It is an old English building, separated from the houses on both sides, the slender body reveals a strong church style, and the curvilinear Gothic spire seems to express some kind of artistic atmosphere, but the dilapidated and dilapidated disrepair makes the walls of the house crawl with all kinds of green plants.

On the side of the crimson wooden door hangs a small door number: 9 187th Street, San Francisco, Shaw & Associates. It is strange that there is an English building in New York, USA.

In the corner of the second floor, there was a shivering man, dressed in a dark blue suit and white shirt, with his hands tied behind his back, his eyes covered with a thick black blindfold, and a large apple in his mouth, the corners of which were stretched open because of the large size of the apple, were still oozing blood.

But the color of the blood was strange, not red, not solidified deep black, but a faint blue, dripping down the chin and slowly becoming clear, and finally turning into a clear liquid that was no different from ordinary water.

On the peach-willow wooden desk, piled high with paper, a young man in a black tuxedo, an exaggerated high-brimmed hat, and a stick in his hand stood with his hands in his hands, looking like a magician. Oh no, it would be rude to say that he was holding a stick, a magic wand with a super large turquoise crystal embedded in the end, at least, that's what the man named Killing Wind thought.

Killing Wind swayed his slender feet casually on the desk, his fingers fiddling with the metal nameplate engraved with "Xiao Ke", the corners of his mouth were full of evil smiles, his pale face was so handsome that he didn't look like a human at all, his skin was pure and flawless, there was hardly a pore visible, and his delicate facial features were neatly arranged in the golden ratio, as if he was a perfect man fabricated by God himself.

"Good guy, it seems to be pure gold, you are really rich, 'Xiao Ke' barrister~" Killing Feng's words were full of mockery, and he casually threw the nameplate of pure gold on the ground, and he held a stack of lists in his right hand, with about two hundred names on it, and also listed a series of detailed information such as identity, name, age, address, telephone number, etc., at the top of this article, there were several big characters written "MH371", of which the name in the penultimate line was particularly dazzling, Even if it's just a very ordinary word: ink burning.

"Hmph," Killing Wind sneered, "Okay, you Xiao Ke, you actually want to "eat" so many people's souls at one time, it seems that you are really hungry and crazy!" ”

After saying that, Killing Wind jumped off the table and kicked the tied man, who let out a painful whimper and fell to the ground.

Killing Wind looked at the corner on the other side of the room, where there was a thick and pitch-black shadow, "Gongnan, it seems that we are late again this time, and once the [God Coordinates] is dead, it will take another 100 years to reappear, right?" ”

Very suddenly, the shadow moved, and then a human figure appeared strangely, but it was still like a ghost, clinging to the corner of the wall, and the ghost named Gongnan shook his head slightly, and said: "Don't worry, Killing Wind, [God Coordinates] is not dead, although it is very surprising, but he survived, it is really a great luck in misfortune." ”

"Hey, so it's not too late for us to come? This guy named Xiao Ke really took great pains to collect so much human information at one time. ”

"This guy is smarter than the Sky Clan we met before, the plane crashed, the survival rate was already very low, he led the passenger plane to the sky over Los Angeles, so even the humans who can incarnate into super mechs have no chance of survival." Gongnan stepped out of the shadows, his body detached from the darkness as a handsome, resolute-looking middle-aged man who looked a bit like Schwarzenegger.

"Hmph, it's also your bad luck, the guy from the Sky Clan, if it weren't for our [coordinates] in your list, maybe we wouldn't have been able to find you," Killing Wind sighed, "It's a pity that it's still too late, so you erased the world's memory of this airliner, fortunately, ......"

"Fortunately, [Coordinates] will not die." Gongnan took over, "Everyone on MH371, including the airliner itself, has been erased, and people's memories of them will be faded until they disappear completely. ”

Remnant Miao nodded, this is the unique ability of the Empty Clan, which can suck human souls in a specific immortal and demon enchantment, and completely erase this person's existence from the universe, including the traces of his previous existence, will disappear completely.

