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Now, what Yan Fohai has done is such a cruel and efficient thing.

I believe that he has already grabbed a lot of information from Mr. Mo's mind, and he has adopted the dexterous method of "four or two thousand pounds", and does not deliberately force it, but pushes the boat along the river, and when Mr. Mo launches an attack with all his might, he avoids the real and attacks the weak, and succeeds in one fell swoop.

He is proficient in the "Soul Restraint Technique", which in my opinion is stronger than the Star Absorbing Dafa, and the spiritual raiding of the enemy is more thorough.

"You succeeded. "I sincerely express my admiration.

Yan Fohai's body was motionless, only his eyes continued to rotate, which was the subconscious manifestation of the high-speed operation of his brain.

"Don't ...... Nervous, I'm analyzing Mr. Mo's ...... Memory bank to see if you can find a ...... to enter the mirror room Efficient method. I have to control the Mirror Room, King Qin has too many ideas of super high value, and I have to realize them through the Mirror Room...... Mr. Mo has left too many spare bodies in the mirror room, and if it is fully operational, the efficiency of the mirror room will be at least ...... A thousand-fold increase, equivalent to the sum of the energy of a hundred spaceships. You can do anything then...... Reversing time, reversing space, reversing the course of humanity...... There are so many that it is almost equivalent to sitting on the throne of God, overlooking all the living gods, holding the scythe of judgment in hand...... How good, how good, among the 'Three Ghost Kings of Garden Horror Dreams', he is the one I admire the most...... He is a real super wise man......" These words were obviously in the tone of Yan Fohai, but they came from Mr. Mo's mouth.

Mr. Mo is proficient in the "puppet technique", but this time he has become a puppet of the sea of words.

Just now he ordered the gunmen to retreat, which was naturally the "instruction" of Yan Fohai.

Gradually, all the dust in the air settled, and the fragrance of trampled grass wafted again.

Grass is the only plant with vitality in the wilderness, wildfires are inexhaustible, spring breeze blows and grows, and generation after generation struggles to survive.

Every time I see weeds and roots, my heart is filled with the drive to improve. The upper class has the lifestyle of the upper class, and the grassroots class also has the way to improve the grassroots class. I firmly believe that people with lofty goals and down-to-earth will always find their own path to success, stand on the stage of success, and shine.

In today's Jinan City, the big guys sang and I appeared on the stage, and each used all their skills to break the air fighting method, and staged a big drama of killing and decisiveness.

Only the grassroots who survive silently like me can live cautiously and carefully in the role changes of the audience, actors, actors, and audiences.

In my perception, the mirror room can intelligently decompose the human life soul, which has built an unprecedented super bridge between the two unrelated worlds of physics and metaphysics. In the long run, the so-called spiritualists, the impermanent, will all lose their jobs, because the mirror room has replaced their jobs quickly, well, accurately, and completely.

According to Yan Fohai, if the work efficiency of the mirror room is increased by a thousand times, then everything in the world except for single-celled animals will be included in the analysis of the mirror room, and human beings will have nothing to hide, and their minds and bodies will be infinitely transparent.

Yan Fohai slowly turned around and faced me.

His eyes had turned red, but they were hollow, as if he were looking at me, and at the endless wilderness behind me.

"To control the Mirror Room is to control the history and future of the earth for 5,000 years. On this basis, if one more person like Mr. Mo can be found to make it more functional, then—" He raised his hands and looked up to the sky, laughing arrogantly, "I will be...... The Lord of the universe, the Lord of all things, in heaven and on earth, I am the only one...... Hahahaha......"

He had fallen into a state of madness, the crimson of his eyes spreading outward, and his entire face had changed color. Moreover, his raised palm had turned dark red, just like when Mr. Mo was scorching the engine.

I couldn't help but take a step back and secretly build up my strength just in case.

After breaking away from Yan Fohai's palms, Mr. Mo slowly fell, covering his heart with both hands, and gasping for breath.

"Work with me, be the second in the world, and the only one in the world. Under one person, above seven billion people, the power is rich and noble, and there is no end ......to it," said Yan Fohai.

In this wilderness, he spoke loudly and bluntly, saying whatever he wanted, and making people laugh like the murmur of a madman.

I couldn't laugh because I knew that what he was saying was the truth, and that it would happen step by step until the world was a different place.

Thaumaturgy changes the world, and whether the world believes it or not, what should happen will happen.

"Cooperate with me, bow down to me, praise me, and my glory will shine on the land of the Central Plains -- under the whole world, it is not the king's land; Hahahaha, that's right, the world and the earth, all the lakes and the four seas are mine. The future of all living beings is in my hands. He raised his head proudly, although his feet were still in the dirt, but the momentum was already equivalent to that of an emperor who ascended the throne and sat in the palace and ruled the world.

