Global Apocalypse: Awakening the Soul-Swallowing Talent at the Beginning

Li Luo appeared behind Liu Wenjian like a ghost and pressed his teeth against his throat.

"Benefactor, if you feel dirty killing him, I can do it for you."

Liu Wenjian was so frightened that he peed on the spot. He whined and couldn't express what he meant.

Lu Li waved his hand: "No, he has already signed the [Oath Contract]."

"Once he violates the rules, he will be killed immediately and let him live."

After hearing what Lu Li said, Li Luo immediately released his grip.

Liu Wenjian was pressed back and forth on the edge of life and death, feeling that his fragile nerves were a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Lu Li didn't bother him anymore in the end. He just asked him to collect the space bags of the dead Liu family members and bury the scattered corpses on the ground.

The tool was naturally the shovel Lu Li chose.

Anyway, the soul has long been swallowed by him silently, and the corpse is seriously damaged, so it cannot be [Condensed into Crystals].

Although Liu Wenjian is timid, he is unambiguous in his work.

The corpses of their compatriots were quickly cleaned up as required.

The remaining Ant-Man in the underground space was also cleared.

Thinking that his talent would be exposed in front of other players anyway, Lu Li simply stopped hiding it.

The Digger Soul Soldier freely explores all the crypts, cleans up the remaining ant-men, and speeds up the clearance of the secret realm.

As for him, he was resting in place and recovering his strength.

There are not many players left in the secret realm.

Compared to the over 10,000 people who entered when they first entered, there are now only a few hundred left.

Most of them are descendants of the Tu family.

Small groups and individual people are almost extinct.

However, compared with Lu Li's previous life when his group was wiped out, his current situation can be said to be much better.

With the lessons learned from the Liu family's children, these surviving players naturally did not dare to take Lu Li's advice anymore.

Instead, he came up to say hello in an extremely flattering manner, trying to look familiar in front of the boss.

The Tu family even extended an olive branch to Lu Li and offered generous terms to recruit him.

Lu Li naturally wouldn't agree, and in the end he just added Tu Min as friends.

It's not that he has any plans for the Tu family next.

Mainly, I wanted to see the fun between Tu Min and Zhao Qiaoer.

at the same time.

Outside the secret realm of massacre.

Zhao family.

Zhao Qiaoer, who was covered in water drops, walked out and pushed her wet short hair behind her ears.

Applause sounded from a dark corner, along with unstinting praise, and reached Zhao Qiaoer's ears.

"What a beautiful [Bingdilian] blooming with water..."

Zhao Qiaoer didn't look back and walked straight to the living room.

He took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator, took two sips, and then said calmly:

"How is the situation over there in the secret realm?"

Zhao Mou slowly walked out of the darkness:

"It's not out of control yet, but it shows no signs of going away."

"It's been so long and you still haven't lost control?" Zhao Qiaoer looked grave:

"I have obviously acted according to the omen you gave me. Logically speaking, I should be able to take credit..."

Before Zhao Qiaoer could finish her words, Zhao Mou had already grasped her hand holding the wine bottle and pulled the woman into his arms.

"Don't worry, my good sister, you did a great job."

"Thank you for your hard work for the Zhao family."

Zhao Qiaoer felt the familiar yet unfamiliar warmth, and her tense body finally relaxed.

She also reached out and put her arm around Zhao Mou's waist:

"For the Zhao family, no matter how hard you work, it's all worth it."

Abnormal love grows crazily between the two, and the atmosphere in the living room heats up rapidly.

Zhao Mou looked into Zhao Qiaoer's eyes and asked seriously:

"Death, what does it feel like?"

"It's nothing special, it just hurts, and then I woke up here." Zhao Qiaoer looked back affectionately, and slowly came closer with her red lips still dripping with wine:

"With the innate ability, maybe what I experience is not death in the true sense."

"But brother, my heart still aches." Zhao Mou said with a smile, half seriously, half jokingly.

The corners of Zhao Qiaoer's lips curled up into a rippling smile:

The words were like an explosive fuse, completely detonating the ambiguity between the two.

Zhao Mou fiercely picked up the delicate body in his arms and strode towards the sofa...

other end.

Inside a heavily guarded safe house.

The old man in Mao suit looked at the screen in front of him, with a hint of worry between his brows.

He turned around and asked his secretary:

"Still no news from our people?"

The secretary shook his head.

The old man sighed and continued to watch the screen.

The picture shown above is exactly the dimensional rift in Chengtianmen Square.

At this moment, it is rising and shrinking regularly, and no changes can be seen.

"What's the situation with General Ao Zhan? Is he still in the rules secret realm?"

The secretary nodded:

"Yes, according to the news sent back by Yan Qi ten minutes ago, General Ao Zhan seems to have encountered some trouble in the secret realm."

"It will be difficult to escape for a while, and the other team members are working hard to find a solution."

"You remind them that if their lives are in danger, remember to use the [Secret Realm Escape Ticket]."

"The importance of the mission is not as important as their lives!"

"Okay." The secretary responded, typing quickly on the data panel with her fingertips.

After doing all this, he seemed to feel that the old man was full of sadness, and the secretary spoke again to persuade:

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Jin's divination is always accurate."

"This time, the hexagram about the super-large massacre secret realm is the Qian hexagram. It should be considered a near miss and nothing will happen."

When the old man heard the words, the sorrow in his brows dissipated a little:

"I hope so..."

Outside Chengtianmen Square.

A dozen Bangzi people gathered here, looking towards the square through several telescopes.

They muttered something from time to time, mixed with unpleasant laughter.

"Without the intervention of the Sakura people this time, we in Da Bangzi Country will definitely be able to get the good things in the secret realm!"

"Haha, even if the Sakura people get involved, they will never be President Park's opponent. In the end, they will just add trophies to us!"

"That's right, President Park is an assassin with the 'Specialized Destiny'!"

"He has already passed the job transfer mission trial and possesses the four-piece set of 'Netherworld'. He is invincible!"

Although most sticks are optimistic about Park Young Gun, there are still different voices coming out.

Several young guys who looked to be in their early twenties discussed in a low voice:

"But having said that, there are also many powerful Chinese players. Among the top fifty players on the level list, their Chinese names account for most of them."

"Yes...especially the first-placed Lu Li, whose level has reached level 28. There is a 10-level gap between him and the second-placed Kaido Ivanov."

"If President Park meets him, will he..."

Before the young man could finish his words, one of them, who looked like the leader of the team, strode forward and kicked several of them one by one:

"Xiba, do you know what your behavior is called? In the old saying of Bangzi Country, it is called 'increasing the ambition of others and destroying your own prestige'. It is a complete act of traitor!"

One of the young men covered his buttocks and muttered with great grievance:

"It's obviously an ancient saying from China..."

"West!!" the leader-looking stick shouted, raising his hand to slap the young man in the mouth.

Just as the slap was about to fall, an exclamation suddenly came from the telescope.

…