During the day, Ling Qi wandered around the apartment, feeling that there were too few people, none of them were full, and there were few "representative" figures, Gao Fuyuan or Gao Qiang, so he issued some public tasks and asked the residents to take the initiative to recruit people outside!

Eight of the ten people have dark psychology, and the other two are not born bright, but are influenced by their inherent education, struggling between light and darkness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ling Qi's order caused a backlash, but it was far less serious than yesterday's killing.

Except for Li Yin and a few others, they were very excited and scolded Ling Qi for being mad. Most of the others, when they learned about it, remained silent. The Mingwang disciples are even more actively involved, as if they are doing something sacred.

There are some things that really can't be said, and if you say them, you are narrow-minded and perverted, but most people will think more or less like that.

Why should you be happy and comfortable when I suffer here, and laugh at the suffering in the mire haha?

Why do I want to see hell at every turn, you keep saying that you don't believe in evil all day long, and you still despise superstition from above?

Are you happy? You don't believe in evil? Come on!

Even if Ling Qi didn't propose it, every time he "recruited" three new residents, he could exchange it for a "magic removal weapon". I believe that his requirements are "great and popular"!

As for Ling Qi, there are more important things to do, but he won't really go to the street to kidnap people casually.

The probability that ordinary residents can recruit excellent talents is too low, so many things have to be done by Ling Qi himself...

In the afternoon, Zhu Jia followed the film crew to an old community to be demolished for an interview.

In fact, she didn't want to take this job, not because she was dirty and tired, but because the scale of this interview show was too small and not worth mentioning at all.

She is about to be transferred to CCTV recently, and is preparing to record a large-scale program about the life of overseas Chinese.

Zhu Jiaren is beautiful and kind-hearted, although some bureaucratic ladies have a temper, but her popularity in the TV station is quite good, and she has the support of her family, her career is thriving, and she is famous at a young age.

Of course, she has real skills, not just relying on her family background, otherwise she would not be qualified to go to CCTV. After all, there, everyone has a backdrop and a backstage, and she, a young lady from an official family, is really not enough to see.

Zhu Jia is the host, often "leading by example", and he is very dedicated, so he will be favored by the people above.

At this time, as soon as she got out of the van, she immediately pulled an old man and began to interview.

The photographer yawned and lazily chased after him.

Following a big beauty every day who can only be seen but not touched is actually a kind of torture for a long time.

Suddenly, the photographer wiped his eyes and jerked to the side.

When the camera was shaking, he seemed to see a black shadow on the wall of an old building on the side!

When he stared, he saw that it was a dark mottled wall, perhaps because it had been built for too long, and the wall skin was beginning to peel off.

The young photographer breathed a sigh of relief, however, before he could recover his senses, he heard a scream from ahead.

He turned his head and saw a rapidly flashing black shadow disappearing into the depths of the community.

As for the place, only a microphone on the ground remained, as well as a few pools of blood, and a few fallen corpses!

There was a scream in the photographer's ear, a certain girl passing by, frightened by this scene...

Back in the apartment, Ling Qi directly threw the unconscious Zhu Jia on the bed.

Then before she could wake up in pain, she left the room.

Time will make her accept reality, and induce the power of fate in her to interfere in this place that may not have intersected with her!

Outside room 502, Ling Qilu pondered.

When he hijacked the hostess just now, the uncontrollable killing intent in his heart made him feel a little vigilant.

He didn't shy away from killing, but he was never an overkill.

When people are calm, will they deliberately trample a few ants on the side of the road?

No!

"The heart of the Yaksha?"

Ling Qi pondered, considered the pros and cons, and quickly decided to put aside this hidden worry for the time being.

As long as the self remains the same, the soul is clear. Once you leave this world and abandon this body, it doesn't matter what the negative effects of the Yaksha King's Dharma are bringing.

As for now, the heart of the yaksha is not the heart of Shura after all, vicious and cruel, but not as crazy as Shura. He is confident, and he can still suppress it.

There are five days left before the start of the mission, and one day before the first "experimental mission", and there are already more than three hundred residents in the apartment.

The apartment is not as full as imagined, the original ten-story apartment has risen to 33 floors, and there is even a trend and room for growth!

This frightened some of the residents, because when they left the area, they could no longer see the 10-story apartment in the ruins, which was nothing as shown on the map!

Some smart people finally realized something...

Ling Qi finally paid the price for his actions!

His unscrupulous "solicitation" did not attract punishment from the apartment or interference from the outside world, even if a few police officers tracked down here based on frequent cases, they would only become a member of the residents in the end. Even any personnel related to the apartment, the impact will be pressed to a very small range of turmoil in the outside world for no reason!

But...

"Whew!"

"Porphyry!"

After the number of floors increased, it expanded to a thirty-meter diameter rotunda, and Ling Qi instantly retreated, and there was still a cut on his chest.

The dark red blood with a hint of green stopped flowing as soon as it appeared.

