readx;?“ In my opinion, she was overly emotional. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Xue Ao said curtly with a wine glass.

I slowly turned around and looked at Xue Ao's face: "Xiao Xue, I'm very strange, why are you condescending to me?"

Xue Ao snorted, twisted his face, and avoided my gaze.

"Xiao Xue, I'm just an ordinary person, and I happened to be involved in the research of the 'Mirror Room'. If it weren't for Tang Wan and the Ghost Bodhisattva, now I should be staying in the old house on Qushuiting Street and tidying up my grandfather's relics. Jinan is a place where heroes from all over the world gather, I don't want to bluff and elevate myself to a position that can compete with the heroes of the world, it is all fake, raise high and fall hard, everyone understands. I am a native of Jinan, and I have known the truth of being an honest man since I was a child. Xiao Xue, don't hold me too hard, that's not interesting. "I go straight to the point and don't give the other party room to turn around.

Xue Ao turned the wine glass, and the wine in the glass shook violently.

His attitude towards me was confusing, and even when he opened his mouth to praise me, there were some complicated gloom flashes in his eyes.

"Say something, Xiao Xue—" I forced my gaze at him.

"Well, Mr. Xia, I actually don't have much to say. In this world, only the truly strong can get ahead. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, young people are all working hard, and the seniors are in danger, abdicating in various fields to make room for young people. I respect you because you are already recognized by everyone as a future star, whether you admit it or not. Jinan is a good place, outstanding people, geniuses, with a character like you, it will be difficult for others to get ahead. I have always listened to Master's words, because he has never missed them. Over the years, the overall situation of the country, the changes in shopping malls, and the chaos in the rivers and lakes have been disturbed, some people have taken office, some people have stepped down, some people have made a fortune, some people have gone bankrupt, some people have fled, and some people have been in power...... He saw it all clearly, and he said it to the point. Now, he says you can do it, and you can do it. Everything has a king, and I believe that you are the king of the future thaumaturgy. He also said that if I can follow you, the future will be bright and infinite, and I will achieve the cause of kingship. You say, should I believe him?" Xue Ao laughed again, his eyes flickering, meaning for a long time.

"I don't know, but I still have to thank the Lingshi for his love. I replied.

It is the dream of every young person to get ahead, but after all, only a few people become famous in the rivers and lakes, and most people still go through their lives extremely ordinarily and become a stepping stone in this society.

"You don't know, who knows?" Xue Ao asked rhetorically.

There is a word "proud" in his name, and his unintentional temperament is also arrogant. As he stared into my eyes and interrogated, it became clear to me that he was not a man who was willing to submit to his peers, and that all obedience and smiling were a last resort.

Now, I don't need followers, especially people like him.

"If you have a chance to go back and ask the Lingshi for advice, I really can't answer you. "I'll tell you the truth.

Xue Ao shook the remnants of wine in his cup and muttered.

"Okay, Xiao Xue, I've said everything I have to say. In any case, I have to thank you for letting the 'Mirror Room' dismantle the cabin on the seventh floor underground for Tang Wan's sake. If you don't open your mouth, I'm afraid that Qu Ling will have to speak a little more. I said.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon can't crush a snake on the ground.

Qu Ling came from the United States, and although he represented the "51 region", he could not convince everyone. After all, the "Mirror Room" has no subordinate jurisdiction relationship with the "51 Region", and the Ghost Bodhisattva and others still have to obey the orders of domestic investors.

Xue Ao didn't say who his master was, and I respected his privacy and didn't ask any more.

I sat down, took a big sip of wine, and then relaxed, ready to close my eyes and take a nap.

Since entering the "mirror room", wave after wave of strange things have hit, my nerves have been highly tense, and I am indeed tired.

If the ghost bodhisattva and the others can solve the problem within two hours, then thank God. Until then, I'll take the time to take a nap to at least recharge my strength for the rest of the fight.

As soon as I closed my eyes, there was a bang in my head, as if something had suddenly exploded.

Of course, it was just a fluctuation in my thoughts, and I was still sitting firmly in the swivel chair, with no movement on the surface of my body.

I felt that the world was torn apart and split in two, and the entire building of the "Mirror Room" fell in a straight line, falling into the abyss in an instant.

"It's the worst-case scenario, I couldn't have imagined it before. The reason is that I despise China's sleeping lion too much. Contempt is the most unacceptable mistake in war, and once I despise my enemies, I will fall into blind arrogance, and every step I take forward, I will be closer to the hell of death. Hell is terrible, but there is something more terrible than hell, and here it is, here it is......"

