Chapter 2737 The Demon Is Here!

When Thangka closed the door of the supermarket from the outside, he felt very nervous, as if he had made a big mistake.

He didn't know if he was being disloyal to the Supreme Master and Pan Gu, but the squad leader told him that it was not. is real infidelity, even a crime against a "sacred cause."

Thangka also didn't know whether he should believe in the squad leader or the perfect master. Anyway, in his mind, both of them are unquestionable existences that must be absolutely obeyed.

So, Thangka was still the same as before, like a little tail, obediently followed behind the squad leader, and returned to the assembly point.

However, as soon as he returned to the meeting point, he met another guy he didn't want to face, the deputy squad leader "Liao Meng".

Liao Meng was a tall, muscular boy who was two heads taller than Thangka and one head taller than the squad leader.

He has dark skin, a thick back, and blood vessels all over his body protruding all the time, showing the power of explosives.

And he never concealed the existence of this kind of power, almost every time he said a word, he waved his fist, and the ripe pimples on his face seemed to burst open at any time.

Liao Meng didn't like Thangka.

Although I don't know why, and I never expressed it directly, Thangka just knows that Liao Meng doesn't like him very much, especially when he follows Chu Zhiyun's ass, or avoids everyone with Chu Zhiyun and gets along alone when.

At that time, Liao Meng looked at him like a tiger looking at a shivering sheep.

And Thangka doesn't like Liao Meng either.

Yes, he knew that he shouldn't "dislike" anyone, but he just couldn't do it. Every time Liao Meng stared straight at the squad leader, he would feel a nameless anger from the bottom of his heart, a kind of Will be eroded by the demons, the feeling of being completely demonized.

"Where did you go?"

Liao Meng waved a thick flamethrower, blocked between Chu Zhiyun and Thangka, and separated them with icy steel. He stared at Thangka and said coldly, "That is not your mission area. "

"I asked him to help."

Without waiting for Thangka to answer, Chu Zhiyun carried Thangka behind him, "I found a large-scale supermarket, and I need people to identify the dangerous goods inside."

"supermarket?"

Liao Meng narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you ask me for help, I'm the deputy squad leader."

"You are identifying materials in libraries and bookstores, and the task is also very important."

Chu Zhiyun said bluntly, "I am the squad leader, and I can assign everyone's purification tasks at will. I think Tangka is suitable for supermarkets. Is there a problem?"

Liao Meng was silent, rubbing his hands holding the flamethrower again and again until the flamethrower creaked.

"Your emotional ups and downs were very intense, you were...angry."

Chu Zhiyun suddenly said, "Why?"

"I don't."

Liao Meng took a deep breath and backed away, "I'm very calm, I just want to know why student Thangka changed his mission, that's all."

"Now that you know it, it's all right?"

Chu Zhiyun stared at Liao Meng's black and red face, speaking aggressively.

"Yes, it's all right."

Liao Meng walked away without looking back.

"Don't be afraid of him, he's not as good at managing his emotions as you are."

Chu Zhiyun watched Liao Meng go farther and farther, and then leaned closer to Thangka's ear, "Sooner or later, this guy will be possessed by a demon, completely out of control, kicked out of the 'Holy Light Academy', let alone become a 'purification' who's gone."

The teenagers worked from dawn to dusk. It wasn't until night fell that the ruins lacking systematic lighting were completely dark. Then they finished the first day of purification tests and returned to the camp set up on the outskirts of the city with a lot of precious loot. .

In such a big city, of course, not only one class of 20 or 30 people will carry out the purification, but dozens of classes, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" will separate from different areas and advance towards the city center from all sides at the same time.

At this moment, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" returned to the camp at the same time, counting the results of the day's purification and the recovered natural materials and treasures, and accepting the inspection and guidance of the instructor. There is also a real purification force stationed not far away. The team of people is mighty and mighty, so lively.

Thangka followed Chu Zhiyun, and was the second to count the spoils to his mentor, and scan the mood swings recorded by his crystal brain throughout the day.

He originally thought that if he touched the "warning line" twice in one day, he would be reprimanded by his mentor, or at least asked what was going on.

Who knew that the instructor just stared at him with cold eyes for a while, and then waved his hand to let him go, without any intention of pursuing him, and of course he did not "expell him from the examination room".

Tangka breathed a sigh of relief, and helped Chu Zhiyun play with the portable holy light generator.

This planet has just been attacked by them, and there is no fixed temple yet, so they can only rely on the holy light generator to carry out daily necessary cultivation.

After a while, all thirty-three students in the class completed the scan and sat down around the holy light generator together.

"Buzz buzz..."

The holy light generator made a slight sound, and a milky white holy light gushed out like a fountain, spreading slowly, enveloping all the students like a tent.

