After eating the paste sent by a woman in a nurse's outfit who didn't know whether it was breakfast or dinner, Zheng Wuming put on a set of information suits sent by Kronos, and then walked out of the room where he had "slept" for half a year under the leadership of a fully armed foreign man armed with a submachine gun.

It was very bright, the incandescent lights on the ceiling made Zheng Wuming feel a little dazzling, and in the narrow corridors were one closed door after another, and at the door of each room stood a person who was exactly the same as he walked out, all of them were armed with guns, and air headsets were stuffed in their ears, looking like a secret military stronghold.

Whether it was the room or the corridor just now, there was not a single window nearby, Zheng Wuming thought, this should be a basement or something, but what he couldn't figure out was, where is this, or which country is it? Why is there such a large basement underground, and why do you have to get so many heavily armed "soldiers" to stand here?

Soon, Zheng Wuming was led to the elevator, and after taking the elevator down two floors, he entered a room without any markings.

Compared to the rooms above, the décor here is in the style of the bedroom. The area is also more than 100 square meters, there are still no windows on the wall, and the chandelier above the head emits a dim light, illuminating the whole house.

When he came to the living room, Zheng Wuming saw Kronos sitting on the sofa and the old man who had changed his head sitting there, waving to him with a smile on their faces.

"Where is this?" Zheng Wuming walked over, sat down on the sofa opposite, looked at the old man and asked.

"This is my lab." The old man said with a smile. "I told you just now."

"That's not what I meant." Zheng Wuming asked. "I mean, which country is this?"

"Country?" The old man thought for a moment before he said. "I don't really know where this belongs, but I can tell you that this is West Asia, and above us, it's the desert."

"Desert?" Zheng Wuming was stunned. "You mean, you've built an underground base under the desert?"

Zheng Wuming's heart was beating wildly at this time, from the time Kronos appeared, he knew that this old man must also be a ghost person, but this base built under the desert really shocked him.

The combination of desert, underground, base, and countless gun-wielding "soldiers" means that this is a secret stronghold that no one knows. It's just that to be able to build such a large underground secret stronghold here, the ghost's ability is indeed amazing.

"What do you want me to do?"

After a moment of shock, Zheng Wuming came back to his senses, looked at Kronos and asked. "I guess the price of living should not be low, right?"

"Hehe-hehe-" Kronos let out a hoarse laugh and said. "It's true that to live comes to live - but you don't have to pay anything, you get something you didn't expect, you just have to keep playing the game."

"Isn't that the price?" Zheng Wuming asked with a smile.

"If you think so, of course you can." Kronos shrugged his shoulders and said. "You don't want to know what you're going to get?"

"You'll tell." Zheng Wuming said lightly.

"You're still that smart." Kronos laughed. "Well, I said, you're going to get something you didn't expect - how about I give you the ghost?"

"What?" Zheng Wuming was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear Kronos's words clearly. "You mean, you gave me the ghost?"

"Yes, you heard it right, I'm going to give you the ghost." Kronos nodded and said. "Why, isn't this a big gift?"

Gift? It's not a big gift, it's a bomb.

Zheng Wuming smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking to himself, this is to push himself to the front desk, and then he hides behind the scenes, counting, it seems that he has received great benefits, but it is not a constraint.

Puppet? Zheng Wuming thought of these two words, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Puppet, these two words may sound awesome, but it represents a puppet - it has a gorgeous appearance, but it has to be manipulated by others, and it cannot be autonomous.

"What do I need to do?" After a period of silence, Zheng Wuming accepted this fact. There is no free lunch in the world, and if he eats it, he has to pay the corresponding price.

"I said, I don't need you to do anything, I just need you to play this game." Kronos said with a smile. "Don't you want to get back what you lost?"

"Something I've lost." Zheng Wuming looked at Kronos blankly. "How do I get back what I lost? Can you revive my grandfather? ”

"I'm afraid this won't work." Kronos shook his head. "You can get your Thunder investment back, though. And also - to the whole world. ”

"What do you mean?" Zheng Wuming asked suspiciously.

"A man's ultimate dream." Kronos said. "Standing at the top of the world, looking down on all living beings as a god. How? Don't you want to get that? ”

"You're crazy." Zheng Wuming shook his head and said.

"I'm not crazy." Kronos said. "Think about it, you should know a little bit about the power of the ghost, now, the ghost is yours, you have the highest authority, you can use all the power of the ghost to get back what belongs to you, and you can also grow and grow until the whole world is prostrate at your feet. What do you think? Intrigued? ”

Intrigued? Zheng Wuming thought about it for a long time, and the answer was yes.

When every man is a little boy, they will shout words like "I am the king of the world" and look forward to their future, but decades have passed, and they have to accept the final mediocrity of life, which is just a childhood joke. But when an opportunity to fulfill that sentence is presented to you, no one can fail to be impressed.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Zheng Wuming's hesitation, Kronos laughed. "Think about it, when you take everything back and stand on top of the world, what kind of expression will that Yan Murong make you embarrassed and depressed? At that point, you can give him back everything he's done to you - you'd love to kill him, wouldn't you? Hehe, you can do it now. ”

"Kill him?" Zheng Wuming lowered his head and muttered to himself, looking a little hesitant, but the scorching light from his eyes couldn't hide the true thoughts in his heart.

He died, shooting himself through the head in front of Yan Murong.

But he was alive again, and no one knew that he was alive again except for the two people in front of him.

PS: The decadent July is over, and I will work hard next month. There are so many things that have happened this month, and my body has suddenly become very bad, which has led to my unprecedented number of updates this month, since the first book, I have never been less than 200,000 words in a month, and this month is only 160,000, which is really ashamed. In August, there will be no fewer than 200,000 updates.