I heard an old, grief-stricken voice, both distant and close, strange and familiar.

There was darkness on all sides, and I couldn't see anything, except that it was falling faster and faster.

At first I heard only the sound of the wind, but all of a sudden, the sound of the wind changed pitch and completely changed to another strange movement.

"What's that sound?" I immediately stretched out my arms and salvaged in the void.

The sound is like the "gurgling" sound of an empty can bottle being thrown into the water tank, as it sinks, fills, and vents.

"I'm in the water, and the 'mirror room' has fallen into the water?" This feeling is really weird, because geologists have argued countless times that the underground of Jinan City is all limestone, and absolutely has nothing to do with the sea.

The "Mirror Room" is a huge building with at least seven floors underground, most likely twice as much as we can see. It is unlikely that it will fall into the deep sea, nor into a crack in the earth's crust. Everything I perceive right now is a horrible hallucination.

"Who's talking?" I asked, heading straight ahead.

The voice sounded hollowly: "This is it, this is it, a place more terrible than hell...... I swear that if I get out of trouble, I will kill them all, not one of them will be left, kill them all, and wipe out that race forever...... I have never hated a race so much, and I once longed for the light of true peace to shine on the earth, but they were the ones who instantly put me in a desperate situation, far from my home. If I were given another chance to be born again, I would no longer have the slightest mercy and kill them all, leaving no one alive......"

I don't know who is speaking, but this bitter racial hatred is chilling.

When it comes to racial disputes, one inevitably thinks of the "racial discrimination" of North American countries, where the white race thinks it is God's favorite and has a sense of superiority over other colored people from the beginning to the end.

As for the topic of "national slaughter", one must think of the brutal persecution of the Jewish people by the German Führer in World War II.

The man in front of him was full of hatred, and if he really had been in power, I was afraid that a massacre would be inevitable.

After World War II, the long-awaited peace prevailed for humanity around the world. The people of every country are disgusted with war, and every year on the anniversary of the anti-fascist victory in World War II, they will spontaneously gather to pay tribute to the heroes who sacrificed their lives for peace. At the same time, they prayed that peace would last forever and that war would never come again.

"Boom, boom", it was supposed to be three big explosions in a row, and three dark red sparks flashed in the darkness in front of me on the right, and they were gone in a blink of an eye.

Normally, only a large explosion that occurs underwater will take on such a dark fire.

I thought to myself, "So, did I really sink into deep water in my hallucination?"

It was too late, and just two steps in front of me, a light suddenly lit up.

Strictly speaking, it was not a "lamp", but an old-fashioned flashlight.

The beam of light emitted by the flashlight is not bright, and the aperture range is only the size of a cup. Moreover, instead of pointing the flashlight at me, it hit horizontally to the right and on a map.

Within two steps, my eyes were good enough to see the patterns on the ants' feet, so I could see the text on the map at a glance by the not-so-bright light.

It was a Japanese version of the world map, with countless bright red arrows extending from the Japanese map and shooting towards neighboring Chinese mainland.

I've seen this map, and it's exactly like the old one in the Fighting Room. The only difference is that the paper and text in front of me are brand new, and it should have just been drawn. As for the one in the room, it is old and yellow, and it is old.

"I'm in that room?" I was taken aback, and then I realized, "Even though I was in the same room, this illusion clearly took me decades ago, that is, the war years? So, who was in this room? Which important role was the Japanese military?"

"Who's there?" I yelled.

If I raised my voice and shouted in normal times, I would have been able to reach far away, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was blocked by something, weak and intermittent.

The flashlight's pillar of light trembled, then slowly turned, shooting at my face.

As a result, I looked down on what was in front of me even more, and just passively kept my eyes wide open and stared at the top of the flashlight.

The flashlight moved forward until it stopped half a foot in front of my face.

Since it can move, it must be in someone's hands.

It was half a foot away from me, and the man was standing in front of me. The terrible thing was that I couldn't hear the other person's breathing at all, and I couldn't feel the presence of any living object except for the flashlight and the dim pillar of light.

"Listen to me, turn off that flashlight first, and we'll talk. "I try to communicate with each other.

The flashlight didn't move, and the pillar of light shone into my eyes all the time.

This peculiar feeling reminds me of the "boiling eagle" method of the military and police interrogation department. When the prisoner's eyes are constantly exposed to bright light, the thoughts in the brain will be fragmented. In that state, whatever the interrogator asks, the prisoner will answer truthfully.

"Turn off the flashlight, turn it off!" I yelled again.

I am not a prisoner and do not want to accept such insulting provocations.