Under the violent invasion of the Demon Sect disciples, one house after another in the town was kicked open.
It's the same in all houses.
Warm lights, turned on TV, steaming food, moved tables and chairs... everything seemed as if nothing had happened. There is no nuclear explosion, no divine punishment, no doomsday, no those damn monsters, and the dark clouds that will never dissipate.
However, the strange thing is that there is no one.
Not even a ghost can be found.
"Report to the elders that Wang Yuan, Zhao Kai, and Bai Wushuang, who are responsible for investigating the third hut from the right in the northwest corner, are missing." A disciple suddenly came to report.
Murong Yunting shook the braid on her head, put her hands on her hips, tightened her floral skirt, and said in an old-fashioned way: "Immediately ask the disciples to climb up to see, and at the same time shout the code and pay attention to the movement. The disciples were on alert, and they were divided into groups of ten. When entering a house, there must be at least three people standing guard outside the door. The disciples who enter the house should be separated by one person and continue to spread the message without interruption."
Many disciples immediately accepted the order and acted according to the instructions.
But similar news continues to come.
Flowers bloomed almost all over the town, and a large number of disciples responsible for entering the house to investigate suddenly disappeared.
According to the disciple's statement.
Those disciples who disappeared were still talking and communicating with them one moment, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace the next moment.
Heavy rain continues in the town.
The electric arc spreading across the black sky occasionally sheds pale electric light, illuminating the small town in the shadow like a ferocious devil's cave.
Although...these people who are searching this town at the moment are the real demons.
"Blow the whistle and call everyone together. No more scattered actions." Murong Yun followed the order.
In almost ten minutes, all the disciples who had dispersed throughout the town turned back and gathered in the square of the town despite the corrosive acid rain.
When we came in, there must have been a team of close to 500 people.
At this time, most of it has been reduced.
More than three hundred people are missing.
Murong Yunting cast doubtful eyes on Song Qingwen.
Hope he can give an explanation.
But Song Qingwen didn't care at all about the disappearance of his disciples.
What he cared about was placed elsewhere.
"If there is some kind of power that took away all the missing disciples. Then why doesn't it come to me?"
"Is there any implicit conditions that I need to meet?" Song Qingwen broke into a room and walked around the room, ignoring the greetings of other elders.
Looking at the chair that was slowly moving away, Song Qingwen suddenly had an idea and sat down.
When he sat down, he immediately felt that black and white were reversed, and day and night were spinning.
It was as if in an instant, he had been taken to another time and space.
The people who were originally invisible all appeared in front of him in detail and reality.
At this time, the morning news was playing on the TV.
The hot female host was introducing in detail the large-scale parade that took place in Apple City.
The little girl with freckles on the bridge of her nose, wearing a diaper and a yellow shirt, was sitting in a baby chair. While curiously looking at Song Qingwen who suddenly appeared, she continued to eat her little cake, with cream all over her cheeks. .
There was also a ping-pong-pong sound coming from the kitchen, and it seemed that the owner of the house was cooking food.
It just sounds like the other person is not very good at it and always utters exclamations like 'damn' and 'terrible'.
Song Qingwen raised his eyes and looked out the window again.
The sunlight shines naturally and warmly on the balcony, which is planted with some small flowers but lacks maintenance.
In the square directly opposite the window, a sweet old couple was sitting on a bench warmly, and occasionally there would be one or two intimate exchanges of lips and teeth.
"I... crossed time?"
"I... came before the nuclear explosion?" Song Qingwen suddenly... came to such a conclusion without any reason, but very clearly.
Since the powerful man who exists in the dark can control the time difference between the two worlds.
So of course, it seems reasonable to send him before the nuclear explosion and reverse time and space...?
"But why were you sent to before the nuclear explosion? And why in this small town?" Song Qingwen became even more confused.
Of course, if it was before the nuclear explosion, then he would be happier.
Because in this era, there is a complete information exchange network.
Song Qingwen learned this through spending one night in Red-haired Tom's underground shelter.
Through this network, he can quickly obtain the knowledge he wants.
Know the formula for making a nuclear bomb and even some of the required conditions.
He began to search the house. First he had to find the thing called a 'computer'.
Then try to use 'computer', connect to the network, and get information.
Soon, Song Qingwen locked a laptop placed on the dining table.
The computer screen was still on, as if the owner of the house had done half of the work and left temporarily.
Song Qingwen tried to operate the computer.
But I found that I couldn't touch the computer at all, and there seemed to be an inexplicable 'medium' between me and the laptop.
His hand passed through the computer... across the desktop.
He is like a wandering soul in this world.
"You are not allowed to perform such operations without being invited." Such a line of large characters appeared in front of Song Qingwen's eyes.
"invite?"
"What invitation?" Song Qingwen began to think.
Then he tried to express his kindness by smiling at the little girl sitting in the baby chair.
However, this was too difficult for Song Qingwen.
Having been a demon cultivator, demon leader, and demon king for so long, he has long forgotten what kindness is.
He always presumes others with the greatest malice and dresses himself up in the most ferocious image.
The little girl who was just looking at Song Qingwen curiously was frightened by his sudden 'kindness'.
The small cake held in his hand fell to the ground with a 'pop'.
The little girl looked at her empty palms and then at the cake on the ground. Her eyes quickly turned red, and then tears welled up.
Woo...ah...!
Like a piercing whistle, the little girl howled at the top of her lungs.
The so-called girl's cry is like pear blossoms carrying rain. It must be a controlled emotional release and a purposeful symbolic performance.
When a really sad girl cries, her shrill voice is simply despairing.
Song Qingwen promised that if it were under normal conditions, he would have broken the little thing's neck by now.
A man who looked a bit rough and unkempt walked out quickly, holding a wooden spoon dipped in butter in his hand, and he didn't have time to clean up the ketchup on his arm.
When he saw Song Qingwen, he was obviously stunned.
Then he came forward and pinched Song Qingwen's chubby little face hard with his greasy fingers.
"Owen! You little bastard, are you here to seduce our little baby again?"
"Swear to God, if you make her cry again, I'm going to stick your head in Bank's ass."
Song Qingwen looked confused at this time.
There is only one thing on my mind...
"I... actually... got pinched in the face?"
