Chapter 1238: Nameless generation

Chapter 1238 Unknown generation
The place where No. 9 was found was in a wooden house in a forest. On the 9th, it was impossible to maintain the human form. It was just a group of foggy clouds that seemed to be scattered at any time.
The soil in the forest is soaked, it seems that after the heavy rain, it is easy to step on it, for fear that it will stick to the mud.
The trees fell a lot, and some fell downrooted.
It’s still raining, not too big rain.
It is like a torn grave.
Yuyou opened a black umbrella and blocked the small rain for Luo Qiu.
He and she went into the wooden house. He looked at the fog in front of him. He seemed to want to work hard to gather, but it was like the sand that had been scattered in the water and he had lost his stickyness.
"His strength, even his physical strength, is almost exhausted. What he is doing."
She knows this state of the Dark Soul messenger, like the light that runs out of oil - of course, the Black Soul messenger can return through the life light even if it is dead.
Luo Qiu built a map from the ground. It is just below the fog. The open map has a red marker.
This mark will move, and every move is given by Luo Qiu.
In the light of thinking, it is difficult to gather the fog, a little bit of cohesion... The boss’s idea, inadvertently, should have been scattered, leaving only the life light, the black soul messenger dusted in the ark, got a reunion opportunity.
The rain fell from the broken roof, and the chill was strong. Just looking at it, people could scream for a stove or a pile of firewood.
In fact, there is not much time spent, and the 9th has been restored to its original state.
He gradually opened his eyes... There is not much difference between Luo Qiu’s memory and the number nine seems quite calm. Each of the Black Soul messengers has different personalities.
Taiyinzi is good at flattering, while the 18th is the type of observation. Dazhe is able to look at the end but there are fine and fine types. Nero is actually a little mixed with the devil, but he is more than anyone to cherish his survival problem.
No. 9 is one of the earliest black souls that Luo Qiu contacted. Counting it, like Yuyou, it can be counted as the legacy of the last one.
It's a bit sloppy, but it's obviously a pragmatic type... Luo Qiu's contact with the 9th is not too long. At first he just thought he would silently complete his duties.
Through the fineness of the past books, you will find that the number nine becomes a messenger is not long, compared with the existing black souls that have been on vacation for hundreds of years or even more than a thousand years, but are still on vacation or sleeping, or long-term tasks. Obviously too 'young'.
But his performance is quite a lot... As a black soul messenger, he not only does not appear to be strong, but he can also describe it with weakness. Because he has become a black soul messenger, every performance he has achieved has been used. Somewhere else - according to some wish before he became a black soul messenger.
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"Give a fire."
In the broken wooden house, after the reunion wakes up, the No. 9 maintains a silent posture... Luo Qiu in his eyes can hardly see anything like fear and panic.
It was raining outside, and the rain was like a water curtain, falling down on the roof above the center of the house. The place where the fire is in the corner of the house is still a complete place.
By the fire, Luo Qiu looked at the red cursor on the map - obviously, if you check the location of the red cursor's location, you will find that the place where you are at this time is still separated by a distance.
Apparently it was just stopped here, and did not do a good job of the ‘task’ that Luo Qiu had commanded before – let him follow the red cursor and pass these places on the map.
In fact, it seems to be relatively young, probably about thirty years old... It seems that this is what he looked like before he became a black soul messenger.
A black and old tunic suit is a type that looks like a white hair.
"On the 9th, why did you consume so much power?" The maidservant, as the head of the black soul messenger, finally asked the voice.
Looking at the firewood on the 9th, this time he looked up and faintly said: "The river in front has risen. The rainstorms have not stopped these days, and some of the dams have collapsed. I blocked the flood."
The maidservant said indifferently: "But I have not received a report with a similar transaction... Is this your private behavior?"
"Yes." No. 9 calmly nodded.
The maidservant subconsciously looked at her master, and then frowned slightly: "On the 9th, you should know that although the master does not ask the actions of the messenger, it also gives you a lot of freedom... but you are also obligated to maintain your own safety. Your strength is almost exhausted. If you don't speak well, you will return to the Ark of the Covenant, reshape your body, and consume the power of your master... As a black soul messenger, you don't create value for your master, even the master, you know What are you doing?"
The tone is slightly heavier. This is the first time Luo Qiu saw that Ai is a little angry. The idea of ​​coming to No. 9 is that she has already encountered the bottom line of her management - for the purpose of not trading, for private purposes. The purpose is to almost exhaust the power, which in turn needs to be supplemented by the power of the owner.
Luo Qiu waved his hand and let the maidservant stop her next speech... He knew that most of the night, he valued his own life and consumption more than himself.
"the host……"
Luo Qiu shook his head slightly, then folded a wooden branch and threw it into the firewood. The wood branches are wet, but the firewood is booming, and soon the water vapor is baked. In the kerchief, a squeaking sound is heard.
"Actually, I haven’t talked to you for a long time." Luo Qiu smiled. "I want to come to the boss like me. I probably failed."
On the 9th, I was awkward, some strange... He shook his head. "No, in my opinion, you are better than your predecessor... but I don't know how long you can last."
"Nine, pay attention to your tone." Miss Maid's eyes were slightly cold, but Luo Qiu voted a little stunned.
Luo Bo said: "No matter how long I can maintain, I will try to maintain it. It can be said to me. Why do you want to stop the flood at any cost?"
On the 9th, the road said: "If you don't block the flood, the downstream fields will be flooded. There are more than a dozen villages nearby, and their livelihoods are here."
Luo Qiu nodded and immediately asked: "If this is the case, I want to be a large-volume transaction list... According to your past performance, you should be shot, right?"
"I... I don't know." Silence on the 9th... The look looks a little dazed.
Luo Qiu saw a few old stainless steel cups in the wooden house, and saw some pine trees outside the house. They took some pine leaves and put them into a stainless steel cup. They drank water to cook.
Cooked and boiled, and on the 9th suddenly said: "I used to cook pine leaf tea like this."
Luo Qiu smiled slightly and whispered: "This journey, what I saw, what I heard."
On the ninth meditation, he was renewed, his thoughts were still in chaos, and now he began to regain a little bit... thinking about the journey.
He said slowly: "I have been walking, passing a lot of places. They seem to me to know each other... I gradually realized that this road is probably related to my memories. I know the boss clearly. What is the route you gave me... Yes, I know."
No. 9 is a kind of use, as if freedom is not his own tone. "He should know, but he has not felt much about it all the time. He can even say that there is no feeling. Until this time, he is Under the guidance of the master, he came to the beginning of this road, and he seems to start to feel some different places."
"What did he think of?" Luo Qiu peeled some pine leaves and threw them into the cup.
On the 9th, he shook his head: "He remembered everything, but he felt the uneasiness he had never had before. He walked like this, and he came to a museum. He stayed in this museum for three days. ""
Luo Qiu asked: "What did he see?"
No. 9 Road: "Strong and unyielding, full of blood... inside things, a painting, a kettle, or even a cracked belt, he can stare for a long time, but at the same time, he I also saw the fall."
"lonely?"
"Yes, I am lonely." On the 9th, he slowly closed his eyes, as if all this was in front of him. "He doesn't know what kind of feelings it is. There are too many things recorded there, but he has nothing but himself. I couldn’t see a person. He had been to the curator’s office, but he saw that the curator was a young man in his thirties. He watched the young curator writing a plan to rebuild the museum. Maybe it can attract more tourists... He suddenly has a feeling of anger."
"Why anger."
On the 9th Road: "At that time, the bank outside was selling commemorative coins. He saw that the bank was full of people and people... He saw the enthusiasm of these people, but he could not hear the stories behind these people discussing the commemorative coins.

