The face of a middle-aged man appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and behind him, the infinite vast space was reorganized under the influence of a certain will, constantly changing, and cities like chips rose from the ground and then merged into a huge circuit.

The world has become a huge and orderly ranks of computing, and some kind of future possibility is being deduced.

Looking for infinite possibilities from quantum physics, chaotic computing will deduce the future of all things.

This is the world of the Prophet Warband.

"Mr. Nietzsche." Shen Feng grabbed the phone in his hand and whispered in a trembling voice: "I need help......"

The middle-aged man named Nietzsche shook his head: "You still have three thousand contribution records left." As a peripheral team, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. ”

"Nope! I still have! I still have 64,000 contributions! Shen Feng said into the phone like a madman: "I still have a lot of them!" ”

"Before the mission began, you used the 64,000 contribution records to exchange for seats for members of the six warbands, and accepted the core characters, and the seats will take effect after you complete the mission."

Shen Feng nodded, revealing an empty smile, "I don't want it anymore, I don't need these things anymore......"

Those contribution records were accumulated by all the people of the original fire, and everyone once shook hands and agreed to enter the [Prophet] warband together as core members, but now, there is no need for it.

The original fire has been destroyed.

Without a moment's hesitation, for Nietzsche, thinking could never consume a split second, and he agreed to this exceptional request.

"Then, say what you ask, Mr. Shen, the [Prophet] is at your service."

Under the white light, Shen Feng showed a hideous and poignant smile, and laughed emptily...... Ottoria slept in the dark, memories of the past washed down from the sky like black streams, so empty that she wanted to cry.

Nothing, nothing can be grasped, obviously close in front of you, but sometimes it seems like dozens of worlds away.

In the dark hollow, she slept in gray dreams.

Vaguely, she heard something talking, but she couldn't hear it clearly, and after I don't know how long, it was quiet again.

In the midst of the still, panicked hallucinations, a soft voice was speaking, warm and firm, coming from far away to shake her out of the gray nightmare, but she could not get out of the darkness.

In the void of nothing, the voice never moved away, familiar and gentle, calling her name.

Ottoria suddenly felt an unreal happiness, she felt that even in such an unreal dream, even if there was nothing, as long as the voice lingered in her ears, it didn't matter.

As long as it's like this, it doesn't matter if you're old, as long as you have that warm voice together.

In that nostalgic warmth, she fell asleep again.

All night, Bai Shuo sat beside Ottoria chanting, and the magic of the sutra came into her ears in bursts of muffled voices.

Ottoria's chaotic and restless soul wavelength finally settled, but never woke up.

When it was about to dawn, Bai Shuo sighed and got up from the edge of the bed and pushed the door open.

In the hall outside the door, Chen quietly flipped the pages under a lamp, and the glimmer of the morning light came in through the window, so quiet that it made people's hearts pound.

Demure and beautiful, even if he occasionally likes to play with a little temper and step on Bai Shuo's instep against the queen's skin, but this is the real Chen Jingmo.

A girl who can wait quietly all night.

Bai Shuo leaned over, saw the pages she was flipping, and was about to tease her girlish complex, but after his eyes skimmed the content, he suddenly shivered.

After stunting the cheating husband and tying him to the bed, there are two options at this time, you can make the body of the third person into a meal, feed him bite by bite, and tell him the truth; Or cut off his limbs so that he will never be able to leave you again......'

Is this Chen Jingmo's girly complex...... Bai Shuo shivered secretly, feeling that his future was dim...... What a terrible girlish complex!

Where did she find such a curious book!

Sensing Bai Shuo walking out of the door, Chen Jingmo raised his head and smiled at him, I don't know why Bai Shuo suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head.

Closing the page without a trace, Chen Jingmo stuffed the book back into his space.

At that moment, Bai Shuo saw a few big words on the spine of the book: 'How to Solve the Cheating Husband - Action'...... Hey, such a terrible book, is there still a series! Where did Chen Jingmo buy it from!

He pretended to know nothing and smiled, and asked, "What book?" ”

Chen Jingmo smiled innocently and slyly: "Romance novels, Jinjiang's, you definitely won't like them." ”

Hey, what kind of romance novels are so scary! And Jinjiang is very innocent, don't hack it! Where is there such a curious [***]...... That's right, I'm sure I won't like it...... With tears streaming down his stomach and complaining, Bai Shuo pretended to nod lightly, and made up his mind to pull Chen Jingmo back from the road of curiosity...... Otherwise, one day I woke up and my limbs were gone, it was terrible...... Moreover, why do you have a feeling of silence that is becoming more and more terrible, no, it must be an illusion, an illusion...... Just as he was about to say something, the door was opened with a key.

