The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The opening of a very popular and routine horror novel......

However, the people in the center at the moment do not have this desire to complain...... It was a man running wildly. Man running in the forest at night...... Panting like a cow, but not daring to slow down.

Because behind him, there are several monsters with terrifying bodies!

Their bodies were covered with bone spurs, and they were drenched in blood!

The man ran like crazy...... However, a figure stood in his way.

It was a behemoth, tall with purple wings and thick claws...... all interpret how to be a monster.

The man sat on the ground in despair...... The monster from behind pounced......

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Mystical space.

The space is like a transparent house...... Outside the house is a sea of redundant and orderly data. Anyone who casually enters this sea of data is likely to be crushed by the vortex of redundant data.

However, in the center of this sea is a neat and orderly piece of data...... This piece of data is densely maintained in a spherical area on the periphery, and this is one of the few pure lands in this messy data, and one of the few places where it can survive.

And this kind of place, we are used to calling: safe house.

Inside the safe house, Midori stood at the edge of the safe house, quietly watching the complicated data flow outside.

"What are you doing?" Bai smiled and joked, "Wait for takeout or wait for delivery?"

This one, of course, is a joke...... There are very few people who can walk sideways in the sea of data, and this kind of person is too condescending if he is in the food delivery industry......

In other words, asking the takeaway guy to come to this place to deliver takeaway is too demanding......

However...... There really is a person who stepped into the air from a distance! He is wearing a round courier clothes!

White: "......"

Are all the couriers who deliver them like this now?

The courier took out a letter and shouted in a hanging voice: "Upstairs, there is a courier, come down and pick it up!"

His body was completely nihilistic...... The redundant data stream hit him and just passed through......

This courier ...... It's really not an ordinary person's gift......

Midori walked out the door to pick up the delivery and looked at him with a smile: "Sometimes I really think about whether to kill you. ”

The courier sneered: "Heh, don't hide it, you just want to kill me and inherit my ant Huabei!"

"......" green smile is stiff, don't you feel uncomfortable using such an old stalk?

"By the way...... Bai opened his mouth to break the deadlock in their fight, "you can help me send a few letters." ”

The courier nodded, his eyes lit up: "Whip me once, I'll send you one." ”

White: "......"

Damn, I'm shaking M.

Shiro felt his smile stiff......

New York, USA.

A boy walks down the street with his hands in his trouser pockets and looks very thin......

The boy leaned in his peripheral vision to see a few thugs approaching him from behind with folding knives in their hands...... I confirmed that it was someone who wanted to rob it......

The boy considered it for a moment...... I think it's better not to cause trouble, just wait and speed up to get rid of them......

However...... At this time, he saw that the other party was carrying a rich man's snack - truffle chocolate ice cream!

The boy suddenly couldn't walk...... Staring at them with sparkling eyes...... of ice cream.

The thugs (for some reason many rich thugs in America) found out that the target had stopped, and their hearts were happy, and they pushed the boy from behind, and the boy was pushed into the alley.

The gangster at the head looked at him and threatened gloomily: "Boy...... Take out all the money you have, and don't play any tricks - I'm a big mess!"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy quickly punched the thugs, touched the ice cream, turned and ran.

Gangsters: "......"

Five minutes later, the New York police received a report that a notorious local juvenile robbery gang had robbed them of $25,000 (161,750 yuan) worth of chocolate truffle ice cream.

The New York police clapped their hands with a heavy heart......

The boy nibbles on the snacks of the rich man he has snatched, and his heart is happy......

At this time, a message was sent to his mobile phone. The boy glanced at the current time and mentally calculated the password corresponding to the current time...... After entering the corresponding password, you will be redirected to a website.

"Dear glutton,

Detected that you have committed another senseless heist in New York City...... and robbed $25,000 of ice cream...... Are you sick?

”

The payment is...... Jiang Beihai.

Those thugs couldn't believe it...... The people who just grabbed their snacks and ran...... He is one of the nine kings among the restorers: the fifth Shangqing.

The fifth Shangqing, because of the painting wind thief, is a ghost animal...... Be the last person you want to see in the restorer's cafeteria......

This person's specialty can be summed up in one word...... Eat.

His ancestors could deconstruct the data of an object with one hand, extract the data energy in it, and use it to expand their own data energy.

However, in his generation, for some reason, he had to eat things before he could deconstruct and transform them into his own data energy......

When his ancestors first saw him unleash his powers...... Near-myocardial infarction......

Union of Restorers, City A Headquarters.

Jiang Beihai looked at the screen and took a sip of wolfberry water: "The meeting continues." ”

It was a high-level meeting that took place online...... Because of the possibility of being monitored, the security team of the entire restorer worked overtime to maintain the secrecy of the meeting.

Of course...... There was no very important proposal for this meeting. The most important parts were negotiated beforehand. Came today, just to finalize some details.

1 day ago...... A letter appeared on the desktops of the upper echelons of all the large data consumer organizations, whether it was the Holy Inquisitor, the Restorer, the Plug-in, or some hermit family......

However...... The question is, what level of content is on the letter, and this group of people is so moved?!

To put it simply: the New York area is seeing large-scale data fluctuations...... There's a good chance an old safe house is about to come out.

Safe House ...... No organization has really mastered the safe house at the moment, so once it does, it's an asset to every organization...... Imagining a space that can be hidden at any time is equivalent to being able to flash and run away at any time.

So...... This bet is quite touching.

What's more, the safe house means that there are often a lot of ancient data energy weapons inside...... It is also an exciting asset.

Under the temptation of this profit, the restorer sent several teams...... Travel to areas where investigations have been found to have a huge data energy response.

Zhou Cheng closed his eyes, pulled down the blindfold, the plane's thrusters started, and the steel giant accelerated to high speed in a short period of time, broke away from the ground, and flew into the sky.

That's right, as a bitter force, this mission fell on his head...... For the rest of the summer vacation, he originally planned to spend it in a fat house...... Then he was sent out to deal with the moth.

"Mommy......" Zhou Cheng sighed and began to sleep...... As soon as you get off the plane, you probably have to work, and now if you don't sleep, I'm afraid it's not going to be a cool rhythm.

At the same time, a similar meeting was being held at the headquarters of the Holy Judge...... The final result of the meeting was a message on the liaison between Long Ying and the Arrow Tower: "Pack your bags and go now." ”

At the same time, the Long family, the Lin family, and the Jin family...... A large number of hermit families have sent their proud disciples to participate in this grand event......

The dark tides of all parties are surging together, like the silk threads of fate, and finally converge in the place of destiny.