Where is Hades Miss Editor doesn't know, but she knows she saw a dragon. A dragon with whiskers like a dragon's whiskers.

This dragon is wearing a hoodie, and if you ignore the dragon's head with a dragon's beard, it looks like an ordinary person's Yazi.

However, the editor's eyes looked down the hoodie. She was pretty sure that no matter how big the hoodie was, it would never have the length in front of her.

Because, its length can be described as stretching.

Ten meters?

Twenty meters?

No, no, no!

This hoodie has no end to the end of the editor's field of vision.

"We are all civilized dragons." The dragon in front of him responded to the editor's eyes with a slight accent, and the dragon beard turned his head to look at the kitten who jumped on the table, "This is your new tool?" ”

"Ahem. This is my new hire. Natsume on the table coughed and said.

He looked at the mahjong tiles on the table in front of him, with two legs like black matchsticks burning embers, and he fell from the top of the card mountain, walked into his hand and stood up. Another card in the hand, trotting "poof" and sinking into the sea of cards.

"You've violated the rules for the use of counterfeit objects again!" Natsume slapped his paw on the chess piece he was moving, a small stickman-like thing, throwing away the card he was carrying, trying to slip away from his claw.

"What is a fake?" The editor asked, watching the cat skillfully grab the stickman.

"A pseudo is a projection of a foreign object. The fragments of the various worlds, relying on fantasy to maintain the link. Foreign objects are even contained and contained. As long as there are still people who know about them, they will cast their shadows in the places with the highest phases, and forge counterfeits. ”

"The more artifacts are used, the stronger the shadows become. When the concentration reaches 100%, the body of the foreign object will break through the seal and descend, and the pseudo object will become a foreign body and go berserk and get out of control.

Although, it is dangerous to use counterfeits, there is always a place where they are needed, so ...... There is a regulation on the use of counterfeit goods, which prohibits the use of counterfeit objects for entertainment purposes.

Can...... Aren't I just going to play auto-chess......"

The dragon's face widened aggrievedly and said with eyes that were similar to the pearls in the bubble tea.

"That's not going to work either! A regulation is a regulation! Your set of tools for committing crimes is confiscated! Natsume waved his paw, and all the mahjong tiles on the table disappeared.

"You're selling the mall again." The dragon's beard face was desperate, like a salted fish that had been unloaded, his chin rested on the table, and the whole dragon head was placed on the table, "Say, what are you doing with me." ”

"A few snack workers died on the mission just now, and I promised her to bring them back." Natsume pointed her tail at Miss Editor.

"So, come to my beard and confiscate my set of mahjong tiles?" The decadent dragon beard was lying on the table softly, "No! It's not in order! ”

"You don't want to play with counterfeits again, do you?" The cat stepped on the dragon's whiskers on the dragon's whiskers.

The Dragonbeard-faced Hades instantly said righteously, "We can't let the explorers bleed and shed tears at the same time, and their hearts will be chilled, and only a cold entity remains. ”

Long Whisker raised his hand, and a booklet appeared between his right paws, as if he was explaining and showing off, "This is the book of life and death." ”

When his left paw was about to land on the paper, his fingertips suddenly turned into the shape of a brush.

"Zhou Qiao, a social animal man, a fitness man. These three people need to be sent back to their hometowns, right? ”

"Yes!"

The fingertips of the brush fell, and three golden rays of light flew out of the book of life and death.

Natsume throws him a fake stickman.

"Where's my mahjong?"

"What did you say!?" Natsume asked, staring at the stickman in the hand of the Yama Dragon's beard.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Natsume jumped down from the table and said, "Come with me, there's more to come." ”

"Natsume-sensei, is that dragon Hades just now?" The editor asked, following behind the cat. She originally imagined that the king of Hades was in the shape of a beard, and as for the dragon creature, in addition to the clouds and rain, the rest was made into dragon tendons by Nezha.

The cat that walks in front, although the stride is small, but the cadence is very fast.

"Yes, he's Hades. You can simply think of him as a useless waste dragon. ”

The cat said disdainfully.

"Don't think about that waste dragon anymore, if you want to save those snack workers, the most critical moment has begun.

Although their souls have now been beaten back to their 'origin' and their bodies have been reshaped, they are not in sync with the present time.

