Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

In Ma Guoyun’s eyes, Lu Sheng seemed to be able to teleport. He disappeared and reappeared. He killed a bandit with one shot, then disappeared again. When he reappeared, another bandit fell.

In a few breaths, the number of bandits on the scene rapidly decreased. One by one, they died. Their deaths were similar. All of them had a hole the size of a baby’s fist in their foreheads. It was the result of a spear.

“Master! This kid is half a step into the Master realm!” An ugly middle-aged man in a blue suit screamed and ran out of the door.

Lu Sheng appeared behind him in a flash and was about to raise his spear. Suddenly, the middle-aged man spun around. His ugly face was twisted like a demon. There was no panic or fear. There was only hysterical madness and viciousness.

“Fuck you, Master! Die!”

A bone-piercing aura with a red heat wave exploded from the Devil-Masked Vulture’s hand and slammed into Lu Sheng’s chest.

Lu Sheng’s eyes flickered, but he quickly calmed down.

“Die! Die!”

The Devil-Masked Vulture’s body was covered in flames, mixed with his Gang Qi. Almost all of his strength was on his arms. His viciousness was overwhelming. But after he roared a few times, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. When he lowered his head to take a look, he was stunned. He saw a hand holding the crimson blade he had hidden.

His palm was fair and slender, and brilliant golden Qi flowed between his fingers like flowing gold. The Devil-Masked Vulture channeled all of his Gang Qi, strength, and flames into the hand, but it was like sand in the sea. It didn’t even cause a ripple.

“You call this fire?” Lu Sheng looked at him and said calmly as if he was stating a fact. “This is what I call fire.”

In the next moment, a heat wave far stronger than the Devil-Masked Vulture’s erupted from Lu Sheng’s body. For a moment, the Devil-Masked Vulture felt as if he was standing at the edge of a volcano. The volcano erupted, and scorching hot lava rushed toward him.

He could only see a sea of red in front of his eyes, and his entire body was burning with unbearable pain. Before he could even scream, he had completely lost consciousness. Lu Sheng let go of the Devil-Masked Vulture and the flames that had swallowed him retreated back into his hand.

In the Empty State, Lu Sheng’s control of the elements was close to Level 4.

The temperature of the flames awakened by the Breath of Flames was not something the Devil-Masked Vulture could compare to.

Lu Sheng swung his hand, and the molten iron in his palm fell to the ground, leaving scorch marks one after another. Lu Sheng turned around and looked at the stunned Ma Guoyun. He asked casually, “Have you thought about how you want to die?”

“Have you thought about how you want to die?”

Lu Sheng’s tone was as casual as a greeting between acquaintances.

Have you eaten?

How’s the weather today?

But in Ma Guoyun’s ears, it was like countless claps of thunder. Ma Guoyun’s face was pale without a trace of blood. He glanced at the scene and looked at the cold and stiff bodies on the ground. This thief who was like a tiger, a snake, a bandit, a murderer …

Finally, he couldn’t stop the fear in his heart and started to tremble.

…

“Damn it!”

Mengyao Xu rushed to the original location of the cement pipe and saw the empty grass. She cursed in a low voice. Meng Jianfei’s face didn’t look good either. He looked at the direction of the abandoned factory. The thieves who were on the lookout at the entrance were gone …

He smelled the scent of blood in the night wind.

“That guy might have already rushed in …” Meng Jianfei smiled bitterly and said a guess that was very likely to be true.

Mengyao Xu’s face was as calm as water. Her expression changed and she slowly pulled out the two knives at her waist.

“I knew it would be a burden! So annoying!” Mengyao Xu cursed and her face became determined. “Let’s go and see if there’s a chance to save the champion.”

Meng Jianfei nodded. His eyes were gentle and helpless. Mengyao Xu’s personality was like this. Her words were like knives, but when something really happened, she was more soft-hearted than anyone else.

“Eight Level 6 …”

Meng Jianfei picked up his whip and looked at the direction of the abandoned factory. He cracked his neck. “It’s been a long time since I faced such an exciting challenge. I remember the last time, it was …”

“Shut up. It’s not too late to be emotional if you can survive.” Mengyao Xu blocked his mouth coldly and led the way to the abandoned factory. Meng Jianfei followed obediently.

The two walked through the grass and arrived at the sandy ground outside the factory. They saw three people lying on the ground.

“Dead. All killed in one hit!”

Meng Jianfei quickly checked the bodies. His eyes showed some surprise. “This guy is not bad.”

Mengyao Xu’s expression wasn’t optimistic at all.

“Just a few Level 4 and Level 5 minions. Any Level 6 would be the same …”

The two slowly approached the factory. The night wind blew the grass and trees in the distance, making a rustling sound.

Under the moonlight, everything was quiet and beautiful.

Mengyao Xu and Fang Rui frowned. Their faces were full of doubts.

Too quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Unnaturally quiet.

When they came before, the factory was noisy like a market.

But now there was no sound at all.

“Could it be that Ma Guoyun and the others immediately moved after they caught Lu Sheng?” Meng Jianfei made a guess.

But Mengyao Xu quickly denied it.

“Impossible. We just walked a short distance. How could they not see when they moved? Plus, there’s not a single car missing at the gate.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“Let’s go in and see.”

The two took a deep breath and walked step by step towards the gate of the factory.

Their hearts were beating faster and faster. Their expressions were becoming more and more serious. The two finally stood at the gate of the factory. Mengyao Xu glanced at Meng Jianfei. The two saw the heavy pressure and tension in each other’s eyes.

They looked at each other, and with great tacit understanding, the two gripped the weapons in their hands tightly and rushed towards the gate. However, in the next second, both of them stopped in their tracks and stood rooted to the ground.

They stared at the scene in front of them. Their expressions were confused. They didn’t know how to react. As if they entered the wrong house. They saw that inside the factory.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground. Fresh blood had gathered into a stream on the dusty ground, solidifying into dark red traces. The bandit Ma Guoyun was kneeling on the ground with a pale face. He was kneeling in front of a tall figure. His whole body was shaking like a sieve. That tall figure was holding a piece of cloth and carefully wiping the long spear in his hand.

Hearing the movement behind him, he slowly turned around.

Seeing the person’s face clearly, Mengyao Xu and Meng Jianfei’s pupils shrank.

It was Lu Sheng, whom they had been looking for to rescue. Lu Sheng saw them. He didn’t look surprised at all. He just said calmly.

“You’re here. Mission accomplished. Find someone to clean the floor.”