Gong Nan continued, "The Empty Clan's abilities are very tricky, so tricky that we can't even find a way to crack it, so we can only stop it before they can [erase] the human race. By the way, how are you going to get in touch with Coordinates? ”

"Contact? Haha, that's not my style, I don't need to take the coordinates away, and I don't even need to tell him that he is anything special to ordinary people," Lu Feng said with a smile, "Do you know that there is a super large celebrity charity auction ball in New York in a few days, and all the dignitaries from the entire solar system are present......"

"Getting to the point!" Gongnan interrupted in confusion.

"There's a very special auction item on it, guess what?" Killing Wind said with a grin.

"I don't know, I never care about boring things outside of tasks and missions."

"Hey, don't be so boring, Gongnan, what do you think of the information I work so hard to collect every day."

"I never found that information particularly useful." Gongnan said with a smile on his face.

"It's always useful, okay?" Killing Wind was obviously very dissatisfied with Gong Nan's attitude, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and his fingers slowly turned the magic wand, "There is a thing called the Soul Stone, which is actually the Ancient Sealing Stone. ”

"The Stone of Seals?" Gongnan was stunned, "Do you want to ......?"

"That's right, I want to seal the coordinate mark on his body, otherwise, there will be countless empty guys like 'Xiao Ke' who want his life."

Gong Nan spread his hands and said a little helplessly: "Sealing his coordinate mark, you can completely use the sealing stone we have at hand, and just spend a little bit of your energy?" Why do you make such a big bend to get the seal stone of the auction? ”

"Please, don't be so stereotypical, okay? What's the fun if I come by myself? A life that has been prescribed by others is not fun. Moreover, you got one thing wrong, it's not that I'm going to find the Sealing Stone, oh no, you see I've been confused by you, humans call it the Soul Stone. I'm going to coordinate myself to find that thing, and when he gets close to the Soul Stone, the coordinate mark will naturally be sealed, and no one will notice it. We only need to make rules, we don't need to teach children how to play step by step, you know, Gongnan~"

"In the face of the strange logic of the killing wind, Gongnan was speechless, don't look over, just don't bother to theorize, you can't discuss the results with pure SB, this guy is just like a child, his brain is full of play, and he can't afford to bring it.

"Whatever you want, but this is a very critical ninth god coordinate, as long as we gather twelve to complete our historical mission, if this coordinate dies, you will be fully responsible for the extra 100 years of waiting!" Gongnan couldn't help but warn in the end.

Killing Wind didn't pay attention to Gongnan's threat at all, although it was said that he could retire with twelve coordinates, but how could it be so simple, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and I don't know how many clansmen and ancestors have been sacrificed, and the coordinates have never exceeded ten.

Every time the ninth or tenth appears, the first one has already begun to die, and the longevity of human beings has become one of their biggest obstacles.

What's more, the eleventh and twelfth coordinates are the most ethereal coordinates, so much so that for thousands of years, Killing Wind has wondered whether these last two coordinates really exist in the universe, or if they are hidden in other parallel planes or even higher dimensional spaces, this qiē is a mystery, at least so far, it is a mystery.

"Hehe, Gongnan, 100 years is very short~ Since you have no opinion, then do what I say!" After he finished speaking, he pressed an envelope-like thing on the table, and when he raised his hand, the surrounding light also returned in an instant, and the lights came on one after another.

But, where are the figures of Killing Wind and Gongnan? Even lawyer Xiao Ke disappeared out of thin air, no, the big puddle of transparent liquid in the corner seems to be the only evidence that someone has ever stored in this world, but unfortunately, no one can find this evidence, because it is really just an ordinary puddle of water, which will slowly evaporate into the air over time.

On the table, lying quietly was the invitation with a gold trim and engraved with a platinum tulip:

Sunset Dinner & Soromins Charity Auction!

You are cordially invited to participate, please be sure to visit in person, dear ones

Ink burns!