"Has Brother Luo seen this array before?" asked Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. Actually, he also felt that this array seemed a little familiar; there had been a similar photo on the news more than ten years ago, but he couldn't recall it.
"Senior Immortal, do you remember the Heavenly God Primary School incident from twelve years ago?" Fatty Luo suddenly mentioned a key term.
Next to him, Fatty Luo and Lie Mengmeng were suddenly enlightened. Only Wang Ling was stupefied … Heavenly God Primary School incident? What was that?
Twelve years ago … he had only been four years old at the time, right?
"It was a major terrorist attack back then. A group of children were teleported to an old primary school building, and at the behest of the person who had cast the array, the children who had been caught in the illusion ended up killing each other inside."
Fatty Luo frowned. "The reason why I'm so sure this is the same array pattern that was captured in the news back then is because there's something similar between the incident back then and today's. The parents of the children who were killed back then were all weaponsmiths. Heavenly God Primary School was also a very famous training school for weaponsmiths back then. "
"Sure enough, everything has to do with weaponsmiths." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed.
Lie Mengmeng felt like he had heard something incredible. He remembered that he had only graduated from university a few years ago when the incident happened. "But it seems that someone survived, right?"
"There was indeed one person who survived the incident back then. She was the teacher of that group of children. But according to the police investigation, the teacher wasn't a suspect in the incident, and was also one of the victims, "Fatty Luo said as he rubbed his chin.
"Then how did this teacher escape?"
"I heard that the teacher made a sword out of mud on the spot, and with one slash she directly split open the space. But unfortunately, it took her too long to make the sword out of mud, and she wasn't able to save the children … "
Made a sword out of mud?
Wang Ling's eyebrows twitched slightly as he suddenly recalled what Boss Tan had said about the little girl who had made the stone ghost mask out of mud.
But could it be the same person?
…
…
When they entered the second floor, Wang Ling could clearly feel that there were fewer random soldiers here than on the first floor. During the fierce battle on the first floor just now, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's Skybomb Grenade had probably attracted the minions on the second floor to the first floor, and they had been eliminated in passing.
Although there were still three or four of them hiding in the dark on the second floor, they were nothing to be afraid of.
On the way, Lie Mengmeng held the night-vision camera and curiously observed the surrounding scenery, afraid that he would leave behind a clue similar to the array pattern from before.
Seeing Wang Ling walking silently at the front on his own, he suddenly turned around and asked Fatty Luo and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal curiously, "By the way, how do Brother Grenade-Throwing and this fat uncle know our Ling Ling?"
The corners of Fatty Luo's mouth twitched. "My full name is Luo Chuang … Also, I'm actually the same age as your Brother Grenade-Throwing."
This time, it was Lie Mengmeng's mouth that twitched. "…" Fatty Luo really looked too old!
He had thought that the gap between cultivators and ordinary people was actually very big, but after careful observation, Lie Mengmeng suddenly felt that this wasn't the case. Whether it was cultivators or ordinary people, there was always someone who looked like a parent, but was actually a student … Lie Mengmeng suddenly recalled his youth when he had been at school.
Sighing in his heart, Lie Mengmeng corrected the way he addressed them before asking, "Then, Brother Grenade-Throwing and Brother Luo, how do you know our Ling Ling?"
In Lie Mengmeng's opinion, Wang Ling was actually a rather cold and aloof person, the kind of person who didn't make friends very easily. Lie Mengmeng remembered that when he had first entered the Wang family, he had taken the initiative to greet Wang Ling a few times, but Wang Ling had always had an expressionless expression on his face … it always reminded Lie Mengmeng of those emotionless statues of gods that he had worshipped in the temple during the New Year — the expression on his face was exactly the same!
"Do you know about a thing called a forum?" Speaking of his friendship with Wang Ling, it was before the chat group had been set up, when the cultivation forum had just been set up, and it actually took a long time to talk about it.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal thought for a bit. "I remember back then, when our forum was first set up, it was a big hit on the Internet. Because some big shots would often come to the forum to hold online seminars, it attracted a lot of school students. After that, some schools specially bought the copyright for our online seminars and made them into handouts for students to use. Over time, there were a lot of advertisers who wanted to sponsor our forum and invest in it. Then, there was a small snack manufacturer who sold crispy noodle snacks. "
"Oh …" Lie Mengmeng suddenly understood.
When he heard this … or to be exact, when he heard the words "crispy noodle snacks," Lie Mengmeng was already completely aware of what had happened.
"Senior Immortal and Brother Ling's friendship is naturally very deep; I only met him recently." Fatty Luo looked at Lie Mengmeng and chuckled. "By the way, what do you think of Brother Ling, Brother Song?"
"Him …"
Lie Mengmeng cupped his chin in his hand as he thought carefully. Then, covering his mouth, he whispered in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's ear, "Actually, I've always felt that he's a pretty cool person on the inside. When I look for him online, he always sends me ellipses … Brother Grenade-Throwing, don't you think that all cool people on the inside like to send ellipses? "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal almost couldn't agree with this, and nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.
At that moment, the two of them reached a consensus!
Just like Lie Mengmeng had said, Grenade-Throwing felt that chatting with Wang Ling was too much effort!
Every time, he had to figure out Wang Ling's intentions from those ellipses …
"Apart from that, our Ling Ling is actually a pretty good kid. He's handsome, has long legs, and has a good brain. The key is that you only need to give him a few crispy noodle snacks to keep him alive. Raising Wang Ling at home saves both worry and money. The only bad thing about him is that you can't touch him carelessly, otherwise he might explode. " Staring at Wang Ling's back, Lie Mengmeng heaved a deep sigh. "If only Ling Ling was a cat, I would definitely hug and suck it every day!"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Fatty Luo: "…"
After Lie Mengmeng said this, the scene clearly fell into a dead silence.
Roughly two minutes later, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal copied Lie Mengmeng's action of covering his mouth just now and whispered in his ear, "Hm … I'll tell you a secret."
Lie Mengmeng: "???"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Brother Ling might be quite far away from us, but at this distance … he can actually hear what we're saying …"
"…"
Looking in Wang Ling's direction, Lie Mengmeng abruptly realized that Wang Ling had actually quickened his pace!
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