I Have a Golden Crow-Chapter 691 - 487 Surprise! Spirit Master? _2

Involuntarily, Zhu Weizheng felt something strange in his heart.

I am a solitary traveler,

Tour Guide Du, you don't have to worry about me...

"Something's wrong with that cold mist!" Lin Shiwei said.

"Hmm?"

"What?" Everyone looked forward.

Under the firelight of the black arrow in the night sky, everyone saw a wisp of cold mist dispersing in front of the gas station.

No one felt anything amiss, but Lin Shiwei witnessed the whole process of the cold mist "fleeing"!

The wisp of gray mist should have been blown by the cold wind towards the fuel pumps standing inside the gas station.

However, the gray mist suddenly moved against the wind as it approached?

Lin Shiwei's expression turned to shock, reaching an incredible conclusion in his heart.

Because in this world, only Spiritual Qi has the effect of repelling cold mist!

So, is there a Spirit Master in the gas station?

Or maybe an Ancient Spiritual Artifact, or perhaps a gathering of Spiritual Qi?

Liu Juncai: "Are you sure?"

Lin Shiwei frowned: "I'm sure, there's something odd about that gas station!"

Du Yu: "Let's go and see... uh, there's someone.

Inside the building, the edge of a soldier's hat is visible from the first window on the left."

"Stay on full alert, advance steadily!" Lin Shihao immediately ordered.

The five-member team moved at a steady pace, gradually approaching the gas station.

This was a 1:1 replica of a small gas station.

In the yard, there were only four fuel pumps, and they were all made of clay.

What's commendable is that the builder was meticulous, even equipping the fuel pumps with clay fuel guns?

Heck~

The sense of immersion is pretty good?

"Are you sure it's a soldier, not a Water Charm Illusion Spirit?" The closer they got, the more uneasy Lin Shihao felt.

Du Yu: "Not sure, I only saw the brim of a training cap."

Liu Junxing: "I saw it too."

Lin Shiwei suddenly spoke: "It should be a soldier, and it's a Spirit Soldier."

Du Yu: ???

Due to Lin Shiwei discovering the escape of the cold mist, Du Yu was facing backward at that moment, assisting solitary travelers.

So, he didn't see the scene of the cold mist fleeing.

"Spirit Soldier?" Liu Juncai looked puzzled, "Are you saying Spirit Master?"

"Yes." Lin Shiwei responded casually, as the group had already entered the station, passing by the first row of fuel pumps.

Lin Shihao suddenly spoke, shouting towards the building window: "This is District Thirteen, what was the city's original name?"

As soon as the words fell, there was 2 or 3 seconds of silence inside the gas station.

Finally, a young man's voice came out: "Xuena City."

"Human Race, not Water Charm Illusion Spirit." Lin Shihao nodded to the group, pushing the door to rush in.

However, the door was also made of clay.

Lin Shihao failed to push it open the first time, but with more force on the second try, he directly broke the door...

The room was pitch black, and the firelight from the night sky could only slightly illuminate the soldier sitting below the window.

Lin Shihao stepped forward: "Soldier, we are a search and rescue team, here to take you to a safe area."

Seeing the blood marks on the soldier's face, Lin Shihao hurriedly asked: "Are you hurt, do you need treatment?"

The male soldier carefully examined everyone's faces, then shook his head: "Just a small injury, already healed.

But my Demon Breath is exhausted, trapped here, and I dare not go out temporarily.

Once I replenish my Demon Breath, I can go to the safe zone with you and help you on the way."

"Du Yu, Junxing." Liu Juncai entered command mode, not even using the term Brother Xing.

The girl pointed outside, signaling the two to stand guard.

Liu Junxing and Du Yu, armed with Sword Bow, one walked to the building entrance, the other to another window.

Liu Juncai walked towards the soldier, tentatively asking: "Since you're not injured, let's go now; delay could bring danger.

Plus, there's cold mist here; it's better not to absorb Demon Breath."

The soldier said: "Our Hundred-Man Legion, each person's constitution is very special, the cold mist will avoid us.

By my side, you can also try to replenish your Demon Breath."

Liu Juncai and Lin Shihao exchanged a glance, then looked at Lin Shiwei.

The girl's judgment was accurate!

Coincidentally, Lin Shiwei also exchanged a glance with Du Yu.

Really a Spirit Master?!

And according to the soldier, the constitution of all hundred soldiers is very "special," they can all serve as a Demon Breath replenishment point for the search and rescue team.

Meaning, all one hundred soldiers are Spirit Masters?

Du Yu and others can become Spirit Masters because of a strand of Spiritual Qi bestowed by an Ancient Spiritual Artifact.

To this day, fewer than ten Ancient Spiritual Artifacts have been produced in the world.

And every one has passed through the hands of the Twenty-Ninth Bureau, how could a hundred Spirit Warriors suddenly appear?

Creating a hundred Spirit Masters through Ancient Spiritual Artifacts is obviously unrealistic.

After all, even Spiritual Artifacts need to survive!

They reemerge with a purpose after enduring centuries of pain, not to be a Sudhana, crafting a legacy for others.

The Shadow Gu Tower once gifted multiple strands of Spiritual Qi, resulting in great loss of Primordial Energy, being weak and on the brink for quite some time.

The reason it survived is due to its unique absorption and refining abilities!

Try having the Mountain and Sea Bell give away 7 or 8 strands of Spiritual Qi?

That would undoubtedly be digging its own grave!

Therefore, the awakening path of these hundred Spirit Warriors cannot be solely through Ancient Spiritual Artifacts.

Could it be that one Twin Trees-Divine Tree has "come to life"?

Twin Tree Civilization is seeking help from the Great Xia?

It mustered its remaining strength, trying to create more Spirit Masters to resist the Bottomless Civilization invasion?

The more Du Yu thought, the more shocked he became!

Please no!

This king has just started enjoying some Good Days, and you...