Chapter 4 The Child Who Has Not Grown Up

Bai Hua lay on the sofa and began to analyze and summarize the battle tonight.

It was like a level 6 jungler invading a level 4 jungle area, and there were five people squatting in the grass. Who would have thought that he would directly encounter a group of rats in his first battle after his debut. This also reminded him that this was not the safe world of his previous life. The world was dominated by demons.

Even if he had read novels and news reports about the disaster in Bo City, it would not have mattered to him. It just gave him more topics to talk about after dinner. Only by facing demons in person can he be considered a mage, just like a military training student and a combat veteran.

And his mentality has always been like a game, treating demons as brainless monsters in a web game that can be cut into pieces with a knife. As a result, whether it was the long-tailed black rat pretending to be mocked by the nut wall and waiting for an opportunity to attack, or the group of rats surrounding him from behind, they all taught him a lesson.

What was even more outrageous was his operation. Originally, he could have retreated unscathed from the siege of several small warriors with just the magic tools on his body, but in the face of demons, he performed worse than Lingling, who was only in junior high school, and was injured by a mere advanced stage. If his magic was not a mutated summoning plant, but an ordinary magician, it is hard to say whether he can complete the star track normally under the continuous changes. The most important thing is, what if Lingling is injured.

"Brother Baihua, how is your injury?" Lingling came over with her short legs, holding the wound medicine and bandages, ready to bandage Baihua's wound.

"It's okay, no bones are injured, just skin injuries." Baihua said and moved his shoulders, but he grimaced in pain and got a roll of the eyes from Lingling.

However, after Lingling checked it, there was indeed no big problem, and she felt relieved. Although Baihua said it was okay before, Lingling was afraid that he was showing off, after all, Baihua had a precedent.

When Lingling was a child, she flew a kite and the kite fell on a tree. Baihua, who couldn't climb trees, went up to help her take it down, but fell down, and pretended to be fine, which caused the injury to worsen and took several days to recuperate.

Seeing that Bai Hua was fine, Ling Ling's face changed quickly: "Are you an idiot? You have both the shield magic tool and the Kai magic tool on you, but you actually use your body to block the demons..."

Facing Ling Ling who entered the preaching mode, Bai Hua had a headache and would rather fight with the rats again. She was obviously a few years younger than him, but sometimes he really couldn't tell who was the elder. In the past, when facing Ling Ling in the preaching mode, he always used the head-patting method to kill her and make her shy to break it, but this time he could only be trained honestly.

Fortunately, Ling Ling didn't teach him for too long because he was too concerned. She took out a laptop and said: "Today's incident is very wrong. With this number of rats, there is no time to evacuate under normal circumstances, and the residents of the community were wiped out." She called up a bunch of information. Unlike Bai Hua's first actual combat, even if the demons were far more difficult to deal with than imagined, Bai Hua just felt that he was misled by the novel.

But in Ling Ling's eyes, this was as weird as the Gaul army turning into a fighting nation. Moreover, unlike Bai Hua, who only took a glance and set off when he saw the information about demons, Ling Ling paid attention to various bounty information around the Demon City and quickly screened out some abnormal bounties.

"All of them are resettlement communities in the suburbs, and the demons that appear are long-tailed gray rats." Bai Hua quickly discovered the common points and abnormalities of these bounties, "If it is a lone long-tailed gray rat, ordinary people will basically not find it. If there are five or six, then the report is not a sighting case but a missing case. Five communities, all reported sightings, but no victims." Bai Hua is not stupid. He used to have a brain but didn't use it. In layman's terms, he was inflated.

"And in tonight's battle, the rats appeared in three batches. The first batch was attracted by the battle, the second batch was attracted by something unknown, and the last group of rats came out from the back. It felt like a premeditated encirclement."

"Can a group of slave-level demons still play the art of war?" But Bai Hua suddenly thought that the slave demons might not know the art of war, but what about people? After all, it was only a few days since the destruction of Bo City, and Bo City was destroyed by the demons led by the anti-human elements of the Black Church.

"Could it be that someone is controlling them?" That shouldn't be the case. There is no such plot in the original book. The Black Church's boss in China, Cardinal Saran, should be concentrating on preparing for the catastrophe of the ancient capital. Then he realized that this kind of small fight was not like Saran's work. In this world full of disasters, cities are facing the crisis of destruction almost every day, and such small disasters are countless.

Lingling obviously thought of this problem, "If every resettlement community has a rat's nest, then there may be a disaster in the suburbs."

Unlike the urban area, in the urban area of ​​the Demon City, you may catch a passerby and kill dozens or hundreds of slaves in seconds, but that is a resettlement community. Those with cultivation have moved away long ago, and dozens of slaves can cause hundreds of casualties.

"The question arises again. If someone controls them, why are there so many eyewitness reports? Are people being warned?"

"There is still too little intelligence. There must be something we have overlooked." Lingling said, her hands flying on the keyboard, searching for something. But Bai Hua stopped her, "It's late at night, go to bed early, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Seeing Lingling was about to become a fairy-cultivating loli, Bai Hua directly confiscated her computer, then carried Lingling back to the room and threw her on the bed...

There was no paid plot starting from three years, Bai Hua turned around and went back to his room.

Thinking about Lingling who was working hard, Bai Hua began to think whether his idea of ​​wanting Lingling to have a normal childhood was wrong. Perhaps, Lingling worked hard on the task not only because of the stimulation of the Red Devil, but also because some people were born good at certain things and were born different. What was the difference between him and those parents who always said they were doing good for their children?

Bai Hua decided not to interfere with Lingling's choice, and then picked up a book on demon analysis. Since the talent was not as good as Lingling's, he would make up for it with hard work. How could he become stronger without cultivating immortals? At least, Lingling's workload would be reduced.

Lingling, lying on the bed with a flushed face, got up carefully and opened a box in the corner. Inside was a shabby kite with traces of breakage and repairs on it. Lingling smiled, put away the box, and whispered: "Stupid, I don't want to lose my family again."

Two children who have not grown up, but always want to pretend to be mature in front of each other.