I remember that year, Columbus discovered the New World.

I remember that year, the Europeans, who professed themselves to be civilized, plundered the indigenous people of everything, life, property, and dignity, and have never returned them to their descendants to this day.

Thousands of tall buildings are built on blood and soil.

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A dilapidated palace, carved and carved painting pavilion has been removed from the roof, and black smoke lingers in it, which is not an auspicious omen at first glance.

It's just that there are no corpses everywhere in such an obviously ruined scene, only a drop of blood seeping into the cracks of the floor tiles, outlining a map of an unknown continent.

An old man gasped, holding a spear in one hand, and the head of the spear was very vulgarly tied with a wisp of red, I don't know if it was tied to the red face of the owner of the gun.

It was as red as silk, but it was not silky, as if it was flowing down from the red tassels on this gun.

It flowed through the old man's crumbling body, and then into the earthly territory, slowly infiltrating it even larger.

"You're the most cheesy of all I've ever met, so I was the first to come to you. ”

Shi Shiran, the initiator of all this, stood in the air, with a wisp of black smoke in his hand, like a green snake spitting out letters.

He was dressed in a shabby robe, and there were wounds on the robe that should have been torn but not repaired, and the fluffy cracks should have an old story.

This dress, don't think about it, only Mo Ye's cheap master would be so disregardant of his image, but he doesn't know why he washed this place in blood.

"The power of the First Realm has been exhausted, hehe, old ghost! You have opened up your killing ring this time!" The old man with the gun was hard, and his words were neither humble nor arrogant, but he was a little weak.

"Cut. "It doesn't matter what the lonely lantern Dao people do, "Blood sacrifice to the common people, after so many years, you have no future." ”

After speaking, with a flick of his finger, the condensed black smoke suddenly shot out like a green dragon coming out of a hole, but the speed was very slow, like a cat playing mouse towards the old man's forehead, and it also turned a few times in a fancy way.

"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!!"

The old man exerted his last strength and shouted, and then, visibly, his exposed skin began to shrink severely, and even some of it peeled off from excessive dehydration, revealing the flesh underneath.

Oh, that's not clear, because there's no blood under his skin, and even the flesh is jerky.

I have heard that the blood cultivators in the Western monks can squeeze out the blood of their whole body in exchange for strength, could it be that this old man is the blood cultivator of the West?

"Let's go and be a ghost first. "Mo Xie's cheap master is nonsensical, I think it is a bad habit that he contracted when he was a stand-in and extra.

The black smoke seemed to be really what he was thinking, and disappeared in an instant on the way.

The next moment, it ran through the old man's head.

"I'll 'visit' you one by one, and you won't be too lonely down there. ”

The black smoke returned to the side of the lonely lantern Taoist, and slowly condensed into a human form, but he didn't dare to answer the words of the Taoist.

On the blood-red map, a spear stood alone, and the red tassel on the tip of the spear hung low, as if silent for its owner.

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It was already the next day when Mo Xie woke up, and the moment he left Abyss Meditation, he almost thought he was going to die—he couldn't breathe, and he struggled hard but couldn't even lift a finger.

However, this pain only lasted for two minutes, and then Mo Xie was relieved.

A lot of pain is like this, after you get through it, you will always forget how you were relieved at that time, and only remember the feeling of the moment......

The air has never been so fresh, as if a fresh breeze is blowing, taking the heat away from your sweat.

Then he went black and fell unconscious.

Until this morning, the landlord came knocking on the door.

"Bastard! Your phone is ringing, are you drinking too much?!"

The landlord is laughing and scolding, it seems that he is not here to ask the teacher, after all, most of his tenants go out day and night, and Mo Ye's mobile phone ringing in his room has no effect on them.

In fact, Mo Ye was mistaken by the landlord for "drunk" and then got a delicate little gift - a decanting dessert, something that looks like it is made of chocolate and nuts, and the shape of a small cake is claimed to be effective, and you deserve it.

But Mo Xie didn't dare to eat this thing - the only thing he had in his influence was the decanting soup, which was supposed to be a mixture of chili peppers and vinegar, and the little pastry in front of him was hard to guarantee that it was not a concentrated and fortified version.

He wouldn't accept any food from the outside world until his mental strength was restored, so he declined the landlord's request to take him out for tea, pretending to eat the pastry (which was actually transferred to the necklace space), and then closed the door on the way back to the phone.

The landlord looked innocent, muttering that young people don't know how to take care of their bodies, and then left.

"My head is still very dizzy...... Mo Ye sat on the **, there was a human-shaped watermark there, it should be the sweat on his body, and he couldn't dry it after a day of taking the cards.

"This has a connotation. Looking at this mess, Mo Ye didn't know what to say for a while, but he couldn't help but take out the "Abyss Meditation" again.

At this time, his mental power has only recovered to the extent of less than a hundred points, and he is really at a low point, and he must not be able to read this book anymore, but he doesn't know what he wants to do when he takes it out at this time.

"The Holy Scripture, others are full of blood after meditating, why is it that when I come back from meditation, I am empty blood and blue?" Mo Xie can't explain this imbalance, is it racism?

"Abyss Meditation is great value for money, it will not be returned or exchanged when you leave the cabinet, if you want to explain, please pay an additional hundred points. "The Holy Canon is very postmodernist, and the essence of profiteers is constant at all times.

"...... "Now Mo Ye is poor and white, and all the points are spent on "Abyss Meditation", let alone a hundred points, even fifty points he can't take out.

So he is embarrassed now, and he can only wait for his mental strength to recover completely before analyzing the specific problems.

Mo Ye has always been laissez-faire about the recovery of spiritual power, of course, this is a nice way to say, and the ugly thing is that there is nothing to be done.

Turning out the mobile phone in the pocket of his coat on the ground, it vibrated and had no power, but Mo Ye didn't have to look at it to guess who called.

"...... so fast," Mo Ye secretly screamed in his heart, and now he was in a state of being a guy with insufficient mental power and physical strength, and he couldn't help Logan at all.

If he fights back at this time, it is difficult to ensure that he will not be targeted by Stryker, and then carry out the assassination.

Mo Xie estimated that it would take another day for him to return to his normal state, so it was better for his phone to remain out of battery......