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Ying Da Pao kept running, but he didn't feel tired. The corridor under your feet is like an escalator that flies backwards automatically, and you can run effortlessly. But what are you running for so fast? Who is chasing the departed? Or is it running away from something terrible? I don't know. Just turning corners again and again, passing through corridors, and passing by vague and familiar figures one after another.

Want to stop and talk to them? No, I can only keep running, something is coming.

With a "boom", the wall next to the corridor in front of him suddenly exploded, and something crashed into his field of vision.

In an instant, Ying Da Pao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if that thing was going to take everything away from him in the next moment.

Then, he woke up. The bed under him is as steady as Mount Tai.

The wind in Liaohai City is not in season, even in summer, the early morning wind is still mixed with the chill. Just when such a little cool breeze was swishing through the streets and alleys, Yingda Paddle was already standing in a remote old community waiting for the buyer to appear.

At this time, he was wearing a red hooded jacket and carrying a bulging and somewhat old backpack in his hand, like a student who had just arrived in a foreign land, his eyes were full of curiosity, but the difference was that there was no uneasiness.

Ying Da Pao originally thought that this trade would be like a kidnapper asking for taxes on TV, changing the location of the transaction many times. Unexpectedly, I met the other party's people in the remote community that I had agreed on the phone yesterday.

Several white-collar men under the age of 30 are talking and laughing together, each of them sitting or leaning on their electric cars, their expressions natural and rich, with work cards hanging around their necks, and the words "xx real estate" are faintly visible.

And when Yingda Oar was about to pass by them, a strong hand grabbed his wrist without hurrying.

"Friend, we're here to pick up the goods. Get in the car and I'll give you money when you get there. ”

Ying Da Pao looked at the "real estate agency brothers" whose faces instantly became serious, and almost laughed out loud.

Obediently, even the outfits are so professional, the Oscars owe you an actor.

One of them raised his head in front of him, and Ying Da Pao noticed that a black sedan more than ten meters in front of him had opened the door at some point.

Don't get on the bus? These thugs in front of them who hide their muscles in white sweatshirts may not dare to do anything to themselves in broad daylight, but getting in the car is equivalent to handing over the initiative to the other party. Ying Da Pao did not hesitate, broke away from the other party's hand, turned around and left.

"You can check the balance of your bank card account, and the deposit of 500,000 yuan has been paid to you. If you leave now, you know the consequences. The voice of the little brother next to him sounded again.

Ying Da Pao raised his head and looked around, only to find that the old people who played cards and blew water in this desolate and remote community had long since disappeared.

He quickly took out his mobile phone, and in less than a minute, he checked the balance and income details of his card through mobile banking, threw the mobile phone into his trouser pocket, and stretched his hands forward.

"To prevent me from playing tricks, don't you have to tie my hands first?"

Instead of having his hands tied, he was blindfolded. When he was carried by a sedan and circled through an unknown number of streets and alleys, he was led into a building. The building was very quiet, Ying Da Pao hugged his backpack tightly with both hands, his face was nervous, and he was close to "his face was like earth", but he secretly smiled in his heart. He followed the man leading the way in front of him, and his pace was deliberately cautious, but not so that he stumbled.

The building seemed to be intricate, and the arrangement of the stairs was almost irregular, but under the observation of the sense of direction that Ying Da Pao had cultivated since childhood, the outline of the building had gradually emerged in his mind, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they stopped at an unknown number of floors.

The black cloth was removed from his eyes, but instead of seeing the dazzling sunlight, he saw an extraordinarily spacious hall, an unrenovated cement hall to be exact. The windows of the hall are far from the center, so the center where the Ying Da Pao is located is not very bright. There is only one striking arrangement in the hall, a spiral staircase that leads to a raised platform above the hall, which is edged by a railing.

Behind the railing, three men and women in suits were looking at Ying Da Oar condescendingly.

The sun has slowly climbed up half of the sky, and Liaohai City has been shrouded in dazzling sunlight at this time.

Around a nearly abandoned gymnasium on the outskirts of the city, more than a dozen men in black wandered around as if on patrol, their sharp eyes staring at the nearby movement all the time.

In the gymnasium, a large circular magic circle is being depicted, filled with obscure spell writing and ancient patterns representing mystical powers. Zhou Pojun, who was the "No. 1 in Shenzhou", was making a final inspection of the magic array, and in front of the magic array, two men in black were paying attention to Zhou Pojun's movements while guarding the sword box containing the holy relics on the altar.

Zhou Pojun had changed into a magician's special tactical vest and camouflage shorts that were easy to move, but the headscarf had not been removed. In order to be able to complete the summoning as soon as possible, he must draw the magic circle required to summon the Heroic Spirit as soon as possible, and it is best to meditate for another round of meditation to ensure that he summons the Heroic Spirit in the best possible state.

Although the holy relic can almost determine which Heroic Spirit is summoned, the magic power of the summoner himself will also affect the various abilities of the Heroic Spirit, which is why Gao Tianming is confident and bold to let those "VIPs" summon. First of all, most of the catalysts that can really play the role of holy relics are in the hands of major magic families, and the true value of the so-called "antiques" that can be collected by the people of Shenzhou is really up for debate. Secondly, with the magic of the "guests" being forcibly ripened, even if they really summon a powerful hero by mistake, they can only exert half or even less of their due strength.

The participants who summon the Heroic Spirit are called the Master, and the Heroic Spirit who is called is called the Servant, and in Chinese they are the Master and the Servant.

After summoning the Heroic Spirit, Zhou Pojun will immediately take the Servant to the location of dozens of other target masters, and kill them when they are alone, and the trickery salon also has professional spies to scout for him at the target location, which can be said to be fully prepared.

But the bodyguards guarding the holy relics always felt that today's Zhou Pojun was different from before, and a hazy feeling made him a little flustered. But seeing Zhou Pojun's greedy look when he aimed at the holy relic, he always felt that he was thinking too much.

From an angle he couldn't see, a mysterious smile appeared on the face of the big man in the red scarf.