I can find treasures in my dreams.

Chapter 388 Goddess, your chicken feet are exposed from under your skirt
Tianfu Province.

Bamboo Embroidery Market.

The process of the Slaughter Axe killing the messenger of God was also clearly seen by Wen Zehan's satellite eye.

With the intention of collecting it, he actually saved a high-definition video of this battle.

A 30-second video quietly appeared on the laptop's hard drive, but its capacity was as high as 20G.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open.

My wife came in with a thermos.

Wen Zehan smiled and said, "Xiumei, let me show you something."

The wife put the thermos cup next to her husband, so he could just reach it with his hand, and asked curiously, "What is it?"

Wen Zehan stretched out a finger and pointed it at the wall: "Look!"

next second.

A bit of misty starlight bloomed, and then it exploded with a "pop" sound.
A picture suddenly appeared on the wall. It was brighter than the projector and the picture was clearer, as if it were a real scene.

His wife was amazed: "Old Wen, when did you learn this trick?"

Wen Zehan smiled with a bit of pride: "I just chatted with Mr. Ling Ya for a few words, and Mr. Ling Ya gave me some pointers, and then I came to my senses."

He sighed again, “Mr. X, the Gamenian who first obtained satellite images, never figured out the projection function until his death.

"Mr. Ling Ya saw at a glance that it was possible to play this way. With the guidance of a top expert, it is indeed twice the result with half the effort in cultivation."

The wife nodded and said, "Mr. Ling Ya and Mr. Ghost are the true pioneers. They risked their lives to open up a path through the thorns. All that is needed for future generations is to follow this path."

Wen Zehan agreed: "That's true."

He pointed to the wall and said, "I just recorded a very exciting battle. I guarantee it will open your eyes."

The pictures on the wall began to move.

This was exactly the wonderful performance of the Slaughter Axe.

When the messenger of God saw the battle axe coming towards him, his translucent body suddenly turned into mist and instantly sank under the snow.

After a while.

The messenger of God rushed out again in a panic.

It wasn't that he found the snow too cold.

Instead, a bunch of green vines suddenly burst out from the snow and forced the messenger out.

The messenger of God immediately activated the power of the white umbrella and performed a short-distance teleportation of two meters.

But as soon as he appeared, the second bunch of vines burst out and lashed at the messenger of God fiercely.

The messenger was caught off guard and was immediately hit by the vines.

Originally he was in a translucent state, so physical weapons could not cause much damage to him, but the vines were different.

The surface of each vine emitted a faint glow, which hit the messenger of God hard like a whip.

"Crack! Crack!"

Accompanied by a series of sounds.

The messenger of God was whipped away like a ball and landed right under the battle axe.

The battle axe fell and hit the messenger of God hard.

"Oh!"

The messenger of God flew again.

And this time it flew farther, flying more than 20 meters away in an instant.

Fortunately, the messenger of God used his white umbrella to block the battle axe, so he was not killed by the axe.

Although he blocked the attack, his translucent body began to shake violently.

Sometimes it is blurry, sometimes it is clear, and it looks like it may collapse at any time.

This is not surprising. The Gang Jin that the warrior possesses is a level higher than Jin Li, so he was able to beat the messenger of God like this with just one blow.

The messenger of God managed to steady himself with great difficulty, his eyes filled with deep fear.

Slaughter Axe did not pursue, but hooked his finger at the envoy, saying jokingly: "I remember a envoy said that the White Umbrella Sect will drive all the Daxia dogs out of Shapudian sooner or later."

He paused and asked, "I am from Daxia, why don't you try to chase one away?"

In fact, he was originally a Gameni, and his real name was "Eric". Later, he was captured by the Mountain of Gods and transformed into a modified weapon, and then he was rescued by Yang Fan.

Originally, his strength could not have improved any further, but with the help of potential and mutant constellations, he completed an incredible transformation and became a warrior.

It was because of this experience that Eric hated the Gameni Federation from the bottom of his heart, so he considered himself a Daxia.

Faced with the words "try it", the messenger of God didn't even dare to fart and just turned around and ran away.

The two sides were chasing and fleeing like a cat playing with mouse.

The messenger of God was chased for several kilometers, but was still tied up by vines.

Slaughter Axe grabbed the messenger's head with one big hand and crushed it.

This is the end.

The shot ends.

Wen Zehan asked: "How was it? Was it very exciting?"

The wife nodded and said "hmm".

She paused, her tone a little strange: "I have a feeling that the battle of Slaughter Axe seems to be a deliberate performance."

Wen Zehan was stunned for a moment: "Performance?"

It was as if a flash of lightning appeared in his mind, and he instantly felt as if he had suddenly realized something.

