."

He got off the line in the safe zone, took off his helmet, and was dazed. This time back to the city was much more boring than expected.