"Is it safe here?" asked Zhang San as he sat down at a famous teahouse in Dongzhou City.

"Safe? It's safe everywhere now. Zhao Cong slowly sat down on the opposite side, "It's just opened now, and there are few people." The waiter is sensible and will not come to disturb. ”

"You know I didn't mean that. Zhang San looked at Zhao Cong seriously.

Why is this person who originally proposed to be an undercover agent so calm now?

"There are a lot of things to be busy with in the system, and I have passed the tests of the system, plus this meeting, the system is recognized, do you think there are still problems?" Zhao Cong took out a comb and took care of his hair.

Zhang San was right after thinking about it, the topic they originally didn't dare to mention secretly was now known to the whole world, and the so-called secret was just about how the two of them acted undercover.

Zhang San opened the five fingers of his left hand and combed his bangs.

The waiter put down the osmanthus green tea and gently closed the door. The room was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. Zhang San immediately thought of the osmanthus grove on the university campus, and couldn't help but take a hard breath.

The moist fragrance of osmanthus made Zhang San feel the peace that he had not seen for a long time.

The scene of strolling around the campus with Lin Ting flashed in front of her eyes, and the little girl tiptoed to the fine osmanthus flowers, greedily smelling the fragrance of the flowers, and her heart suddenly turned tender. Zhang San told himself that something was going on here, and he rushed to Haicheng......

"How's it going outside?" asked Zhao Cong as he put down his comb.

Zhang San pulled back his thoughts and told all the things in several places, including the two positions of his three-state sword seal. Only the things related to cloves have been picked up to explain.

He is now a little worried that if the system is opposed to the middle-aged man in white one day, will he use cloves as a threat.

"Your judgment, the Black Spider, the Shadow Man, the Star Shield Mecha, the invasion of the animal civilization, the cursed remnant people...... Are these from different places, or are they from the same place?" Zhao Cong's question happened to be what Zhang San was considering.

"The preliminary judgment comes from different civilizations. Zhang San replied truthfully.

"From the perspective of the performance of the system, it also comes from different civilizations. These days, the system's instructions change frequently, and it seems that the strategy is being adjusted, and it may also be suspicious. Zhao Cong began to tell what he knew.

The material of the broken saber is the same as the material of the black spider on the roof of the world. Therefore, the next group of Star Warriors can be recruited and the broken saber can be issued.

Shadow people seem to have gone off the rails of technology, and the system is easier to deal with. Listening to the tone of the system's introduction, he was dismissive of this civilization.

"What do you say?" Zhang San asked curiously, these shadow people were something he couldn't solve.

"I heard that this is an alternative exploration of the study of longevity. Civilization has developed to a certain extent, and everyone is pursuing immortality. The shadow man uses the longevity of brain waves as the standard, which is too evil. Because of the need to constantly replenish the brainwave energy of others, this development direction will definitely not last long. ”

"I see, it's a vicious method. ”

"Yes. This kind of civilization, killing each other in order to survive, is on the verge of extinction. So they invaded low-level planets everywhere, and all human civilizations hated them. If it weren't for the existence of a few masters, the inheritance would have been extinct. ”

"Master, what kind of master actually makes other second-class high-level civilizations jealous?" Zhang San was even more curious. There is also a worry, will those masters kill the earth?

"It is said that the whole body of these masters is composed of brainwave energy, and the conversion of matter and energy is extremely fast, and they come and go freely. Good at attacking the mind.,It's very difficult to deal with.。 They are easy to recognize: one white, one black. The shadow people in the unlit street are all in the elementary stage, and they are colored ......"

Zhao Cong was still explaining, and Zhang San's hairs stood on end in shock.

He once asked the color of the shadow man who stole the heavenly song, and at that time he suspected that the middle-aged man in white was purely a conjecture of rushing to the doctor in a hurry. Unexpectedly, I actually heard the related news.

Could it be that the middle-aged man in white is a master among the shadow people?

Possibly, the power is beyond the anthropomorphic form, and the system cannot track him, controlling Lilac with brain waves......

But why didn't the system figure it out? Or did it deliberately conceal it?

Also, why is he so similar to other adults? Lilac has the same instinct.

If it is another adult, it will never be a shadow person, the Xanadu has developed normally, and there are not so many human brainwaves for other adults to grow into shadow masters.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Cong discovered Zhang San's abnormality.

"When we arrived today, we saw a middle-aged ......man in white at the foot of the hillside outside the headquarters," General Zhang said suspiciously.

"Oh, this guy, no, because he never devours other people's brainwaves. And those masters, need to be replenished regularly. Zhao Cong's answer reassured Zhang San a little.

But what if the mentioned regular supplement is replenished once every 100 years? There must be a big war on the earth almost every 100 years, and the brainwave energy of a large number of dead people is enough for the shadow man master to replenish.

Zhao Cong took a sip of the teacup, enjoyed the satisfaction that the moisture could not cover the lenses, and continued:

"The system doesn't care too much about the Star Shield mecha. I specifically asked the system, how to deal with such a powerful combat weapon? The system replied lightly, advanced civilizations rarely use this kind of mecha to fight, and the efficiency is too low. ”

Zhang San didn't know how to answer, but the performance of Guan Bayi and the others, seeing the mecha was like getting food, it was estimated that in their eyes, it was only the level of the middle stage of the second-class civilization.

"Animal civilizations don't have to worry either, because they prefer planets that are purely animal. If we were in the age of dinosaurs, they would be desperate to ......" Zhao Cong went on to explain what he knew, and some of the questions he asked the system were exactly what Zhang San cared about.

"Curse the remnants, I disagree, a little worried that the system is playing tricks. When Zhao Cong said this, he lowered his voice, and raised the teacup to cover his mouth,

"Because of the appearance of the cursed remnants, the human race must be completed within a year. Under this pressure, under the rendering of public opinion, the idea of human beings going out has become unified. I looked at the votes of netizens, and the number of participants reached more than 5 billion, almost all of them except for those who could not use the Internet. ”

"What if the curse of the remnants is certain?" Zhang San knew that this news was the most true, because people had sent him an invitation, and they didn't even know about Guan Bayi.

"Why?"

"I received an invitation," Zhang San added...... and then said, "But the location has been locked by me, at least the earth is safe." ”

"Really?"

"Sure. ”

"That's it. According to the analysis of the system, the location of the extinct crater has been displaced, but if they want to come, they can still find the extinct crater, because the traces there are still there. It will take a year for the traces to dissipate. Zhao Cong said this, and put down the teacup heavily.

"I'll go again, erase the traces......" Zhang San said halfway, and suddenly remembered that the black shadow on the tip of the gun had been compressed into the barrel of the gun. Without the help of this small shadow of space-time, could other one-dimensional universes be found?