"You say, would they like red, white, or black silk?" The black-haired woman looked up at the man who was boiling hot water with his eyes down.

The man heard her question and looked back.

The shredded hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and his expression looked unreal, but it seemed gentle, "They shouldn't like it."

The woman snorted, "You can't prove it."

The man was helpless, "You can clearly see that they don't like it."

She sighed, "Ah Jin, I just want them to see what they want to go to, the outside world."

He smiled, "Maybe they just want to guard this little world?"

The woman frowned slightly.

He changed the subject, "I always felt like you were nicer to them than to me."

She was stunned, "You... You're jealous of them?"

The man laughed, and took her hand with a very romantic cell, and he finished the unfinished words just now: "Even so, I will be better to you than to them."

She pursed her lips and smiled, pulling her hand, and bent her eyes to hug his waist.

He laughed too.

…

Not again.

This is already the fifth day.

Fu Jin stroked his forehead and got up.

Such dreams seemed to be extremely draining, and every time he woke up, he always felt a pain in the depths of his head.

Walking out the door, one of the missing persons, Elixie, returns. SHE'S ENGROSSED IN PLAYING DEATH STRANDING.

Fu Jin has had a lot of ups and downs in the past few days, and when he saw this scene again, he felt a little like a world away.

Alysy noticed him appear, "Morning."

"Early." Elysy had already spoken first, and Fu Jin was no longer polite, "Forced awakening ability for me, does the association have anything to deal with?"

At the beginning, he had already found him before he had awakened too much ability, and now that the descendants directly sent him to the origin of the world, what would happen?

Alysie raised an eyebrow, and she took the moment to look at him, "No."

No? Fu Jin was surprised.

「…」

Dead again.

Alysie snorted and turned back to look at Fu Jin, "The manager intervened."

"..."" Referring to the manager, Fu Jin was silent.

Elysy didn't know what she heard from Fu Jin's heart, and showed a slightly obscene expression, "Are your breasts big?"

"It's pretty flat." Fu Jin replied.

… I really saw it.

She touched her chin, "Because her black robe is so wide that her figure is not visible to her eyes at all."

"And then the inspiration can't be detected... After all, the graveman's black robe covers snooping."

Fu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, "The graver's black robe covers snooping?"

"yes." As she spoke, Alysy took a piece of paper and pulled it in front of her, then drew a picture on it with a pen to explain.

Five seconds. That's when she drew an explanatory diagram.

Monster. Fu Jin once again deeply felt the gap between people.

No matter how many times he saw it, he was still amazed.

"Ever heard of the Cloak of Invisibility? Scatter the light that hits the object so that it cannot be detected, and achieve the legendary 'invisible' effect."

"Understood."

"The black robe is the equivalent of an invisibility cloak for the grave. It is not protected against the naked eye, but it obscures the senses. In the induction, the person in the black robe is "blank". Right?"

Fu Jin furrowed his eyebrows, "... Does it have anything to do with the fact that the managers are always dressed in black robes?"

Alysie sat down around the table and opened a pack of polkadotes for herself, "This has nothing to do with the identity of the position, but the more you know how to prevent the leakage of your mind, the more regular the black robe will be."

"Generally, managers choose people who are good at this." Elysy cupped her cheeks, "There are some jobs that are only suitable for people with fixed qualities, aren't they?"

It's "fit" to do, not "can do". Fu Jin understood what she meant in an instant.

"Can any grave man be able to do the basic work of the association?"

"You're pretty quick to understand."

Utopia. This word appeared in Fu Jin's heart.

In that kind of society, everyone has great abilities, but they only live their own lives, choose the jobs that work best for them, and live their own different selves.

"But the premise is to overcome the rules of the world and break out of the chain of cause and effect." "It's all for naught," Elishi said.

"Moreover, as a person who has broken out of the chain of cause and effect, he has gone through so many difficulties, and most of them know how to play the rules of reincarnation."

There are many people in this world who are killed by their own intelligence. They possess "wisdom" but are trapped in the "wisdom" of the mortal world, and eventually wither and die.

Whoever can really go to the top... There is no one in 10,000.

The so-called "utopia" is built on the premise that all impurities are screened out, and the elite of the remaining elites is achieved.

Fu Jin's heart was a little depressed.

There are some things that may be the best, but they don't work for everyone.

…

"Boom."

The first one to drop is the Long Stick.

Alysy looked at the descendants, looking very surprised, "Descendants, you..."

Are you blind?

You didn't just "lend" the vision to him, you "grived" the whole eye?

Second, third...

"Dang." The sound of iron hitting the ground sounded.

She was the last. The weapon dissipated into a point of light when it was removed. The silver-haired girl in the black cloak withdrew her hand and fell to her knees.

The young man in a long black trench coat held out his hand.

The three of them, like some kind of recovered props, turned into points of light and submerged into the palm of his hand.

…

Fu Jin opened the door, and the house was empty, and the trio who had just returned was not there.

Not only is Elysie gone, but neither are the Tai and the descendants.

There was no note left in the house. Fu Jin estimated that it was now less than half an hour away from when he went out.

Go inside again and open the door. I saw a silver-haired girl standing on the balcony of the room. The glass windows were removed, the windows were wide open, and the curtains moved with the wind.

Fu Jin smelled the smell of blood.

The slender girl leaned against the narrow railing, she wore a wide black cloak, the black hood of the cloak was rarely removed by the owner, she looked up at the bright moon, her hair was rarely a little messy, and her pale face in a half-face mask looked fragile.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned around, "Fu Jin?"

Yes.

Noticing that she didn't have the giant scythe she was carrying, Fu Jin took a deep breath. I heard that the managers have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Hall, and if they appear, there will be an incident. And if they show up without weapons, it means that there is a big incident that is difficult to deal with.

- "The Doomsday Project has begun."

It's rare to wish I didn't have a hat, and I could read her heart, but it was such terrible news. Fu Jin was silent.

… Sure enough, there was something big.

"Go to the villa in the South District and save them."

Save?

"Tick."

Fu Jin heard the sound of water droplets falling to the ground and splashing.

But it wasn't that crisp, and the sound was more viscous than water, so it wasn't loud.

Willing to take a step forward.

She couldn't see it just now because she was standing still, she moved a step now, and Fu Jin found that there was a large pool of red new blood where she was standing just now.

He frowned, "You're hurt?"

"I'll be fine with myself."

The five elders of the association and the president of the association, and the nineteen first-level tombs of the Ming Tomb, are all administrators.

In other words, they are already the top combat force in the world.

Who hurt her?

Reading Fu Jin's question, her lips moved, and blood flowed out of her ears.

"Zero."

Unbelievable, could she have dragged a "corpse" to his house? Seeing her like that, Fu Jin always suspected that she would soon rot into a puddle of mud and fall, and when she moved her body, he could see that she was spasming in pain. But she stood there steadily, looking at him with clear consciousness and clear eyes, and even talking to him.

"What's wrong with them?"

"I'm dying. Or maybe it's dead." May answer.

Fu Jin sighed.

Some people's problem is that they speak too round, others speak too directly, and now he has a problem in front of him that clearly has the characteristics of both the former and the latter.

It's so concise that it goes straight to the heart and omits too much, so it's very difficult to understand.

"It means that he was taken away by the enemy, and his life and death are uncertain?" Fu Jin opened his mouth to ask her, while still thinking about the reincarnation of Formosa quite leisurely.

May the jaw be bowed.

"Where's the help?"

Willing to stretch out her hand, her fingertips hit Fu Jin's heart.

…