They who are resurrected are who they were before they died.

Over the next period of time, the space-time around them will begin to accelerate until they are in sync with the time of the present world.

The time and space around them that are speeding up and synchronizing is an "anomaly", and there is a high probability that a fake will be born around them.

Moreover, there may be counterfeit hunters who want to plunder the newborn artifact at any time.

Even...... Hunt them down, use their "abnormal" flesh and blood, increase the concentration of counterfeit objects, and let foreign objects descend. ”

Miss Editor was stunned for a moment when she heard the cat's lengthy words, she didn't expect that her wish would be so difficult to achieve.

Shouldn't we make a wish, and the three people of "Biu" will be resurrected on the spot with full blood?

This...... It's so troublesome, it's not magical at all!

"Miss Editor, whether it's magic or whatever, it has its rules, not miracles.

The greatest miracle is the ordinary life that you may be tired of.

One day you'll be nostalgic. ”

"We're going to Fucheng City, Dongshan Province." The cat jumped into what looked like a wooden toy and shouted, "Miss Editor pays points." ”

The editor barely stood on the wooden cart with one foot, afraid of stepping on the wooden cart and accidentally stepping on a cricket the size of a corn kernel.

The driver's master cricket got the points, shaking the two tentacles on her head, and the editor only felt that she was in a trance for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived at another place, which looked like a subway tunnel.

However, the breeze in the tunnel was blowing through her skin, and she was keenly aware of the subtle differences in temperature.

"Aren't we in the capital anymore?"

"We're in Fucheng." The cat got out of the car, and the editor followed, "In the blink of an eye, we are in a city thousands of miles away?" ”

"Hmm." Natsume responded, he didn't stop, but walked towards where Zhou Qiao was.

As soon as he got out of the subway, the cat twitched its nose and said, "I smell fakes." Hurry up and go, before Zhou Qiao is sacrificed. ”

"Yes!" The sound of the editor's leather shoes rattling was like the sound of the corpse of a mouse stripped of its skin and blood dripping on the ground in a dark alley in this city.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick ......"

Zhou Qiao listened to the bell of the end of the evening self-study and got up from the desk.

He hammered his head, feeling a little drowsy, vaguely as if he had just had a strange "dream", but if he wanted to say what he dreamed in the dream, he couldn't remember.

Never mind.

Zhou Qiao grabbed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with the flow of people.

It was already midnight, and the street lights were dim in the dark. In addition to being able to illuminate the outline of the road, there are only a few street lamps that pull people out of a few shadows of different lengths.

There was a sound of sizzling in the bushes.

"Who!"

Zhou Qiao shouted inexplicably.

He stared at the low bushes, wanting to go up and take a look, but he didn't want to move.

He pulled out his phone, which he had almost exclusively looked at, and it read "23:22".

"Huh? Haven't finished class yet? But I obviously heard the bell......" Zhou Qiao felt that something was wrong.

He lit the flash of his phone, and the white light pierced through the not-so-dense bushes, where there was nothing.

"It's weird." Zhou Qiao turned off the flash to himself and continued to walk home.

"Siso......"

"Siso......"

It was as if the sound of small animals moving sounded again and again.

The flash of the mobile phone turned on again and again, shining again and again at the place where the sound came from, but there was nothing unusual.

Zhou Qiao felt that if he didn't find anything again, he would be abnormal, and he felt that he was slowly becoming irrational. The shadows that are still seem to have a life of their own. Like the Shadow Ninjutsu in Naruto, he entangles himself and imprisons him.

"Did something dirty stick to me when I was just sleeping?" Zhou Qiao couldn't help but think.

"As long as the light goes, there will be no shadows! Die! The spotlight of the mobile phone in his hand skyrocketed in an instant. The dazzling light is like a round of mini-stars.

The shadows that wrapped around him melted like ice cream in the scorching sun.

"Siso......"

"Squeak ......"

In front of Zhou Qiao, a shadowless man, a mouse appeared, and the mouse's blood-red eyes, radiating light like a laser pointer, stared at Zhou Qiao. And in the mouth of the mouse, there is also a black dagger in his mouth.

