Coerced by a group of desires, Poplar didn't panic too much, and calmly checked his current state.

There is about one-tenth of the original magic power left, and more than half of the mental power is consumed, and the [Beautiful Girl Transformation (Physical)] can probably last for five or six minutes, and the mental state is good, and there are no injuries serious enough to affect normal movement.

"Whew, the situation is not bad, and the strength of the first battle is basically retained. He had a little bit of a bottom in his mind.

The speed of the desire to move forward is not slow, and soon the poplar tree arrived at a position of more than ten meters near the border prison, the sphere that is not too big in the distance, now really meets his eyes, the radius is about three meters, suspended in the air, the position of the ground meters, it seems that it is still rotating, but the speed is extremely slow, and the poplar is not sure.

Under the illumination of the ruby red light, the inside of the sphere was still pitch black, and the world in his eyes felt as if it had collapsed.

To his right, about ten meters away, a man fell face down to the ground, and the path of blood stretched all the way to his body, and a pool of dried blood spread out under him, covering a large area of the ground.

There is no doubt that this person is Mo Qiushui.

Yang Shu stretched out a primordial magic power and sensed Mo Qiushui's body functions, his chest and abdomen had a wide range of lacerations, judging from the wounds, it should have been done by a werewolf, and the skull was still a little dented, it should have been hit by a heavy object, and it was not surprising that he was attacked by a bear man. It can be said that if Mo Qiushui's injuries were left on ordinary people's bodies, he would not even have to go to the emergency room, and would be sent directly to the crematorium, but fortunately, with the vitality and physical fitness brought by the cultivation of supernatural energy, he survived, and his breathing and heartbeat were still there, but they were extremely weak.

"Huh, Mo Qiushui is still alive, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, and then it's time to think about how I can get out······" As he pondered, the format weapons that had been mounted on him were released.

"Well, what's going on?" he was surprised.

After the desires let go of him, his body began to slowly squirm, vaporize, and coalesce together, turning into a black mist like water vapor, floating around the poplar tree.

Curiously, he reached out to touch the black mist, but he couldn't touch it, and the air flow brought out by his hand directly blew the mist away.

The last one to turn into mist was the arm that turned into a sharp blade around the poplar's neck, giving him the most threatening look.

Before it turned into black mist, the killing intent in its body faded, and its expression was neither indifferent nor hideous, but calm with a sense of relief and worry.

After it vaporized and vanished, a badge fell to the ground, and Poplar leaned over to pick it up.

The shield-shaped badge has a "V" on it, and a horizontal cross in the middle, white inside and black outside, which is a status symbol for the federation officers.

The fog around him condensed, merging into a stream and burrowing into the back of his head.

As soon as he held the badge in his hand, he felt a strong feeling of dizziness coming from the back of his head, and the next second, he fainted, leaning forward and falling to the ground.

However, the badge and ruby were firmly held in the palm of his hand.

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In his soul space, a lot of black mist appeared out of thin air, and the Book of Souls, the dodecahedron symbolizing the ability level, and the red pool below the ability position all began to tremble, resisting the erosion of the black mist.

"Huh?" a deep and powerful male voice suddenly appeared in his soul space, with a little surprise.

Countless memories, sights, sounds, and colors, wrapped in chaotic emotions and desires, all poured into Yang Shu's brain.

He is a middle-aged doctor who has no ambition, works hard, has no hope of promotion, and cannot be evaluated for his title, and he is still a little powerless when he reaches middle age, he is disgusted by his wife every day, his career and family are in a mess, and his body is getting richer and thinner, and his hair is becoming thinner.

Every time he passed by the public toilet on the way to work, he would walk in, even if he didn't want to go to the toilet, he would walk in, close the door of the cubicle, and be isolated from the world, without the complaints and doubts of patients, the nagging and complaining of his wife, the arrogant instructions of the leaders, and the wanton ridicule of colleagues.

At least in this narrow compartment, he is himself, Xu Yongjin, a young medical student who once dreamed of the benevolence of doctors and the rejuvenation of his wonderful hands, and now he is a middle-aged greasy uncle who has to get by and does not seek progress.

He squatted in the toilet, lit a cigarette, and took a hard puff, the smoke being inhaled into his lungs and walking around, and then slowly drifting out of his mouth and nose.

"Uh-huh······" There was also a strange voice he made in the compartment due to exertion, "Hey, it's really useless to be old, it's been constipated for three days." ”

His words were full of despair.

The cigarette burned slowly, and a small pile of ash piled up in front of him, this was already the third cigarette, but still no results were achieved.