"Good sword! good swordsmanship!"

"Who are you?"

Ling Qi finally looked squarely at the long-haired young man in white casual clothes, before that, all his attention was focused on the other swordsman.

He'd seen that swordsman, the black suit matched his temperament, but he shouldn't have been here at all!

He had a lot to ask the other person, but he knew it wasn't the right time!

They are friends and foes!

If in the previous plane, it is up to him whether he is friend or foe, and whether he wants to answer his question or not, the other party will not be able to call the shots. At that time, there was a big gap between the strength of the swordsman and him.

But in this world, their strength has been suppressed to the limit of a world's accommodation.

Unless he is willing to fight hard, he is not sure that he will be able to suppress this swordsman within the rules of the chessboard.

The most important thing is the strength of the opponent, which is destined to be a better chess piece than anyone else.

Such a chess piece should not be destroyed in your own hands.

"Simon blows snow!"

The swordsman sheathed his sword.

A sword is just a proof of being ignored.

He can feel that if he continues to fight, he will not have much chance of winning.

Simon blows snow and blows other people's blood, not his own, so he is not a fool.

Besides, this place...

Ximen Fuxue twisted his neck uncomfortably, looking very helpless.

"Prince Simon, don't be polite with this devil. He kills people without blinking, and he has robbed us of our props, we must let him pay for his life, and we must hand over all the props first!"

There was a woman who screamed at Ximen Blowing Snow, Ling Qi knew her, and she was very close to Li Yin, and her name was unknown.

This person doesn't know whether he really believes that Simon Blowing Snow is Simon Blowing Snow, or thinks that he is a cosplay-addicted neurotic.

In short, she knew that this man who called himself Simon Blowing Snow was very strong, and this had been proven, so her attitude was very arrogant!

If it weren't for Meng Qi, a swordsman friend who was obviously inclined to the good camp, I was afraid that Ximen Fuxue would reward her with a sword first!

This kind of thing, different worlds, will have completely different views.

Some planes are brave to kill, and those who dare not kill are cowards, and they are not qualified to survive.

Some planes have to shoot to kill people, and if they don't kill, they are good citizens.

The funny thing is that people who wield great power often have nothing to do with good people, and there are few exceptions.

Sticking to justice is like Meng Qi, I don't know how many people I have killed.

Killing people is not terrible, but it depends on why, how, and who they kill.

Ximen doesn't care about these points, but Meng Qi does.

After Meng Qi was tricked into the apartment by a certain resident, he had already cursed the Six Paths a hundred times!

This is the gates of hell, and the mission is to play games with ghosts?

With such an awareness, Meng Qi didn't think about doing justice immediately, at least not for the time being!

The powerful guy on the other side, although the means are more cruel, but at most he can indiscriminately kill innocents, and he can't be called extremely vicious.

Meng Qi is not a person who does not know how to judge the situation, that kind of person, he doesn't like and can't make friends.

But unless he has a seventy percent win, or has some cause and effect with himself, or kills innocents indiscriminately in front of him, he has no reason to make a move and fight to the death!

"This friend, you should... It's not a local either. ”

Meng Qi made a tentative sentence first, a pun.

Seeing that Ling Qi was staring closely at the long sword in Ximen Blowing Xue's hand without saying anything, he frowned and said:

"I don't want to care about you and other people's holidays. ”

"However, there are a few points I would like to state. ”

"First of all, you have to return to us what belongs to the two of us, which is what kind of 'prop'. ”

"In addition, I don't like it very much, others pretend to be uncles in front of me. ”

Meng Qi carried the knife on his shoulder and said lazily.

Ling Qi's gaze turned to him, and his eyes turned scarlet!

Just when the alarm bell rang in Meng Qi's heart-

Roar!

A low roar came from behind Ling Qi, and then a three-headed and six-armed monster phantom suddenly pounced on Meng Qi!

Meng Qi's eyes were cold, and with a bang, the knife was unsheathed!

The sword light turned into four, four into eight, and eight into thousands, splitting the phantom into pieces in an instant!

But even so, Meng Qi was still slammed several meters away by a majestic force, and he looked very embarrassed when he landed, which was in stark contrast to Fang Cai's laziness!

"You!"

Meng Qi was furious.

Ling Qi laughed, took a bag from the hand of the attendant on the side, and threw it over.

"These are 'primitive props', ten in all, everything. ”

"Don't bother me again, otherwise, I don't know if you will die or not, if you really fight, everyone else will die." ”

It was not a threat, but a big truth that was more honest than the truth, which made Meng Qi's face darken when he heard it.

Watching Ling Qi walk towards the security door with a group of lackeys like a victor, Meng Qi clutched the black plastic bag and muttered to himself:

"It's a great dismount..."

Then, he looked down at the various evil magic weapons in his eyes, and instinctively disliked it.

"Primitive props?"

Meng Qi was puzzled.

He didn't think that the other party specifically mentioned this word and had no other intentions.