The mouse spit out the dagger and began to spit out, "It's finally distorted, I'm so miserable to wait." ”

As he spoke, the gray skin began to bubble as if it were boiling. The fur cracked inch by inch, and out of the body of the little mouse came a man with bronzed skin and muscles.

The man picked up the black dagger, licked the blade, and said, "You're still wondering what happened." You can go to hell with your doubts and ask. ”

The blade sliced through the tip of his tongue, rolling up a drop of blood that came to a standstill in the air.

The soles of the bronze man's shoes rubbed against the ground, and a screaming sound came out, stabbing towards Zhou Qiao.

When Zhou Qiao saw the expanding dagger, he suddenly recalled his "dream".

The City of Sacred Books, the Word Worm, and the feeling of being filled to the point of overflowing are all back!

Although he didn't know why the man in front of him wanted to kill himself.

Although he didn't know why he came back from the dead.

But......

He knew he was going to fight now!

He controlled the hand holding the phone, which was horizontally in front of him.

The dazzling light skyrocketed again, blinding in an instant!

"O childish fellow! Do you think that's useful? ”

The bronze man disappeared like a maggot on the tarsal bone, climbing onto Zhou Qiao's back.

The obsidian blade pierced into Zhou Qiao's skin.

"Ah!!!h

Screams resounded through the night sky, startling cooing birds standing on street lamps.

"Call it! No one will come to your rescue if you cut your throat! You don't know what state you're in right now! Hehe......"

As the bronze man spoke, the dagger went a little deeper.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a voice was heard in the distance.

Zhou Qiao struggled to look in the direction of the sound and saw a cat with a red scarf tied upside down walking out.

This cat is so familiar!

I've seen this cat before!

The memory activated by the pain made him instantly retrieve the fragments related to this cat, and he thought of the task world, and muttered, "Miss Editor's cat?" ”

"Natsume-sensei, you slow down, slow down." Behind the cat, another voice came out, and the panting editor shouted.

"Slow down, this kid is dead again." The cat looked back and said, "He's been targeted by the hunters." ”

"Hunter? Do you know I'm a hunter and still bother me hunting? The bronze man angrily pulled the dagger out of Zhou Qiao's body, catapulted at Natsume's colleague and yelled, "Look at me if I don't pick your skin!" ”

"C034: A Counterfeit of the Obsidian Ritual Dagger?" The cat looked at the dagger in the hands of ten thousand bronze men with disdain, "Do you really think that such a dagger can peel off my skin and make you temporarily become me?" Dream your dreams! ”

When the cat spoke, it didn't move, as if it was a great master in the field of martial arts.

"Shut up!" The moment the bronze man's dagger carried the blade wind to its fur, it grabbed a cockroach from nowhere and slammed it on the dagger.

"Let's become a cockroach." There was no emotion in the cat's tone.

"Ahh No! The bronze man screamed, turning into a cockroach.

The cockroach could not bear the weight of the dagger, and the dagger fell to the ground with two "clangs".

The cat walks up to the dagger and presses its paws against it. The dagger, which seemed to be extremely balanced, turned into a little dark starlight and dispersed in the air.

As for the cockroach that was about to boil again, it also stopped changing because of the reality of the fake dagger.

"You...... Hello...... What about the man just now? Zhou Qiao asked cautiously.

"It's turned into a cockroach." Natsume rubbed his paw in disgust.

He ...... That's it...... I...... Have we seen ......" Zhou Qiao said with a little stumbling.

"Yes, yes, you said you were an infinite stream lover. How's it going, isn't it fun to see what reality has become? ”

"Huh? Yes! Still...... It's okay......" Zhou Qiao responded, although it was a little shameful to be ridiculed by a little cat in front of a young lady, but it was a good thing to be alive......

The editor came over and asked, "Natsume-sensei, he's safe, let's go find the next one." ”

"Okay." The cat replied competently.

"Hey! Can you tell the world what's wrong? Zhou Qiao shouted as he looked at the back of a cat and a person.

The cat turned around and said, "The world is good, it's just that you're broken." ”

"What...... What'......"

Zhou Qiao's questioning words haven't been said yet.

"Whoosh!"

A spear actually hung the editor on the wall.

Blood stained his shirt red from the sores.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick ......"