A few minutes ago, Mr. Ning was still studying the situation in the dojo.
In the battle between Heavenly Court and the Yiren Bureau, aristocratic families and demon clans were also involved, and there were also people over there who passed on various messages to him.
After all, you can make money with just a little effort. Who would give up such a good opportunity?
And if he accidentally dies in battle, the fee for selling the information will be given to his family as promised. This kind of service has been provided before.
In this way, when encountering a situation where the BOSS must die, he can still race against time to send out the information about the BOSS, which can be regarded as leaving a little more legacy to his family.
Mr. Ning leads by example and strives to create the proper order in this world of spiritual recovery.
A chaotic and disorderly world would only make it difficult to do business, and he didn't want the world to become that kind of place.
Only looters would take advantage of the chaos to get money. They would just leave after looting, not caring what would become of the place.
Mr. Ning was analyzing the intelligence, and suddenly an uncomfortable feeling surged from his body for no apparent reason.
What followed was a burst of heart palpitations, as if the heart and brain were tightly grasped by something.
Other human races also felt the same way. Those with lower cultivation levels reacted even more. They covered their hearts and screamed. Blood flowed out of their five orifices and floated directly in the sea water.
【Help yourself immediately! 】The voice of No. 1 rang in the ears of Mr. Ning and Xiao Wanfa at the same time.
The two of them activated a spiritual object on their bodies at the same time, and their whole bodies were instantly enveloped in a layer of faint red smoke.
This is an armor made by refining and processing the evil spirit taken from Shu Motoko.
It seems that there is only one layer, but in fact there are three layers, including evil evil, spiritual power and the spiritual evil she specially provided.
After Mr. Ning discovered that evil spirits can destroy the dojo and have a restraining effect on all spiritual objects or spiritual powers, he has been asking people to study this thing.
He will not let go of any power elements and will invest in research on them all.
Only when you are well prepared can you do things with peace of mind.
The moment the red smoke enveloped the whole body, the feeling of being caught in the heart and brain disappeared immediately, and the two of them suddenly felt relaxed.
But those monks were tumbling in the sea with their fish tails swinging. Veins on their heads were bulging, their eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and their expressions were extremely painful.
Even a fool knows that he is going to die. His spiritual power is completely out of control and is scurrying all over his body. He even feels like his soul and body are about to separate.
Mr. Ning and Xiao Wanfa didn't have many spiritual objects, so they only refined these two. If Jiu Yuanzi hadn't been able to use evil spirits himself, it wouldn't have been enough.
"Old Ning, what should I do?" Xiao Wanfa asked.
In fact, he has no intention of saving people at all, but President Ning mentioned to him before that as long as he is a human race, no matter how weak he is, he has value.
Mr. Ning didn't say anything, but he quickly took out an iron box, opened it and used his spiritual power to control the contents inside, and hit all the players.
His spell can finely control the branching of spiritual power, and inside the iron box are button-sized red metal discs.
They flew out and landed accurately on everyone's eyebrows.
Mr. Ning held a remote control in his hand. He had already used his spiritual power to isolate the sea water. He pressed it with his hand.
The metal disc instantly produced countless electric lights, instantly stunning everyone and causing them to lose consciousness, like a belly-turned fish floating in the sea.
Xiao Wanfa's spiritual consciousness swept across the crowd and found that their bodies were dead.
He looked at Mr. Ning, "Old Ning, they are all dead."
"Well, the body is dead, but the soul is still there, so it's not dead." Mr. Ning put away the remote control and said, already knowing the result.
"Although there are many customers who have saved their memories with me, they have no cultivation base. Now this service can preserve their cultivation base. It is considered a VIP service."
He calmly threw out the same number of mechanical devices, which were humanoid metal stands with only frames and a few mechanical boxes.
Players who were physically dead and unconscious were moved to these machines by his spiritual power.
Xiao Wanfa held his hands and stared curiously at him doing these things, feeling a subtle feeling.
It's like I am a monk who has traveled to a science fiction world, looking at a strange and strange landscape that I don't understand.
Moreover, these things are not entirely technological, but also have a strong sense of cultivating immortality.
