Give Douluo a technological shock

Before we had flown far into the clouds, we heard the voice of that annoying logistics assistant, 0526, again.

"The latest interpretation information of the [Fusang] system indicates that there were two people, and another person was not detected because he was not on the wanted list."

According to the latest progress of the [Fusang] compilation team, based on the force feedback of the Blue Silver Node at that time, it should be a young evil spirit master.

"The command's order is to check on this little evil spirit master on the way, and if something is wrong, eliminate him completely."

Upon hearing this instruction, Kong Tian paused for a moment before nodding in acceptance.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

"Yes, I wish you great success!"

Sky: "..."

With his Super Douluo strength, how could he possibly lose to a group of underdeveloped evil soul masters?

If this gets flipped... never mind, it's better not to plant a flag. That's what happened last time, and I suffered a huge loss at the hands of that damn Poison Undying.

Moreover, using high-end combat power to eliminate evil Soul Masters has always been Xingdou's consistent approach.

In Chen Fu's instructions to their Evil Soul Elimination Team, "evil soul" refers to the soul, not the martial soul.

At the same time, Chen Fu believes that the original Shrek Supervisory Committee was just a bunch of responses.

The notorious evil spirit masters of today are all the result of the mistakes of the previous generation, but Shrek Academy has made the next generation bear the burden of these mistakes, resulting in an extremely high mortality rate for the inspection team.

Therefore, Chen Fu learned from Shrek's defense experience and used the previous generation to clean up the mistakes of the previous generation.

What nonsense about the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather? What a load of bull! Every piece of bread that Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion elders eats every day is stained with the blood of the Overwatch Corps!

"Raising a tiger will bring trouble, nurturing an enemy will enhance one's own prestige"—this is Chen Fu's assessment of Shrek Academy.

What's hilarious is that Shrek Academy completely messed up this logic, creating an evil soul master at the Limit Douluo level.

If these incompetent elders had drunk less tea or sunbathed less, how could there have been any opportunity for evil spirit masters to run rampant?

Many times, Chen Fu felt that Shrek Academy was the real villain, and the evil spirit masters were just a group of players leveling up by grinding monsters.

They first attacked the villager NPCs, then the Soul Master teams from various countries, then upgraded to Shrek Academy's inspection team NPCs, and finally directly upgraded to Title Douluo, causing Shrek Academy to selectively become blind.

It is euphemistically called: honing.

Therefore, the purge team led by Kong Tian and others was established under this ideology.

Young people, please step aside. This is an anime for the elderly. Kids should just focus on studying and improving their knowledge and spiritual power.

After regaining its senses, Kong Tian did not fly at high speed for long before suddenly stopping.

While looking down at the ground, he also spoke to 0526 in the internal channel:

"Target spotted. Target is approaching the Tang Clan ruins. Someone...someone is digging up graves. How should this be judged???"

"..."

On the other end of the channel, a plain-looking girl sitting in the Star Dou Logistics Department was taken aback upon hearing this, then immediately reacted and spoke in a pleasant, clear voice to the scrolling screen in front of her:

"We're analyzing the character data. The analysis is... just watch. It's not our place to interfere in this kind of thing."

A hesitant voice from 0526 reached Kong Tian's ears, causing him to fall silent for a moment.

"I'm gathering information on the identities of those people. Old Kong, don't interfere. Just watch."

After he finished speaking, 0526 fell silent amidst a series of loud bangs.

Having received the exact instructions, Kongtian stood quietly at an altitude of ten thousand meters, silently watching the two forces gradually approach each other.

……

Below, in the dilapidated ruins of the Tang Clan, a group of people were vigorously digging something with shovels.

"Boss, are you sure there's treasure here?"

A thin, ragged man, shoveling dirt, hesitated before speaking to the burly man beside him:

"Furthermore, wouldn't what we're doing be considered illegal or criminal?"

"Of course not!"

The thin man's words slowed the pace of work for the other seven or eight villagers around him, so the burly man quickly said:

"Putting aside the fact that the Tang Clan is a sect left behind by the God of Sin, just considering the most basic right to life, even if someone finds out, who would dare to kill us?"

"Moreover, the Tang Sect has unique skills, which is much more worthwhile than working hard to obtain the Pandora Core."

The burly man's words further fueled the enthusiasm of these fellow villagers, and they all chimed in:

"Exactly! We have to work and study every day, and it takes us six months to buy even the lowest-level Pandora Core, while kids can have it for free. It's so unfair!"

