Not why—because she has the strength.

When the strength is to the natural level, everyone respects and worships you, and if the strength is not enough, people disdain to pay attention to you.

The law of the weak and the strong is vividly reflected at this time.

At this time, Zhong Lijiu suddenly opened his eyes, his weak and boneless palms were tightly intertwined at the moment, his beautiful eyes were shining, and his dark black pupils were a little unclear under the cover of light.

The look on his face was compassion, pity.

- like a god.

"It" was suddenly startled by his own thoughts, and the moment he saw Zhong Lijiu, he couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

Like a god who came into the world, he had mercy on the world and sprinkled the light of mercy everywhere.

Never mind...

"It" panicked when it saw the light behind it, as if it would be annihilated into pieces by the light in the next second.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and "it" was worthy of being a character who had been hiding for so many years and had not been discovered by the "observer", so it immediately broke away from the control of this shell, and then fled.

Zhong Lichu looked at it running away in front of him, lowered his eyes and did not speak, the look of pity that had been floating in the sky for a long time finally dissipated, leaking out the blankness behind it.

She let out a sigh of relief, and then her wings stopped flapping, and with a soft thud she landed.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with a gray complexion, his exposed legs had shrunk, and his thin bones were shallowly covered with a thin and dry layer of skin.

He's dead?

Zhong Liqi looked at this scene, not even the expression on her face was half moved, and after a moment she looked up at the sky, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes quickly.

...

"Click-"

The sound of water droplets dripping down became faster and faster, and each sound seemed to sound in the empty hole, and it was a little strange and ethereal.

"Where are you going?"

Shen Yu paused and said this sentence in an extremely low voice.

The snapping sound was also abrupt, and then it began to sound at a faster speed, one after another—

Shen Yu did not react.

Shen Yu's expression relaxed.

Shen Yu let go of his clenched hand.

The one who had a conversation with him was the "big baby" caught from that parallel world

That is, Liang Anbo, who was unaware and signed an immortal deed.

There was an abnormal movement just now, this person wanted to escape under Shen Yu's nose, and the latter naturally couldn't let the fat in his mouth escape, so he caught it back.

After all, what this "big baby" wants to study is not to be concealed - Shen Yu is very interested in the structure of their bodies.

What kind of instruments do xenomorphs rely on to survive in this bustling big city?

After all, they are all mutations that change the structure of the body, so naturally for these ordinary exhaust emissions and other harmful gases for humans, for different species, it may be a kind of harm.

When he was a child, he didn't care about these things, but as an adult, this interest became a little stronger.

Then Liang Anbo pitifully shrunk a small group and begged Shen Yu, saying that he missed his daughter and wife very much, and wanted Shen Yu to let it go.

Shen Yu: "——"

His expression was a little thoughtful, he looked down, and the snapping sound suddenly sounded again, and then the shock continued to drip at a normal speed.

Shen Yu finally let it go, he touched his chin again, his pupils dilated, as if he saw where the invisible wind was going.

- Hotel?

He frowned.

- Why go to the hotel?

Countless prosperity is hidden in the metropolis below, and there are countless filths hidden in it but no one knows about it.

An invisible wind passed through the bustling flow of people, through the traffic, and paused in front of a villa, from which the low cry of a woman could be heard.

The woman seemed to be tired of crying, and the voice stopped abruptly, and then there was a sound of going downstairs, and the wind suddenly stopped and hid aside.

Looking through the woods, a child seemed to be sitting on the carpet in the living room playing loudly, his face white and tender like a peach.

The wind is gone, walking very fast, as if it is fleeing in the wilderness, not daring to expose its existence.

It then turned to its next destination, a hotel next to University A, and as soon as it entered, the lady sitting at the front desk raised her stiff head blankly.

Strange - how did it get cold?

This is not an illusion, when the wind enters here, the atmosphere of the hotel changes suddenly, although the temperature is still the same as before, but for no reason people feel a chill from it.

The elevator door was opened, and the front desk thought that a guest had come down, but only saw the elevator door wide open, and did not see the guests who came out of it or the people who wanted to enter.

It's so strange, the front desk twisted his neck, lowered his head and drank again, suppressing the questions that seemed to be vigorous in his heart.

The elevator door made a soft "ding-" sound, and the front desk looked past the source of the sound, and the red font next to it began to change.

The elevator is rising?

The front desk hurriedly wrote it down, and planned to report it tomorrow, why is this elevator broken?

The elevator stopped.

The door was suddenly opened, and then a cool breeze beat wantonly, and the windows on both sides of the corridor were still not closed, and a little further on, you could see a room tightly locked by chains.

The house number is 【4404】

Room 4 on the 44th floor.

The wind easily passed through the chains, and the chains that had been corroded by the years did not break after all, and still resisted stubbornly.

The wind entered the dark room.

This room seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and the facilities have been rusted and dusted for a long time.

It was built a long time ago, right?

The wind didn't care about this detail, it gently passed through every corner of the room, and finally its gaze was fixed on the fallen porcelain cup on the floor.

The cold moonlight shone down, only shining on a small part of the room, mosquitoes kept crawling on the ground, countless tentacles lightly pointed on the ground, and if you looked closely, you could see their movements.

One straight line after another intertwined, as if forming an eerie and beautiful picture on the floor of this room.

The porcelain cup trembled a few times, but finally calmed down.

The wind stopped, pausing on the shattered porcelain cup, and the two seemed to merge.

The mysterious and mysterious aura of the fusion room resurfaced, and the old objects in the room also trembled, and the dust shook off during the trembling, but the gray shade on it did not fluctuate.

It seems to be embedded in it.

If you look closely, the pattern that is intertwined and wound like a ball of thread on it is actually the pattern that gradually becomes clear on the floor!!

The insect is still walking tirelessly, repeating the trajectory of the pattern mechanically and stiffly, little by little—little by little—

Finally!

The porcelain cup moved, and the shattered fragments trembled, and suddenly joined together in mid-air, exuding a terrifying aura that made people tremble.

It seems to come from hell, and the low roar and depth make people's bodies involuntarily soften.

Wind and porcelain cups.