Wen Zehan pondered for a moment, then said, "I understand."

The wife asked, “What do you understand?”

Wen Zehan replied: "You are absolutely right, this is indeed a performance, and the real audience of this performance is the White Umbrella Evil God."

He added: "My hunch just now was correct. Mr. Ghost really has a backup plan."

The wife was puzzled: "What's the back-up plan?"

Wen Zehan asked excitedly, "If you were the evil god, and you saw the Slaughter Axe blocking the border, and saw your messengers being killed easily, what would you think?"

The wife thought for a moment and replied, "The Daxia people have sent warriors to intercept the divine envoy. It seems that there are traitors inside the Glacier Spirit Realm, making it very unsafe for the divine envoy to transport the holy artifact."

Wen Zehan clapped his hands and began to talk: "That's right! So the evil god will definitely give up the messenger and let the devout believers transfer the holy artifact instead.

“Mr. Ghost had previously ordered a massive bombing of the Lap Province, killing at least 100,000 followers of the evil god. This was all meant to set the stage for this moment.

"The evil god has lost a large number of believers, and his options are quite limited. There is something we can do here."

The wife understood what her husband said: "You mean, Mr. Ghost secretly manipulated some believers, waiting for the evil god to take the bait?"

Wen Zehan nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

The wife couldn't help but exclaimed: "Mr. Ghost is amazing!"

Wen Zehan participated in the whole process and was even more touched: "It's really amazing!"

The boss had laid out his plan long ago, and it was not until he peeled off layer by layer like peeling off silk cocoons that he saw the truth of the plan.

This gap made him feel out of reach.

He asked himself, if he were in Mr. Ghost's shoes, would he be able to design such an ingenious trap?
He felt he couldn't do it.

Wen Zehan suddenly looked embarrassed: "Just now I said in front of Mr. Ghost that the evil god would go through the border between Shapudian and the Golden Peacock Kingdom and transport the holy artifact to the Golden Peacock Kingdom. Now it seems that I was wrong.

“What I want, the White Umbrella Evil God must want too, so she won’t go through the Golden Peacock Border at all. She will most likely go to the Antai Kingdom east of Shapudian first, and then try to go to the Golden Peacock Kingdom from the Antai Kingdom.

“Mr. Ghost must have known this a long time ago, so the boss placed the Slaughter Axe at the border of the Golden Peacock and the hidden pieces at the border of the Antai Kingdom.

"It's just that the boss gave me face and didn't slap me in the face in front of so many people."

The wife laughed and said, "If I don't trick you all, how can the White Umbrella Evil God be fooled?"

Wen Zehan shook his head: "It feels so embarrassing."

The wife comforted him, "Okay, okay, actually you are right. The evil god's final destination is still the Golden Peacock Kingdom. He just made a short stop along the way."

She handed over the thermos cup: "Drink more water. The heating temperature in the room is too high. I feel a little hot even wearing a coat."

*
Province of Bolle.

In a village.

The distance between the village and the Kingdom of Antai is only a little over 30 kilometers, which makes it a border village.

But this is only the straight-line distance.

The border between the two countries is surrounded by mountains. If you take the mountain path, the actual distance will at least double.

Radha has been in the village for a day.

Previously, he received an order from a White Umbrella envoy and managed to enter the Eastern City. Then, with the help of the envoy, he successfully joined the Daxia Intelligence Agency, mainly responsible for the intelligence of Lap Province.

Following the instructions of the messenger of God, he passed a large amount of false information to the people of Daxia to provide cover for the development of the White Umbrella Sect.

Originally, according to the estimates of the sect's top leaders, it would take at least two years for the damned Eastern Evil Dragon Daxia to gradually digest most of Shapdian's territory.

In other words, our sect still has two years to develop.

During this period of time, the White Umbrella Sect can use the resources of Daxia to continuously strengthen itself while planting more spikes inside Daxia.

When the sect launches its attack in the future, we will cooperate internally and externally to inflict a heavy blow to the Big Xia Dog.

Just the day before yesterday.

An unexpected change occurred.

The Great Xia Dog somehow noticed the White Umbrella Sect and began a large-scale investigation of all intelligence about the Lap Province.

Naturally, the false information passed by Lada was exposed, and he himself was arrested by Daxiagou.

But even stranger things are yet to come.

When Rada was being interrogated and tortured, the messenger of God sneaked into the interrogation room, suddenly killed several big Xia dogs, and rescued him.

When he woke up, he had miraculously traveled hundreds of kilometers and appeared in this remote mountain village.

The place where he landed was right at the edge of the village, so it alarmed the villagers.

Several villagers came to check the situation and rescued him.

