Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Novel

As a friend of Tang Maolin's family, and with the fact that the little girl was very affectionate to him, Lu Sheng was warmly welcomed into the village.

"You came by coincidence, just in time for the elder sister's family to come back. I'll go get some wild game myself later. People from the city like you have never tasted it before."

The young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and bronze complexion was particularly enthusiastic about Lu Sheng. He hugged Lu Sheng's shoulders as soon as he came up, with an affectionate attitude.

Lu Sheng learned from the chat.

The young man's name was Gu Yue, and he was the owner of Xianlin Village, the adopted son of the skinny old man, and also the young owner of this small village with fewer than fifty people.

The skinny old man's name is Gu Pingsha, and his mother is also the old man's adopted daughter, with a bright tongue.

Almost everyone in this village has the surname Gu.

Gu Yue sent Lu Sheng to the entrance of the stockade, and called several young men from the upper stockade to go hunting in the mountains.

Everyone had shotguns in their hands, only the cold weapon that Gu Yue held.

It is a sharp prismatic spike with a cold light, but it has no handle, like a spear tip cut from a spear.

"This stockade is not simple..."

Lu Sheng looked at Gu Yue and the others whose figures quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests, thinking silently in his heart.

He sensed it as soon as he saw it.

Gu Yue is a first-level spiritualist, and the old man Gu Pingsha is a second-level.

Plus Tang Maolin, the daughter's father of a second-level spiritual teacher. "May 27" is a small Xianlin village, but there is a spiritual master.

This ratio is simply exaggerated.

Lu Sheng originally wanted to come up and ask if he could hire someone to help him deliver Mithril, but when he saw this situation, he didn't know how to ask.

Since he is a Psychiatrist, he naturally knows the value of Mithril.

He couldn't guarantee whether these simple villagers would change their minds in the face of such a large amount of wealth.

Moreover, Tang Maolin didn't look simple at all.

Do you want to show your strength and overwhelm all these people?

Just when Lu Sheng was thinking about how to deal with it, the little girl ran up to him quickly, and said to him aggrievedly: "Big brother, the girl's ball is gone."

Lu Sheng was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Xiao Nannan was talking about the red plastic ball he played with before.

"Where's the ball? Take it and show it to Big Brother, and Big Brother will make it up for you."

Lu Sheng patted the little girl's head and said softly.

"The ball is in...the ball is in.."

The little girl tilted her head and carefully recalled where she saw her beloved red ball last time.

The delicate white and tender facial features wrinkled together, thinking hard.

Suddenly, the little girl pointed in one direction and jumped up happily.

"My daughter's ball is there! My daughter's ball is in that person's hands!"

Lu Sheng turned his head away.

When he saw the scene in that direction clearly, the smile on his face began to shrink little by little, and finally returned to silence.

At this time, Xianlin Village, which was originally lively and full of joy, gradually quieted down.

Everyone is looking in one direction.

Tang Maolin's face became ugly and dignified, and the thin old man also put down the burning tobacco stick in his hand, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

I saw a group of people approaching gradually at the entrance of the village.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a plaid suit.

His eyes were a strange purple, and he was holding a shriveled red plastic ball in one hand, while the other hand was hanging down casually.

Silver threads like spider silk extended from the cuff of this hand.

Flying in the air, each silver thread is wrapped around a young and strong man.

It was the Xianlin villager who had just entered the mountain to hunt.

The young man Gu Yue was also among them.

From a distance, this person looks like a monster coming out of the mountains.

Behind the middle-aged man, there were two strong men in black suits.

Every strong man held a young and beautiful woman in his hand.

They are Zheng Dandan and Lin Zishan.

Zheng Dandan saw Lu Sheng at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Lu Sheng, run away! Run away..."

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered by a strong man in a suit, and he could only hear the struggling sound of "uh huh".

Lin Zishan next to her was in great shock and panic, her face was pale and she lost her soul.

Psychiatrist!

The devil-like man in front of her turned out to be a legendary spiritual teacher!

Dongning Wuda has a student with the talent of a spiritual teacher.

That is the true pride of heaven in the school, the stars are holding the moon, and the light is shining.

Lin Zishan knew how scary this group was.

That is a method that ordinary warriors can't even imagine, and it is even rarer than gifted warriors.

Lin Zishan once accompanied her ex-boyfriend Chen Fei to challenge the student with the talent of a spiritual teacher. At that time, the two were competing for the president of the Dongda Budao Club.

The opponent's martial arts strength was a whole level lower than Fade Chen's, but the result was...

As soon as Chen Fei met, he was kicked out of the ring by the opponent, and he didn't even have the qualifications to force the opponent to make a move.

At that time, Lin Zishan was amazed at the power of the Psychiatrist.

And the purple-eyed man in a plaid suit standing in front of her now is a spiritual teacher who is many times stronger than the president of the Dongda Budao Club.

"Otherwise the two fourth-level fighters who caught us would not be as obedient as dogs in front of him."

In this world, the strong will only succumb to the stronger.

Along the way, Lin Zishan has almost figured out the ins and outs of the matter from the conversation between the middle-aged man in the suit and the two strong men.

