The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1105: Combat Power Divided in Half
Late at night, in a small town in the western part of the country.

The town has lush greenery, spacious streets, and sparse buildings. Most of them are wooden single-family houses. Under the moonlight, it is desolate and quiet.

Behind the town are large pine forests and grasslands, and beyond that are the snow-capped mountains stretching to the horizon. Of course, these are all foggy.

In fact, half of the town was swallowed up by the fog, and the remaining half had long since lost its residents, becoming a forgotten dead town.

There is a middle school in the north of the town. The layout of the buildings is strange. The playground and teaching building are crowded together, but a basketball gym is far away from the playground and is brightly lit.

Dozens of sleeping bags were spread on the court in the arena, with many daily necessities piled around. Several basketball storage baskets contained a lot of equipment and weapons.

Dozens of awakened people were resting in the museum. Except for those who went out on patrol, no one was allowed to go out.

"Boom———"

"Boom———"

The rhythmic sound of rebounding and catching the ball echoed in the empty basketball hall.

Douhu was sitting in the auditorium with half a cigarette in his mouth and a basketball in his hand. He threw it easily. The basketball flew straight to the backboard on the court, then bounced to the opposite auditorium at an angle of 75 degrees, and was hit by the old man. 7Catch it steadily.

Old 7 threw the basketball hard and followed the same trajectory and returned the basketball to Douhu's hands.

The two kept playing catch and throw the ball for almost half an hour.

Three full days have passed since the last time I escaped.After coming to the Western Kingdom, Douhu met Long alone, while the others rested here and planned to make long-term plans after meeting Gao Yang.

In the past three days, except for an excited meeting after Jiuhan received Gao Yang's text message, the rest of the time was quite boring.Douhu was even more distracted, so he threw the ball with Lao 7 to pass the time.

Suzaku was sitting on the sleeping bag, drinking canned coffee, and had been thinking about something, and finally got an idea.

She raised her head, saw the right moment, threw the empty coffee can, and hit the basketball that flew over her head, interrupting its original trajectory and sending the basketball flying diagonally.

Zhang Wei was bragging with Hengmu, Mu Zitu and Bumblebee when a basketball hit his head directly and he screamed "Ah".

"Stop playing." Suzaku shouted to Douhu: "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Douhu looked careless.

"Come when I ask you to come!" Suzaku said impatiently.

Douhu reluctantly stood up, jumped hard, and flew towards Suzaku on the court.He was tall and powerful, but made almost no sound when he landed.

Douhu shouted to Old 7 in the audience: "You have just lost. Remember to wash my stinky socks for a week."

Old 7 was a little aggrieved: "Why, it was Sister Suzaku who interrupted the ball just now."

"Then let Suzaku wash it for me."

Lao 7, who had always secretly admired Suzaku, imagined the scene in his mind, and suddenly became furious: "No! I'll wash it!"

"That's right." Douhu was very satisfied. He turned to look at Suzaku, pretending to be eager: "Elder Suzaku, what are your orders?"

"Stop smiling, let's talk business." Suzaku rolled his eyes at him.

"What business can we do now?" Douhu was dubious.

Suzaku smiled pretending to be mysterious: "I thought of a way to increase our strength and better prepare for the final battle."

"Really?" Douhu became more energetic. He sat down cross-legged and listened attentively.

"Let's have a cigarette first." Suzaku hooked his hands.

"Didn't you quit smoking?" Douhu said. "Today is an exception." Suzaku said.

"Why do you make exceptions every day?" Douhu frowned: "No, if Little Yangyang finds out later, he will scold me again."

"If you don't tell me, how will he know? If he doesn't know, it means he didn't smoke." Suzaku said forcefully, "Hurry up!"

Douhu had no choice but to take out a shriveled cigarette case and lighter and threw them to Suzaku.Suzaku lit the cigarette skillfully, took a puff, and smiled at Douhu: "You know, I'm [Equal Exchange] level 8."

"I'm 7 too! I'll be able to get to 8 soon!" Douhu looked unconvinced.

"Who are you comparing yourself to? You are so naive!" Suzaku glared at him again, "Do you know what my level 8 skills are?"

"I know, what about..." Douhu thought seriously for a moment: "Life Mall?"

"It's a life bank!" Suzaku really wanted to give him a kick: "Its core ability is to permanently convert life, energy and talents between living bodies."

"I know." Douhu disagreed, and he was suddenly startled: "Wait, you want to transfer your talent?"

Suzaku nodded: "You have fought against Qilin, and you should know very well that many talents are concentrated in one person. The effect of one plus one is definitely greater than two."

Douhu's eyes lit up: "So you want to concentrate everyone's talents on one person?"

"Theoretically it's possible, but in reality..." Suzaku shook his head: "We don't have that time."

Douhu also took out a cigarette and played with it in his hand: "Continue talking."

"My life bank can freely convert lives between targets, one-to-one, many-to-many, but there are many restrictions. First, the transaction party must be voluntary, otherwise there is a risk of failure and the effect will be compromised. In addition, the transaction Target, cannot trade again for a year.”

"The transfer of energy and talent has more restrictions. First of all, the transaction can only be one-to-one. That is to say, one person's talent can only be transferred to another person, and once transferred, it can never be returned, and anyone can only transfer it within a year. Trade once, including myself.

"Of course, as an intermediary, I am not subject to this restriction, but as a transaction party, I am the same as everyone else. In addition, the number of transactions for life, energy and talent overlap, so Gao Yang and I cannot do any more transactions this year."

Douhu scratched his head: "It means that even in an ideal situation, before starting a battle with the dead beast, we can only transfer the talents of half of the people to the other half, which is equivalent to half the combat power."

"Yes." Suzaku nodded: "It is impossible to concentrate all the talents into one person."

Douhu touched his chin: "It's not bad just to cut the combat power in half. It can also avoid more sacrifices."

"I think so too." Suzaku looked at his companions around him: "Those who don't want to join the war can voluntarily transfer their energy and talents to others. In this way, they will almost become ordinary people and will no longer be targeted by dead beasts. There is no need to be afraid of sacrifice. If we win in the end, they can live forever. If we lose, everyone will die together, no difference."

"Sounds good, everyone should support it." Douhu smiled.

"Well, when Gao Yang comes back, we will have a meeting to decide." Suzaku said.

"Row!"

Douhu was eager to try, but he was busy again.

He began to look for a suitable candidate, without considering whether the other party would voluntarily give up his talent.

At this moment, Qing Ling, Nana, Ling Le, and Hong Xiaoxiao were sitting together, eating instant noodles.

"Ah, I really want to eat jumping frog." Looking at the instant noodles in his hand, Liao felt a little nauseous.

"I also want to eat the food cooked by my mother." Hong Xiaoxiao sighed.

When talking about food, Qing Ling unconsciously put down the instant noodles in her hand:

The sweet potato noodles in Uncle Liu’s Malatang, the braised pork ribs made by Officer Huang, the boiled fish made by Aunt Lin, the beef offal noodles from the late-night snack stall opposite Licheng University, the flavored sixty-flavored rice noodles made by Uncle Gaoyang...

Just as Qing Ling's thoughts were about to drift away, a chill suddenly hit her back!
(End of this chapter)