The core of the main god space, the deputy brain, is putting a large number of second-level printing reporters into the low-level fantasy space to open up the wasteland.

After parsing the fantasy space to 60% by killing, exploring the plot, etc., you can use the fantasy space to perform radiant emission imprints.

It's a pity that there is no master of space and strong thugs to go down in person, and these Indian reporters who are generally only one and two products are very slow to open up the wasteland.

At present, there are only a few miniature fantasy spaces that meet the requirements.

Suddenly, a large number of first-class Indian reporters directly connected, followed by Lu Shuai's instructions. Specify that these are non-commissioned officers of the Blood Dragon Army, and that a screening test is to be conducted.

"Hey, hey, hey!" After reading the information, the deputy brain smiled and clicked on the surface memory of these first-class printing reporters.

After all, he is a first-class Indian reporter, and there is only so much he can see.

After reading the superficial memory, he picked out all the people who had frequent contact with the people of the sect, put them aside, and marked them as: First gear nirvana.

These are the condemned prisoners, and they were executed immediately.

Then classify the remaining people by the linked fantasy spaces:

If the fantasy space of the link is mostly related to the legend of the sect, it means that this person usually admires the sect, or subconsciously has the intention of leaning towards the sect, and it is marked as a second-level danger, which is basically a reprieve.

If the linked fantasy space has nothing to do with most of the sects, and is marked as third-level security, these will be regulated for the time being.

This is a special application of fantasy space, which can be used to deduce personal interests, hobbies, privacy, subconscious tendencies, etc.

After the binning was completed, the deputy brains took the opportunity to put everyone into their own most impressive fantasy space for testing.

Including the batch of death row prisoners, they were also put together, and by the way, the wasteland was opened!

"It's all manpower! To be able to exploit once is once! Can't be wasted! The deputy brainchild said so thoughtfully.

……

It was late at night, the moonlight shrouded the land, and in a small village by the meandering river, people and animals were already asleep.

On the side of the road at the entrance of the village, Fu Baolin, the commander of the Blood Dragon Army, suddenly woke up, and a fierce spirit crawled up, and looked around vigilantly, "Where is this?" How did I end up here? I remember I was in the tent......"

His mind was confused for a while, so that Fu Baolin couldn't remember what had happened.

He only remembered that he was resting in the military tent, and suddenly he came here, could it be a dream?

When he turned back and saw the village, Fu Baolin's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs on his body stood on end, which was an unforgettable scene in the deepest part of his memory: "...... Fushan Village? ”

He jumped up frantically and rushed into the village, looking around.

The village was quiet, but with his soldier's acumen, he could clearly hear the snoring of the old Orion's stall like a wild boar arching over the earth.

Bursts of blood surged into Fu Baolin's head.

The old camphor tree at the entrance of the village is still there, the village is as new as new, and the people in the village are still alive, what is going on?

Am I really in a dream?

"Woo Woo ......"

Suddenly, a dog barking that can only be remembered in a dream came fiercely, and Fu Baolin's face was happy: "It's the pot head!" ”

There are many dogs among the mountain people, and they are good at hunting at home, and they usually eat with the mountain people and are regarded as family members.

Fu Baolin's dog is white, but the dog's head is as black as the bottom of the pot, so it is named "pot head", which is extremely clever.

"Woo ......" Suddenly, a scream of an animal being injured came, and then there was no breath.

"Who?" A loud shout.

'This voice is so familiar! Fu Baolin was shocked and hurried home.

Turning the corner, I kicked something, and when I looked closely, it was a black dog's head.

"Pot head?!"

Fu Baolin was terrified in his heart and looked up at his home.

I saw a tall and thin black figure in a long robe standing in the courtyard of his fence, holding a sleeping child in his hand.

A sturdy man was standing at the gate with a hunting bow in his hand, and he raised his bow and shouted angrily, "Put down my child!" ”

The loud voice vibrate, and the surrounding villages and neighbors began to hear sounds one after another.

"These pigs, what kind of dog do you have to raise!"

Listening to the sound of the surrounding villagers squeaking the door open, the black shadow shouted in displeasure.

Suddenly, he threw the child in his hand, and the black shadow pounced straight at the strong man, "You are also a stupid person!" Shouted out! Then I'm going to kill you! ”

The old man opened his bow and shot angrily, and the arrows were like meteors.

The black shadow flashed easily, and then slashed the strong man's neck with a palm, and the palm of his hand was like a knife, directly splitting the strong man's neck into a weird angle, lying on the ground and shaking and twitching.

