West Sixth District Time—20:23
USA.
Tennessee.
Gordonsville.
Two miles down the river, in the basement of a private estate.
In this small, dark room filled with clutter, it seemed that a depressing atmosphere had been deliberately created.
The only light source in the room was dozens of red candles placed in the closet.
They don't seem to need oxygen to burn, and are beating with extremely evil purple flames.
There were two people observing these candles.
The old man sat on a creaking wooden chair, his head hanging down, and his bloated body seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The young man stood quietly beside him, watching the dozens of candles silently.
On the right side of this wall, in the corner, there is a candle whose purple flame seems to be struggling.
In the morning, the purple light it emits seems to light up the entire basement. Unfortunately, its exhausted wax body indicates that it will burn out soon.
"Bring it here." The old man suddenly said in a hoarse voice.
The young man slowly squatted down, opened the closet in the corner, took out the tray supporting the candle, and placed it beside the old man.
"He still has some memories of that land," the old man slowly raised his hand, pinched it with his fat fingers and said, "If you are not purely pious to Him, then you have never believed in Him. Him.”
Then the old man rubbed his fingertips covered with wax dust and asked hoarsely: "How long have I slept?"
"From three o'clock in the afternoon on April 27th to ten o'clock in the evening on May 13th." The young man placed the extinguished candle on the table, and then brought a cup of cool coffee over.
After the old man took it and drank it, his cloudy eyes regained some clarity, and at the same time asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"
The young man immediately began to say: "On May 4th, the magicians mainly in Edo and Leningrad seemed to have disappeared at the same time."
"On May 5, Nunalara Chamal fled back to Bharat."
"On May 8th, a cardinal from the Holy See of the Old Gods of Northern Europe died suddenly in the East..."
"Okay, let's not talk about these things that have nothing to do with us." The old man waved his hands irritably.
After thinking for a moment, the young man whispered: "Tennessee, the 147th-ranked hero in the sequence, Dalt, the leaper, I hope that in our next cooperation, we can minimize the impact on industrial and commercial areas. actual damage.”
"Because he found that his appearance fee is really getting lower and lower. If this continues, he will consider severing some of our business dealings with us in the new world."
"How stupid," the old man said with a deep laugh: "There are people who plan to be a bounty hero in a place like Tennessee for the rest of their lives."
"Then may the New God bless this idiot..."
Dong dong dong——
However, before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Do you have an appointment?" The young man heard the voice and slowly leaned over.
"My name is Peson Rodriguez. I happen to be passing by. If you don't mind, can you let me in for a drink?" The greeting voice continued to come from outside the door.
"If you like, you can go to Konstana's Bar, five miles away, and we'll have a brandy for you."
After the young man said these words, his whole body began to harden, and his skin gradually gave off a metallic luster. At the same time, his slowly lengthening nails were as sharp as steel knives.
After all, this room is five meters underground, and the only exit is at the ceiling.
Behind the door that was knocked was a pure steel structure that was poured into one piece.
But before the young man finished speaking, a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes, with three-dimensional facial features like sculptures, had already stood in front of the table, casually picked up a few documents and flipped through them briefly.
"Oh...really good spirits." After reading these documents roughly, Peisen couldn't help but sigh: "In this case, maybe I can work overtime tonight with two Cuban cigars in my mouth."
And when he noticed a wall made of dozens of candles beside him, he snapped his fingers, and as if a strong wind blew in the closet, all the candles were extinguished.
All that was left was the scarlet candle in the upper left corner, which suddenly burst into black flames and burned violently.
After seeing it, Peisen immediately felt something interesting, so he approached the closet, put his hand through the glass that was like water, and then pressed it gently, extinguishing the candle with a tingling sound.
And the young man who had been frozen in place, his eyes still extremely guarded outside the door, suddenly fell to the ground on his back, without even twitching.
The old man slowly stood up from the chair, hunched his bloated body, slowly looked at Person, and asked with a gloomy smile on his face: "Are you ASM, the United States Federal Secret Service?"