Even not many people within the White Umbrella Sect knew that the sect's influence had actually begun to expand outward.

The sect has quietly developed hundreds of villages as strongholds in some remote areas of the neighboring Boler Province.

All the villagers in this village are believers of the White Umbrella Goddess.

After Rada displayed the "Skiutat" emblem, he was successfully recognized and settled in the village.

The place where he lives now is not the wooden house built by the Shapdian people in the past, but a cave.

Because the temperature is too low now.

When the cold wave disaster first came, the village received help from God's messenger, and they found a cave in a nearby mountain, opened up a large cave, and the entire village moved there.

The temperature in the cave is maintained between 5 and 10 degrees. Although it is not too high, it is not cold enough to kill people.

The villagers also worked together to use wooden boards to separate single rooms in the cave.

It is because of the many favors received from the sect that they became loyal believers of the goddess.

Since Rada was a Skitarii, he was placed in the best single room.

"Boom! Boom!"

There was a knock on the wooden door.

A slightly hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Rada, would you like some white flour?" The wooden door was pushed open, and a thin middle-aged man walked in.

The man held a bowl in his right hand, which was half filled with white paste.

This is obviously white flour.

Rada took a look at the white flour and suddenly felt a little sick.

He knew better than anyone that "white flour" was actually insect powder made from "white parasites", and there was a high probability that some unspeakable things were added to it.

As for the white umbrella insects, they are insects that the White Umbrella Sect instructs villagers to breed.

This is a bug that appeared after the Age of Natural Disasters. It has a very strong resistance to cold and an astonishingly good appetite.

Most organic matter is within their diet.

Villagers regularly go outside to cut down frozen trees, cut them into small pieces and feed them to the white parasites.

It only takes five days for the white parasite to hatch from eggs and grow into an adult.

Finally, the adult insects are dried and ground into powder, which becomes white flour that can be preserved for a long time.

The method of eating white flour is very simple. Melt some snow, add white flour into it, and cook it until it is warm.

You can also get some white parasites, mash them into a paste, add white flour and boil it. This will save you the effort of melting the snow.

During the long cold winter, it was these inconspicuous little insects that kept countless Shapodians alive.

Honestly.

Lada was used to eating good food in Oriental City and couldn't eat this kind of thing that gave off a fishy smell.

But he had to eat it, and he couldn't show any expression of disgust, otherwise it would offend the whole village.

Radha said "thank you", swallowed deliberately, and then reached out to take the bowl.

The moment of getting started.

The skin of his right hand immediately felt that there were many stains on the outer surface of the bowl that had not been washed off.

This made Lada feel even more nauseous.

But this is completely understandable.

In such a harsh environment, getting water is a hassle. How can we expect the villagers to wash their bowls clean after every meal?

At most, you just need to grab a handful of snow and wipe the bowl a few times and that's it.

If the villagers are not particular, they will probably eat the next meal after the previous one, since the low temperature does not easily breed bacteria.

This moment.

Lada suddenly felt a little confused.

An idea came to his mind uncontrollably: "In the future, the sect has made great sacrifices and worked hard to drive away the big Xia dogs and establish a country belonging to the Shapudian people.

“Can we live the life that the Daxia people live now, or continue to eat white flour without even washing the bowls?

"If it's the latter, then is this sacrifice really meaningful?"

The confusion lasted only for a moment, and he quickly suppressed this dangerous thought: "The goddess saved my life, and I am the most devout believer of the goddess."

Lada secretly encouraged himself: "As long as all Shapudian people work together, we can definitely live a life like the Daxia people."

He suppressed his nausea, brought the bowl to his mouth and took a sip. His throat immediately moved several times and he almost vomited.

Because it tastes so bad.

There was only a hint of salt in the paste, which was not enough to overcome the disgusting smell of the white parasites.

Fortunately, Lada kept his head down and the middle-aged villagers didn't notice anything unusual.

He summoned up his utmost willpower and forced himself to swallow the mouthful of paste.

The middle-aged villager glanced at Lada and thought he was eating very happily, so he consciously left and closed the door.

Lada breathed a sigh of relief and immediately put the bowl aside.

at this time.

His eyes suddenly became dazed, and a somewhat disembodied female voice sounded in his ears.

"Rada, the sect needs your selfless dedication now!"

Rada almost jumped up, but he was missing a leg and couldn't complete the move.

This is the sacred voice of the great goddess!
He had heard this voice when he knelt beneath the statue of the goddess and accepted the appointment ceremony of the Crusader Army. He would never forget this voice in his life.

Lada struggled to kneel on the ground and said respectfully: "Great Goddess, I am willing to dedicate everything to the sect!"

