2732 A.D., Human Realm, Country A, Evansus, Clamar City, Eastern Suburbs.

In a garbage dump 0.5 kilometers from the slum, an old man in tattered clothes is scavenging.

The old man took a stick and dragged it around the garbage heap, scolding in his mouth, "The son of a bitch, I haven't picked up anything of value today."

Suddenly, the stick in the old man's hand made a "drip" sound, he looked happy, threw the stick to the side, and dug up the garbage in front of him with both hands. Almost digging up the pile of garbage to the bottom, the old man picked out a palm-sized black square box.

"Oh my God, it's an old-fashioned storage container!" the old man was excited. He flipped over and found a button on one side of the box, pressed it without hesitation, counted for 3 seconds, and threw the box into the open space in front of him.

The box began to glow, and the air around it twisted strangely, and then with a bang, the box was gone, and a tattered motorcycle appeared on the ground.

The old man walked over and checked back and forth, and suddenly kicked the motorcycle down, "Fake! It's a bad thing! Bai Tem has been happy for a long time!"

He shook his head, picked up the scavenging stick, looked down at his watch, it was not early, he planned to finish today's work and go home to sleep.

Just as he walked to the edge of the garbage dump, there was a blazing light suddenly behind him, and the old man looked back, almost blinded, and quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The light cleared, and a man appeared, dressed in strange clothes, with his upper and lower body connected, black and clinging to his body, with no buttons or zippers, holding a coffin-sized metal box in his right hand and tapping the communicator on his ear with his left hand.

"Sanchez, send someone to pick me up, the eastern suburbs dump. ”

"Mr. Wells, is the mission accomplished?"

Wells was a little impatient, "Do you think I'll come back if I mess up?"

Sanchez's voice was a little delighted, "Okay Mr. Wells, I'll pick you up right away!"

Wells turned off the communicator and stretched out his index finger to the old man on the edge of the garbage dump, and the ring on his index finger shot a blue light and flashed in front of the old man.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then slowly fell back, and there was a charred hole in his eyebrows.

Wells blew on the ring, his usual action after each killing. He put down the box in his hand and turned around. Behind him was a human-tall metal ring lined with delicate electronic components and intricate wiring, and he clicked one of the many buttons, and the ring slammed away, turning into a cylindrical storage device the size of a lighter, which he picked up and kicked into his pocket, sat on the box, lit a cigarette, and smoked.

When the cigarette butt was about to burn the filter, a hovering car drove into the garbage dump, and a tall middle-aged man opened the driver's door and jumped out.

The middle-aged man walked up to Wells, glanced at the large rectangular box under his buttocks, smiled and nodded, "Congratulations, Mr. Wells, you will have a year of vacation to enjoy the silver sand beach and blonde beauties."

Wells flicked off his cigarette butt and sneered, "Hmph, Sanchez, you're so worried that you're coming to pick me up in person?"

Sanchez spread his hands helplessly, "You can't blame me, you have been lurking for five years this time, and the organization is even worried that you have died over there, and besides, how important this thing is to the progress of the plan, I don't need to reiterate it, right?"

Wells didn't say anything more, picked up the suitcase and got into the car with Sanchez.

From Angela back to Earth, and then out of the Valley of the Worms, to the portal to Hell, you must pass through the Palace of the Worm Emperor. Tussauds returned to the hall on the ground floor of the palace through the pillared passage, and the main entrance of the hall was the exit to the palace.

All she had to do was walk out of the gate, out of the valley and not far to the west, to find the cave where the portal was. But the few steps from the center of the hall to the door, she walked with great difficulty, even without a heavy headdress, no cumbersome long tail, she still felt that the long skirt of the wedding dress was very tight, strangled her legs, and could not take a step.

As she was about to reach the door, the slower and slower pace finally stopped completely, and she stayed where she was, not knowing what she was thinking.

She suddenly raised her head to look at the ceiling of the hall, as if trying to see through the barriers and see someone in a room on the top floor of the palace.