"Oh, today is Sunday, ASM is on holiday..." Peisen took out his ID and shook it: "And we are RIS, the U.S. Federal Tax Service."
Then Peisen collected a pile of documents, flicked the corners and said: "The tax rate for your illegal profits is 120%, but you haven't even paid a dollar of tax yet."
"Sir, maybe we have other ways of paying the tax, maybe not just a glass of brandy."
Peisen thought for a moment, walked over, smiled and gave the old man a hug.
But in the process of hugging, his hand passed through the other person's body, and then whispered in his ear: "What you need to make up for is to maintain the supreme authority of the Constitution of the United States of America and the inviolability of the Constitution. Civil liberties rights…”
"Maybe... there is also democracy, that's all."
Peisen stretched out his hand, put the old and bloated body of the other party, and now completely dead, back on the chair. Then he sorted out some documents. Before he was about to take them away, he found that there was something missing at the corner of the table. There is a candle with only its wick left.
And it actually lit up with a very weak candlelight.
Peisen was silent for a moment, picked it up, placed it in his arms, and then walked straight out of the closed wooden door.
…
Yin Hang felt that he had slept until he woke up naturally in the past two days.
When the sun shone through the curtains on his face, Yin Hang slowly opened his eyes.
Then Yin Hang saw An Tong sleeping soundly on his chest with pillows on his side, and at the same time he could feel her warm and tender skin pressing tightly against his body.
This scene made his breathing slow down for half a beat.
And Yin Hang didn't know when his clothes were taken off.
It should have been...taken off, right?
As if he felt Yin Hang move, An Tong's little nose made a reluctant sound, then raised his head slightly, and then Yin Hang saw An Tong's mouth slightly open, pointing at his neck. A cute sleeping face with her hair sticking to her cheeks due to sweat while breathing out hot air.
Seeing the girl holding him in his arms and unwilling to let go even in her sleep, Yin Hang really didn't want her to be wronged or endangered in the slightest.
But some things are simply unavoidable.
With An Tong's talent, he will definitely become a serial-level existence in the future.
It was almost inevitable that she would be selected into the Huainan Province team and head to the secret realm.
Needless to say, the protagonist must also be a member of the Huaibei Province team.
What should An Tong do if she encounters the protagonist in the future?
He didn't know if there would be a bigger conflict in the future.
After all, in the original work, the description of his wife is indeed... quite villainous.
But that is a very futuristic plot. The biggest problem now is the upcoming border plot.
If he hadn't worn the book, An Tong would have been safe in the border plot since he could have become a member of the Huainan Province team. However, he is not sure how much the original plot has been changed after he wore the book.
And the time is too short, only half a month left.
If he wanted to accompany An Tong to the border, he would have to raise his strength to the middle of the Huang rank in this half month... In other words, he would be like Yin Youguo, who could become a sea of hot lava when he stamped his feet. With a wave of his hand, he is a dragon that can control the wind and rain.
But whenever he thinks about this... Yin Hang always feels a little awkward.
He remembered that apart from the main character having a system, his classmates from Dogen's class were not nearly as strong when they went to the border to practice.
But for now, the information he knows is too vague, and many things cannot be judged.
Just like the description of the spirit stone in the original book, he could understand it when he read it, but when he actually walked in, he didn't recognize it when he saw it.
However, no matter what, he must improve his strength to the middle of the yellow rank within half a month.
Otherwise, it would be absolutely unacceptable for him to be in a different place with his wife who is so clingy to him.
Thinking of this, Yin Hang hugged the extremely soft and tender body in his arms a little tighter.
Then the next moment, Yin Hang's nose was gently pinched by An Tong, who also woke up.
"You're not honest with your hands and feet in the early morning, are you?"
Yin Hang tried to explain: "You are sweating all over. I'm afraid that the towel is not tightly covering you and you will catch a cold."
