Chapter 1 The Beginning

After confirming again that Li Ang's body and mind were not in too much trouble, the task force returned to the temple courtyard, took turns guarding the night, and spent the night on the clean bluestone floor. They began exploring the temple after waking up the next morning.

"Is this the place?"

Li Ang looked up at the pagoda and muttered to himself.

A beautiful woman's head stretched out from his neck and said, "That's right. The cellar under the pagoda is a spiritual node of the nearby mountains and rivers. At that time, the Dingshan Xiao saw this point and impersonated Daozhi as the abbot, and engraved a bunch of spiritual energy gathering formations on the cellar walls, and put a pile of aged wine in the center of the formation.

"These wines contain spiritual energy. Even a heavy drinker who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk will get drunk from just a touch, and demons will feel like they are in heaven. At this time of year, the Shan Xiao will come to entertain the demons and personally go down to the cellar to fetch the wine.

"If you want to assassinate him, this is the best ambush location."

Li Ang nodded, walked straight into the Buddhist temple, and according to Chai Cuichiao's instructions, used a multi-functional infantry shovel bought on Taobao to pry open a pile of floor tiles, swept away the dust, and revealed a hinged wooden door buried under the floor tiles.

Li Ang opened the wooden door, waited 20 minutes for ventilation, and then went down to the cellar with a candle, followed by his teammates.

The inside of the cellar was quite spacious, not as dirty and messy as imagined, and there were no cobwebs or tiny insects at all.

Li Ang lit the oil lamps on the red brick walls of the cellar with candles, and he could see some sundries placed in the corners of the cellar, and a pile of cyan ceramic wine jars in the center. The wine jars were also sealed with red paper.

The teammates filed in, examining the cellar. Chai Cuichiao whispered a reminder: "Be careful not to leave footprints. That Shan Xiao is extremely alert. If he finds footprints left in the dust on the ground, he will definitely be alert."

"It doesn't matter," Li Ang said, "a portable motor can be modified into a reverse vacuum cleaner later, and pumping dust into the cellar will cover the footprints."

Xing Hechou's eyes twitched. The player's backpack slots are limited. Who would bring a motor with them when performing a task? And is your hands-on ability a little too strong? You can make a vacuum cleaner or something at any time....

Li Ang swaggered to the center of the cellar, moved the wine jars away, and revealed the strange ink marks under the wine jars, which looked like a large pile of runes and spells.

The others gathered around to watch. Xing Hechou silently took out a professional-looking Sony digital camera and took pictures of the runes and spells on the ground with the flash on.

The ink was ordinary pine soot ink, and the brush used to draw the formation was probably just an ordinary wolf hair brush.

The loose and unpretentious brushstrokes, and the runes and spells that could be called ghost paintings, did not have the geometric beauty of the magic circles in Western alchemy.

However, this rough and simple spirit gathering formation aroused a storm in the hearts of the task force members. It seemed that through these ghost paintings, they could see a systematic, complete, and modern scientifically analyzable cultivation system.

Li Ang avoided the ink marks with the soles of his shoes, stood directly in the center of the formation, held his breath, and felt it carefully.

Apart from a slight, imperceptible rise in body temperature of about 1/4 degree, he didn't feel anything.

No wonder the Shan Xiao had to come back once a year to fetch wine. The spiritual energy accumulated by this formation was like a faucet with only a small crack open, focusing on a slow and steady flow, which was not of much help to cultivation.

Li Ang walked out of the formation in disappointment, let the others feel it, and after taking photos, he moved the wine jars back to their original positions.

"By the way."

He turned around and said to his teammates, "Did any of you bring landmines? Any kind will do, whether they are anti-personnel, anti-tank, fragmentation, steel ball, bouncing, directional fragmentation, pressure-activated, or cluster mines."

When Li Ang asked the question, Chai Cuichiao's head had not yet retracted from his neck. In the gloomy cellar, a person and a ghost looked like Siamese twins, which was quite frightening.

Although Li Ang asked all his teammates, he only expected Xing Hechou to be able to answer. This middle-aged man with a square face had a sharp and decisive style, and vaguely revealed a military temperament in his gestures. He was very likely a player with an official background.

Having an official background meant being able to easily access modern weapons.

Xing Hechou was silent for a moment, and replied, "M18A1, 10 of them."

Wow, he really has landmines?

The others looked surprised, but Li Ang grinned.

The M18A1 landmine is also known as the Claymore mine. It is an anti-personnel mine developed by the United States during the Vietnam War in the 1960s. Its shape is a curved square shell with a corner bracket. The detonation method is tripwire or cable control. When it explodes, it uses fragments and steel balls to injure people. The best killing range is 50 meters in front, spreading in a 60-degree wide-angle fan shape, and the maximum killing range can reach 250 meters.

The killing power of modern weapons has far exceeded the carrying limit of flesh and blood. The anti-personnel mines from the Vietnam War era and the latest landmines have no qualitative difference in killing power.

Moreover, a certain white-haired, red-eyed rabbit has always enjoyed copying the American bald eagle. In a situation like the Killing Game where it is inconvenient to reveal one's identity, there is really no psychological pressure to use American military equipment.

"Can you lay them?"

"Yes."

"Then let's start." Li Ang took out his infantry shovel and began digging up the floor tiles in the cellar, and together with Xing Hechou, he laid the landmines.

When laying the landmines, Xing Hechou deliberately paid attention and found that Li Ang's movements in laying the landmines were particularly skilled and experienced. Every detail was done quite well, from where to lay the bricks to cover them, to where to place the landmine tripwires to achieve maximum killing efficiency.

It was obvious that he laid landmines often.

Seeming to feel Xing Hechou's gaze, Li Ang turned his head and smiled, "Please don't look at me with the eyes of a dangerous person. I'm actually a law-abiding citizen."

I'll believe you're a ghost! Xing Hechou's expression was stiff, and he secretly made up his mind that after going out, he must use "experienced professional militia training" as an index in the citizen information system to find out dangerous people like Li Ang.

"I used to be a mercenary in West Africa, and I performed missions with a teammate nicknamed 'Staff Officer'."

Li Ang sighed and rambled while laying the mines, "Staff Officer buried the mines on the dirt road, and didn't know what crazy thing he was doing. He stepped on the ground twice to compact the road surface, and the mines exploded at that time.

"Sand and rocks flew, and dust filled the air.

"I hugged Staff Officer, and Staff Officer told me that his butt hurt. I told him: 'Staff Officer, your butt is in the tree, so it shouldn't hurt.'

"I hope these landmines will allow that Shan Xiao to hang his butt on the tree after entering the cellar."

What the hell is "Staff Officer's butt is hanging on the tree?" Do you think we haven't seen "Let the Bullets Fly?"