"Yes, yes, yes, if you ask me, Chen... they should just release it for free!"

Someone wanted to call out Chen Fu's name, but due to some concerns, they ultimately changed their wording.

"That grain depot produces so much high-yield grain that we have no worries about food and clothing, but we have to do hard labor just to get a bite to eat. It's just too much."

Someone wanted to say something, but couldn't think of a new term for the moment.

"Haha, you idiot, it's exploitation! You haven't learned anything at all, hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

This made the man blush with embarrassment, and he began to argue loudly:

“They clearly give us three days’ worth of rations for one day’s work, but they insist on forcing us to work five days before giving us two days off. They talk about resisting exploitation, but they just keep exploiting us!”

"Yes, yes, yes! My wife could support me on her own, but they won't let her give me any supplies! That's my wife's personal property! And they're trying to interfere! What's worse, she actually dared to ask me for a divorce! If the people around hadn't stopped her, I would have beaten that bitch to death!"

"Alright, stop arguing. Once we unearth the Tang Clan's secret manual, we'll fly far away. I heard from people on the border that the other three countries treat their people very well now. They don't force us to work, nor do they restrict our freedom."

"Moreover, they are very accepting of Xingdou people. They said they would give us 500,000 as soon as we came, and then we would never have to worry about anything for the rest of our lives."

The burly man stopped the argument and steered them back on track.

They are a group of people who feel unhappy and unfree living in the Starry Sky and who feel oppressed.

Although Xingdou taught them what "freedom," "equality," "oppression," and "resistance" are, they felt oppressed and unfree by Xingdou, so they wanted to "resist."

Of course, they were also self-aware; they only wanted to escape and had no further fantasies.

As for newly arrived commoners who do not have Pandora Cores or independent battle spirit devices, the [Heavenly Dao] generally does not control them too strictly. If they insist on leaving, they can apply for permission and it will be approved.

After all, a complete "information black hole" is not feasible; appropriate information flow is necessary.

As they were talking, the burly man pulled a dark, sticky bone out of the soil beneath his feet.

"Damn it, that's disgusting."

At the same time, he called everyone over.

"We've found it. Let's dig in from here and take a look."

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed over excitedly. It wasn't that they were digging recklessly, but rather that the weakened Tang Clan truly dared not openly exhume graves.

A high-level Soul Master could scan the coffin with their spiritual power and find that it contained nothing they wanted. Naturally, they wouldn't do something so disgusting.

The absence of burial mounds prevents idle, bored people from digging them up randomly.

However, nothing in this world is difficult if you set your mind to it.

Perhaps the people who buried Tang Ya's parents' remains never imagined that ordinary people would actually dare to come to the Tang Clan ruins to dig up their graves.

Just as everyone was clinking and clanging their shovels and vigorously shoveling soil, a dazzling crimson blue silver grass was slowly and brilliantly growing on the soil they had created.

And without anyone noticing, a bewitching, blood-red rose bloomed, reflecting a dazzling light in the gloomy sunlight.

Chapter 123: [Goodnight, Tang Ya]

The thorny black and red vines pierced everyone's skin little by little, and streaks of crimson blood began to fill their eyes.

"Ah! You...?!"

Amidst a sea of ​​blood-red thorns, the burly man at the head of the group tried to say something, but his vocal cords were severed by sharp teeth on a suddenly forceful vine, and deformed, twisted roots began to wriggle along his blood vessels.

"Cough! Uh...! No!"

The burly man tried to protect his throat with his hands, but he couldn't break free from the bloodthirsty thorns binding his hands with reverse joints. Instead, as he resisted, the thorns exerted force in the opposite direction, and the man's limbs were twisting in a way that defied common sense.

"Ah!...You...Huh?!"

Click!

The burly man tried to say something but could only let out a painful gasp. With a clear, pleasant sound of bones breaking, the pain made his head spin, and he instantly lost consciousness.

"You!! You can't kill us!"

Amidst the blood-red thorns, among the people suspended in mid-air by vines, a gaunt man, about to be drained dry by the blood-sucking thorns, struggled to speak to the black-robed girl in the center below.

"Oh...why can't I kill you?"

The girl in black robes smiled gently, raising her exquisite and beautiful face to speak softly to the gaunt man who was being slowly sliced ​​into shreds by the sharp thorns of the dark blue silver grass:

"The Tang Clan Ruins are very dangerous for ordinary people. Look, this is what happened to you."

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand and gently grasped the hand of a figure whose limbs were twisted inhumanly and unrecognizable.