Ten minutes ago.
At that moment, the exhausted fat man was trembling all over again.
At that moment, the fat man thought about the eulogy of He Jing and Jing Yi.
"What are you thinking about? It's me, Zuodao."
The little paper figure controlled by Zuo Dao saw the fat man's mental activities and said in a good mood.
But he had already thought about what he said: There was a fat immortal reincarnated. He immediately came back to his senses and looked at a small paper man that emerged. The fat man yelled:
"I call you an immortal, you——"
"If you want to scold me later," the little paper man made a voice at this time. It reached behind its little hand and pulled out a miniature paper sword and pointed it at the fat man.
Forced by the lustful force, the fat man finally stopped talking with his eyes angrily glaring.
"Why haven't I found this fat man so funny before..." Zuo Dao sighed helplessly.
It's a pity that it's the "time to employ people". Apart from the two Nightingale IVs still fighting in the sky, there are no other capable assistants in this area.
"Listen to me first, I discovered something..."
In this way, Zuo Dao used the most concise narrative to make up a story about an unexpected surprise discovered during the exploration, which could be corroborated with law enforcement instruments. He also detailed the discovery of Li Jia and the "suspected" shadow of the mist ritualist. specific situation of the person.
“Do you want to come and do something big?
"According to my observation, that damn thing is probably at its weakest now. There won't be this store after this village."
Hearing this, the fat man thought of the pain he had just suffered from the beacon, and old hatreds and new hatreds surged into his heart, and he grew evil:
"Then you have to fucking do it—!"
The fat man's bold words didn't last for a few seconds before the fat man's eyes flashed and he asked furtively:
"So bro, what is this?"
...
Hongji Porridge Shop.
Time passed in the "back and forth" battle between Heiying and Li Jia.
"It was a good fight, but it turned out to be a turn-based fight for these two..."
Watching the "live broadcast", Zuo Dao felt a little reluctant to cover his face. He, who had been exploring "reasonably" and was already very close to the other side, almost lost his ability to act.
At this moment, a new situation emerged in the fighting over Li Jia. Zuo Dao's thoughts flashed wildly in his mind, and he began to operate, without showing it on his face, he said softly to the law enforcement device in a calm tone:
"There are no contaminated people in this place, and no stranded survivors have been found. I will continue to explore until the mission is completed."
"Wait...Additional record, I found something abnormal in my 'spell', I will go and observe it."
After saying that, he quickened his pace, left the place, and disappeared into the gray street.
Li Jia's side.
He once again resisted a wave of boring and repetitive attacks from the shadow men, and the sea of twilight began to weaken. The spell imprints in his mind had cracks under the continuous stimulation of the overclocking state. He was almost reaching his limit.
Li Jia, who has been engaged in front-line investigation for many years, knows very well where his limits are when he is overclocked. Now he is not far away from the moment when his skills will be destroyed.
Li Jia felt a little bitter in his heart. It seemed that since he defected from the General Affairs Bureau, his destiny had been labeled as "back". First, he met a mysterious and terrifying figure, and he took control of him in a brief confrontation. The other person was even suspected of possessing something related to his destiny. The secret of control.
After that, he discovered something even more terrifying...
It also contributed to today's situation.
Li Jia was weak both physically and mentally, and began to get distracted uncontrollably.
The dark figure who had been gathering momentum for a long time knew Li Jia very well, and when he was distracted, he exploded.
It was covered with a layer of gray mist, and then rushed past like an arrow from a string.
Obviously, it wants to resolve the battle at close range, and it doesn't want any more accidents.
As it rushed into the sea of twilight, the gray mist and the overlapping waves consumed each other fiercely. Originally, it did not dare to be so rash, but now Li Jia's technique was already a paper tiger, so in just an instant, it had arrived at Li Jia's body. In front of you.
The shadow man's hand changed and turned into a sword blade, as if making an uppercut, piercing Li Jia's jaw.
At the same time, among the small paper man group somewhere, paper man player No. 6 and the other four paper men waved their hands, faced the destiny book, and started writing.
"Eliminate difficulties"
When the last stroke came down, the word 'disaster' was about to change from being vaguely visible before to becoming obvious again, as if it was suddenly attacked by a sniper and became vaguely visible again.
Paper Man No. 6, who succeeded Paper Man No. 5, was suddenly killed by lightning. There seemed to be something wrong internally. Then a hole was blown out of the paper man's head out of thin air, and then his body exploded completely, leaving not even ashes behind. And this ——
It's the price of manipulating other people's fate.
After destroying the little paper man, this 'power' didn't seem to be relieved. It traced back to the left path through an unknown connection. It seemed to be hesitating invisibly, and finally entered one of the three paper spirits in his chest. .
Then, a crack appeared on one of the paper spirits, and at this point, the power dissipated angrily.
As for the little paper man, there are now four large cracks on his body and a small "scar" on his waist, which seems to have been repaired.
"It's never that simple to play with fate, especially this kind of "death calamity", but the backlash of fate is sometimes very interesting. It will directly impact the "person involved". If the person dies and his power is still there, it will harm his descendants.
"But as long as a person is not dead, he will continue to be entangled until the power is exhausted. The magic of trick and paper cutting is that although "I" am "dead", I am not dead. The little paper man, as a direct criminal, bears its consequences. Destiny, as its fundamental creator, I should be the number two pick.
"However, the one who controls the little paper man is my paper spirit, so I become the third overall pick. Even though the paper spirit is small, it is still "fate". Therefore, Li Jia's death is not the same as the second overall pick. The paper spirit really can’t stand it, and when it comes to me, I’ll get a bad cold or get cut while cutting vegetables.”
Zuo Dao thought long and hard.
While he is legally learning the 'mysterious knowledge' of this world through formal channels, he is also relying on his many years of experience to dialectically explore the 'mysterious logic' of this world from various angles and methods.
Don’t rely solely on the experience summaries given by others, and don’t be so arrogant that you think you are the only one in the world.
On the other side, time, now.
Li Jia, who could barely stand, could only watch the shadow man end his life.
At this time.
Accident...seems to have happened again.
A fat man's roar came from the distance, and he seemed to be shouting vaguely:
"The old ghost behind the scenes is going to die——!"
As he said that, the fat man stood in the distance and shook his hands suddenly.
"Ritual Overclocking·Hidden Void Turns into Reality"
The space around the black shadow figure was distorted. The next moment, it was teleported to a place not far away. In this moment of space transfer, the black figure was seriously injured. The gray fog defense on the body was shattered, and the body was also injured. He was injured again, leaving pure black blood dripping on the ground.
The fat man immediately stopped the technique quickly, but the price of overclocking also followed. One of his arms seemed to be stirring with invisible force, and then there were several clicks, from the knuckles to the wrists, from the elbow joints to the shoulders. The joints were all broken.
The fat man was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat. This was still his slight overclocking. He only transferred the black shadow to a nearby place. If he continued to perform it or teleported to a farther place, then at the end of the ceremony, he would be able to lift a twist-shaped corpse. .
Seeing that he had moved to the right place, the fat man roared angrily:
“Brother, come on——!!!”