"Daddy!" Fu Baolin's eyes were red, and he drew his knife and rushed towards the black shadow.

"Huh? Where did the eagle dog come from? Dare to meddle with the gossip of Fengyuemen! "The black shadow's face is covered with a black scarf, his eyes are as bright as the morning star, and he obviously has a very high level of internal cultivation. The palms are like wings, flying up and down, like giant wings fluttering, and they are extremely powerful.

Although Fu Baolin also has a second-grade peak cultivation, his exercises are obviously inferior to the black shadow, and the long knife in his hand is still killed, and he retreats again and again: "No, this kind of palm technique!" You're not from Fengyuemen! ”

"Who? There are thieves! Come on! ”

"Strike the gong! There are thieves in the house! Wake up quickly......"

Around, there were mountain people waking up, draped in their clothes, holding scythes and hoes, and shouted and leaned towards this side.

The mountain people have few people in each village, and they can only survive if they unite and help each other.

"Tsk! Not interesting! The black shadow looked around impatiently, like a human looking down on the ants, "Every time I see these pigs shouting indiscriminately, can I deal with the tigers by shouting a few more?" It's just that more people died. Why don't you understand? Why can't we be smarter? ”

"Kill a lot of people again! Can't you be smarter? The black shadow suddenly turned into a giant crane that soared into the sky, swooped down, and slashed with its giant wings, killing the first dozen or so mountain people in an instant.

Old stall head, Uncle Fu, Uncle Chen Lin...... Familiar faces with frightened, twisted, weeping, and pleading expressions turned into dead bodies before his eyes.

Fu Baolin stood in place, motionless, just a sentence echoing in his ears:

"Can't you be smarter?"

"Fu Baolin! Can't you be smarter? A set of leg methods practiced for three days and didn't get started? ”

"Fu Baolin! Can't you be smarter? The inner door is the sky to us, and the inner disciples are the heavenly people, and if you get into trouble, the sky will fall, can you stand it? ”

"Fu Baolin! Can't you be smarter? You can't grasp the opportunity to reach the sky in one step, you waste! Get out of here! ”

The reprimand still echoed in his ears.

Fu Baolin stiffened and opened his mouth: "You are a teacher...... Father? Fairy wind crane - Wei Caining! ”

"Huh? Look at your intellect! I thought I had met a smart man! It's a pity that ......" didn't expect to be recognized, and the black shadow simply ripped off the face towel, revealing a delicate and elegant middle-aged face.

It is the deacon of the outer gate of the Immortal Spirit Sect, his mentor, the fairy wind crane - Wei Caining.

"If you are a smart person, you should keep your mouth shut at this time, and you should pretend not to know if you know, and even gouge out your eyes, cut off your tongue, and kneel and kowtow to seek a glimmer of life, this is the way to survive for pigs!" Wei Caining clapped his hands, suddenly dodged away, and ordered, "Wait here!" ”

Wei Caining rushed into the doors of each house like a ghost, and killed the women and children who were still at home one by one......

Fu Baolin walked into the courtyard in a daze, and turned over the child who was still unconscious on the ground, and his childish face was very similar to him.

Nineteen years ago, ninety-four people in Fushan Village, mysteriously disappeared, no life was returned, became one of the mysteries, and was designated as a hidden ghost and a terrifying person by the nearby villagers, and it was spread in the county and became a famous strange story.

The only survivor is Fu Baolin.

He was led into the Immortal Spirit Sect by Wei Caining, and then failed to be promoted to the third grade, missed the inner gate, and was sent to the Blood Dragon Army as a secret agent......

According to his master, he was caught up and down in the river, and he rescued him on the way.

But...... What is this scene in front of you? Is it really just a dream?

"Not bad! It's obedient too! ”

According to the number of heads, confirming that there was no living mouth in the entire mountain village, Wei Caining returned to the courtyard, saw Fu Baolin who was still standstill, nodded with satisfaction, and casually pulled a small coat on the shelf, wiping his bright red hands.

Fu Baolin glanced at it, and remembered that it was a new clothes that his father had asked for a long time when he was a child, and his father went into the city to buy new clothes for him.

"It's a pity! I'm in a bad mood today! The corners of Wei Caining's mouth showed an evil smile, and the feeling of manipulating other people's life and death made him enjoy it very much, "You still have to die!" ”

In this world where martial arts are purely respected and order is corrupted.

In the eyes of the strong, in addition to having special value, the only criterion for the survival of the weak is the mood of the strong!