"Forget it, forget it, if you squat again, you'll be late for work. He muttered, wiped it, lifted his pants, and pushed the door open to the sound of the toilet flushing.

The world outside the door, shabby, deep, and corrupt, he dared to step out of the compartment, and looked to the left and right, and there was endless darkness and ever-expanding compartments.

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He is just an ordinary decoration worker, in order to provide for the children to study, the family wasted a few acres of unprofitable land, followed an old watch from the same village to this big city, has a lot of strength, as a small worker for a few years, and now he is a master.

However, the old ladies in the family play mahjong all day long, and they still shout that the money is not enough, and they are not safe to take care of the children, and the children's grades are getting worse day by day.

Several elderly people are also not in good health, and there are places to spend money everywhere, and the family is counting on the money they earn from working to live, and they haven't been home for two years.

He got off work, walked down the street, looked at his dirty and shabby clothes, and the glossy appearance of passers-by, and the hustle and bustle of the city, and a feeling of incompatibility came up from the depths of his heart, and he couldn't help but bow his head.

"Bah", he walked with his head down and accidentally bumped into a young woman who was looking down to play with his mobile phone, he didn't feel anything when he was strong, but the woman was knocked into a crooked body, almost fell into the green belt, and the mobile phone in his hand also fell to the ground, rolling and falling out of the distance.

"What are you doing, you don't look at the road when you walk!" After the woman stabilized her figure, she immediately scolded.

He wanted to defend himself, looked down at his paint-stained overalls, closed his mouth again, let the woman abuse, and walked to the side and handed the woman his phone.

With a "snap", the woman saw the mobile phone with a broken screen, and became angry, so she stepped forward and slapped the mobile phone to the ground.

This time, it's not just the screen that's shattering.

"You're embarrassed to give me back if you broke my phone?" the woman's voice grew louder and louder, attracting onlookers from passers-by.

What the passer-by said, he didn't hear it, he only heard a sentence: "My mobile phone is 9,000 yuan, don't think about leaving today if you don't pay for it!"

If he had been working, he would have earned 6,000 yuan a month by working early and late at night, living in a basement with a few old watches, cooking and eating by himself, and saving 4,000 yuan a month.

Nine thousand yuan means that it has been done for nothing for two months, and the family must not be completely shut down!

He panicked, apologized vigorously, and picked up the torn phone to put it back together.

His mind was groggy, his vision was blurred, and he felt that the weather in CQ City was extremely cold in October, but his body was completely wet with sweat, and he had nowhere to release his energy.

Nine thousand yuan, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he knelt down in front of the woman with a puff.

At this point, he had no chance to explain.

In the face of everyone's accusations, his brain exploded with a "boom", and it was blank.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself sitting on a bench by the side of the road, and a urge to urinate well.

He looked around and there was a public toilet not far away, and he walked in, looking at the smooth floor and his paint-stained shoes, and hesitated for a long time before entering.

In front of the urinal in the men's bathroom, there were people standing there, and he felt that those people were looking at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at an outsider.

He couldn't stand the sight and hid in the toilet cubicle.

After going to the bathroom, he sat down on the floor - he was too embarrassed to sit on the shiny toilet bowl, and then he came back to his senses.

"My money?"

He opened the door of the cubicle and walked out, the world outside the door was shabby, deep, and corrupt, and he dared to walk out of the cubicle, and looked left and right, there was endless darkness and ever-expanding cubicles.

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Not only that, Yang Shu is also a young and strong construction worker who has dropped out of school to work, and her son has lost her father, and she is alone in this corner of the city as a cleaning lady and doing some manual work to barely survive.

He felt what it was like for those who had been swallowed up by the mirage, his mind floating in a sea of broken memories, his body out of his control, he was helpless and overwhelmed.

Before the border, the fallen poplar stood up with a dull expression, he threw away the badge of the federation in his hand, stiffly reached into his pocket, and took out the key.

The power of faith, the power of primordial magic, the power of spirit, the life force, the black skull on the key is unrestrained, the corners of the mouth are upturned, and the laughter is maniac, absorbing all the power that the poplar has.

If Poplar's original will was lost in the sea of memory, then who is controlling his actions now?

The hedron on the key was filled, and the ruby was activated again, the red light getting brighter and brighter.

He went into the border prison.

"What should I do?" In the midst of the chaos, the poplar was as anxious as popping candy on his tongue.

What powers can he use now?

"Specialty grocery store!" didn't respond.

Thankfully, the ability has nothing to do with the body, only the mind and the will, and he has one last chance to use it.

Who is he going to imitate, to regain his will, to regain control of his body?

"I ······ Imitate myself!"

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