AWB Chapter 120 Playing with Ghosts
Chapter 120 Playing with Ghosts
Chapter 120 Playing with Ghosts
"We survived...we survived!!"
"Hahaha, they're gone, they're all gone, they're all gone!!!"
"We won! We won!!!"
At that moment, a cheer suddenly erupted throughout the ancient capital. The light of dawn was already incredibly bright. Although the dark clouds and rain were still there, it no longer mattered to them.
As long as the undead army is gone, the city is saved, and they will survive!
On the city wall, all the mages collapsed to the ground. This catastrophe had exhausted all their potential. They were prepared to die, but they never expected to survive until now and witness the receding tide of the undead!
It's unbelievable, even they themselves find it hard to believe.
However, all of this is true; the undead army has retreated.
Countless people fell backward, letting the rain lash their faces; the cold rain was scalding hot, unable to extinguish the excitement and ecstasy in their hearts!
So many people embraced tightly, and after the despair, cries filled the air—acquaintances and strangers alike…
"Well, this clone's power has been exhausted. As for the main body, I should also retreat," the masked man said to Lu Jie.
Lu Jie nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The masked man simply smiled and said, "I wonder if your gust of wind will evolve into a massive storm in this world..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the masked man's body was swallowed up by the divine power, and the golden Gundam, without the support of power, instantly dissipated into the world.
Lu Jie summoned a wooden dragon, which flew back to the top of the signal tower in the experimental building.
In the distance, a woman dressed in red quietly watched this scene.
"You've ruined my grand event! Very well, very well indeed..."
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Only when the tide of the dead recedes can all sides send reinforcements.
Countless helicopters circled over the inner city, frequently delivering supplies, and batches of mages began rebuilding the city.
The rain didn't stop until the third day. The survivors were housed in temporary shelters, surrounded by high walls, which at least made them feel safer...
The Clock Tower Conference Hall.
Some freshly delivered fruit was placed on the table; it looked delicious and must have been airlifted from the south.
Du Xiao, Zhu Meng, and others sat at the conference table, with Lu Jie and Mo Fan beside them.
"I have to thank you all. If you hadn't risked your lives to jump into the Abyss of Evil, the ancient capital would have been destroyed."
"President, you flatter me." Zhang Xiaohou said somewhat nervously, "I don't think anyone would be unmoved by this."
Even if you're carrying a stone in your arms, it should be warmed up by now.
"No need to be so modest. You will still receive the rewards you deserve. These assistances are indispensable on your magical journey," Han Ji said.
"Hey, guild leader, how come you only have seventeen or eighteen Star River Veins?" Mo Fan, thick-skinned as ever, blurted out.
"You're asking for the moon! Seventeen or eighteen? Why don't you just rob us old folks all of us!" Zhu Meng shouted.
"Hahaha!!"
The meeting room was filled with smiles.
"Alright, there aren't seventeen or eighteen, but I can make the decision that each of you will receive two Star River Veins, as well as other cultivation resources," Han Ji said.
"Something is worse than nothing." Mo Fan looked at Zhu Meng provocatively. Old man, you're not as easy to talk to as Chairman Han Ji. Look at this little old man, how kind he is.
Zhu Meng was furious, blowing his beard and glaring. He was certain that his birth chart was definitely incompatible with this guy's.
"Of course, in addition to cultivation resources, after our discussion, I will specially grant Lu Jie and Mo Fan the title of honorary councilors, and there will be other arrangements for the others as well," Han Ji said.
"No way, I just want to be a carefree mage, don't put any official positions on me," Mo Fan said, shaking his head.
"That's right. People are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. I'm more afraid of being praised too high, because the fall will be harder." Lu Jie said with deep agreement.
Han Ji and the others looked at each other for a moment, then laughed.
"You're all being far too modest," Du Xiao said with a smile.
"We're not being modest; we prioritize stability, we prioritize stability."
Then Han Ji said, "Don't worry, it's just a title. Of course, it still has some real power, and they won't come to you with any big or small matters."
After listening, they felt there were no problems and readily accepted the offer.
In the years that followed, the ancient capital underwent extensive reconstruction.
For thousands of years, every night, spirits would wander outside the ancient capital. Only highly skilled mages could move at night. But since this catastrophe, not a single spirit can be seen within hundreds of kilometers of the ancient capital!
It's not that the dead have completely disappeared, but rather that they all stay obediently in their own tombs, underground palaces, and ancient mausoleums, never leaving their homes!
This phenomenon greatly shocked all the major powers. They remembered that hundreds of years ago, the spirits of the ancient capital were also so well-behaved. But it is unknown from which dynasty it began, the spirits began to leave their territory and start to rampage and trample on human land at night...
They seem to be constrained!
I had expected the resurrection of the ancient king to be a disaster, but unexpectedly, all the dead were restrained and obeyed their own rules!
This is a good thing for the ancient capital, which is famous for its spirits. But once the spirits disappear completely, many of the "industries" that originated from the spirits will disappear, and the city will fall into depression.
However, if the undead become too rampant, it will be another catastrophe for the ancient capital.
Everything was in perfect order; the dead had their own place, and humans had their own land. For the ancient capital, this was true peace.
After all, the presence of the undead is what keeps the demons of the Qinling Mountains from running rampant...
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Time flies, and after the snow, early spring is just around the corner.
"Come on, drink!" Wang Sanpang raised his glass and said to everyone present in high spirits.
"Haha, I never expected we'd spend the New Year like this. Anyway, as long as we're alive, that's good," Zhang Xiaohou said.
"Yes, we're incredibly lucky; neither disaster killed us!" Zhao Kunsan said.
"Of course, we also have to thank these two great contributors this time. If it weren't for them, would we still be able to have this gathering?" Zhou Min said.
"Hahaha, we have to make them drink themselves into oblivion tonight, or none of them will be allowed to leave."
"drink!"
……
After several rounds of drinks, everyone was drunk.
Only Lu Jie remained somewhat conscious. He called several cars to take everyone back to their respective residences, and then he himself took a car back to the hotel.
As soon as Lu Jie lay down on the bed, he felt something soft pressing down on him.
He groggily opened his eyes, and after seeing that it was Liu Ru, he sobered up.
"How come it's you?" Lu Jie asked in surprise.
Liu Ru didn't reply, but just looked at Lu Jie quietly with a smile in her eyes, her two exquisite and beautiful jade feet swaying in the air.
The bed creaked as her jade-like feet swayed.
"What, aren't you welcoming me?" Liu Ru asked, her cherry lips slightly parted.
"No, no." Lu Jie turned his head away, not daring to look at her.
You're making it easy for people to commit crimes!
Liu Ru chuckled softly, then straddled Lu Jie's waist, slowly leaned down, and used both hands to straighten his head.
"Now it's my turn to take charge."
(End of this chapter)