The rain is getting heavier.

Under the light of the dim street lamp, two elongated shadows were reflected on the surface of the sparkling water, surging. Zhuo Xuan and Xu Hao were silent, stepped through the stagnant water, and walked one after the other to the side of a black Porsche parked near the street park.

They slipped into the car and slammed the door shut. The small space seems to be isolated from the rich chill of a cold and rainy night outside the car window, and it is a world of its own.

Zhuo Xuan, who was wet all over, did not shy away from sitting in the back seat, and the position was quite spacious. Through the car window, he saw the rain-drenched street park, shrouded in a dark yellow street lamp. As the Porsche activated, the familiar scenery receded, and the raindrops crackled against the glass, distorting the scenery outside the window.

Xu Hao turned the steering wheel without saying a word, the tires were crooked, and the car turned into another lane.

Zhuo Xuan didn't know where his destination was, but what he knew was that Xu Hao's actions had already sent a signal to him: he was beginning to accept himself.

More precisely, it should be "them" who accept themselves.

The brief conflict with Xu Hao ended in a complete victory for Zhuo Xuan.

This middle-aged man with a rich net worth and a successful career quickly accepted his failure and frankly admitted that he would take Zhuo Xuan to meet some people.

These people are all the chosen ones who temporarily formed a team with Xu Hao because of a paper contract.

Unlike the loose alliances that Zhuo Xuan had seen in his previous missions, this contract was also a strange thing with special magical powers. It restricts the ability of the team to harm each other, and grants some members immunity from the mission...... These things were unheard of by Zhuo Xuan before.

Whether it is the Nightmare Eye's new ability, Mental Impact, or the dagger spear that can be shot like electricity, it has greatly improved Zhuo Xuan's survivability. When Xu Hao sent out the invitation, he also suspected that this was another trap, but he preferred to trust his instincts and judgment.

Here in Xu Hao, he can learn more about the Chosen One.

"Why, you don't seem to have many problems." Xu Hao glanced at the silent young man in the rearview mirror and said casually.

Previously, he had told Zhuo Xuan everything he should say. Not only the abilities and uses of the Divine Spear, but also everything about the Chosen One that they gathered together.

These guys are extremely xenophobic, and each of them has been cornered and cornered by their fellow Chosen One. Now, if they can have a relatively stable temporary habitat, they are most likely reluctant to accept new people.

Of course, when he heard this, the corners of Zhuo Xuan's mouth only hooked slightly, and he did not urgently ask for a team or shelter as Xu Hao imagined. In fact, he had already planned for a long time.

Even if he formed a team, he would prefer to form a small alliance with Zhou Xueqiu, Wan Hongyu and others. First, it is easy to control, and second, they are all intimate existences, and Zhuo Xuan feels that he has no need to trust some unpredictable strange guys.

"There are a lot of questions, I just don't know where to start." Zhuo Xuan said a perfunctory sentence, although the words blurted out, his heart suddenly moved.

In an instant, a crucial thought flashed through Zhuo Xuan's heart, and he immediately asked, "How did you get the tricky contract that you said could connect everyone?" ”

"Don't you know?" Faced with Zhuo Xuan's question, Xu Hao looked very surprised, he saw the young man with a puzzled expression through the rearview mirror again, and then said slowly, "There is a place dedicated to selling these mass-produced strange things. It is said that they had a mirror of trickery that could replicate items, and thanks to that mirror, they traded with many of the Chosen ones. ”

Simultaneously......

A mirror of a treacherous that can replicate a treacherous?

Zhuo Xuan's breath was suffocated, and he was about to continue to ask questions, but he suddenly felt a car start. His body leaned forward slightly, and the hazy neon light outside the car window made him almost forget to ask a question.

The car stalled. It's back here again.

Emgrand KTV.

"Get out of the car." Xu Hao greeted and unbuckled his seat belt.

The two men, drenched in wet, got out of the car and stepped into the light of the flashing signboards. Zhuo Xuan habitually remained silent and followed Xu Hao to re-enter the KTV.

It was almost early in the morning, and the KTV was still covered with a golden glow, and hoarse singing and laughter vaguely echoed in the wide corridor. Xu Hao didn't stop, and Zhuo Xuan also maintained his curiosity and followed closely behind him. He knew that whether it was another conspiracy and ambush, the answer would soon be revealed.

Xu Hao didn't say a word, and came to the hall with Zhuo Xuan, deaf to the constant cycle of singing. He nodded at the waiter at the bar and walked around the bar behind him. Before Zhuo Xuan could make an inquiry, the wall of the bar suddenly recessed.

"This is ......" Zhuo Xuan looked at the scene in front of him in shock, his face full of astonishment.

The door panel, recessed into the wall, moved slowly, making a slight grinding sound. Some visible dust particles fell from the friction surface, but they could not hide Zhuo Xuan's extremely shocked expression.

Xu Hao glanced back at Zhuo Xuan, still didn't speak, and then he got into it.

The dark passage of the black hole was set up in this crowded hall, perhaps because it was too late, and there were only a few male waiters with indifferent faces in the entire activity hall.

Judging by their expressions, this secret passage was not a secret to them.

Zhuo Xuan hesitated for a moment, and then walked quickly into the dark passage. His body burrowed into it, and the door panel behind him immediately moved and slowly closed.

Presumably, from the outside, the wall should still be tightly fitted.

If it weren't for the deliberate search, it would be impossible for ordinary people to find such a clever disguise. What's more, who would have thought that such a secret entrance would be set up in the hospitality hall.

The light in the dark tunnel is extremely dim, but fortunately it is quite wide and flat. Zhuo Xuan's ears echoed with Xu Hao's footsteps, and he also quickened his pace, as if he was afraid that he would be thrown into this passage where he couldn't see his fingers when he took a step at night.

I don't know how long I walked, but as far as the eye could see, a room of seventy or eighty square meters was displayed in front of Zhuo Xuan's eyes. The furnishings are very simple, with a few old-fashioned light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, giving off a gentle glow. A man stands behind a half-moon bar with all sorts of clear glasses, carefully wiping the goblet in his hand with a rag.

"Captain," the young man heard the sound, looked up, and saw Xu Hao, who was wet, and said to him consciously.