Mystery Makes Me Strong

"You don't sleep at night, what are you messing around here?"

A grumpy voice appeared from the door of the study.

"Is it useful to toss around? Can you become a heterogeneous expert?"

With a weight of 200 jins, he pushed open the door of the study room, stepped into the study room, and stepped into the ceremony at the same time...

This made Wen Rensheng suddenly understand why Lu Damu, who is an old fritter, chose to hold the ceremony in a place like the study.

Why can the other party endure for another month...

Because the other party has already figured it out, there will be free sacrifices coming in.

Lu Damu looked at this wife who had just been married for less than a month, and couldn't lift his spirits.

He grieves for himself.

I used to be a genius, but I have fallen to where I am today.

To rely on this method to promote.

It's really sad.

Thinking of this, he felt the alien species in his body beating again, which was a sign of promotion.

He remembered a sentence someone said, in fact, the greatest sorrow for a creature like this is to mourn for oneself.

He also remembered a satirical novel he had read, which was about a rich man who needed to shed tears to relieve his eye disease.

Then the doctor found a substitute who was very similar to him, and the substitute was sick, so he started to cry, taking the substitute as himself...

The eye disease will be cured for a while.

It's a pity that the double is not a fool, because after becoming the other's double, he finally got good treatment and ran away after recovering from his illness.

Of course, the latter paragraph is illogical, how could the rich man let the other party escape? How can it be possible to cure the other party's illness?

Of course, Lu Damu would not make the mistakes of rich people, so he tried to think clearly about everything in a realistic and logical way.

He already had a faint feeling that the Inspectorate was watching him.

It doesn't matter, the worse one's situation is, the more it can cause inner sadness...self-sorrow and self-injury.

It doesn't matter, everything is an accident.

It doesn't matter, it will be fine after today.

Then he looked at his 200-pound wife, her hair turned white in front of his eyes, and she lost weight rapidly.

Well, it's even uglier if you lose weight. The loose skin is like bulging wallpaper on the wall.

"You, what did you do to me?" Lu Damu's wife exclaimed, looking at her fat hand, only a piece of skin was left.

Lu Damu didn't answer any questions.

He is still the same as usual, silent, mourning, waste...

It's ridiculous. When you really do something good for some people, they don't appreciate it.

Now when they deliberately go to kill them, they don't know what happened.

Those who live are confused, those who die are even more confused.

It's really sad.

As he thought about it, during the hexagonal ceremony, the silk suddenly spread out, and the silk threads shrouded his wife like rejuvenation.

In an instant, his wife turned into a big cocoon.

The lovely silkworms have to be scalded to death before they can finally be turned into beautiful silk and worn on people's bodies.

Now, just reverse the process.

Silkworms are used resources in front of people.

In the face of higher beings, human beings are just resources to be used.

it's the same.

Nothing to complain about.

he thought so.

There are more and more white hairs on his head.

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During the whole process, Wen Rensheng watched silently without making a move.

Compassion does not command soldiers.

This is a constant battle.

Many, many men were destined to die on the battlefield.

Now it's just a prologue.

Just as the Mysterious Seed predicted earlier, the drama is entering an intense period.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the cocoon seems to have matured.

"Bang", it exploded.

Groups of white silk threads burst out, and then connected with the white hair on Lu Damu's head.

Wen Rensheng activated the spirit control technique.

He wanted to search for traces of that mysterious existence.

The vision in front of him suddenly changed: Those white silk threads were like fishing ropes, trying to fish something out of the void.

The fishing rod is Lu Damu's white hair.

And the fisherman is Lu Damu himself...

Lu Damu retreated slowly, the silk thread getting longer and longer.

There was a "hissing" sound in Wen Rensheng's ears, as if something was crawling out along the silk thread.

His heart was shocked, the puppet had already been on standby near the study.

At this moment, a message came from the mobile phone: "Action."

What is action?

It is to discharge the greatest power in and destroy the opponent's passage.

Simple and rude.

What if the enemy is crossing the river and suddenly there is a flood?

Now the role they have to play is the flood.

This is the suggestion given by the Disaster Management Bureau after a long period of argumentation. It is not known whether it is effective, but it is more reliable than other suggestions.

Wen Rensheng instantly sent his alien power into the study through the puppet.

A purple mist poured in.

At the same time, colorful mist entered the entire study from the windows, the cracks in the door, and the ceiling.

As for the life and death of the people inside, no one would consider this.

Hundreds of people died in the early stage. If it is not stopped, I don't know how many more people will die.

The next moment, Wen Rensheng felt his eyes go dark, and then he woke up.

His puppet exploded...

He looked down at his phone, which had surveillance video on it.

The video was pitch black.

Then change to the distance, and this is the scene.

The study room of Lu Damu's villa has been turned into a white space.

A large white cocoon reappeared in the white ground.

It just stayed there quietly.

It seems to be laughing at the useless resistance of human beings.

It's like you don't care about anything.

useless?

Wen Rensheng frowned deeply, not caring about the damage to his appearance.

The phone rang at this inappropriate moment.

Liu Xuncha's phone call.

"Are you OK?"

"Fortunately, it's just a loss of a few hundred million."

"On our side, three people died and puppets were used." Liu Xuncha's tone became low.

"Three different experts?" Wen Rensheng's heart sank.

"Yes, it was originally planned to let the masters play, but there was not enough manpower, so the experts were transferred. I didn't expect that I still underestimated the opponent." Liu Xuncha sighed.

Hitting at the halfway point also caused such losses.

If you confront it head-on, you can imagine.

Wen Rensheng let out a long breath, damn it, it's still not strong enough.

He is indeed far beyond his peers, and also far beyond the aliens of the same level, but what he has to face now is a mysterious disaster with unknown background.

Time, it takes time.

His mystery still needs to be drastically improved.

More than three hundred is far from enough, three thousand is needed, no, thirty thousand!

An irresistible danger is approaching.

The prophecy was accurate, even players who cheated like him were severely injured, let alone those ordinary aliens?

In the face of those catastrophes, there are only a few thousand or eight hundred people who still have a little resistance.

Others are not even qualified to escape.

Wen Rensheng thought so, and looked at the white cocoon standing quietly through the phone again.

"It should be in the hatching state, you should block the vicinity first."

He said so, and then hung up the phone.