Mystery Makes Me Strong

"If you don't sleep at night, why are you messing around here?"

A grumpy voice appeared from the door of the study.

"Is it useful to mess around? Can I become a xenogeneic expert?"

With a weight of 200 pounds, he slammed open the study door, stepped into the study, and stepped into the ceremony at the same time...

This made Wen Rensheng immediately understand why Lu Damu, an old fried dough stick, 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 made up their minds, there will be free offerings coming in.

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

He was sad for himself.

He used to be a genius, but he has been reduced to where he is today.

It is necessary to rely on this means to advance.

Really sad.

Thinking like this, he felt that the alien species in his body was beating again, which was a precursor to promotion.

He remembered a sentence someone said, in fact, the biggest grief of human beings is to grieve for themselves.

He also remembered a satirical novel he had read. It was about a rich man who needed tears to relieve himself because of an eye disease.

Then the doctor found a substitute that looked very much like him. The substitute was sick, so he started to cry and took the substitute as himself...

The eye disease was cured for a while.

It's a pity that the substitute is not a fool. Because he became the other person's substitute, he finally received good treatment and escaped after his illness was cured.

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

Of course, Lu Damu would not make the mistake of being a rich man, so he thought about everything in a realistic and logical way as much as possible.

The Inspectorate was monitoring him, and he already had a faint feeling.

It doesn't matter, the worse one's situation is, the more grief it can cause inside... Self-sorrow.

It doesn't matter, everything is an accident.

It doesn't matter, it'll 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 quickly.

Well, it's even more ugly to lose weight. The loose skin that stretches across is like wallpaper sticking to the wall, bulging.

"You, what have you done to me?" Lu Damu's wife exclaimed, looking at her fat hand, only a piece of skin was left in the end.

Lu Damu didn't answer any questions.

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

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

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

Confused in life, even more confused in death.

It's really sad.

He thought about it this way, in the hexagonal ceremony, those silks suddenly spread out, and strands of silk, like rejuvenation, shrouded his wife.

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

The cute silkworm baby has to be burnt to death before it can finally become beautiful silk and wear it on people.

Now, just reverse the process.

In front of people, silkworms are used resources.

In the face of higher beings, people are only 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 and did not do anything.

Ci does not command the army.

This is a protracted battle.

Many, many people are destined to die on the battlefield.

Now it's just a prelude.

As the Mysterious Seed had predicted earlier, the drama is entering a period of intense drama.

I don't know how long ago, that cocoon seemed to have matured.

"Bang", it exploded.

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

Wen Rensheng activated the Spiritual Control Technique.

He wants 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 slowly stepped back, and the silk thread became longer and longer.

Wen Rensheng heard a "hissing" sound in his ear, as if something was crawling out along a silk thread.

He was shocked, the puppet had been waiting near the study for a long time.

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

What is action?

It is to discharge the greatest power into it 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. I don't know whether it is effective or not, but it is more reliable than other suggestions.

Wen Rensheng passed through the puppet and instantly put his alien power into the study.

A purple mist surged in.

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

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

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

The next moment, Wen Rensheng felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and immediately woke up.

His puppet man exploded...

He looked down at the phone, which also had surveillance footage.

The video was pitch black.

Moving to the distance, the scene appeared.

The study room of Lu Damu's villa has been blasted into a piece of white ground.

A large white cocoon reappeared in the white ground.

It just stayed that way.

It's like laughing at the useless resistance of human beings.

It's like he doesn't care about anything.

Is it useless?

Wen Rensheng frowned deeply, not caring that his appearance would be damaged.

The phone rang at an untimely time.

Inspector Liu's phone number.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, it's just a loss of several hundred million."

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

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

"Yes, I originally planned to let the masters go to www.wuxiamtl.com~ but there were not enough manpower, so we recruited experts. Unexpectedly, I still underestimated the opponent." Inspector Liu sighed.

Halfway through the attack, it also caused such losses.

If confronted head-on, you can imagine.

Wen Rensheng exhaled a long breath. Damn, it's still not strong enough.

He is indeed far superior to his peers, and far superior to the aliens of the same rank, but now what he has to face is a mysterious catastrophe with an unknown background.

Time, it takes time.

His mystery still needs to be greatly improved.

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

An irresistible danger is coming.

The prophecy was accurate. Even players like him were hit hard, not to mention those ordinary aliens?

In the face of those disasters, only 1,800 people have the strength to resist.

Others don't even have the qualifications to escape.

Wen Rensheng thought about it this way, and through the phone again, he looked at the white cocoon standing quietly.

"It should be in a hatching state. Let's block the neighborhood first."

he instructed, then hung up the phone.

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