As soon as he stepped into the spatial crack, Mu Shaoan had already determined that this should not be a trap jointly arranged by those old immortals and viruses, because the other party was really not as powerful as he imagined. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just a backdoor that is consumed all at once, a secret passage that viruses use to invade the civilized world.

Such dark passages are everywhere in the mission world in the major war zones of the Chaos Base, without such dark passages, how can the virus invade so easily?

But because of this, it is easy for the virus camp to leak such a dark channel, even if the power is cut off, it will never be easy to start.

This time, it is estimated that the old immortals of the mysterious organization used a high price to persuade those viruses to forcibly open the secret passage.

But forcibly opening it like this is equivalent to completely exposing this secret passage, and it can only be used once.

When such a thought flashed, Mu Shao'an's whole person seemed to be struggling in a turbulent river, and all kinds of weak rules could be sensed on both sides of the river, in fact, they were all task worlds, space-time coordinates, and even he sensed the rule aura of his own sword and shield world.

It's just too weak, too far away.

And this illegal space-time rift is very unstable inside, he has to struggle desperately, desperately stabilize his body, trying to get closer to the shore, as long as he can get to the shore, it is equivalent to being able to enter a safe mission world.

Many of the survivors who stepped into the rift with him struggled, but as long as the resistance was weak, they would be swallowed and torn apart by the turbulence.

Mu Shaoan didn't care about choosing a certain mission world at this time, for him, even if he entered a mission world casually.

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed far away from the turbulence, and he could no longer sense the coordinates of the sword and shield time.

Suddenly, a turbulent current swept by, and Mu Shaoan clearly sensed the coordinates of a mission world, the world of "Dream of Red Mansions" from the seventh war zone, but before he could struggle to get closer, another turbulent current swept him away, and he could no longer sense the world of "Dream of Red Mansions".

The next moment, there were two familiar mission world coordinates, "The Legend of the White Snake" and "Dark Souls", but he still missed it by a little bit.

The turbulence rose again, Mu Shaoan struggled desperately, and suddenly three faint world coordinates appeared in front of him, judging from the induction, this should belong to a very low-level task world, but he was not qualified to choose to refuse, seize the opportunity, and rush into one of the mission worlds.

Feelings, this is the basic process of the virus invasion mission world.

It was pitch black all around, Mu Shaoan was not unconscious, he stepped on the ground, and he could clearly feel that his state had all recovered, but the world in front of him was a little weird.

The reason why he said it was weird was because he couldn't see the sky, and it was pitch black all around, so that he had the illusion that he hadn't struggled out of Cybertron yet.

"Who are you?"

A human voice sounded in front of him, very vigilant, there is no doubt that this is an uninvited guest who broke in from the turbulence of time and space like Mu Shao'an.

And there's more than one.

Laughing silently, Mu Shaoan asked rhetorically, "Who are you?"

There was no response from the other side, and there was no movement, and the man kept a distance of one hundred and fifty meters.

Mu Shaoan didn't care about him, just checked his attribute template, as well as the action log, and found that there was no intrusion description, which means that the network of this world has not been covered by himself?

After thinking about it, he took out the space-time anchor coordinates of the Sword and Shield World, and prepared to return to the Sword and Shield World, no matter how weird this low-level task world was, it had nothing to do with him.

"Huh, the IP address of the space-time anchor is denied access, what the hell?"

Mu Shaoan was stunned for a moment, and a trace of vigilance rose in his heart, shouldn't it, in his induction, this strange mission world at the moment is only D-level at most, and he himself has A-level permissions, so he can come and go.

What happened?

Putting away the space-time coordinate anchor, Mu Shaoan tried to open the territory stone space, and took out a bug leg from the StarCraft world, and after waiting for a minute, a compatible message appeared on his attribute template.

"Stating that the compatibility of this item with the world is 78%, it is approved, and the rule suppression is 12%. ”

This information shows that this world is not in conflict with the Zerg.

Next, Mu Shaoan put away the insect leg and took out a piece of pterosaur feces from the world of "Wizard Wild Hunt".

A minute later, a second piece of identification appeared.

"Stating that the compatibility of this item with the world is 82%, it is approved, and the rule suppression is 9%. ”

Mu Shaoan's eyes flashed, and he immediately took out a third item, which was produced from a Vulcan cannon in the world of "Transformers".

But this time, the identification information that appeared was different.