Mr. Mo is a genius, otherwise he would not have created the mirror room.

Yan Fohai is a careerist, otherwise he would not have persuaded me to join the Qin King Association and fight the world together.

Putting these two thoughts together in one person is bound to create another lonely and terrible character, becoming a third person. This person is neither a sea of words and Buddhas, nor Mr. Mo, but a strange person who is full of ambition, amazing means, broad vision, and knowledgeable about the past and the present.

This is the luck of King Qin, but it is also the misfortune of King Qin, because after the current Yan Fohai sees King Qin, he will only replace him, and will never be subservient.

"How do you cooperate?" I asked.

"Go back to Mrs. Han's villa. Yan Fohai replied.

"Take me...... Take me away......" At the foot of the sea of words, Mr. Mo wailed weakly.

"You?, taking you away?" Yan Fohai laughed wildly, "what else can you do? As long as I want, I can take a second puppet out casually, so why should I accommodate you bad old man? Take you away, I'll take you away like this-"

He lifted his right foot high and stomped it down hard.

Mr. Mo screamed even louder, his face was trampled under the soles of Yan Fohai's shoes, and with the continuous trampling of the other party, it finally turned into a flat object with blurred flesh and blood.

"Whoever plays with the 'puppet technique' will eventually become a puppet. Yan Fohai said gloomily.

This sentence seems to be a proverb, because any thaumaturgist is famous for some kind of "thaumaturgy" and runs rampant. If this prophecy comes true, all thaumaturgists will eventually die under their own "thaumaturgy", unable to escape the shackles of fate.

Just like now, Yan Fohai is proficient in the "Soul Detention Technique", so in the future, he will also die under the "Soul Restraint" of others.

"It's time to perform the real technique!" Yan Fohai lowered his arms and spread his palms flat.

I noticed that a white mist first appeared in his palm, which turned into a fog mass and finally evolved into a gray-white fog.

"Poof, poof" twice, he opened his mouth and blew continuously, and the mist in his palm was blown away.

At this moment, the sun was hovering overhead, the sun was excellent, and two palm-sized spots of light were reflected from his palms and fell on his forehead.

It is impossible for a person's flesh to reflect light, and his palms have now become two irregular mirrors, which produces the miraculous effect of reflection.

"All the restless souls are struggling in the hands of giants, and even Mr. Mo is not immune. Now, let's go, to the villa, where there are really big men worthy of worship by the philistine. You come to drive, let's go. He said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the two mirrors, which were full of shadows, and I don't know how many indomitable souls were hidden, like a dark pool where a school of fish floated.

"If you cut off these two hands, will all the souls be freed?" I thought at once.

In a general sense, thaumaturgists communicate with nature by their limbs and minds, and if their limbs are cut off and their minds are closed, thaumaturgists will be inactive.

I took a deep breath and made sure that I was fine, only a small abrasion on my legs and ankles, and I put my snack down a little.

The Audi was destroyed and I got into an off-road vehicle next to me.

The key was inserted in the car, and Mr. Mo's subordinates did not react, still watching from a distance.

Yan Fohai also got on the bus and sat in the back seat.

"Let's go, go to Mrs. Han and ask her to hand over all the secrets. He said coldly.

The words are short, but they are full of evil power.

Until we left the scene, Mr. Mo's men did not gather again, which is in response to the theory that the trees are falling and scattering.

After driving forward for five minutes, I returned to Jingshi Road, and after identifying the direction, I headed east to the Blue Rock Tahitian Villa.

Yan Fohai gradually calmed down, took out two tissues, and wiped them repeatedly on his face, hair, and neck, as if an actor was removing his makeup at the end of a performance.

I didn't say anything more, just stepped on the gas pedal heavily, saw the car overtake, and went straight to the villa.

"I just had a gaffe. Yan Fohai said, "No way, those things in Mr. Mo's mind are too exciting for me." He was a true wise man, surpassing Einstein...... It would be a waste of life for such a person to live in this world, and with his level of intelligence, he should be placed on Mount Olympia, with the ancient gods. He is a god, not a man, and the only thing I am worried about now is that I will not find a wise man like him in the future to increase the working capacity of the mirror room by 10,000 times...... 100 million times...... Hehehehe, Mr. Xia, I hope I didn't mistake you and become a super wise man like Mr. Mo in the future......"