Thangka felt himself immersed in a pure, serene, holy and soft ocean. His soul resonated with the souls of the other thirty-two students. In the resonance, he seemed to hear the voices of the Perfect Master and Pan Gu, This voice made him completely forget the restless primitive desire, and even forget all the temptations and clarity of the extraterrestrial demons. He became ethereal, holy, and pure again.

After the daily holy light practice, Thangka's mood calmed down a lot. Even when he looked directly at Chu Zhiyun or Liao Meng, he didn't have so many messy and ridiculous thoughts deep in his heart.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Not far away, there were bursts of screams.

On a high platform that had just been built, stood a gleaming silver execution frame. A student was tied to it with his arms crossed. The whip was whipped until he was unconscious, his skin was torn apart, and even the spine could be seen, and then he was lifted down.

Everyone watched silently, and perhaps some people were as curious as Thangka, but the youngsters of the Holy League would not "whisper and talk about it" without permission.

After a while, the instructor revealed the answer to them.

It was a child in the next class. During today's purification work, he accidentally stuffed a plastic toy in his pocket that was supposed to be destroyed, a very clumsy model of a giant soldier.

He was so stupid, every student had to go through the most meticulous inspection when they returned to the camp, and there was absolutely no possibility of bringing anything with them.

No one knew exactly why he did this, and even when the instructor asked him, he himself blushed and couldn't explain why for a long time.

Perhaps, being bewitched by the Heavenly Demon is why you are so muddled and unclear?

Then there's no way.

He was the first one to be eliminated in the "Ultimate Test". After receiving the caning, he would be sent to the rear temple for the deepest purification.

I don't know if he can still retain the ability of logical thinking, but even if he becomes a low-level soldier like a "soldier bee" or a "worker bee", it's his own fault.

only……

Thangka didn't know how serious the thing he and the class leader did was, would it be more serious than hiding a toy secretly? How about a slap?

The calm that Thangka had just been comforted by the holy light disappeared, and his mood twisted like a lake wrinkled by the spring wind.

Back in the dormitory, Thangka was still preoccupied and out of his mind.

The rainbow lollipop that Chu Zhiyun forced into his mouth just now seemed to have opened up his taste buds, and the synthetic food that usually tasted like chewing wax became even more tasteless.

Thangka forcefully stuffed two large bowls of sticky synthetic food down his throat, resisting the urge to vomit, ignoring digestion, and came to the training room.

The members of the Holy League do not have the concept of "entertainment". In the few spare time, exercising is almost the only choice to vent excess energy.

Thangka ravaged the sandbags and the gravity treadmill desperately, trying to drain every ray of strength from every bundle of muscles, instantly like every demon dormant in the muscle fibers.

He almost succeeded.

But at this time, Chu Zhiyun also came to the training room and jumped up on the gravity treadmill opposite him.

She likes to sweat very much, and the sweat soon wets her chest.

Thangka instantly felt that the one hundred and eight thousand heavenly demons that he had strangled to death with great difficulty just now had all been revived.

In the dead of night, all the students in the class were sound asleep, including Chu Zhiyun.

But Thangka tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night.

Even across several bunk beds, he seemed to be able to smell Chu Zhiyun's sweat.

In a trance, Chu Zhiyun's undressed appearance in the supermarket overlapped with her sweating profusely on the treadmill, turning into a soft and fluffy dream, suppressing Thangka's head.

Thangka had a dream, a strange dream that he had never had before.

He dreamed that he and Chu Zhiyun were running arm in arm between the blue sea and blue sky, on the white and fine sand.

He dreamed that Chu Zhiyun was fiddling with the bright red skirt, showing him that expression called "smile".

He even dreamed that Chu Zhiyun was tied up on the execution platform by Wuhuada, still wearing a red dress, and was severely beaten by a long whip of thorns.

Pieces of clothes fluttered like red butterflies, revealing skin that was whiter and more delicate than sand, and the red and swollen areas were raised high, making the skin beside her even fairer.

"Thangka, save me, Thangka, save me!"

The squad leader in the dream was extraordinarily delicate, whimpering that she would never have.

Thangka woke up suddenly, feeling sweaty all over his body.

His lower body was even more like an electric shock, tingling and numb, jumping and jumping, before he could react, the crotch was wet and sticky.

"This is--"

Thangka's scalp was numb, it was the first time a fourteen-year-old boy had such a strange dream, encountered such a strange thing, he, did he wet the bed?

At this moment, Thangka shuddered, as if something fell from the sky and got into his chaotic mind.

"Hee hee hee hee, kid, hello!"

A voice that sounded like it was trying to pretend to be amiable, but when you think about it carefully, it was extremely fucking weird sounded in Thangka's mind.