As usual, the bookstore's business is still deserted.

In the evening, not a single guest came to the door.

Ling Ping'an was also happy to be quiet, and played games for a day.

It wasn't until I was a little dizzy that I finally put down my phone.

Looking at the latest rank on his phone's screen, he began to swell.

"Boom!" Ling Ping'an said arrogantly: "The brave people of the canyon are all sold in Seoul!" ”

"It's so easy! It's so easy! It's so easy! ”

From the afternoon to now, he has only lost one handful.

It's still because his teammates dropped two lines, plus the opposite side is black, and he keeps bringing the line to contain and lose.

Other times, it's almost crushing.

Thus, the segment came to the eternal diamond.

Rubbing his slightly sour temples, Ling Ping'an picked up the water cup, found the bag of unknown leaves from the drawer, counted a few from it, and made himself a cup.

Drinking sweet tea, the exhaustion was swept away.

Ling Ping'an looked up at the time on the computer.

It's half past eight.

"Let's add it today!" He said.

So, he sat down at the counter and crackled and began to code.

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Han Li's figure rises and falls from the high-rise buildings that have long been abandoned.

Soon, she came to a building in the northern part of the old downtown area of Donglin City, which still looked bright on the outside.

On the glass wall of the building, even the LOGO of Zhentai Industry is still hung.

She looked up at the 55-storey, 160-meter-tall skyscraper.

The whispers in my ears are squirming.

The building in front of her gradually changed in her eyes.

The once shiny edifice is now like a piece of rotten wood.

The smooth glass façade in the eyes of outsiders is actually crawling with all kinds of mold.

Han Li stepped forward with an expressionless face, pushed open the glass door, and entered the interior of the building.

The welcome lights hanging in the hall were lit up one after another.

Whimpering and cries rang out from all directions.

Gusts of cold wind blew on Han Li's body.

Let her feel the inexplicable cold.

But she just smiled.

"Little ghost, dare to be presumptuous in front of me?" As soon as Han Li raised his hand, the scarlet whip was held in the palm of his hand.

Syllable!

The long whip slammed into the air with a crisp sound.

With the sound of whips, the lights hanging from the ceiling of the hall fell one by one.

The whimpering and crying disappeared cleanly.

Even the cold wind has stopped.

And the long whip in Han Li's hand kept stretching forward.

Like a psychic, tracking something.

Finally, she got it.

With a hard pull, the scarlet long whip dragged a thing wearing red clothes and long hair to cover his face, and returned to Han Li's side.

The whispers in her ears were squirming, urging her.

Han Li had a struggling look on his face.

But after all, he still couldn't resist the urging of the whisper.

She crouched down and looked at the thing that was still struggling with the whip.

It was dressed in red, with long hair that appeared to be from its skull, covering its entire body.

If you look closely, you can see that in fact, this thing only has red clothes and long hair.

Beneath the red clothes, in the long hair, there was only a cloud of blue-gray humanoid gas.

In Han Li's eyes, in fact, red clothes and long hair do not exist.

It's a faintly humanoid mass of light.

Looking at it, Han Li couldn't help but drool.

So, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed the thing, and then stuffed it into her mouth.

Click, click!

Han Li's eyes gradually turned red.

Like a beast in the dark.

Fierce and cruel!

She gulped down the blob of light, as if she were eating the most delicious thing in the world.

And in front of her, the evil spirit that once made countless witchers helpless.

The United National Security Organization cannot eliminate the evil spirit.

It became food.

Because, it's innate.

In the abyss, all ghosts, unjust souls, and earthbound spirits are just food for demons.

Essentially, demons are beings that feed on souls.

Swallow the red-clad evil spirit completely.

Han Li stood up and looked at the mansion again, everything was different.

The hall, once clean and tidy due to the presence of red-clad evil spirits, is now a dilapidated place covered in dust and cobwebs.

Several skeletons, scattered around the couch in the hall.

Han Li stuck out his tongue and licked his plump and bright lips.

"Delicious!" She commented on the smell of evil spirits.

The red-clothed evil spirits that have entrenched in the mansion for more than ten years and made countless demon hunters return with feathers no longer exist.

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Elizabeth, now like a skeleton.

Her flesh and blood have become fuel.

In the surging surging steam turbine, it becomes the power of machinery.

Therefore, she dragged tanks and armored vehicles together, piling them up into a mountain of steel and a peak of machinery with strange beauty and inexplicable logic.

The prototype of the Iron Altar has been established.

Tracks, which became the foundation.

The armor is the outer wall.

The turret is a holy emblem.

The engine and the engine, on the other hand, are icons.

Boxes of ammunition, barrels of fuel, were placed in the center of the mountain.

"More is good, big is beautiful!" She raised her head and looked at the great altar in front of her, this sacred steel altar, and her eyes were full of devotion and awe.

At this time, this underground arms warehouse has been changed beyond recognition.

Everything has been transformed.

But......

Elizabeth lowered her head and looked at the Gospel of the Machine in her hand.

At this time, this mechanical holy book has opened a new chapter.

The words cast in steel slowly turned into molten iron and flowed onto Elizabeth's body.

Let her thin body be full again.

It also let her know what is needed for the step-by-step construction of this altar.

"Steel can only produce will when it is watered with blood!" She said, "Machines can only awaken if they are injected with life!" ”

So, she's going to hunt.

Hunt down the minions of the gods and water this sacred altar with their blood.

Capture the children of evil gods and use their lives to infuse them into the machine.

"O great spirit of all machines!" Elizabeth reverently worshiped the altar in front of her: "You are one, you are ten, you are one, you are nothing!" ”

"You are the Savior of the world and the Apocalypse of destruction!"

"It's just you!"

"Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva is also you!"

"You are the Father, you are the Virgin and the Son!"

"May your Word be in all the universes, like the engine of a machine, roaring in all the worlds!"

She got up and walked out of the warehouse.

Two laser knives, extending out of the arm.

The flesh is pumped into the steam turbine, and the turbine is burning.

She's going to kill!

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Sitting at the counter, Lingping's inspiration burst out like a tide.

A chapter of 2,000 words, less than half a novel, is almost finished.

But suddenly, he was in a trance.

All inspiration came to an abrupt end.

In my ears, there seems to be a murmur.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a series of indistinct, incomprehensible voices.

The sound is a bit like the feeling of a car engine when the engine is broken.

But it seems to be a bit like the sound of prayer in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples.

It lasted about two seconds at most.

The noise disappeared cleanly.

Ling Ping'an plucked his ears: "Gan! ”

"it!"

"At the critical moment, there were auditory hallucinations?"

"Your sister!"

He looked at the document that had already been written to 1,725 words, and he wanted to cry without tears.

There are still two hundred and seventy-five words left.

This is not a problem that irrigation can solve.

So......

Ling Ping'an looked at the computer and said, "Today's plus is probably over!" ”

"But I didn't say that, so it's not a pigeon!"

And......

To be honest, a street writer is a pigeon.

What can it be?

No one will care at all.

Collecting the blade and being chased to add more, that is the treatment that only the great god has.

Hit the streets...... Unworthy!

Raise your head and look at the clock.

"It's only past nine o'clock!" Ling Ping'an was surprised, he took out his mobile phone: "Such a beautiful day, don't play a few games, I really can't live this good time!" ”

Then they went into the canyon.

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