It’s so interesting to have that contradictory yet extremely logical feeling.
Mr. Ning put all the people on the machine, and they were automatically fixed by the machine. Their bodies were straightened and arranged. Except for their heads, which were still tilted, they all seemed to be standing upright, which was very impressive.
After letting everyone get used to the disc for five minutes, he pressed the remote control again, and the electric light was released again, activating everyone.
"Ah!" Half of the people roared like breathing out the dead air from their throats and coming back to life.
After discovering that they were still alive, but their bodies were trapped together with their mechanical bodies, everyone raised questions.
"How is this going?"
"What happened to me just now?"
"Now what is this, what are these machines?"
"I remember, Mr. Ning seemed to have thrown something over our heads."
"I saw there was a metal piece on your head."
"you also have!"
"Everybody has this thing."
"Mr. Ning, can you explain what you did to us?"
"I heard that after Sanjie Company extracted people's souls, they required them to work 24 hours a day without paying them wages. Is this true?"
"Ah! I don't want it, I don't want to go to work. It's impossible to go to work. Only cultivating immortals is my ideal life. The people here speak nicely..."
Mr. Ning did not explain, but used his spiritual power on a thick stack of paper, and each person got a piece. "This is the product manual. You can take a look at it. There is also a three-guarantee service."
His ability to disperse spiritual energy is almost as familiar as Jiu Yuanzi's, after all, it has the bonus of a skill.
"?" Everyone took the paper inexplicably, and it was waterproof.
Brain-controlled automatic power equipment
This product is the latest product created by Sanjie Company for users who have died. Our company is people-oriented and strives to promote the development of human technology and create a common belief in a happy human race, so we developed this functional product.
The following is an introduction to product advantages:
1. This product can provide brain control power for the deceased...
Everyone looked at the product introduction in their hands carefully and had a very subtle feeling.
Many illiterate people can only see that after they die, their souls are preserved and their bodies are useless, but they can use brain-controlled automatic power equipment to forcibly move their bodies.
There are also markings, which will not affect your practice.
Is this much different from zombies or evil cultivator corpses?
Wearing the skin of technology, isn’t it about hooking up with souls?
Everyone's minds are full of question marks, but they also feel that the Three Realms Company is so powerful. They are also from the human race. What kind of melon seeds are in their heads? They can actually come up with these things.
Finally, someone asked: "Mr. Ning, how did we die?"
No one can guarantee whether this capitalist will do anything to disregard human life in order to sell his own products.
Mr. Ning looked at them, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said sternly: "Everyone, here is an inside story to tell you, we are not evolved, but created."
"Now, the Creator wants to destroy us and wipe us out."
"This world is like a game, he is the player, and we are just characters in the game."
Everyone looked at each other, and finally someone asked: "Is the creator you are talking about God?"
If monks don't believe in gods and immortals, then how can they practice? Isn't everyone just cultivating to become golden immortals and ascend to heaven?
Mr. Ning stared at the speaker and said in a stern and commanding tone: "Humans never believe in gods, they are just more powerful beings. It's like your father gave birth to you, then said he couldn't support you and wanted to sell you In exchange for money to support myself.”
"Then what should we do?" he asked.
But before anyone could answer, he answered himself: "Of course it's resistance. If this is just a game, then we have countless ways to kill players."
There are many ways to die playing games, so he won't give examples one by one. There are many in the news.
Mr. Ning changed the topic and said, "But you all died just now. I saved all your souls and used electric current to keep your cells dormant."
"You also know the secrets of this world. For the safety of both parties, as well as my cost and investment, you must join my company and become Iron Bowl employees."
"Only by signing a voluntary and fair contract will I be able to trust you."
He laughed, "As long as we sign, everyone is one of our own and colleagues in the same company."
An employment contract appeared in his hands, and as he spoke, it seemed so natural and yet filled with confusion.
Why does God want to kill everyone, players and games? What is this example?
Everyone is busy cultivating immortals and doesn’t have much time to play games. The most they can do is hit, hit, and watch in succession.
But there is only one feeling that entering this company seems to be a good life.
The iron rice bowl of Sanjie Company, I heard that the benefits are good, the canteen is free, and there are many dishes...
