The air froze strangely, and Planck's neck tingled slightly, and he knew that these ill-intentioned creatures, as well as his sword-wielder, were watching him.

That kind of gaze that exudes a hint of bloodlust, just waiting for him to shoot impulsively, and then tearing him apart without hesitation.

He'd been here for a while, and he knew where the weird atmosphere was coming from, that damn cotton loom!

"Look, child, what an amazing ability, you have this ability beyond the world, but you are shrouded in the fog of fate, and you are overwhelmed in chaos, come on, child, throw yourself into the arms of fate, and witness the coming of truth with us!"

“？？？”

Wesley didn't understand what the old guy was suddenly mad about, and suddenly yelled at him like a fanatic.

He has no interest in the truth, only in money!

Sloan sighed, understanding that the guys who hadn't seen fate were all stupid and stupid.

But as long as he understands that fate really exists, they will slowly follow in the footsteps of fate and become devout believers!

"Let's go, man, I'll show you a baby!"

Sloan put his hand on Wesley's shoulder, his tone casual like a buddy selling marijuana on the street.

Such a familiar tone made Wesley feel a lot more relaxed, at least it meant that the other party still needed him, but he didn't know how much money he had to pay to escape from this group of neurotics.

The overall structure of the factory building is very strange, the general structure is a stone castle, which was later repaired by bricks and tiles to form the current overall structure.

But it's infused with a subtle design with a sense of technology, such as the tech security door they're passing by.

Iris, sound waves, fingerprints, key passwords are reinforced with multiple anti-theft facilities, and the ubiquitous camera scans the entire floor without dead angles at all times, and the dark barrels of different thicknesses are lined up one after another.

Wesley began to resist what Sloan was talking about.

Such a tightly guarded thing, if he wants to see it, can he easily get away?

"That..... This gentleman, or I won't look at it....."

"Call me Sloane, Wesley, it's all here, isn't it too late for you to refuse?"

I refused at the beginning, if it weren't for that hot girl who forced me with her big murder weapon, I would have left a long time ago!

Wesley didn't dare to ramble, as he noticed that the barrels began to slowly turn their heads and point at him.

"Let's go, it's just ahead!"

Sloan took the lead, and after a series of verifications again, opened a claustrophobic elevator secret door.

Helplessly, Wesley could only follow in, only praying that there was not some terrifying evil laboratory below!

Through the slight weightlessness induction, it was judged that the elevator should be going down, and it took more than ten minutes before and after, which meant that they came to a very deep place underground.

Because they didn't like to study, Wesley couldn't calculate how many meters they had fallen, so he could only wait passively.

The elevator doors opened, and the dim light shone brightly.

A heavy sense of history comes to the face.

The architecture here is similar to that of the beginning of the last century, with red bricks and machines arranged in an orderly manner, reminiscent of the factories where my parents worked as children.

Here the cotton spinning machines are intricately scattered, connected by long white cotton threads, and huge cantilevers hang the silk steps that run through them, all the way to the opposite wall, behind a small screen.

"Welcome to where Destiny works, Wesley!"

It's fate again!

This old fellow has mentioned this word countless times, what is the fate of his mouth?

Wesley's doubts didn't last long, and Sloan led him through the gauze-woven workspace to the large, locked iron door at the back.

"Be careful, don't touch the lines of fate, otherwise something that shouldn't appear will be entangled with your fate!"

Sloan didn't look back, but as if he had eyes behind his back, stopping Wesley's curious move.

Wesley shrugged helplessly, but quietly waved a cotton thread.

In an instant, a strange and mysterious picture rushed into his mind, and he saw the life of a woman.

Time was highly compressed for a moment, and then suddenly released in his mind, and the huge amount of information exploded in his mind like a thought bomb.

Wesley stiffened for a moment, then began to bleed and fell straight down.

The cotton wool in his hand was inadvertently torn off by him, and the woman's short life was over.

Wesley saw a car suddenly run out of control towards the woman, knocking her into crushed tomatoes.

Such a tragic picture made the stiff body with blank thoughts can't help but vomit violently, and it also woke him up from his fantasy.

"Just now.... What was that just now.... It's a dream! It's a dream, isn't it? It must be a dream!!! ”

Wesley scrambled to his feet and staggered towards Sloane, shaking his arms vigorously.

"Wesley, congratulations, you have been chosen by fate, welcome to the League of Assassins!"

Sloan gave him a wicked smile and didn't explain anything to him.

"Tell me, tell me about the ..... just now What exactly is in my head? ”

"I'm sorry, you didn't listen to what I said, you didn't believe it after listening to it, you didn't believe it and didn't say it, you still want to raise the bar with me, since you have touched fate, wouldn't it be good to wait for fate to come? You'll know everything then! ”

Sloane ripped Wesley's hand away, strode over to the iron lock of the gate, and then took out the key and opened the dark door.

"Go in and heed the call of fate!"

Wesley instinctively wanted to escape, but Sloan grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him in.

"Fate Spinning will give you an answer, as for the answer to what the question is, I have no way of knowing, let's study it myself!"

With that, Sloane closed the heavy iron door, and let Wesley thrash and knock it to no avail.

Eventually, Wesley gave up and fumbled for a flashlight that lit up the room with a snap.

Wesley then collapsed.

It's a messy room, with a spinning machine in the center that looks exactly like the outside, but the outside is only responsible for transporting cotton threads, and here, it's for spinning finished products!

The whole room was hung with disorderly broken cotton threads, making it difficult for him to move.

The experience just now made him know that there are problems with these lines, and maybe if he touches it, there will be an explosion of thinking just now.

He didn't dare try again!

So he hurriedly searched the room to find the answer that the other party said.

I don't know if it's a hallucination or what, Wesley always felt that there were strange spots of light on the cotton cloth spit out by the spinning machine, and there were more than one place!

These flares of light were like characters, and because they were far apart, he had a hard time discerning them.

Wesley suddenly realized that maybe that was the answer Sloane had in his mouth, and now no matter what, the only way to get out was to get it.

So Wesley could only wait patiently for the characters to be woven one by one.......