The top group spot was harder to find than Qianye imagined.

The man in the jacket obviously knows him, there is no doubt about it.

Moreover, the other party may know about the seed plan for him, otherwise he would not be so surprised when he sees himself...

Development through previous events.

Qianye speculated that the Top Collective should have many strongholds. The Jacket Man had been in the stronghold before, so after Ling passed the message, the other party would arrive so quickly, which is completely different from the time it takes to return to the Top Collective now...

..

An overnight drive.

Now we have left the province.

The jeep finally drove to a stop outside a suburb. The man in the jacket sat in the driver's seat and was no longer as cramped as before. As if with the confidence given to him by the collective, he turned around and said:

[Currently used, it is the most complete and best-used app for listening to books. It integrates 4 major speech synthesis engines, over 100 tone colors, and supports offline reading.

It can illuminate part of the surrounding scene and provide vision assistance...

The mirror, which was not stained by any stains, reflected what should have been me.

The seven sense organs are not much different from before, but the complexion looks very ordinary. The slightly peeling lips, the pale skin, and the eyes that are not sunken into the sockets, look like they are seriously ill...

[Observation time: 424, 5, 23]

The field of vision affected by the white mist was only one or two points. Except for the jacket girl and Lingli walking behind, Dai Li really had a way to see other things.

The Ding Shang collective had done such a big thing to him, and he was even locked in that world for a while. Qianye felt that Jacket Girl had no reason to do anything to him.

There are also a lot of bright rooms.

"Newcomer?"

A few small characters are clearly engraved.

The shop owner stuck his head out and shouted to the eight people sitting outside the shop.

Dai Lid sat up from the bed silently, looking at the surrounding scene without feeling much interest.

Except for the single bed.

The store was not a special prefabricated house, and I knew why the boss was so crazy that he would even think of opening the store in that location.

I recalled the doubts that the shop owner had when he first came out, as well as the newcomer's question, and I guessed that the shop owner must be complicated, and maybe he was also a person who dominated the group.

There was only a dark brown wooden table with no cracks.

Supernatural thought something when he saw this, so I followed the two of them silently, because I was worried that it was the jacket girl who was putting the jacket on me.

It has taken a few months for me to gradually adapt to my current life...

It's a strong dry smell that I smell strangely.

Only eight people knew that Park Yun Jinyong had no talent.

Only the supernatural finally realized what "Heaven" is.

There is also a complicated identity tag hanging on the left side of my chest...

Just give it to me hard...

Any idiot can tell that there may be no business...

Following the smell, I searched upwards and found that the small iron bucket for boiling water was actually the source of the curse, and its related abilities were still being used.

It's just that all the windows outside the room are boarded up, which makes it a little different from the evening. You have to turn on the lights to see the small scene.

"Boss, eight bowls of wonton stew."

Outside the empty room.

The cramped house came into view, with an area of ​​more than ten square meters, divided into bedrooms and bathrooms...

"What if a guest does come, and the other person just wants to eat a bowl of wonton stew, but turns out Daxin sends a code..."

The shop owner didn't look suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to the front kitchen to make wonton stew.

Walking into the bathroom, he picked up a handful of water and splashed it under his face. He wiped it casually with his sleeve. He raised his head and looked at the mirror hanging on the wall.

Only then did I know the real reason why I was arrested...

It is divided into small and large bowls.

And it's just boiling water, why is it like the heaven, with smoke everywhere?

As the scene around me unfolded, I could clearly see where I was now.

Although she knew how those guys were assembled, Dai Lid could still feel that her voice talent seemed to be getting stronger over time. The eight people were silent and had something to say.

Supernatural is feeling weird.

the other side.

The seven sense organs are not much different from before, but the face looks very wonderful. The slightly peeling lips, white skin, and eyes that are not sunken into the sockets, look like they are seriously ill...

In reality, Park Yunjin basically spends his life there.

[Name: Park Yunjin]

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

In fact it was daytime.

The small print contains information such as name, job, age, etc.

[Research object: No. 00023]

The white mist quickly dissipated from Lingyi's side, and the vision behind his eyes gradually became cloudy and clear, and this comfortable hazy feeling gradually disappeared.

On the left side of my chest, there is also a simple identity tag hanging...

The small print contains information such as name, job, age, etc.

"It would have been too hasty if the code was to have a bowl of wonton stew or something."

There are hot and spicy.

[Status: Mental abnormality, physical abnormality, good habits and bad habits. 】

I was locked up in that cramped and spacious room every day, and An Jie would regularly bring me a well-known medicinal soup for me to drink.

【Age:21】

After all, I never thought that I had provoked anyone, and I also thought that I had never offended anyone.

It's An Zhi.

In fact it was daytime.

The cramped house came into view, with an area of ​​more than ten square meters, divided into bedrooms and bathrooms...

Ling and I stood up and walked towards the smoke-filled front kitchen.

There are also a lot of bright rooms.

I, An Zhi, am still a ghost who has not yet passed away...

I never thought about using my weird powers to disperse the fog. After all, I was walking so vigorously that it always felt like I was going to miss the mark in the last second.

This water vapor...

The mirror, which was not stained by any stains, reflected what should have been me.

The store owner didn't take it well.

Judging from the cursed aura of the iron barrel, I thought it could trap me.

It's just that all the windows outside the room are boarded up, which makes it a little different from the evening. You have to turn on the lights to see the small scene.

There are a few obvious small words under the menu: Won Stew, ten yuan a bowl...

First noticed.

It has taken a few months for me to gradually adapt to my current life...

...

Pu Yunjin simply wanted to kill An Zhi.

Supernatural thoughts outside my mind.

Since there was nothing to talk about while waiting, I simply took out two tachyons from the tachyon tube, held them between my fingers and started playing like a pen...

Definitely we want to come back soon.

Before coming out of the invitation meeting.

At this time, a group of weird people broke into my house and took me under control without warning. They also put handcuffs and anklets on me and blindfolded me and escorted me to that hellish place.

Ling is very curious about supernatural identities.

She is a vicissitudes of life woman dressed luxuriously.
To be continued...