The ethereal female voice continued, "Rada, I need you to leave Shapudian as soon as possible and go to the town of Qingkang in the Antai Kingdom alone."

As he spoke, an image of a small town covered in snow and a map of the route across the border to Chiang Khan emerged in Lada's mind.

This incredible method made him stunned for a moment.

Lada thought of something and said hesitantly: "Great Goddess, I am very willing to serve you, but my right leg is gone and I can't walk at all..."

The words are not finished yet.

The goddess interrupted.

"There is a stick nearby. Take it and place it under the broken leg."

Radha was a little confused but did as she was told.

next moment.

A magical scene appeared.

"Om~"

The wooden stick vibrated several times in succession.

Green buds quickly emerged and turned into vines that grew rapidly. Hundreds of vines intertwined with each other and soon weaved into the shape of a leg and firmly fixed it at the broken leg.

Lada was almost stunned.

This was obviously a method performed by the goddess through the air to solve his problem of being unable to walk.

Lada couldn't help but move his vine legs, feeling that this thing wasn't very useful.

Because the rattan legs can only provide support, if you want to walk on the rugged mountain road, especially when the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, it will probably take more than half a month to reach the destination.

If it takes so long, will it delay the goddess's business?

Radha opened her mouth, wanting to express her concerns.

He didn't have a chance to say it.

"Ah~"

Radha cried out.

He felt as if something had pierced into his flesh and blood, causing him to tremble with pain.

But at least he remembered that the goddess was nearby, so he gritted his teeth and tried not to scream.

A few seconds passed.

The severe pain disappeared.

Rada discovered something even more magical—he seemed to be able to clearly sense the vine legs.

This feeling is very strange.

Although there is an indescribable cold feeling, which is different from real legs, there is a wonderful illusion that one can manipulate it at will.

Lada took a deep breath and tried to move her legs.

next second.

The rattan leg actually moved.

Rada's eyes suddenly widened so wide that her eyeballs almost fell out.

Under normal circumstances, when humans move their limbs, the brain first sends out commands, the nerves transmit signals to the corresponding parts, and then the muscles begin to contract or relax.

The movements of the vine legs were half a beat slower than real flesh and blood limbs, but the fact that it could move was a miracle in itself.

Lada knelt on the ground again, with a look of gratitude: "Thank you for the gift of the goddess."

If Yang Fan were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that the rattan leg is just a disposable item.

This thing will wither within five days at most.

From this point, it can also be seen that the current White Umbrella Goddess has not yet mastered the power of the holy weapon.

at this time.

The goddess did not clarify the fact that "the rattan legs are temporary equipment", but just said: "Rada, now I need you to completely open your mind."

Radha did so without hesitation.

He immediately sensed that some kind of power was invading his body, not only his body but also his soul.

He did not resist at all, but tried his best to accept this power.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a white light that was constantly trembling and its brightness was slowly increasing.

Another ten seconds passed.

The light suddenly stopped.

The goddess' voice sounded again, with a hint of doubt in it: "Rada, what have you been through recently?"

The White Umbrella Goddess has too many believers. After all, she is not a real god, so she cannot know the situation of every believer.

She has not yet fully mastered the holy weapon, nor can she do delicate work like reading memories remotely.

It was not until she suddenly realized that there seemed to be another unusual power lurking deep in the soul of this believer that she realized something was wrong.

Lada didn't understand why the goddess asked this, but she quickly told her own experience: "Great goddess, I recently..."

When he talked about passing through ripples in the interrogation room and mysteriously appearing in this village two hundred kilometers away.

The goddess' voice suddenly became sharp: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Lada was stunned.

How can I dare to say it if you don’t ask?

The goddess cursed, "Damn it!"

Rada immediately saw that the light spot dimmed instantly.

He then discovered with horror that the vine legs withered rapidly and turned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

No matter how stupid Lada was, he knew that someone might have secretly tampered with his body, which was very disadvantageous to the goddess, so the goddess took revenge on him in this way.

A male voice suddenly sounded, with a tone full of laughter: "Great goddess, your chicken feet are exposed from under the hem of your skirt!"

The man paused and introduced himself: "My name is Ghost. Many people call me Daxia Ghost. Nice to meet you."

The goddess did not respond.

Radha looks shocked.

He finally realized that his appearance here was not a gift from the goddess, but the work of the ghost of Daxia.

He seemed to have thought of something, and there was great fear in his eyes.

"boom!"

Rada's head exploded, and brain matter mixed with blood splattered all over the compartment.

Then Yang Fan sighed: "Why bother?"

He did not kill anyone.

Instead, the goddess killed Rada from a distance in order to vent her anger.

(End of this chapter)