People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 677: Shapeshifter: Have fun? Add me one!

Vina looked at the old Sarkaz in the poet's hand, and the other party was also looking at Vina.

"Okay, take him back first." Vina turned around.

But then she inexplicably felt that something was wrong and turned to look at the old Sarkaz again.

Why was this man so calm after being captured? Even if his mouth was blocked and he couldn't make any sound, his limbs should have shown some signs of struggle, right?

"Your Highness?" The poet was puzzled by Vina's hesitation.

"…Forget it, let's go back first."

Vina suppressed her doubts and led the way back.

The poet shook the old Sarkaz in his hand and threatened in a low voice:

"Old man, if you don't want to suffer, just be honest. Just tell us what we ask you later. We won't do anything to you."

The old man blinked and nodded calmly.

Vina stopped suddenly.

poet:?

Without warning, Vina turned around, took off the hammer from her waist and pointed it at the old Sarkaz:

"There's something wrong with you. Who are you?"

poet:??

“Your Highness, are you a little too nervous?” He chuckled, “He’s just an ordinary old man. When I caught him, he didn’t even have time to resist… ah?!”

Halfway through his speech, the poet suddenly felt that the grip of the old man in his hand was not right. He lowered his head and was so frightened that he let out a low cry.

The sticky green liquid surged over the old man's body, and after two breaths, the shapeshifter appeared in front of the two with his original appearance.

The poet's hands and feet were cold, and his movements were as stiff as a robot. He gently placed the transformer on the ground and tidied up its clothes that he had messed up.

Then he stepped back, trembling with every step, and moved closer to Vina.

"Don't be nervous, we don't intend to attack you."

The shapeshifter smiled kindly. "If we're not mistaken, you're here to look for Qi Yan. If you have any questions, just tell us. We'll answer them all."

Vina frowned.

After she found out that the other person was actually a shapeshifter, she was a little surprised, but her nervousness faded a little.

Although this group of shapeshifters is the Sarkaz Royal Court, unlike other royal courts, their attitude has been ambiguous from the beginning to the end.

But there is one thing…

Vina glared at the gray hat with some annoyance:

"How did you choose your target? If we are discovered by the shapeshifters, they will definitely pass the news to Qi Yan, and the arrest operation will fail!"

The poet shrank his neck when he was scolded, and he didn't know where to start expressing his grievances.

He doesn't want to either.

If you knew that this was a shapeshifter, you wouldn't dare to provoke him even if you had ten thousand courages!

What kind of fate is this? There are so many choices in the building, but he just chose the most outrageous prize.

"Are you here to arrest Qi Yan?"

The shapeshifter interrupted Vina's lecture, his mouth curving, "It sounds interesting, but we won't leak the secret.

If there is anything we can do to help, we don't mind helping, for example, how about we turn into Eureka and cause some chaos for Qi Yan?"

As he spoke, changes began to occur on the shapeshifter.

Vina was so frightened when she saw this that her blond hair stood on end: "Stop it now!"

The shapeshifter, with pink curly hair, stopped transforming and tilted his head in confusion:

"If we don't do this, it will be difficult for you to capture Qi Yan, right?"

"If we do this, it will only make things more difficult for us!" Vina gritted her teeth and said, "If you really want to help, just share with me the current status of the land in the Norbert District, and we will handle the rest ourselves."

"It's not the Norbert district, it's the Victoria Nursing Home branch."

The shapeshifter scratched his pink hair to correct Vina's mistake, and then openly shared the current situation on the land.

After listening to the shapeshifter's story, Vina wasn't too surprised.

As long as Qi Yan was around, she felt she could accept anything that happened.

But the poet was somewhat incredulous:

"I don't understand why people are so happy to accept Qi Yan's use of his own strength to rule the Sarkaz and the civilians on the land instead of being angry?"

The shapeshifter twirled her pink hair with her fingers like a girl, and chuckled:

"Because Qi Yan's power is exerted on the order, not on the people under his rule, why do people hate this kind of rule?"

poet:"……"

He wanted to say something in rebuttal, but in the end he found that he had nothing to say after opening his mouth.

Vina's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look, and she silently noted this down.

Then she said:

"In that case, please go back first, Shapeshifter. I hope you can keep your promise and not reveal our whereabouts."

"Of course, we are looking forward to your meeting with Qi Yan."

Green liquid surged on the shapeshifter's body, and in the blink of an eye it turned back into the image of an old Sarkaz man:

"His name is Corbett, and he was originally a staff member of a hotel in the Norbert District. If you have any questions during your operation, or if you need our help, feel free to come to the hotel to find him."

Vina said nothing, just nodded as a reply.

The shapeshifter looked satisfied and turned to leave.

At this moment, something strange happened.

Suddenly, a panicked shout came from the hotel not far away:

"Everyone, please don't sleep. There is something urgent. Is there a doctor?"

Vina and the poet looked at each other, then turned to look at the shapeshifter at the same time.

Facing the inquiring gazes of the two people, the shapeshifter spread his hands, indicating that he knew nothing about it either.

"Let's go over and take a look first, to make sure nothing serious happens involving loss of life." Vina immediately decided to temporarily change her action strategy.

The poet was somewhat dissatisfied with this, but considering that Vina was the boss at the moment, he had to follow.

However, when he was taking action, he subconsciously avoided the shapeshifters who were moving forward with him, for fear that he would be swallowed by the shapeshifters and then spit out and become one of them if he was not careful.

The three of them were not far from the hotel and they successfully returned quickly.

Looking around, all the lights in the hotel were on, and people were gathering in the corridors and putting on their coats.

"What happened?" Vina looked at the messy crowd with a frown on her face.

The shapeshifter took the initiative to invite:

"Why don't you just come with us? Everyone knows who we are now, and you won't be suspected by others if you stay with us...Except for this gentleman with strange manners."

Poet: "...I also know some camouflage techniques."

"That's good." The shapeshifter smiled.

Even though the shapeshifter didn't say anything, the poet felt awkward.

Vina glared at the poet and motioned for him to change his clothes quickly, and the latter quickly ran behind the cover.

After a rustling sound of clothes, a well-mannered old man wearing a monocle reappeared in front of Vina.

"Your Highness, I have given it some thought. This chaos obviously requires a doctor. It just so happens that I also know some war first aid."

The poet casually pulled out his doctor's certificate and said confidently, "I can use my identity as a doctor to find first-hand information."

Vina pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The three of them did not hesitate and immediately jumped into the hotel through the window, blending into the crowd and arriving at the gathering center.

I saw several Sarkaz in the middle of the crowd sweating anxiously, and kept asking the people around them:

"Is there a doctor? This is extremely urgent. Human lives are at stake. If anyone is a doctor or knows some medical skills, it would be great. Saving lives is like putting out a fire!"

The poet immediately squeezed over and said loudly:

"I, I, I, I'm a professional doctor with a license!"

"Great, come with me!"

The Sarkaz was overjoyed. He rushed over, carried the poet on his shoulders and ran out.

The poet was almost vomiting his dinner after being hit by the Sarkaz's shoulder. He said anxiously:

"First, tell me what the injury is!"

"It's not that she's injured, it's that the pregnant woman is having a difficult delivery!"

"what?!"

The poet was stunned: "No, wait, I'm not a gynecologist!"

(Ahem, I couldn’t help it and stroked the cat for a while, but don’t worry, I will definitely conquer the temptation this time!)

(There are two more chapters, I have to finish them even if I stay up late today!)