If the Holy Sanctum wanted to develop, now was the best time.
All the top fighters in the school had been transferred out, and only a few people were left to guard the place.
And the few people guarding the place had just been attacked by the cult. At this time, the healing effect of Saint Power would definitely play a big role.
As he thought of this, Lin Sheng slowly closed his eyes and began to nurse the mental weakness caused by the recent death.
Up until now, his mind had been weakened from dying once, and he would recover in two hours at most. But the cooldown time of the dream was still a day.
After a quiet night, Lin Sheng was completely immersed in meditating on the Ashen Seal.
In the next few days.
Lin Sheng occasionally returned to the school and the workshop to check on the situation, but most of the time, he was trying to find a way to fight the red-haired woman.
What troubled him was that the large number of explosives he had buried could not be ignited under the influence of the red-haired woman's freezing air.
He had also tried chemical gas, but it was completely ineffective.
He even tried to borrow powerful dark powers from the school's warehouse to modify guns.
These modified guns had an effect that ordinary guns could not compare to, and that was, they were extremely lethal against Transcendents.
But unfortunately, the bullets fired from the guns were cut into pieces by the woman's sword before they could get within two meters of her.
Another two days passed.
Lin Sheng personally went up to fight a war of attrition, and after a dozen moves, he was killed in seconds. Finally, he decided to go big.
But against Transcendents, especially the extremely powerful ones, the effect of ordinary weapons was already very weak.
So, Lin Sheng turned his attention to the school's storage of powerful dark power weapons.
Generally, modified dark-energy weapons were also open to students. But for really powerful weapons of mass destruction, even the average teacher would need to submit an application in advance.
It was very difficult to get in touch with them.
So, he needed to think about it carefully.
A week later.
Lin Sheng had investigated the information he needed. At the same time, the entire villa area had been turned into a sacred ground.
The villa was also covered with high-power lights to prevent the faint fluorescence of the sacred ground from attracting outsiders' attention.
With everything in place, Lin Sheng's spirit was a little tired.
He had been in a state of tension for a long time, and he kept getting killed, many times in a row. He also needed to relax a little.
He came out of the basement and fed the three captives.
Lin Sheng arranged for a few red-armored warriors to stand guard while he strolled around for a while and found a familiar noodle restaurant to sit down.
Huang Family Noodle House
Lin Sheng was a regular customer here. Usually, when she was hungry, she would come here to eat lunch.
Eating noodles for lunch had basically become Lin Sheng's recent habit.
The noodle house was very small. There were only six yellow wooden tables. The benches were the type that could seat two people, and the wood was a little cracked.
In the rectangular shop, there were menus pasted on both sides of the walls, and the prices of the various dishes were marked on them.
Lin Sheng sat down at the table by the door.
"Boss, a bowl of hot and sour beef noodles, spicy and egg."
"No problem." The owner was an uncle in his forties. He wore a soft white round hat on his head, a clean white apron, and plastic gloves on his hands. He looked simple and honest.
His wife and teenage daughter helped in the shop together.
The young and pretty girl always wore a light blue shop assistant uniform. Her little butt was tight, wrapped in white jeans, and there was no gap between her beautiful legs. It was very eye-catching.
The male customers in the shop could not help but steal glances at the girl.
But this was a bustling area of the city, and no one dared to really harass others. On the contrary, because of this beautiful scenery, it slightly increased the popularity of the shop.
It was only after Lin Sheng got to know the owner that he realized how difficult it was for this family.
The owner's wife was remarried later. The ex-wife owed a lot of gambling debts, and the creditors came to the door. With no other choice, the family could only go far away and come to Miga.
Unfortunately, they were unfamiliar with the people and the place, and they were not even familiar with the language. Not to mention the written word.
The daughter barely went to school for a few years, and after that, she could not keep up with the progress and was bullied at school. In desperation, she could only drop out.
Otherwise, who would have a child in his teens helping out in the shop?
Lin Sheng took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks container. This pasta originated from Celine was also one of the sources of his sense of belonging to Celine.
Because pasta was also one of his favorite foods in his previous life.
Soon, the girl slowly walked over with a huge brown bowl that occupied half the size of the table and placed it on Lin Sheng's table.
"Your noodles are here. This is extra large. "
Lin Sheng nodded, inserted the chopsticks, and picked up a large piece of noodles from the slightly hot and fragrant soup. He stirred it, wrapped it around the chopsticks, and sent it into his mouth.
There were not many people eating noodles in the shop. Apart from him, there were only three.
Usually, Lin Sheng would not pay attention to other customers eating noodles in the shop, but among the three people today, one of them caught his attention.
It was a long-haired girl in a high school uniform.
She sat alone in the corner, her long hair hanging down, and her clothes seemed to be a little wet. She looked a little disheveled and disheveled.
Other people ate noodles with their heads down while it was hot, and they stuffed it into their mouths with chopsticks.
But she sat in her seat, holding the bowl with both hands, motionless, as if the bowl was a mirror, and she was carefully looking at herself in it.
"Taozi, the noodles at table three, quickly bring it over." The owner's wife called from inside.
The daughter of the noodle shop owner was called Taozi. She responded crisply, ran over, and brought the noodles to table three. On her way back, she passed by the long-haired high school girl.
Taozi was very envious of these girls who could go to school. She saw the girl looking down at the bowl of noodles, and faintly heard the sound of crying.
"Sister, when you're sad, nothing is more comfortable than eating a bowl of hot noodles."
She comforted her in a low voice, gently took out a tissue from her pocket, and put it in the high school girl's hand.
Slap.
Suddenly, her hand was grabbed.
The high school girl's pale palm grasped Taozi's hand tightly. The blue veins on the back of her hand were exposed, and it looked a little scary.
Taozi was startled, and her whole body trembled. But she quickly calmed down and calmed her emotions.
"Sister … It's … It's okay … Everything will pass … Think about it … It's okay …"
She felt that her hand was tightly grasped by the other person's hand, and the other person's body temperature was abnormally cold, like ice.
Suddenly, the high school girl began to lower her head and sob softly.
Her crying was very small, only the sound of a mosquito at first, and then it gradually became clearer.
Taozi saw her tears drop into the bowl from time to time. She couldn't help but feel the same way.
She kept comforting the girl, but after talking for a while, Taozi suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The light in the noodle shop seemed to be faintly dim. There were some voices around just now, but now there was no sound at all.
Her parents used to ask her to bring the noodles every once in a while, but now there was no sound at all for at least five minutes.
"Sister, I still have to go help. You eat slowly. I'll come back later. "Taozi was a little flustered.
She looked up at her surroundings.
The kitchen where the noodles were served was dark, and the light inside seemed to be a lot dimmer. The light bulb had just been changed.
Her mother, who sat at the kitchen door and was responsible for collecting money, was now gone, leaving only a lonely red lacquer chair there.
Her father's busy voice was still there, but she didn't know why the familiar clanking of bowls and chopsticks sounded a little scary at this time.
Taozi looked down at the high school girl again.
The girl's black hair hung down, covering her face, and she sat motionless in her seat. But the hand holding her hand was getting tighter and tighter, and it was getting more and more painful.
"Sister … Can you let go? My hand is hurting from your grip … "Taozi whispered.
The high school girl didn't move, just sat there quietly, and even her crying was gone. She was like a lifelike wax figure.
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