"What kind of story."
Road No. 9: "The story of the war."

A commemorative coin that may add value can attract people to queue up for purchase. A museum that carries these history is not interested... so you are angry, right?

No answer on the 9th, looked out of the window, and the memory was clearer. "He left the place and walked according to the established route. He saw many things like this... such a place where nobody cares. Later, he met another person."
"Who."
"An old man." No. 9 whispered: "A retired veteran, many people are looking for this old man."
"I finally paid attention to him, isn't it good?"
On the 9th, he shook his head. "He said it was unclear... He saw the old man sitting in front of his own house, and he was overwhelmed by the reporters who went to the house, the people of the government, and the inexplicable people. The old man’s daughter-in-law supported him, put on the clothes with many medals and the people who came, one by one, he saw the old man’s smile, but he did not see the old man’s happy smile. He just looked at this. The old man, at the request of the times, told the time and time again and again."
"Do you think it is bad?"

In the beginning, the old man was very happy to talk about these stories. Slowly, he felt boring because the old man found that within a few days, others had forgotten. They started to discuss other things.

"What kind of thing?"
"The scandal, especially the star scandal, everyone is happy."
"Do you think they are no longer concerned about this veteran?"
"He saw that the veteran's house was so cold that he quickly fell down. Then there were other people who were on the Internet. It was a pretty good girl. They said a word, and then they went through the north and south. But she soon disappeared again, and people’s enthusiasm began to turn to others."
"then?"
On the 9th Road: "He is going to leave this place again, because the road ahead of him is still very long. When he left, he quietly went to the home of the veteran. The old daughter-in-law and son are gone, only The old man left himself sitting in front of his house, and an old dog was accompanying him. He just smoked his cigarette rod in silence and looked at his house and slept.
"He thinks this old man has been forgotten."
"Maybe." On the 9th, he shook his head again: "But he actually knows that there will be another similar old man who will enter the public eye... It is like a reincarnation. Because people like to find these things from time to time. Come."
"He knows why?"
"He knows why." No. 9 nodded. "But he didn't think it was interesting, so he continued on the road."
"He is the black soul messenger. He actually saw a lot of these things." The tea was cooked, and Luo Qiu separated the tea.
No. 9 was taken naturally, holding, like a person who wants to warm, "Yes, he has seen a lot, but he has always been watching."
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "Where did he go again?"
"Going to a forest, I met a mountain guard." On the 9th, I looked at the floating pine leaves in the stainless steel cup. "He suddenly wanted to contact the mountain guard. So he became a close friend and walked into the mountain." Inside the man's house. This mountain watcher is called Zhang Jinquan."
"He must be very hospitable, and the barren mountain ridge comes to the guests." Luo Qiu thought of the picture. .
On the 9th, there was a smile on the 9th. The wooden people laughed and could look so good. "Zhang Jinquan raised chicken outside the forest guard station. Zhang Jinquan killed a chicken that night to greet him. It is very hospitable."
"I want to eat too." Luo Qiu has some longing.
On the 9th, "I don't think you would like the environment too much. It's too simple. There isn't enough electricity there, and the signal is not at all. The only way to understand the outside world is to watch TV and listen to the radio. And only a few When I can watch the news broadcast, I can't use the electricity at any other time."
Luo Qiu smiled and did not speak.
No. 9 small mouth licked the pine leaf tea with the right temperature. "The taste is still a little worse. If you cook it with snow, it will be better."
After Luo Qiu tasted a bite, he turned over and took a few snowballs from the snow peaks thousands of miles away. He re-inserted into the cup and put some pine leaves. It looked ugly and not very clean. .
"How long did he stay at the forest guard station?" Luo Qiu asked.
On the 9th Road: "There is ten days. In those ten days, he and Zhang Jinquan patrolled the mountain for four or five days."
"He seems to like this time very much." Luo Qiu smiled.
No. 9 nodded. "Very quiet place. In those ten days, the unhappiness in front of him seems to have disappeared. It is like a holiday. He thinks like this... He still has to go because his master The instructions must be implemented."
Luo Qiu thought for a moment: "His master, sometimes not doing well enough."
On the 9th, he shook his head, just faintly said: "When I left, Zhang Jinquan slaughtered a chicken and practiced it for him. That night, after seeing the old man who was watching the mountain drunk, he left two tears. He only felt the reluctance of the old man who guarded the mountain... This old man stayed in the mountain for forty years."
"What will happen to this forest protection station in the future." Luo Qiu asked.
On the 9th, I thought about it. "He doesn't know. Zhang Jinquan said that no one is willing to take his position, so he has already retired. He can only stay for a while... This old man who keeps the mountain still hopes someone can take over him. Strong desire. So before he left, he made a white card for Zhang Jinquan’s information, and he planned to give it to his master after the journey was over."
