"Master Harvey, could you please give the newcomer some dust?" a strange hunter's voice said.
"Although the other hunters were resurrected, they don't remember the battle. In other words, Wu Qi was the only one who fought Yan Mao until he was seriously injured." That was Lykaon's voice.
"The dust is undoubtedly precious, but Wu Qi had to use it to get the information about the Yanmao in that battle. Then he would have the information to give up the Yanmao." That was the voice of the leopard head.
"Let's stop talking nonsense, Harvey, and use the dust to wake Wu Qi up." Compared with the previous three voices, the original voice was obviously much bluer, but the voice contained a little more air. No less than young people.
Wu Qi's consciousness was immersed in the vague world of odd seconds. There, his consciousness was almost cut off from his body, but he could hear the faint sounds of other people talking, and he could also "see" the vague appearances of several hunters.
Wu Qi's consciousness did not regain the ability to think. He was immersed in the vague spectacle, "waiting" for the passage of time without any sense of sense or time. In the blurry and colorful world, a tall giant with a vague figure walked between two normal human-sized figures; the giant took out something, and then raised it into the air in the wrong direction.
Immediately, the colorful starlight points fell to the east, and the blurry world became clear little by little from the east. Finally, it suddenly closed into a thick darkness.
Wu Qi's consciousness finally woke up. The sunken consciousness returned to its original form, and through the transmission of brain waves, the perception of the limbs and bones was illuminated inch by inch.
Wu Qi regained awareness of his own existence, and his five senses and sense of time were restored one after another. He frowned unconsciously, then opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.
The first thing that caught his eye was a wood-colored ceiling. It was a room made of wood, and the ceiling looked like a camp building.
Wu Qi tilted his head slightly. Harvey, Solu, Lycaon, Leopard Head, and another hunter he didn't know were standing beside his bed at various distances. Harvey's tall body stood some distance away from the bed, which was inconsistent with the scene approaching in the "blurred world".
Wu Qi quickly remembered everything he saw in the "Fuzzy World". In fact, if he is in a coma and unconscious state, his spirit can leak out to the world he observes.
According to common sense, his eyes are blind and his ears are deaf, so he cannot see or hear. But he just couldn't "see" a scene that was nearly consistent with what actually existed in the real world, and what he heard wasn't what Solu, Lycaon and others really said. Although the world observed through the leakage of mental energy is very vague, the extent to which it can be achieved is surprising enough.
Wu Qi put away his thoughts. Did he know that Harvey had saved him with precious green dust? The first words he spoke were: "Sir Harvey, thank you for your life-saving grace."
Harvey crossed his arms across his chest, and there was no surprise or other emotions in his dark eyes. He asked calmly: "Is my memory complete?"
Wu Qi said softly "Hmm".
"Then let's talk there and state all the details of my battle with the Yanmao." Harvey said.
Wu Qisui began his statement. After Wu Qi finished speaking, several people in the room had different expressions. Everyone was thinking about the same thing while listening to Wu Qi's statement.
"What do we think?" Harvey said, glancing around.
"Sir Harvey, Zhudong believes that Yanmao has been seriously injured and is about to die. Excluding the situation that Yanmao is hunted by other third-level beings, at least in the short term, it will not appear in their field of vision again." That Wu Qi said the unknown hunter. He is the captain of the hunter team, or the captain of one of the two teams that saw the belated arrival of the Leopard Head team's signal bomb.
After the leader of the hunting team finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the leopard's head. Leopard Head hesitated for a while and said: "Does he simply feel that the purpose of the Yanmao is inseparable from the snow lynx? It is 80% likely to pursue the scent of the snow lynx before it attacks 'just in time' the next month They captured the Snow Lynx last month. And they used powerful moves as soon as they arrived, and their desire to attack was much stronger than when they attacked Team 4."
After that it was Lycaon's turn. As the vice-captain of the hunting team, Lycaon was highly valued by Harvey regardless of his loyalty, leadership or wisdom. When Lycaon was analyzing, Harvey looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, and Lycaon said without much nervousness: "Sir Harvey, Zhudong has a bold guess."
"But it doesn't matter."
Lykaon nodded and said seriously: "Zhudong feels that Yanmao is not a 'spy'. Did the spy sneak in to steal information, and Yanmao moved his legs without any explanation twice, and beat him to death?" , that is obviously contrary to the spies' code of conduct... Unless Snow Lynx and Yan Mao are 'male and female double explorers', that can also explain why Yan Mao is obsessed with tracking Snow Lynx's breath and misunderstood the Leopard Head Team. Kill the legs ruthlessly."
