470, Ankyoji Temple

The 73rd Barrier to the south of the Central Plains is located at the confluence of the three rivers in the south. Every summer, the scorching sun in the sky will evaporate the water vapor in the river.

After the plum rain in the middle and lower reaches of the river, the high-pressure air temperature controls the area, causing the lower layer of the airflow to move and form a summer drought. It is difficult to form clouds and rain, and the surface temperature is extremely high.

Therefore, the 73 barrier is also known as the furnace barrier.

There were people arguing in the mansion in the north of Longyang Avenue. The family meeting inside was going on. There were more than a dozen luxury cars parked quietly in the square outside the mansion. The drivers stood in the corner, smoking and chatting, waiting for their big shots to leave. come out.

In the meeting room, someone said loudly: "The royal family in the north has already opened up the trade route in the northwest. If they are allowed to continue to develop, wouldn't they be waiting to die?"

Someone retorted: "Don't always want to fight. The most important thing for us now is to continue to radiate to the east. The Qinghe Group over there should also not be underestimated."

The one who spoke and refuted was a middle-aged man with a beard, with a calm face, and his dark blue military uniform against the black tie looked very solemn.

The person who spoke before said with a sneer: "Zhou Shiji, the Qinghe Group is in a corner, and has never participated in the competition for resources in the Central Plains. What's so scary, I think you can't tell who our real enemy is."

"I don't regard the Qinghe Group as an enemy, but it is said that the Qinghe Group has mastered the method of creating extraordinary people. I think this method should be obtained first," the middle-aged man with a beard reorganized the paper and pen in front of him. It's in the right position, and it fits perfectly.

"I don't see how many Transcendents they have," someone retorted again.

"At present, the transcendent needs us to pay more and more attention."

This is a struggle between the main fighters and the conservatives, but this meeting is doomed to come to nothing.

After another two hours, these dignitaries of the Zhou family came out of the mansion one after another. The dignitaries of the conservative faction bid farewell to Zhou Shiji, the representative of this faction, and some invited him to have a drink, but Zhou Shiji refused.

Zhou Shiji was walking on the gravel path in front of the official residence. The protocol officer and security personnel were waiting in front of the car early on. The protocol officer helped Zhou Shiji open the car door, and he got into the car after nodding his head.

The black limousine drove out of the mansion, escorted by two motorcycles one behind the other, and the assistant officer sitting in the front row held a document and said: "The people who contacted Qinghe Group have returned, but they still refused Our proposal."

Zhou Shiji, on the other hand, closed his eyes and rested his mind, without the slightest turmoil in his expression.

At this time, someone on a tall building in the distance was chasing the whereabouts of the convoy with military binoculars. When he was sure of the answer in his heart, he turned around and took out three white peace doves from the pigeon cage behind him, and threw them into the sky.

The sound of the dove's wings flapping makes people feel happy.

On the other side, someone carefully hid in the residential house, watching the tall building.

When he saw three doves of peace flying out of the high-rise building, he said to the three companions holding guns beside him: "The target follows the original planned route and prepares for battle."

"This assassination operation can only succeed, not fail."

"You said, after we finish this vote, do we have a chance to join Anjing Temple?"

According to them, Anjing Temple seems to be an organization, not a temple. After all, only those who have finished killing are eligible to join a temple. There is no such reason in the world...

However at this moment,

A young man suddenly walked out of the shadow beside them. The young man let out a breath and said with a grin, "I finally found you, but I, An Jing Temple, is not something you can join."

The four killers quickly raised their guns and pointed at the young man: "Where did you come from? Have you been hiding in the kitchen?"

The young man was still holding a glass of juice in his hand, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, don't worry, let me finish the juice."

Saying that, the barrels of the four killers suddenly bent, looking like twists.

Five minutes later, the young man walked out of the building. There was a scarlet bloodstain on his white shirt, announcing the fate of the four killers in the house.

Frowning, he glanced at the bloodstain, and just reached out to wipe it, and the bloodstain disappeared.

A bell rang in the distance, and the doves of peace on Ping An Square were alarmed by the bell and flew into the sky one after another.

Suddenly, he took out a thousand paper cranes from his pocket: "The task is completed, please deposit the commission into my account. These are small roles, and they themselves don't know who the employer behind the scenes is."

After finishing speaking, the thousand paper cranes flew up by themselves, soared high into the sky, crossed the rushing river, and flew to the north.

The news here will naturally be carried by the thousand paper cranes. The white thousand paper cranes are hidden among the peace doves, which is not at all obtrusive.

As for where the thousand paper cranes will fly to, the young man also doesn't know.

...

On a mountain road in the north, there was a young man climbing mountains and ridges. He followed a river and searched downstream, as if he was looking for something along the way, and he was afraid of missing something.

The mountains here are all khaki, and only when you continue to go east, the mountains will gradually become green.

It seems that because no clues were found, the boy's expression was slightly disappointed.

But this seems to be a good thing. Didn't see the body, doesn't it mean that the person he is looking for is still alive?

Walking and walking, he walked continuously for half a month. In fact, if he walked at full speed, he might be able to cross the mountains in four or five days, but he wasted a lot of time in order to find clues.

The boy suddenly heard the sound of felling trees in front of him, he slowed down, and before he had gone far, he saw a group of migrant workers wearing hard hats for construction.

The migrant workers were stunned when they saw the young man: "My friend, where are you from? How did you come out of the mountains?"

"No, I got lost and came here by accident. I came from the northwest," the boy said with a smile, "Where are you from, old man?"

"We are lumberjacks in Fortress 61, refugees," the oldest member of the lumberjacks asked doubtfully, "Northwest? Did they come here to escape the war? Recently, many people have escaped from there, and they heard that there is a war."

"Yes," the young man said with a smile, "I also escaped from the war, and the fighting over there was too fierce."

"Hey, I heard that the transcendent over there is very powerful. Some people say that they escaped from the 146 barrier and still live in our market town. They said that the 146 barrier was knocked down by a young transcendent. Now Is the superhuman being so fierce that one person breaks a barrier?"

The boy froze for a moment and smiled, "I don't know either, I've never been to Fortress 146."

"Aoao, it's not convenient for you to communicate over there. It's normal if you don't know." The lumberjack nodded: "My name is Xu Yahui. If you get lost, you can go back with us later, and settle down in the market town first. If you want to enter the barrier Definitely not, what do you call my friend?"

The boy smiled: "Thank you bro, my name is Ren Xiaosu."

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