"Old Six, aweso!" With the victory of the war, Wang Hao finally relaxed his tense nerves, as if he had personally fought a great battle.
He even felt a bit relieved, had it not been for getting the S-level Investigator Lu Tianming into the Mountain and Sea Realm, this war would have had many more uncertainties.
As for the Main Character "Li Qingshan," he died again...
Wang Hao sighed deeply, "This light of the Righteous Path, let him be dead."
The new anchoring in Qingshi Town should be able to be established, although it is under the banner of "Mother of Sores"...
The beginning is always the hardest, with a stronger anchoring, the material and personnel deploynts will beco cheaper.
Moreover, after this battle, Wang Hao finally discovered the correct way to pioneer the Mountain and Sea Realm—both people and supplies are indispensable!
Even more so, the power of people is even more important!
If it were just Li Qingshan wandering around alone, even if fully equipped with Divine Equipnt, one wouldn’t know how many tis he’d die without being able to achieve anything notable.
Even if he triggered the event of soldiers surrounding the city, he couldn’t handle the Evil God, it would only result in the annihilation of Qingshi Town or allow the "Evil God" to escape, and then the trouble would be big, would he, Old Wang, have to outwit this little BOSS for a hundred years?
But with Pan Hao added, and also the S-level comrade Lu Tianming, the more people there are, the stronger they are, Qingshi Town was sorted out quickly.
"Resurrecting ti and again actually isn’t cost-effective. I’d rather send ten people over than resurrect one person ten tis, that’s more reliable."
"Li is confused again, let’s just leave it at that for today."
Wang Hao yawned, yet was secretly thrilled inside.
Unfortunately, Li Qingshan was out of his senses again, so he had to give it up.
He went to the bathroom to wash up, then lay in bed and opened the pink app, enjoying a while of the leather-clad ladies, turned into a little blackie attacking Brother Kun, and only then, completely exhausted, did he doze off.
"This ’Mother of Sores’ na is really awful, to have to act under this banner in the future."
"Just borrowing your na for use, don’t be ungrateful."
He couldn’t think of a better na.
In the Mountain and Sea Realm, the nas of the deities he had co across, such as Mother of Sores, Evil Core, were all sothing sinister and terrifying. These deities’ abilities were also bizarre, related to disease, either causing boils or turning people into pus.
If the na were sothing like "Ultraman"... it would be too llow!
Wang Hao didn’t want to rashly ruin his ga experience.
"Sleep, sleep."
...
...
He soon drifted into sleep.
Drowsily, he began to dream vividly, perhaps as a result of daily thoughts manifesting in nightly dreams, he actually arrived at... the Mountain and Sea Realm?
The sun was setting, and this world was precisely at dusk.
At the edge, "Qingshi Town," Wang Hao found the cruel battlefield that had erged today.
The Evil God’s temple to the east of the village had been burned down, heaps of bones and yellow pus emitted a pungent odor, marking the brutal war of the day.
The living villagers, under the direction of Elder Huang, somberly cleaned the battlefield and collected the bones of their relatives.
People fetched bucket after bucket of water from the nearby river to wash the stains off the ground.
As for the remains, they could only be taken out and buried simply.
Sadness spread continuously, the village’s population was not large to begin with, and after this battle, most of the young and strong had died or were wounded, leaving only an assortnt of old, weak, sick, and disabled alive. Many won beca widows in a day, with children to raise, and under this pressure, could not help but cry loudly.
The local dignitary, Elder Huang, in the center of the streets, was vocally comforting everyone.
This old fellow, the anxiety he had been experiencing was finally relieved.
Of course, he also had to spend heavily, at least maintaining public order on the surface, distributing good fields to those entitled, and exempting rent where required.
Humans, as a species, just need a glimr of hope to try and struggle to live. But without any hope at all, troubles would arise.
The court’s officials, seeing the Evil God slain, were instead elated, carrying the monster’s, onto a handcart. For them, this corpse was the capital for promotion and wealth.
"Thousands of faces, it all cos down to this," Wang Hao was moved.
By the way, the soldiers dispersed the encirclent of the Yellow Turban Strongn; the so-called "plague" was caused by the Evil Core, now that the chief evil had been executed, there was no need to continue the encirclent.
Even so, Wang Hao saw... was soone recruiting Comrade Lu Tianming?
"What’s the aning, recruiting my people?"
The strength of an S-level Investigator, even in the Mountain and Sea Realm, was considered top-notch.
Moreover, as one of the elites selected from Earth’s 8 billion population, Lu Tianming had a lot of potential to be tapped into in the Mountain and Sea Realm.
But their conversation was too soft, Old Wang couldn’t hear what they were saying clearly.
"This dream is pretty realistic... uh, actually if Lu is recruited, it’s okay, he wouldn’t betray his faction."
...
Anyway, having nothing else to do, Wang Hao drifted around in the lucid dream, like a cloud in the sky.
He could have transford into a giant of light, but he wasn’t in the mood, so he just quietly watched.
"Can I go to the distant mountains?"
It seems...
No.
One can only dream of known domains; unknown domains lack rendering material in the brain, can’t go there.
Just like during adolescence dreaming dreams, often can’t reach the final step before waking up.
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