Since becoming a heroic spirit, Liang Chengcheng, who has been spiritualized through the wall every day and never walked through the door, actually honestly climbed the stairs to open the door?

Is the world really starting to break down?

As Liang Chengcheng walked, he walked into the door, and then immediately after, the small hand he was holding also appeared in everyone's eyes.

Following Liang Chengcheng's footsteps, the purple-haired little girl slowly appeared in their eyes.

Empty eyes, some unfamiliar but never-before-seen expressions, and the hair tied up with a red ribbon on the side of the ear ...... "intermittent...... Kirizakura?"

Bai Shuo looked at the girl in Liang Chengcheng's hand in a daze: "Why did you get her back?" ”

Liang Chengcheng looked at him directly: "I met Tong Yanye on the road, so I picked it up." ”

This one...... Can you also use the pick-up?!

"Wait, you say, the night of the wild goose?" Bai Shuo frowned: "Where is he?" ”

Bai Shuo was not so easy to forget things in his heart, and Shen Feng, who appeared with the berserker, ran away after dropping a lot of trash talk and gaining Bai Shuo's max hatred value.

As the master of the berserker, Jian Tong Yanye must have some kind of connection with Shen Feng.

Did he dare to appear in front of Team Hope? Bai Shuo began to suspect that there was a conspiracy in this thing.

"Where is he?"

Liang Chengcheng turned his head to look out the window: "Downstairs." ”

Half a minute later, Bai Shuo found the night of the wild goose that could no longer be called a human in the middle of the gap between the buildings, in the shadows without light.

Looking at the human figure in front of him that seemed to be about to collapse, Bai Shuo couldn't help frowning: "Who are you?" ”

The man lying in the corner of the wall raised his head, a smile squeezed out of his bloodshot face, and his voice withered: "As you can see, below is the master of Berserker, the night of the wild goose. ”

"Well, I can see it, it's a lot uglier." Bai Shuo looked down at him, expressionless: "Before killing you, let me ask for the time being, is there something wrong?" ”

A wry smile appeared on the face of the wild goose, he did not have the madness of not long ago, only the pain and helplessness of waiting for death: "Although it is presumptuous, but Sakura, please take care of it in the future." ”

This sentence was said to Liang Chengcheng behind Bai Shuo.

"What do you mean? This product is looking for door-to-door delivery experience to send girls? Bai Shuo turned his head slightly and asked Liang Chengcheng behind him: "How did you find him?" ”

Liang Zhengcheng picked his nose and eyes and said, "I sell mutton skewers on the street, and then he came to the door." ”

Although he couldn't understand what he wanted to do, Bai Shuo felt that things were getting more and more complicated, and he lowered his head to look at Jian Tong Yanye, who was already unrecognizable: "Reason." ”

The smile on his face became even more ugly, and as his muscles moved, his skin broke and blood spread, like a critically ill patient about to die.

"As you can see, I'm dying." He looked at his body gloomily: "The insect magic of the Maki family, the gnawing of the engraved insects, and the sudden change of physique, some inhuman transformations, have reached the limit, this is my last time, I finally got rid of the point of being wrapped in despair and resentment, and I can't continue to walk with Sakura." ”

"Why us?" Bai Shuo sneered: "Where is Shen Feng?" ”

"Shen Feng? He's already crazy......" The cracks in the body of the berserker continued to spread: "After the berserker died, he disappeared. I'm dying, I'm useless, and I seem to have been abandoned. ”

"Should I say you deserve it?" Bai Shuo said unmoved.

"Yes, it's my sin." The corners of his eyes cracked like tear stains, and his voice trembled: "But Sakura, she is innocent, as long as she can survive as an ordinary person, then I have nothing to regret even if I become a carrion." ”

"You haven't answered my question yet, why did you choose us?"

"Yan Feng Qili died at your hands, and my envoy demon witnessed it with his own eyes." Jian Tong Yanye looked at Bai Shuo's ugly face, shook his head and said, "I didn't tell anyone about this. Rin her, she is living well under your upbringing, I have seen it with my own eyes. ”

In Bai Shuo's helpless eyes, Liang Chengcheng turned his head to look at the corner of the wall, and muttered to defend himself: "There are many insects in the mountains, so I didn't pay attention." ”

"I've ...... There is no time to look for a better option. "The arm suddenly fell off his shoulder, and he fell to the ground with a sound like clay, and there was no blood in the cracked dry and hard tissue, only a dark wound full of holes and bones like ashes.

His body had begun to collapse, and his weak and weak heartbeat was clearly audible in his chest, and his hoarse voice was choked with a cry: "I jumped into this whirlpool, but I found that no one could save me, and the person I wanted to save was killed by my own hands...... Now it seems that the so-called salvation is just an excuse for me to deceive myself...... My life is meaningless......"

(To be continued)