Luo Qiu nodded. "I will see if I have the chance."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
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The rain outside the house gradually stopped. When Luo Qiu went out, it was night. On this side, after a period of staying in the house, it was already a bright day.
After finishing the story of Zhang Jinquan, on the 9th, he suddenly sang a song, saying that Zhang Jinquan taught him, and Huayin’s old voice was adjusted.
- The high mountains are ringing, the bells of battle.
- The bell rings, the people are jubilant, the mountains and rivers listen to the transfer
Opened a channel of happiness, led the mountains on the water, and showed a wonderful future.
- Wan Zi Qianhong...
He really liked the ten days in the forest guard station.
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"I remembered?"
After listening to the old cavity on the 9th, Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
On the 9th, he shook his head. "There is no impression at all. It is only vaguely something that can be guessed... I was originally, maybe someone from that era."
"You don't seem to have the urgency to restore your memory when you last looked for me."
I thought about it on the 9th and said faintly: "Maybe because of fear."
"What are you afraid of."
On the 9th, I looked at Luo Qiudao: "I can know, where is my performance?"
Luo Qiu shook his head: "According to the agreement you signed, you can't have the direction of your performance after each transaction."
Nod on the 9th, the boss can not violate the content of the agreement ... whether it is the previous or the incumbent: unless the boss is willing to spend the price to tear the agreement.
On the 9th, I sighed. "I don't know what I am afraid of, but I feel uncomfortable... Sometimes, I will even regret regretting the request you made before... Maybe not mentioning it, this road will not be afraid. I am not like me, more like him."
"Then why are you blocking this flash flood?"
On the 9th, I was silent for a while. "You have not seen the time of disaster relief."
Luo Qiu shook his head: "I haven't seen it before."
On the 9th Road: "He saw... I saw the blush that bitten my teeth, and saw that they built a wall of people and blocked it in the place where the was broken. Many people could not hold on, and the force fainted. Then there will be people to make up. Some people jumped out of the water to save people, some people drenched and slammed the sandbags from day to night. When you are really tired, you will see them one after another. Straight on the street, sleeping in the past scene. He looked at them like a corpse on the battlefield, covered in mud, and could not even see anyone's face, but he knew that when he was a whistle When they blew, they all stood up... He suddenly found out that nothing seemed important."
On the 9th, Shen Sheng said: "He suddenly has a very strong heartache... When this pain comes, he not only feels afraid, but feels that there is something calling him. His actions have preceded him. He thought about it, so he didn't think. He knew that the flood fight was finally going to fail. He knew that these young soldiers would be drowned in the infinite flood... but he didn't want to, he didn't want these young soldiers to be like this. Silently sinking to the bottom of the water... On this road, he saw too many people who "forget". He felt that he was not qualified to blame these people because they had never experienced that era, had no experience, and naturally did not feel. The experience will not last long. So even if he sees disdain, feels that the age has changed, and that is no longer needed, even if the young man does not have a lower limit for fame, he is just watching it coldly...but At least, but at least, the lives of these young soldiers, he wants to stay. They are like this pile of firewood."
"He suddenly became less afraid... he didn't think about it yet, but he knew that some things have been passed on, just like a fire, there will always be people picking up, someone going to pass, and then someone To pick up... He can't let it break the inheritance. So he forgot his identity and blocked it in front of the great power of nature. He thought that even the broken bones are good... He suddenly, more than this decades Every day, be happy."
"So, if you don't want to, it doesn't matter."
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The sky is brighter, but it is still cloudy, and the next day, it will still rain.
The fire has not added new wood branches for a long time, leaving only a layer of white ash, but there is temperature, and the Mars under the ash has not been completely extinguished.
Luo Qiu stood up and didn't sleep for him.
He looked at the number nine and raised the map on his hand. "Are you still planning to continue this journey? There are two or three places from its destination."
On the 9th, he shook his head and stood up again. He looked at Luo Qiudao: "No... I have not been in the post for a long time, it is time to go back to work."
Luo Qiu nodded. "The cost of reshaping this time will be deducted in your future performance... can you?"
On the 9th, it was silent for a while, and finally suddenly stunned. He whispered: "I hope you can be kind to this country, master."
After that, the 9th left, turned into a group of fog, integrated into the forest that has not been completely lit up, disappeared.
"How much, still remembered some..."
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When returning to the club, the maidservant quickly went to prepare breakfast.
When she sent the breakfast to the study, Luo Qiu was looking at the books and thinking about it.