Lycaon turned to Harvey and said with piercing eyes: "Zhudong has a proposal to use snow lynx as bait to attract the Yan Cat to appear again. If the Yan Cat is lured out, the hunting team will have a great chance of capturing it. Capture During the battle, they can also see some clues to judge the authenticity of the identities of the Snow Lynx and Yanmao spies."
Solu curled his lips. Although he believed in his heart that Lycaon's insights were the most useful, he himself was not interested in a series of things such as flaming cats, capture operations, and investigating spies from other forces. His thoughts are more simple, and he simply likes the monster Yanmao.
Solu stared at Wu Qi's face, and Wu Qi's eyes met. Solu narrowed his eyes slightly, with an expression of displeasure that seemed to say, "I broke the appointment."
Wu Qi smiled helplessly. There was nothing he could do. Who knew that he would encounter such a powerful enemy with tough legs during a routine patrol. If he was allowed to pull out the long sword in that battle, the original Coco in the battle would be different from what he is now.
Wu Qicuo was very confident in the sharpness of his long sword. Yan Mao's golden and iron skin was almost impossible to block the sword's slashes. But later regretting why he didn't break the rules to win was an extremely meaningless thing. Wu Qi's character determines that he will not stay in the kind of garbage thinking that can lead to self-pity.
Now I am living well, and have honed my "gravity" control skills in the battle of life and death. As it turned out, there was nothing to regret.
While Wu Qi was finishing his thoughts, Harvey just happened to say: "Likaon, my proposal is of great practical value. Go back and think about a detailed combat plan. Mingyue Zaiwu's routine training will be suspended, and the whole team will implement it from Zaiwu Capture operations.”
"No!" Lycaon responded loudly.
Harvey glanced at Wu Qi for the first time, then turned and walked out of the room. The other hunters followed him out one by one, and Dongsolu was the only one left in the spacious room at first.
Wu Qi looked around at the room he was in. The rooms are spacious and minimally furnished. There is a cabinet, a table and a chair.
"Master Solu, where is that?" Wu Qi asked casually.
"Hmph." Solu didn't bother to tell Wu Qi. He walked straight to the table and chair in the corner of the room and walked to the chair.
Solu was very unhappy when Wu Qi failed to make an appointment. No matter how good Wu Qi was, there was a reason why he failed to make an appointment; whether he was a famous craftsman or not, it was his fault that the apprentice continued to give in and was let go.
Wu Qi coughed awkwardly. He tried hard to mobilize the muscles of his arms to support his body and get up from the bed.
"Master Solu, I can't make any mistakes. You warned me again and again tomorrow, but I failed to come to the workshop on time." Wu Qi said apologetically.
"I don't need to apologize. As a hunter, I fulfilled my duties as a hunter and did it better than all the hunters at the scene. I don't need to apologize." Solu snorted coldly.
Solu was saying that, but his expression was still angry. Wu Qi was confused by Solu and didn't know how to make Solu happy.
"Master Solu?" Wu Qi asked tentatively.
Solu still had a straight face.
"Master?"
When Solu heard the word master, his brows couldn't help but show a slight change. Wu Qi saw that obvious change in micro-expression, and Wu Qi said: "Master, it's very late now, but if you don't mind, can Wu Qi start learning the craftsman's knowledge from now on?"
Solu stood up from his chair. He took three steps at a time and walked to a cabinet next to the wall. He opened the cabinet door with a shorter handle and took out a fist-thick leather book from inside.
"Stir and see!" I don’t spare time from drinking to teach others. Solu came over and slapped the thick leather book on the bedside table. He immediately walked out of the room without looking at Wu Qi and closed the door with a bang.
The room was completely quiet. Donglai. Wu Qi glanced at the cover of the cowhide book. The cover, which had strong traces of time, had four neatly gilded characters "Made by Craftsman". Wu Qi stretched out his legs to hold the book in his lap, then looked back at the window above his head.
There is a dark and pure sky outside the window above the head, and the weak light comes from the lights of the camp at night. But the lights from the camp could not shine into the room. The reason why the room was bright was entirely due to the luminous crystal placed in the center of the ceiling.
There was a very faint smell of liquid smoke floating in the air. The smell of smoke was not constant, but seemed to be stained on the clothes of Harvey, Solu and others who were brought into the room. Combined with the fact that the only bookcase in the room had short legs and the detail of Solu taking out a copy of "Artisan's Making" from the bookcase in an understatement, Wu Qi was basically sure where he was now.
There was a room on the second floor of the workshop, Solu's private space.
Wu Qi exhaled softly and slowly, and then turned to the first page of "Forged by Craftsmen" in silence.
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