Calamity of Tomorrow

Burning shit... is it so fun?

Seeing Zhou Bai's happy and excited face, a deep sense of incomprehension flashed in Yinghui's heart.

However, seeing that the other party's mental state was fairly stable, and nothing happened, Ying Hui left a few staff members to monitor Zhou Bai's actions, and left by himself.

Zhou Bai, on the other hand, burned (sold) from the early morning until 6:00 in the morning, gaining a full 12,000 points of laziness.

The amount is enough, so I don't need to look for it myself.

And it's all mine in name, so I don't need to spend 10 minutes turning around.

Sure enough, making good use of the power of the collective is much better than fighting alone.

I really want to live here forever.

But asking Zhou Bai to burn shit here 24 hours a day is obviously something they can't accept.

So after six o'clock, Zhou Bai had breakfast, but still needed to go to class (sleep).

The one who replaced Zhou Bai in class was naturally Christina.

She went to see Yinghui early this morning, and wanted to talk about the choice of the second layer of divine map.

...

Looking at Zhou Bai in front of him, Yinghui gave several choices: My sword map route is on the second floor. There are two maps in total. They are shadow students who are good at shadows, lurking, and assassination, and frontal combat. The most suitable dragon slaying sword...

Of course I choose the shadow student, who can jump from the shadow, turn the sword into a shadow, and turn the shadow into a sword. Christina couldn't wait: It's just right for my shadow.

Hehe, I think that's what you chose too. In the blink of an eye, a divine map representing Yingsheng appeared in front of him, and he sent it into Zhou Bai's sea of ​​consciousness.

Christina's solar disk directly greeted it, instantly fused, and 8 new star points were born on the ring on the second floor.

So in the following days, Christina attended class every day during the day, practiced the divine map, and returned her body to Zhou Bai after class.

Then Zhou Bai went to study group practice, the main thing was to practice various swordsmanship and inject it into Chengying, and the second was to attract extraterrestrial forces to strengthen Chengying.

When Zhou Bai went to the study group, Christina went home to give inspiration, and supervised Aisha's visualization of the original daozang 02 by the way.

In the middle of the night, it was Zhou Bai who took Chengying Sword to burn shit, but Christina refused to go anyway.

As a result, Zhou Bai's strength and laziness can be said to be changing rapidly.

Zhou Bai has continuously accumulated and brewed in the past 8 months, and his strength has finally entered a period of explosive growth, and he is constantly improving at a speed that is enough to shock others.

...

Donghua City 0 meters.

In the basement of a civilian area.

In the erratic candlelight, a distorted shadow soared in the center of the basement.

Xiao Pei was wearing a black robe, floating beside the distorted shadow.

Dozens of humans knelt down on the ground, looking at Xiao Pei and the shadow beside her in surprise. Some of them have no hands, some have missing legs, and they are more or less disabled.

And most of the eyes were wandering and unkempt, only when they saw Xiao Pei and the black shadow, there was a little hope in their eyes.

All of them were monks who were physically disabled and lost the opportunity to continue practicing due to various reasons.

Xiaopei looked at them with a trace of pity in his eyes.

She looked at an old man and asked, Old Zheng, how are you doing?

The old man named Zheng was a thin, gray-haired old man with no hands.

Hearing this, he smiled wryly and said, What else can I do? Let's live like that.

Xiaopei: Where's Mr. Sun?

Elder Zheng's eyes drooped, and he sighed, Two days ago, he was distorted in the non-staple food factory, and he was beaten to death by the guards on the spot.

Xiaopei closed her eyes and sighed in her heart. Both Zheng Lao and Sun Lao were seriously injured monks on the battlefield.

They are ordinary graduates of Donghua Taoist School, with the first level of cultivation, and they were heroes who had the courage to sacrifice and fight on the battlefield.

But since retiring with a serious injury, the situation has gotten worse.

To be honest, Donghua City has treated these disabled monks very well. It has arranged jobs for them, a few meat meals every month, and regular care. It's the limit.

However, the ascetics were seriously injured, and it was difficult to improve their cultivation base. The negative state cannot be relieved with food and shelter.

Although the food they got was good compared to ordinary people, it was still far from enough for monks.

After all, monks' physical bodies far exceed that of ordinary humans, and their consumption is also far greater than that of ordinary humans. In theory, they either have a lot of meat supplements every day, or they can eat extraordinary food, such as human food.

After leaving the army and leaving the Taoist school, it is almost impossible for them to get any supernatural food.

So what they will face is the gradual thinning and weakness of the flesh.

The weakness of the physical body leads to the weakness of the spirit, especially when I am used to the incomparably strong, incomparably sensitive, almost invulnerable, energetic body of the past. The more dull, this is another blow to the soul.

Beyond that, it's distortion.

Physically weak, mentally depressed, but still have to fight against distortion because of their own cultivation, which is naturally more difficult.

Almost every month, you can hear news of veterans being killed after being deformed.

This naturally makes ordinary people's eyes full of fear, fear, guard, and even discrimination when they see these veterans.

Xiaopei hated this situation, but there was nothing he could do about it.

What's worse is another situation.

Xiaopei looked at a young man at the side and asked, Kong Yu, do you still have enough meat at home recently? Have you lost weight again?

Kong Ji, a genius monk who was once at the same level as Zhou Bai.

Because the demon was seriously injured when he made a big disturbance in the Taoist school, he lost an arm and dropped out of school two months later.

The current him looks extremely thin, pale, and haggard. Compared with the high-spirited and high-spirited Kong Jian in the ring in the past, he is completely two people.

Compared with the monks who were injured and retired on the battlefield, the monks who were seriously injured and retired from the Taoist school due to various reasons were even more miserable.

Because they have never even been on the battlefield, they have not achieved an inch of merit, and their treatment is naturally far inferior to that of retired monks, but they have to face the same predicament.

Kong Yu looked at Xiaopei with admiration, it was the woman in front of him who helped him when he was most depressed, most desperate, and darkest, otherwise he might have been deformed and beaten to death long ago.

Kong Yin shook his head: I'm fine, I've eaten pretty well recently. My body has gradually gotten used to it. But... everyone is still more afraid of me... He smiled helplessly, touched his head and said, There is no way, Sometimes I also worry about my distortion, so I have been living in the dormitory of the factory, and I dare not go home.