Ten minutes ago.

At that moment, the exhausted fat man was trembling all over again.

At that moment, the fat man thought of a peaceful and quiet eulogy.

"What are you thinking about? It's me, Zuodao."

The little paper portrait controlled by Zuo Dao saw the fat man's mental activities and said in a good mood.

He had already thought about what he said: a fat immortal was 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. He reached behind his 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 4s still fighting in the sky, there are no other assistants in this area who can fight.

"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, and 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 hatred and new hatred surged into his heart, and he grew evil:

"Then you have to fucking do it——!"

The fat man's eyes flashed as he asked furtively:

"So bro, what is this?"

...

Hung Kee 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 uncomfortable and wanted 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 any signs of 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 a minute...to add to the 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 marks in his mind had cracks under the continuous stimulation of the overclocked 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, and now he is not far away from the moment when he will die.

Li Jia felt a little bitter in his heart. It seemed that since he defected from the General Affairs Bureau, his destiny has been labeled as "back". First, he met a mysterious and terrifying figure. After a brief confrontation, he took control of him. The other person 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.

Due to both physical and mental weakness, Li Jia began to get distracted uncontrollably.

The dark shadow figure that 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 is already a paper tiger, so in just an instant, it has arrived at Li Jia

in front of me.

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, in a 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 to becoming obvious again. It seemed 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.

"Playing with fate is never that simple, especially this kind of "death calamity". However, the backlash of fate is sometimes very interesting. It will directly impact the "person involved". If the person dies and his strength is still there, it will harm his descendants.

"But as long as a person is not dead, he will continue to be entangled until his power is exhausted. The magic of trickery 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 number two.

"However, the one who controls the little paper man is my paper spirit, so I became the third in line. Even though the paper spirit is small, it is still "fate". Therefore, Li Jia's death will not matter even if the second in line is...

If the paper spirit really can't stand it, then 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 support himself to stand, could only watch as the shadow man was about to end his life.

At this time.

The 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 will die——!"

As he said that, the fat man stood in the distance and shook his hands suddenly.

"Ritual Overclocking·Hidden Void Turns into Reality"

I saw the space around the black shadow person distorting for a while. The next moment, it was teleported to a place not far away. In this moment of space transfer, the black image 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. At this time, one of his arms seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and then there were several clicks, from the knuckles to the wrists, from the elbow joints to the shoulders.

All the joints were broken.

The fat man was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat. This was still a slight overclocking. He only transferred the black shadow to a nearby place. If he continued to use it or teleported to a farther place, he would be able to lift a twist-shaped corpse at the end of the ceremony.

.

Seeing that he had moved to the right place, the fat man roared angrily:
Chapter completed!