bullyxtreme Chapter 362: Storm is coming, the magic machine appears! What is Ma Xianhong's purpose?
Chapter 362: Storm is coming, the magic machine appears! What is Ma Xianhong's purpose?
"Damn it, it was just a little bit close!"
Zhang Chulan looked annoyed and looked at the empty door unwillingly.
His fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds, and his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.
"I'm just a little bit away from catching up with Chen Duo!"
He stomped his feet hard, and the concrete floor made a dull "bang" sound, as if responding to his inner unwillingness and anger.
Su Chen looked calm. He walked forward and gently patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
"They came prepared. Their retreat route and timing were carefully planned. Chasing them would be useless."
"Even if we chase them now, we will only miss them and might even fall into their ambush."
Feng Baobao still had no expression on her face, but a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. She seemed to not understand why Su Chen didn't let her chase.
She walked silently to Su Chen's side, waiting for his next instruction.
Clarinet put away his clarinet, frowned, and carefully observed the remaining traces in the farmhouse.
He walked to a wall that was scratched by the Qi-Devouring Blade, reached out and touched the deep mark, and his eyes became more solemn.
"The magic weapons used by those men in black are not simple.
Not only can it defend against physical attacks, it can also resist attacks from Qi, which is something that ordinary forces cannot possess."
"Even if it is a magical weapon of this level, it is impossible to equip it on a large scale."
Wang Zhenqiu touched his chin, thoughtfully, and looked around the farm house, as if looking for some clues.
"Biyou Village... I seem to have heard this name somewhere."
He muttered softly, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying to remember something.
"It's quite interesting to find a place that can mass-produce magical instruments of this level."
There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, as if he was eager for the upcoming adventure.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile.
Old Meng's face was pale and dazed, and his eyes stared blankly in the direction where Chen Duo disappeared.
"Chen Duo...why...why did you leave..."
He murmured something, his voice was hoarse and broken,
It was like the howl of a wounded beast, full of pain and self-blame.
"What should I do... How should I explain this to Liao Zhong..."
He could not accept Chen Duo's betrayal, and could not understand her choice.
He was filled with pain and self-blame, feeling that he was a complete loser.
He failed to protect Chen Duo and failed to complete Liao Zhong's request.
"It seems that our next target is Biyou Village."
Su Chen spoke in a low and firm voice, breaking the brief silence.
His eyes were stern, and he looked around at everyone, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable determination.
"No matter where Biyou Village is, since they dare to interfere in Chen Duo's affairs, we must investigate thoroughly."
"Moreover, the magic weapons they used..."
Su Chen paused, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
"It is also related to Biyou Village."
Zhang Chulan responded immediately:
"That's right! No matter what kind of place Biyou Village is, we have to go and try it out!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination and resolve.
He must find Chen Duo and ask her why she chose to leave and why she became like this.
"Er Zhuang, send us detailed information about Biyou Village."
Su Chen spoke into the phone, his voice clear and calm.
"Roger that!"
Almost immediately, Er Zhuang's reply appeared on the screen.
Then, a series of information began to pour in.
"Geographic location... personnel composition... major industries... village chief Ma Xianhong..."
Zhang Chulan was browsing the information on his phone while muttering to himself.
His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and his expression became more and more solemn.
"Key points: Village chief Ma Xianhong, mastered one of the Eight Great Skills, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements..."
The sound of the clarinet rang out, carrying with it a hint of incredible shock.
"Eight Wonderful Techniques?!"
Zhang Chulan exclaimed, his voice full of shock and confusion.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the others, his eyes full of disbelief.
"This... How is this possible? Biyou Village is actually related to the Eight Great Techniques?!"
Wang Zhenqiu also put away his previous cynicism and a solemn look appeared on his face.
“The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements… No wonder those men in black have such a powerful magical weapon.”
He muttered to himself, with a hint of sudden realization in his tone.
"It seems that this Biyou Village is much more complicated than we imagined."
Lao Meng was bewildered. He had no idea what was going on.
He just felt that things were becoming more and more complicated and beyond his control.
……
Late at night, all temporary workers were ready, as there was bound to be an extraordinary battle on this trip to Biyou Village.
Clarinet squatted down and carefully examined his weapon - the clarinet that had accompanied him for many years.
He used a soft cloth to gently wipe the tube, his eyes focused and serious, as if he was treating a rare treasure.
The fine lines on the black tube flickered faintly under the dim light.
That is the trace of the flow of Qi, and also the source of his power.
"Click... click..."
He skillfully disassembled and assembled the various parts of the clarinet, checking every detail to ensure that there were no problems.
"Old buddy, I'm going to trouble you again this time."
He said softly, his tone full of trust and dependence.
"I hope you can bring me good luck this time, just like before."
On the other side, Wang Zhenqiu was stretching his muscles.
"Crack...Crack..."
He twisted his neck, turned his shoulders, stretched his limbs, and his body made crisp sounds.
His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, with a cynical smile on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were flashing with excitement.
"It's been a while since we've had such an event. I'm really looking forward to it."
He said softly, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
"Biyou Village... Divine Machine Hundred Refinements... Eight Wonders... It sounds very interesting."
He took a deep breath, feeling the flow of Qi in his body, and his smile widened.
Feng Baobao remained silent as usual.
She stood quietly in the corner, wiping her blade silently.
"Shua...shua..."
The sharp blade flashed coldly under the dim light, which was the breath of death.
She used a clean cloth to wipe the blade over and over again, her eyes focused and serious.
Her movements were gentle and delicate.
Old Meng was still standing there, looking dazed and with empty eyes.
He looked at the busy figures of others, his heart filled with confusion and anxiety.
He didn't know what he should do, nor did he know what he could do.
He felt like an outsider, a superfluous existence.
"Old Meng, don't just stand there, get ready too."
Su Chen's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Lao Meng's thoughts.
He turned his head and looked at Su Chen, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.
"What should I prepare?"
He asked stutteringly, a tremor in his voice.
"Your ability is very important to us."