The origin universe, attached to the spiritual world of a certain singular latitude, is operating in an orderly manner under the action of a force of rules in the underworld, and the meticulous rules allow the trajectory to evolve the energy required for the spiritual world to exist, and the internal consumption of the supporting spiritual world is allowed.

Invisible gears are filled in this spiritual world, the gears intersect, run silently, and thousands of gears work together, generating a huge force, acting in the center of the gear shaft, and no one knows where this force will go, or what it will produce.

There is nothingness all around, quiet and terrible, gray-black fog, boundless, eternal desolation, the years are long, and there is a desolate atmosphere.

This is an ancient and vast existence that is tens of millions of light years away from the interstellar universe.

Twilight.

A ray of light descended on this space, the light was faint, as if there was nothing, as if in the dark night where the five fingers could not be seen, through the thick dark clouds, a touch of stars loomed, hanging in the sky.

After a few minutes, the light became brighter, and the stars that had been looming expanded to the size of the moon.

The bright moon is getting bigger and bigger, and when I walk in front of me, a floating island covering an area of 100 acres, a circular structure, surrounded by translucent glass, is presented in front of me.

Floating islands are oval-shaped, floating in this space, moving forward neither slowly nor slowly.

The shield is oval-shaped, buckled in this half-acre space, on the shield, wisps of golden runes, flashing from time to time, like a small snake, extraordinary agility, four long chains composed of runes, wrapped around the periphery of the shield, guarding around, maintaining the normal operation of the space.

The floating island is an infinite space, from the storage space, under various coincidences, born of a space full of vitality.

In the center of the floating island, a huge metal building covering an area of several kilometers illuminates the surroundings with a cold white metallic luster, and the surface of the metal building flashes with faint Ambilight runes.

On the side of the floating island, two antique, full of power, copper metal humanoids, towering on the ground, from the outside, metal figures, a man and a woman, expressionless, with a stern expression, standing on the ground, looking up at the sky slightly, solemn and solemn, like a saint pilgrimage.

To the east of the floating island, a small black tree, covered with green young leaves, with few branches, but it grows hideously and powerfully, and its dark trunk shines with a wonderful luster.

At dusk, the space not far from the small tree was rippling, like a calm lake, thrown into a stone, and the water waves rippled around, breaking the calm, and the waves were brilliant.

It grew larger, the size of a portal, and then a person walked out of this vague space.

The man is about twenty years old, his pace is steady, he walks across, and walks into this gray land, his expression is not confused, he seems to be very familiar with this place, he is not fat or thin, his eyes are gentle, his breath is capable, and the corners of his mouth rise slightly, it can be seen that he is in a good mood.

He held a snakeskin pocket in his hand, the pocket was tightly tied, firmly held in his hand, and after seeing the small black tree in front of him, he walked straight over, stood next to the root of the tree, opened the pocket, and a strong smell of blood type came to his face, and the man's face did not change, as if he was used to this choking smell of blood type, and the viscous blood fell on the roots of the small tree.

"Drop, Infinity Calendar, October 30th, Thursday, time, six o'clock in the morning."

The space resounded with a mechanical and then hollow sound, and then, the gray earth turned orange, and the cold earth began to be filled with faint vitality, and the half-round orange morning sun appeared on the horizon.

Feeling the warmth and vitality of the rising sun, Han Tie was delighted in his heart, this 100-acre space was created by Han Tie himself, collecting energy bit by bit, planning and growing, and Han Tie had a special feeling for this infinite space.

After feeding the Bitter Sea Tree, Han Tie closed his eyes and connected to Perfect World through Perfect World's special permissions.

In an instant, the perfect world appeared in the Hantie consciousness, a spiritual network world that was attached to the infinite space and expanded to the real world, with a unique permission, giving the Hantie God a perspective on the state of God.

Hantie is like an astronaut on a space station, in space, looking at the earth from afar.

The brain is automatically linked to the cold iron, and the things that need to be dealt with are passed to the cold iron for decision-making.

Browsing through the information, Han Tie noticed a directory of information, which was marked in red by Zhi Brain, this was the first time this was the case, and Han Tie read it with some curiosity.

After a while, Han Tie's heart was beating, and a wave of joy flowed into his heart.

With a stroke of his mind, he connected to the brain and retrieved an item teleported from another world.

A towing chain, trapped in a black videotape, appeared in front of Han Tie.

Han Tie took it in his hand, and it was cold in his hand, and the videotape seemed to be in the eighties, when digital television was not popular, and it was used to record video information as a carrier, and the videotape was packaged in a plastic shell with Japanese printed on it.

Han Tie, who was observing the videotape, felt a coldness, and his palm seemed to be clenching a piece of ice, cold and piercing, holding the thumb of the videotape, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and a foreign object invaded the palm.

"Sting."

A thumb-thick traction light fell from the sky, instantly swept away the videotape on Han Tie's palm, and tied it firmly, I don't know if it was an illusion, Han Tie heard a woman's desolate shout.

Han Tie couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, as the Lord of Infinite Space, he knew very well that the desolate cry just now was by no means an illusion.

The tape is sealed with a female ghost.

"Dr, please be cautious and pay attention to your own safety."

Zhi Brain's subsequent voice calmed Han Tie's slightly turbulent mood.

The spiritual strength of the original solution, the spiritual will of Han Tie is already different from ordinary people.

"Zhi Brain, call up the videotape real yàn number jù."

"Drop, the manager commands, executes. Video Tape Source, Another World, Teleportation Time, Earth Day, November 10, 2014, Teleporter, Samsara No. xxx. After testing, the videotape is immaterial, made of a special energy, the videotape has a soul energy reaction, and the strength of the soul energy is 36,524 times that of an ordinary human soul, and the soul contains a high-level energy protection. ”

"The first experiment, the soul energy was extracted, as a reserve of soul energy, the test result, failed, the soul power was ......protected by special energy, and the special energy could not be analyzed."

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"In the twelfth experiment, put the videotape into the origin universe, and the laws from the origin universe will repel it, produce annihilation energy, eliminate special energy, and then recover the videotape, analyze, and purify the soul energy ......."

Seeing this, Han Tie seemed to think of something, muttering to himself about the videotape.

"Brain Brain, access to the human Internet, online search for videotape movies, movie sources, Japan, search terms, videotapes."

After Han Tie's order was given, a second later, a movie video page appeared in front of Han Tie.

After browsing the video introduction, and then looking at the collection of the brain, the information of the other world, and the comparison, Han Tiexian was stunned, and the videotape in front of him was an item from a movie a long time ago.

"Midnight bell, Sadako."

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