There were a lot of servants and maids in the hall who were busy everywhere, cleaning up all kinds of things that had been smashed by the Worm Emperor and made a mess. Tussaud witnessed all this, and weighed in her heart which was more important, her wedding or Zagara's safety. Even if the latter is more important, a slight delay for the wedding is not too much.

She sighed faintly, "Just this once," and turned away from the doorway, walking towards the staircase in the corner of the hall.

In the room after the worm, Ding Jiayi was still desperately looking for a point in his memory, a point that could match this strange smell in the air. The task was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, but it was the only hope for now, and he had no intention of giving up.

He had already scratched his hair into a mess, and he was still tirelessly tugging at the mess, pulling it so intently, that he didn't feel a woman standing at the doorway.

Du Sha had mixed feelings in her heart, and when she saw Ding Jiayi's appearance, she pitied him very much. But thinking that he became so crazy for other women, and even abandoned his own wedding, she couldn't suppress her hatred. Of course, she also felt that she was a little cautious, otherwise she would not have come back to look at him again.

As long as you look at me too, she thought, and I'll forgive you.

Please, look at me.

The people in the house were anxious for his woman, and the anxious woman was watching him from outside.

From last night to now, in just one day, Tussaud feels like a world away, with a sense of unreal absurdity. I have fallen from [asking for a step but not being able to] to [asking for a glance but not being able to], why do you want to practice yourself like this?

Once again, tears flowed uncontrollably, and Tussaud finally made up her mind and turned to leave.

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When Ning Xiaoqian arrived, Tussaud had already left.

It's not that she doesn't want to chase, but everyone has their own ideas, and she doesn't know what to say when she catches up.

She gently sat down beside Ding Jiayi, stretched out her hand to soothe his back, and wanted to open her mouth to comfort her, but she retreated every time the words came to her mouth.

She wanted to ask, Zagala had been missing for a day, why didn't you look for it, why did you sit here and feel sorry for yourself.

She also wanted to ask, the wedding is about to end, why are you leaving, why don't you leave early or late, but when you are only one step away.

But in the end, these questions all turned into a warm and soft slender jade hand, which fell silently on his back, trying to transmit a little strength to him, even a trace of it.

Silence is not Ning Xiaoqian's character after all, her silence is always very limited.

"Don't do this, okay? It's useless to be anxious, it's better to calm down and think of a way, I don't believe that Gala will disappear for no reason, and you don't believe it, right?"

"Sasha, you don't have to worry, she's just insecure, just let her calm down alone, I'll go back and persuade her, she will come back to you." ”

"I believe that Gala will be fine, at least there will be no danger to his life, the vitality of the Zerg is very tenacious, how can it be so easy to kill?"

A flash of lightning suddenly exploded in Ding Jiayi's brain, he seemed to have caught something, he slowly turned his head to look at Ning Xiaoqian, his facial features were a little hideous and terrifying.

"What did you just say?"

Ning Xiaoqian was startled, she had never seen him with such an expression, "I said...... You don't have to worry about salsa......"

"Not this sentence!The last sentence!" Ding Jiayi rudely interrupted her.

I said...... Gala will be fine......"

"No, no, no! last sentence!" Ding Jiayi grabbed Ning Xiaoqian's shoulder and shook it.

“...... How can the Zerg be so easy to be killed......" Ning Xiaoqian was stunned, afraid that if he didn't say it right, he would go crazy again.

"Zerg ...... Slay...... Insect...... Kill...... Kill...... Insect...... Insecticidal...... agent?"

Ding Jiayi's eyes suddenly widened, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the air in the room tremblingly, "This smell is an insecticide!"

Ning Xiaoqian didn't understand, "What is an insecticide?"

Ding Jiayi's eyes narrowed, "Of course you don't know, there is no such thing in hell, and this is the empire of the Zerg, let alone it!"

"Where is that?" Ning Xiaoqian asked.

Ding Jiayi's eyes widened again, turning a pair of eyeballs into pitch black, and fiery red horns protruded from his head hideously.

"People - ——!"