The owner is watching the performance book on the 9th?
The maidservant walked to the side of Luoqiu and began to have breakfast.
"I was wondering if he could improve his commission points." Luo Qiu said casually: "Otherwise, as far as the performance he can keep in accordance with the agreement, there will be an idea that the next time it will not be able to stop the flash flood...Black The soul messenger is too weak, and even a mountain torrent is half dead, and the store is not good at seeing it. But it really can't find a place to adjust. This agreement was too dead... well, I seem to It’s a defeat."
After the maidservant did not speak and carefully set the breakfast, she took over the performance book of Luo Qiu’s hand and whispered: "Master, let me adjust."
Luo Qiu ridiculed himself: "Then I will continue to be my waste."
Of course it’s just a joke.
The maidservant smiled sweetly and picked up her hair in her ear. She opened the performance book and looked for a feasible adjustment plan.
In 2015, it consumed 10,000 performances and raised energy for ten academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
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-- In 2008, it consumed 200,000 performance and increased the earthquake surviving rate by 1.5%.
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In 1969, it consumed 3,000 achievements and continued for 40 years for the scientist of Qian.
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In 1962, all the remaining performance was consumed, and the new domestic large-scale restoration of rainfall.
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Many years ago, a man named Zhang Ziru walked into the club and made such a wish.
The mountains and rivers are still the same, the country and the people are safe.
PS1: The story of the 9th I originally intended to write carefully... In fact, I didn’t forget it. Instead, I planned to write it very early before I started. It’s just pressing it... I’m pressing it, I know I really didn’t write it. Opportunity, after all, no more than a few years ago, the restrictions are much looser (the previous Luo Dao's plot has sealed several chapters, bitter smile). So, I ended up fearing that I would like to make this book longer. Please forgive me.
PS2: Hope, don't forget those, unnamed generations.
PS3: By the way, I turned over and rewarded. I saw that there is a master of the Meng... I’m going to count it tomorrow, hide...
(End of this chapter)