I smiled and pressed the accelerator again, the speedometer's hands pointing straight into the red warning zone. I'm not worried about the mess because there's always someone who comes out to clean up the mess and doesn't get into trouble. Now people think that with the establishment of the new government, the rivers and lakes no longer exist, and everyone has become ordinary people. However, the common people will always be the common people, no matter which dynasty they are in, and the people of the rivers and lakes will always be the people of the rivers and lakes, no matter what time and space they are in. It is precisely because of the existence of the people and rules of the rivers and lakes that the brutal killings that occur in the wilderness will be covered up in time and will not cause great chaos in society.

The hearts of the ordinary people are too fragile. Even a small car accident or a trivial manslaughter can make people tremble as if the end of the world has come. It is conceivable that if they see corpses everywhere in the wasteland, they will definitely be frightened and run away, and then they will spread false rumors in the market, deriving tens of thousands of terrifying and mysterious story versions.

In the eyes of the Jianghu people, the common people are flowers in the greenhouse, unable to withstand a little wind and rain. Therefore, smart people in the rivers and lakes will always avoid the people when doing things, so as not to make the city full of storms.

"Don't worry, I won't kill Mrs. Han. You can't get the world by killing, and throughout the ages, only the benevolent are invincible. Yan Fohai said with a gloomy smile.

"Yes, the benevolent are invincible. I repeated softly.

Among the admonitions of the ancients, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith are the five virtues of Delhi, and the word benevolence is the first. Emperors of all dynasties have also written books saying that to educate their children and grandchildren, a truly good emperor, must have a benevolent heart.

I don't see where the benevolence of the Buddha Sea is, but when he says this, at least it is a psychological comfort to me.

As the car drove to the junction into the Blue Rock Tahiti villa area, I subconsciously stepped on the brakes and reduced the speed to less than 30 km/h. The intersection is quiet to the north, and the security guards are still standing guard dutifully, and the stop pole is no different from usual.

I lowered the window, stuck my head out, and listened for a few seconds, but I didn't hear any gunshots or howls.

"I said that I would not kill Mrs. Han, but just help him clean up the garbage left by Mr. Mo. Yan Fohai said.

I frowned and pondered, pondering the truth of his words.

"Let's go, let's go, don't let Mrs. Han wait. Yan Fohai urged.

"The Three Ghost Kings of Nightmares—" I said to myself, "it's really funny." ”

"Yes, do you find it interesting, where is it interesting?" asked Yan Fohai.

"There is a wild lake in the villa, which is said to have been arranged by the Ghost Bodhisattva himself under the guidance of Mrs. Han. The lake was full of mysteries, and Mrs. Han couldn't comprehend it, so it was very painful. Mr. Mok, along with Mr. Mok's puppets, has never been able to figure out this. Now that Mr. Mo is dead, you are the only one who really has any hope of unlocking this secret. You are the last of the three ghost kings of the Garden Horror Nightmare, maybe this is the will of God, it is up to you to crack this secret and become the biggest gatekeeper. "My words are half-true, half-false and half-true, of course, only when I speak like this, will I believe it.

"Hehehehe...... Yan Fohai patted on the car window and laughed, "Do you know? The order of the seven of us is not according to age, but according to intelligence level. If I say this, you will know very clearly, the three ghost kings of the garden and dreams, You, Yuan, Surprise, Dream, Ghost, Mo, and Yan, I am the worst. I don't know what the IQ of the first five people is, at least Mr. Mo's IQ is several times that of me. It's not humility, it's true. The first six people are all dead, and only me with the lowest IQ is left, what does this mean?

He deliberately stopped and let me guess.

I smiled wryly, "What are those six words?" ”

"Knowledge changes destiny. After speaking, Yan Fohai laughed.

I listened to this answer, and the bitter smile turned into a loud laugh. This sentence was originally used by the sages to encourage those students who studied hard, but it is also very appropriate to use it here.

We entered the villa area, and the surroundings were still quiet, no different than usual.

"How can this be?" Mrs. Han's tone on the phone was so anxious, the scene must have been chaotic—" I was puzzled.

The car drove up the straight road in front of the villa, all the way west, to the front of the villa.

Looking inside from the gate, the windows are bright and clean, and there is not even a single excess leaf on the ground, as if it has just been carefully cleaned by the waiter of the housekeeping company.

"We came too late. I said.

Yan Fohai stared ahead, constantly twitching his nose.

"Get out of the car, I'll go find Mrs. Han. I said.

"Mrs. Han is fine, don't worry, there is the smell of blood of more than a hundred people wafting in the air, but there is no her. Yan Fohai said.

I put my mind at ease for the time being, and I was not afraid of running out of firewood. As long as Mrs. Han survives unharmed, she will definitely be able to make a comeback and regain power.