It is stated that the compatibility of this item with this world is 12%, and it will not be passed, and the rule suppression is 80%. ”

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Understood, this should be a world that is biased towards magic and zerg, monsters, and ghosts, but mechanical technology elements are not welcome, in other words, the power of the planetary-level heavy cannon he assembled in this world - well, it is just as powerful, who would let this be a world of D-level difficulty, even if the power is suppressed by 80%.

Next, Mu Shaoan didn't try anymore, he took out a huge searchlight, and put it on his shoulder, and the snow-bright light directly illuminated hundreds of meters.

Strangely, the darkness here was not pure darkness, but a strange black mist particle that filled the air, which could be seen by a searchlight.

"It's not going to be a labyrinth. ”

Thinking in his heart, Mu Shao'an strode forward, and soon a street appeared in front of him, the street was paved with bluestone, and the two sides of the street were all antique mansions, which looked as if he was in ancient times, but unfortunately, he couldn't see a single figure, oh, it wasn't quite right to say that, because there was another guy exploring silently one hundred and fifty meters away.

Ghost town?

The city is very large, the streets are open in all directions, but there is no exit to get out, and there is a black fog all around, there is no sound, no danger.

An hour later, Mu Shao'an met two people, the survivors who rushed in like him, they were also wandering around like headless flies, and they couldn't find an exit.

What's even more bizarre is that the directional guidance function attached to the Territory Stone is completely ineffective in this dark fog-filled ghost town.

"Do you think this is a conspiracy of the virus? It's weird that this is just a D-level low-level world, and it's too weird to trap three of us A-level masters here. ”

At this time, the person who spoke was called Gao Shuyou, who claimed to be a mercenary from the Fifth War Zone, who was familiar with him, and it was he who brought Mu Shaoan and another taciturn guy together.

There is no way, the three of them go around in the ghost town, and they will always run into each other in the end.

"Wait, whether it's man-made or whatever, it's always going to show your feet. Mu Shaoan said calmly, and now he is not in a hurry to leave.

The three of them each found a small courtyard with no one and waited patiently.

Sure enough, this ghost town was not without changes, and about ten hours later, a desolate bull's horn suddenly sounded on the city's head.

With the sound of this whining horn, the whole city instantly woke up, and the originally dark sky gradually turned gray and white.

The sound of rumbling footsteps, all kinds of shouts, even the cries of street vendors, the sound of horses' hooves, the crash of weapons and armor all came together.

And the streets that were originally empty all around, there were people in the small courtyard, but these people were all ancients.

It's funny and weird.

"Husband, please have breakfast. ”

Mu Shaoan was sitting in the small courtyard, and was surprised, when he heard a woman's voice behind him, which was not delicate, but very respectful and subtle.

He didn't jump in shock, because at this moment, he suddenly understood what was happening.

That's because he passed through the dark channel of the virus, traveled through time and space, and after entering this world, he was automatically turned into a 'virus' silkworm chrysalis.

That's how viruses invade.

Looking back, I saw a woman about thirty years old, dressed in coarse cloth, with a fairly beautiful face, standing there, and at some point she had transformed into an ancient Xiucai in a blue robe, with a mustache on her chin.

No wonder he couldn't leave before, it turned out that he was in the virus chrysalis.

Now it's out of the cocoon.,In an instant, you have a body that can hide from the world.,With memories that can confuse the surroundings.,These viruses are really extraordinarily powerful.,It's impossible to prevent it.。

It's a pity that he is not a virus, at this moment, Mu Shaoan finally succeeded in sensing the Sword and Shield World again, as long as he took out the space-time coordinate anchor, he could return to the Sword and Shield World within a second.

In this D-level world, he really didn't have any interest in staying in it.

However, before he could take out the space-time coordinate anchor, he heard a rush of footsteps, and the next moment the gate of the small courtyard was violently kicked open, and a team of big men dressed in the clothes of the servant rushed in, and the first person looked Mu Shaoan up and down for a few seconds and snorted coldly, "Zhuang Jiubo, your incident happened, come with us!"

What the hell?

Mu Shao'an was stunned for a moment, not because of these officials who suddenly broke in, but because he could see at a glance that these officials were all special standard anti-virus hunters, and the scribe with a goatee and a master dressed as a master followed by him, it was obvious that this guy was a person from the cleaner branch.

When did these anti-virus hunters and cleaners become so efficient at catching viruses and traversers?

After grinning for a few seconds, Mu Shaoan could only blink his eyes, sighed and said: "My identity number is S-1080, from the third war zone, my name is Mu Shao'an, may I ask you, what dynasty is it now, what year, which day? ”