At this time, next to the window in the middle of the twenty-sixth floor, a young man in a sweatshirt leaned against the window, holding a painting in his hand.

The painting was very large, and the front was full of all kinds of plants and flowers, and the full greenery had rushed out of the picture, turning into real vines spreading on the ground.

If you look closely, you will see that the vines do not grow in all directions, but through a film that is also a blessing tool, penetrating the ground and rushing directly into the ground, and the stems and leaves are intertwined and become a green mass.

The young man leaned against the wall, looking at the back of the painting with a calm expression.

Surprisingly, the back of the painting is not flowers and plants, but is full of black handsome, like a passage.

Those things are imprinted on the back of the picture like images, constantly changing as the vines extend.

The young man stared at the image for a long time, and finally as if he had waited for the right time, he took out a card from his sleeve and drew it in the air:

"Pen."

He said lightly.

"Click-"

Out of the card came a black sheep's hair.

The young man slowly picked up the brush that had fallen on the ground, raised his wrist, and scribbled on the vines.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

The brush conjured up a golden color, and the man used that color to trace a flower on the vine.

After the first flower appeared, the vines seemed to have received some command, and all the stems and leaves began to grow flower bones, and the golden flowers bloomed together, covering all the greenery in an instant.

The flowers weren't just plain golden yellow, but they were glowing, like they were going to illuminate somewhere.

The young man put down the brush, turned the painting over, and looked back, only to see that the place that had been dark before had now become translucent.

The overlapping architecture, the staggered docked rooms, the glowing windows in the unoccupied corridors – this is a miniature view of the interior of the building!

The young man glanced at the drawing, and when he found it correct, he tried to get a blank piece of paper and prepare to record all the rooms.

The cabinet with the white paper was on the other side of the room, and he had to get up if he wanted to.

In fact, he did, and the young man walked to the end of the room and took down a stack of white papers from a high-topped cabinet.

It was a white room, with white tables and chairs, white paper and cabinets, some sculptures of small soldiers on the ground nearby, and almost no furniture for the rest, just a sea of white, and even the light above the head was white and translucent.

The young man, accustomed to the style of the room, sat back in his place, picked up the paper and was about to draw it, when his eyes caught a glimpse of the image displayed on the paper, but the hand holding the pen paused.

He threw the paper aside, and picked up the painting in a daze, and for the first time a look of surprise appeared on Furui Wubo's face.

"It's ......"

I saw that in the corridor illuminated by the golden bouquet in the picture, a red villain suddenly appeared.

The little man was small, about the size of half a thumb, and though it was small, it was nimble, and its limbs stretched out rapidly, climbing up the vine like a lizard

Behind him, a small white flower man followed closely.

The young man sensed that something was wrong, but instead of immediately retracting his painting, he stared at the scene without blinking.

That little red man gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

At this time, the little red man had already led all the flower people to the vine.

It slammed its head into the stem, and the rest of its body slowly seeped into the vine, soon turning into a pool of red water, connected to the pipes that carried water and nutrients in the vine.

"Hula la la ......"

The red water flowed up the vine's pipe, and only an upward patch could be seen from the outside.

The speed of the red man's movement seemed to be very fast, from the appearance of the red man to the disappearance of the vine, it only took a few minutes.

When the red spot finally reached the top, the young man noticed that the painting on the back was wet with a red water stain, and although the image of the flowers reflected in the corridor was there, he could not see anything because of the water stain.

He touched the red water, and after hesitating for a long time, he took out a lamp from his sleeve.

The lamp is in a classical style, and three numbers are carved on the pitch-black base, and the number is impressive: 009.

The young man, or 009, pressed a button on the lampshade, and a screen suddenly popped up in the void in front of him:

[Your task is in progress, is it canceled?] 】

009 clicked no, and the prompt disappeared suddenly, and became a normal page.

Because after passing through a world, the energy of the Elysium has been strengthened, so the benefits of the employees are naturally indispensable, so in addition to the salary increase, it is to upgrade the infrastructure of various departments, and the soul trading department is naturally upgraded to the ferryman system.

After the upgrade, the ferryman system is getting closer to the smartphone, and all kinds of functions are also a lot, which is really a bit of a plug-in.

When the two worlds were handed over, all the ferrymen of the Elysium returned to the headquarters as soon as possible, so they did not experience the new apocalypse for the first time.

This is 009's first mission in New World.

The appearance of the red man just now and his quick movement reminded him of an idol he had always admired.

That man's skills also have such a trick.

But his idol is very low-key, and it is a well-known fact that he does not go out of the door.

So even if it feels familiar, he doesn't dare to assume that this is his idol.

In line with the dual mentality of not wanting to open the door and not wanting to pinch with the idol, he thought about it seriously and clicked on the Du Niang APP on the screen.

But what I didn't expect was that the progress bar couldn't be loaded for a long time.

[Dear ferryman No. 009, your mobile data has been overdrawn this month, please consult the customer service of the maintenance department for detailed traffic inquiries. 】

A system prompt popped up, causing 009's calm face to fluctuate again.

Oh, I forgot to say, the newly upgraded system functions are quite complete, but unfortunately you have to have wifi or traffic if you want to use it.

And 009 just forgot to charge the traffic before leaving.

He looked at the screen in front of him and felt panicked, but there was still no expression on his face.

009 opens the World Channel, which is the only place where you don't use traffic.

Ferryman No. 009: Does anyone know what the ruby on the Nightsong Mentor's ring looks like when it turns into a puppet?

"Ferryman No. 003": Ah, I know, I know, it's a red, human-like thing.

"Ferryman No. 083": Hey, Brother 009, why are you online today? I also know, I still have a picture here, do you want it?

"Ferryman No. 009": Yes, thank you, brother.

"Ding-dong-"

The picture was sent quickly.

009 looked at the red figure in the picture and frowned deeply.

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