Based on the information Song Qingshu had provided, it had taken Little Black two days and two nights to obtain this lead. He had thought that there would be significant progress, but before this step could be taken, the lead had been cut off again … even he felt vaguely annoyed.
Now, where to find this mud-playing little girl called Nüwa had become a thorny problem.
Of course, if he hadn't been restricted by the Dao talisman seal, he could have used her aura to track down and lock onto a target, but that would have caused the global power grid to go down, which wasn't an outcome he wanted to see.
It was very clear that the stone ghost mask was a very tricky problem. Boss Tan looked at the three distressed people and was deep in thought. After a moment, he took out an iron box from his drawer and gave it to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
"Boss Tan … what's this?"
"There's a hawthorn tree seed inside," Boss Tan replied. "This is a promise I made to that girl when I was little. I'll find a place to plant the seed, and as long as it blossoms and bears fruit one day, that girl will appear under it. "
"Will this really work …"
It had been so many years … he probably couldn't even remember the names of his kindergarten classmates anymore. Those promises he had made when he was little really didn't sound very reliable. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal recalled how he had boasted every day when he was little that he would marry all the girls in kindergarten, but now … he was still a single dog!
"There's no other way, I can only try everything I can …" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal opened the iron box, picked up the hawthorn tree seed inside, and sighed.
By the time they returned to Wenxian Garden with the hawthorn tree seed, it was already close to midnight. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu had gone to confirm a few things. They had heard from Loopy Toad that Mo Immortal Castle had sent two people to investigate during the day. Even with his eyes closed, Song Qingshu knew that they had to have been sent by the Lady of the Castle to confirm whether he was dead or not.
Unfortunately, Loopy Toad had simply and roughly flushed them down the toilet, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal Castle hadn't been able to ask them for more details. Otherwise, they would have definitely been able to get a lot of little-known secrets out of these two people.
"Be careful in the next two days. Those people definitely know that you're not dead. " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal told Song Qingshu as he planted the hawthorn seed in his backyard.
"Don't worry, Senior. Senior Wang hasn't taken back his long johns yet!" Song Qingshu replied.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal broke out in a sweat. "… Most enchanted magic treasures have a time limit, and Brother Ling will probably enchant them again regularly. I don't think you have much time left with the long johns you're wearing. So, when it's time to run, you have to run, understand? "
Song Qingshu nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Yes, yes, of course, Senior! I haven't returned Senior Wang's flip-flops. If I were to run now, I would be faster than a reporter! "
"…"
Song Qingshu: "Speaking of which, are these hawthorn seeds really useful?"
"Who knows …" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal patted the spirit soil in his hand and sighed slightly.
According to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's calculations, it would take at least five days for the seeds to sprout, given the power of the spirit earth and the current cultivation speed. It would take at least half a month for it to grow into a hawthorn tree. The most important thing was whether that girl called Nüwa would show up as promised.
Staring at the spirit earth, the two of them sank into deep thought, feeling a severe pain in the ass.
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It was June 3rd on Friday in the sixth week of the semester.
That morning, some families were happy and some were sad. For the sake of the military training, the boys had all shaved their hair to a crew cut. Some of the more heroic ones, like Super Chen, had been straightaway shaved bald by the hairdresser.
Holding his head, Super Chen wanted to cry but had no tears to shed. He had clearly told the hairdresser that he only needed to trim his hair … even if it was a crew cut, he had to look handsome! Who would have thought that the hairdresser would, in the blink of an eye, trim and embroider him into a bald Wu Ke?
Super Chen felt that he must have owed the hairdresser a huge sum of money in his previous life; he was really bloody unlucky!
When Teacher Pan walked into the classroom, it was actually a little noisy as everyone was discussing hairstyles. But today, Teacher Pan uncharacteristically didn't get angry. Instead, she silently put her handouts on the lectern and admired the boys' crew cuts with the girls around her.
As a man, he should feel refreshed like this. How good was this!
As a pioneer teacher at No. 60 High, Teacher Pan had led many batches of elite students. The most impressive thing about Teacher Pan was her strict teaching style and class rules. She was a person who liked to follow the rules, and anyone who got to know her for a long time would have a deep impression of her obsessive-compulsive disorder. Now that all the boys had shaved their crew cut, Teacher Pan's mood was as relaxed as if she had been constipated for a long time and had finally been released.
While Teacher Pan was rejoicing over the boys' new looks in Grade One, Class Three, on the other side, the General Administration of 100 Schools in Songhai city was in an uproar.
Odd Zhuo sat at his desk with a little bitter resentment. Ever since No. 60 High had been attacked by Shadow Stream killers, he hadn't been able to let it go. Thus, as soon as he took office, he had increased the vigilance of all the high schools within the jurisdiction of the General Administration of 100 Schools in Songhai city. This was to prevent heretics from rising again.
Odd Zhuo didn't want to make the slightest slip-up while he was still in office.
The official culture of cultivators was far more complicated than ordinary people could imagine. No. 60 High was his alma mater; if he couldn't even protect it, it would inevitably become a topic of gossip and ridicule. It was almost time for No. 60 High's military training, so Odd Zhuo had secretly increased the security at No. 60 High in the last few days.
Unfortunately, Odd Zhuo received bad news at this juncture.
The younger sister of the Master of Shadow Stream, who had been captured at No. 59 High School previously … had broken out of prison!
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Songhai City's Class One Prison was an important place for serious criminals deployed by the Cultivation Police Department. A lot of "famous" criminals had been imprisoned here. The criminal from Furi Cultivation University who had poisoned his roommate had been locked up here for a very long time, and was finally executed in accordance with the law.
This incident had alarmed national leaders, and it just so happened that members of the central cultivation inspection team were in Songhai city. Secretary Dakang had rushed to the scene almost immediately. To be honest, it was quite inconceivable that someone had broken out of the national Class One Prison for serious criminals.
It had to be noted that all the cultivators who had been sent to prison had special sealing spells cast on them, and the handcuffs they wore were also specially made to restrict the output of their abilities. Furthermore, there was a huge sealing array at the bottom of the prison, which had a radius of ten thousand li. Coupled with the high walls that even an attacking giant wouldn't be able to cross, breaking out of the prison was simply nonsense …
After Secretary Dakang arrived at the scene, the Cultivation Police Department had already dispatched the Major Crimes Investigation Unit to investigate the situation.
The only good news that could be confirmed at the moment was that the criminal hadn't left Songhai City's high security prison …
It was just that the way he had escaped was a little inconceivable. The other party had actually dismantled the steel plate under the bed and used only a fork for instant noodles to forcibly dig out a passage!
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