"You don't want to think about why I'm sweating!" An Tong turned her head and glanced at the time, realizing that it was almost nine o'clock. She snorted and said, "Forget it, I'll give you five minutes, you can do whatever you want to me. Okay, I’ll satisfy you, but you have to get up in five minutes.”
After An Tong finished speaking with a smile, he let go of Yin Hang, and then gently pressed his head on Yin Hang's arm, as if he was willing to take whatever he wanted.
Last night was okay. After experiencing a life-and-death disaster, Yin Hang felt a little weak all over and mentally exhausted. However, An Tong's aggrieved look at that time made Yin Hang just hold her in his arms to comfort her. .
But after a night's rest, now that he heard An Tong's teasing like this again, he felt that it would be difficult for him to stay rational even if he only touched her a little bit.
However, An Tong shrank her shoulders slightly, bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and waited expectantly for two minutes. She found that Yin Hang struggled for a moment, then turned over directly, with his back to her.
"Yin Hang?"
"An Tong, I'm afraid I won't be able to control it..." Yin Hang comforted in a low voice.
After An Tong heard this, her cheeks suddenly bulged with anger. After remembering something, her face suddenly turned red. Then she gritted her teeth and hugged Yin Hang's waist.
"An Anan... An Tong?"
After all, it was mid-May, and it was still very hot for the two of them to sleep together, which made Yin Hang's thinking almost shut down.
Yin Hang's tongue was knotted, and he stuttered: "An Tong, if you do this, I really... can't control it."
After An Tong listened to Yin Hang's words, she rubbed her body upward, then gently bit Yin Hang's shoulder, and muttered aggrievedly: "You always say something because you are afraid that you can't control it."
"You haven't thought about it. It's very hard for me to restrain myself."
After Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, he turned around and wanted to hug her and said: "An Tong, I'm sorry..."
But then he was slapped, and then An Tong pushed Yin Hang again and said, "It's been five minutes, it's time to get up!"
"This is the rule I set for myself. If I don't get up five minutes after waking up during the holidays, I will be lazy in bed all day." After An Tong finished speaking, she snorted at Yin Hang and said, "If I If I lie in bed like this all day, I’m sure I’ll eat it all!”
Yin Hang coughed twice in embarrassment, then lifted the towel and quilt and prepared to get up.
But when he discovered that An Tong was slightly covering himself with his hands during the day, and his face was half-covered. Not to mention his cheeks, his whole body turned red.
Seeing her like this, Yin Hang's heart rate accelerated uncontrollably.
After An Tong found Yin Hang who was looking at him in a daze, he made a noise and leaned on the edge of the bed with his hands, came over, pecked his lips gently, and then said with a smile:
"Good morning kiss."
Then Yin Hang found a set of old clothes to change into, and An Tong's suitcase also contained clothes that she could use for a change of clothes.
The two of them hugged each other last night, and while chatting before going to bed, he mentioned that he wanted to get glasses this morning.
When Yin Hang packed up and put his big black schoolbag on his back, he remembered something again. He took out his key chain, took one off and handed it to An Tong.
After An Tong got it, she jumped up and down like a little girl who received a gift, and even showed off to Yin Hang for a long time.
Yin Hang and An Tong, who later called each other husband and wife, went on their first date, and then walked out holding hands like an ordinary couple.
And on sections of road with fewer people, An Tong would happily pull Yin Hang's hand around like a top.
Not much has been changed, just some sensitive words.
Saving manuscripts has started to go at a crazy pace (I thought about the daily details, but decided not to delete them)
Some readers are very concerned about the issues, so I would like to explain them.
The reason for the sparse rhythm... I really don't understand these, but it took me half a month to write the two sentences in the original outline, but if I didn't write some of the foreshadowing, there would be a lot of loopholes later.
At present, I personally feel that it is starting to catch up... I just don't know how it will actually be.
I'm so sorry to everyone.
(End of chapter)