The middle-aged man in the suit came to seek revenge on Xiaonuan's family, who had been avoiding their pursuit.

Since it is the relationship between hunting and being hunted, it is clear at a glance which one is stronger and weaker.

"It's over, I'm afraid I'm really going to lose my life on Niutoushan this time... Why am I so unlucky, I was drawn into this dangerous vortex for no reason..."

Lin Zishan's heart was full of despair and desolation, and she regretted her decision to come to Niutoushan to relax.

"whoosh"

A sharp piercing sound interrupted Lin Zishan's thoughts.

I saw a long and narrow black shadow shooting from a distance, flying to Lin Zishan and the others in an instant, and heading straight for the strange man in the suit.

The middle-aged man in the suit didn't panic, a silver thread shot out from his cuff, and hit the shadow fiercely.

The silver thread and the black shadow intertwine in mid-air, the speed is so fast that it makes people dizzy, even Lin Zishan, who is a second-level warrior, can't see clearly.

Only the sound of "clang" like the collision of swords can be heard.

Not long after, the long and narrow black shadow fell from mid-air and was knocked away by the silver line.

Almost at the same time, the thin old man standing beside Tang Maolin in the distance let out a muffled grunt, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

At this time, everyone could see clearly that the black shadow that the silver lines collided with was originally a tobacco pole, but it had been broken into several pieces at this time.

"Is this what you rely on? Tang Maolin.

The middle-aged man in a suit opened his mouth softly, took a step forward, and appeared in the open space at the gate of the village in the blink of an eye, as if teleporting.

Behind him hung the villagers of Xianlin Village, some of them had stopped struggling, hung like puppets on silver wires, and their faces were purple.

"I thought there was something, but it turned out to be just a good-for-nothing old man. The superficial second-level mental power and vulgar skills are simply insulting to the word "psychologist."

The middle-aged man in a suit said with a face full of disappointment.

Tang Maolin's face was ashen, and he gave a cold drink.

"Wu Xijing, you are too deceitful!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook it, and a large number of small dark brown iron beads flew out from his cuff.

Densely packed, flying towards the middle-aged man in suit like a net.

The middle-aged man in a suit didn't even look at it, but stretched out a hand towards Tang Maolin.

The silver threads that originally bound the villagers suddenly retracted, and then flew out from his cuffs, facing the iron beads in clusters.

The two collided and made a crisp sound of "clinking".

Iron beads were constantly being bounced out, Tang Maolin's face was pale, a lot of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and he stepped back step by step.

"Come on, let's take my daughter away!"

Tang Maolin turned his head with difficulty and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

The beautiful woman woke up like a dream, and quickly ran in the direction of Lu Sheng not far away.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in a suit casually ordered his subordinates behind him with a relaxed face.

"Kill Tang Maolin's wife and daughter first, and then deal with the rest."

"yes."

The two strong men in suits released Lin Zishan and Zheng Dandan from their hands, and disappeared in a flash.

Almost in no particular order, the two shadows rushed towards the three beautiful women tens of meters away.

The skinny old man's eyes flashed brightly, just as he was about to make a move, a silver thread came out of nowhere.

He turned his head violently, the silver thread ran through his shoulder, bleeding profusely.

Lin Zishan and Zheng Dandan were out of control and wanted to escape.

But the middle-aged man in a suit didn't know what kind of tricks he had put on them. The two of them felt their whole bodies were limp, their blood was stagnant, and they couldn't exert any strength. They were not even as good as an ordinary person.

Tang Maolin quickly manipulated the iron ball, trying to break away from the battle group, and flew to stop the two strong men in suits.

But he was entangled tightly by dozens of silver threads.

Among the many silver threads, the black iron beads are like a group of sparrows caught in the net, scurrying headlessly.

"Wu Xijing, you should die!"

Tang Maolin was burning with anxiety, his eyes were bloodshot.

The middle-aged man in a suit smiled, and said lightly: "Don't worry Tang Maolin, I will let you watch how your wife and children died with your own eyes. I will play with you slowly..."

At this time, two strong men in suits had already approached the beautiful woman and the others.

A few young and strong villagers rushed forward to stop them, but they were randomly beaten out by the strong men.

Two burly bodies nearly two meters high walked forward step by step.

Like two stone walls, they quickly covered up the figures of the three beautiful women.

Tang Maolin's eyes showed deep despair.

In the distance, Zheng Dandan also opened his eyes wide, his lips trembling as he read a name.

"Lu Sheng..."

The smile on the face of the middle-aged man in the suit became brighter and brighter, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

He glanced around, looked at the despair and desolation in everyone's eyes, and said coldly: "Have you regretted it? It's too late to regret it now.

When you chose to offend me, you should have thought that sooner or later there would be such a..."

The middle-aged man in a suit hadn't finished speaking.

"boom!"

A sharp piercing sound like a cannonball tearing through the air interrupted his words.

The middle-aged man in a suit turned his head suddenly, and his pupils contracted in the next second.

In the reflection of his eyes, two burly bodies like torn sacks are rapidly enlarging and approaching...

I went out to eat at night, drank some wine, and my head was dizzy. Today is the fourth watch, sorry.