Chapter 52, Am I Going to Become a Warlock?

Time passed gradually, and before I knew it, the fat red man fell asleep on the table. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside the window, the full moon hung high in the sky.

The moonlight, like flowing water, quietly poured on this land. Quietly, the light mist of Moonsand came to his room like a curious child.

It's as if you've been washed in cow's milk.

The unusable one-star energy block lay quietly in the corner of the table with his brothers, but he happened to be bathed in the bright moonlight.

The room was very quiet, except for the rhythmic snoring of the fat red man.

Poof, the unusable one-star energy block, the golden thread with a surface as thin and tangled as spider silk, is like a faint emblem ink, and it begins to undergo wonderful changes.

And the mysterious one-star energy block is getting darker and deeper and pureer.

Gradually, some parts of the gold thread began to dim until it was imperceptible to the naked eye, and the surface of the gold thread tangled like spider silk gradually changed to a new one.

The nodes where multiple gold wires intersect begin to shine little by little.

These changes lasted more than ten minutes.

Now the one-star energy block has undergone a drastic change. The tangled gold threads like spider webs on the black module are all gone, replaced by patterns of irregular golden ink rhymes of different sizes, different shades.

A cold wind blew and woke up the thinly dressed fat red man.

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, eager to sober himself.

Looking at the time displayed on the matrix, two o'clock in the middle of the night, he realized that he had slept for more than five hours.

took a deep breath, and the cold air with a chill made the red fat man wake up quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he skimmed over the table, and his body stiffened, like a clay sculpture, standing there motionless.

It took five minutes for the fat red man to come back to his senses. The red mark on his arm told him he wasn't dreaming.

The one-star energy block that couldn't be used was now unrecognizable. The intricate gold threads on the black modules are gone, replaced by irregular patterns of different shades like ink.

Suddenly, a strong, incomparable curiosity eroded his body and mind.

There was a devil who kept tempting the fat red man and kept telling him.

Get your feet wet

Get your feet wet

The fat red man felt that his right hand seemed to be a little disobedient. I saw that my right hand picked up the mysterious one-star energy block, and was about to put it on the matrix.

Impulsiveness is the devil, impulsiveness is the devil, he keeps babbling in his mouth, keeps reminding himself to be calm. It took a lot of effort for him to press down on that strong impulse.

In the three-T company, if you want to talk about smart red fat people, he definitely can't compare to Yi Xiaotian, if you want to talk about women, he can't compare to big heads, if you want good popularity, he can't compare to tailors, if you want to talk about driving skills, he can't compare to a madman, if you want to fight, he can't compare to bandits, but when it comes to the desire to become a warlock, he dares to say that no one among them has a stronger desire than him.

Now a chance to become a warlock is in front of him, if it were an ordinary person, the treasure is in hand, I am afraid that he would have been tempted to give it a try, but he just held back.

Because the red fat man has never forgotten one thing, who and where did this mysterious module come from.

As a once crazy warlock, he did not hesitate to gamble with his life to go to Huayang University, the only academy in Huayang City to teach how to become a warlock, the red fat man who followed the wall was very clear.

In this world of scholastics, it's no joke that anything is possible.

Because he had seen strange warlocks who swallowed clouds and spitted mist, had horns on their heads, had wings on their backs, could transform into magical beasts, and were even surrounded by a ball of fire.

So he knew one thing very well, and when he didn't know what it was, it was best not to touch the idea of this thing.

Also, even if you want to fight the idea of this thing, you have to do one thing to figure out what it is.

A person, first of all, must overcome himself, if he can't even defeat his own desires, then he will not achieve much.

Because if you can't defeat your own people, you won't be able to do self-discipline, and you won't have strong self-discipline.

A person who can't be self-disciplined can not do one thing at his best.

If you can't do the best thing, but there will be others who do the best thing, then the price you pay will be unpredictable.

For example, the current Yi Xiaotian! He regretted it, he really regretted it.

Resident Evil, it's not like he hasn't seen it, the zombies in it that can be quickly contagious, and there are a large number of zombies, this thought makes people's scalp tingle! Not to mention the huge, terrifying umbrella company.

You must know that in the Rand Federation, there really is an umbrella company, and this company is almost the same as the huge one in the movie, which can reach out to every corner of the world.

When he thought that in the future, he would have to face such a huge and desperate behemoth, and for a while, he had mixed feelings in his heart!

Turning off the computer, Yi Xiaotian cautiously sneaked all the way back to the hotel, nothing more, simply cleaned up, and left the town overnight.

Sitting in a Ford he had stolen and had no idea how many hands he had stolen, he had to drive overnight to the outskirts of Buenos Aires, in a third-tier secluded airport, where there was a private jet that he could access at any time.

Finally, at five o'clock in the morning, Yi Xiaotian, who had been driving all night, came to this airport when the sun had just risen.

Since the private jet was not subject to security checks, he quickly completed the check-in process. However, before that, he needed to hand over the cracked information in his hands to the intelligence officers of the third echelon.

Greeting Yi Xiaotian on the tarmac was an emaciated middle-aged man named Lewis, who was a mission supervisor in the third echelon and was responsible for monitoring and directing missions in South America.

Sitting on this Boeing's latest private jet, Lewis carefully read the information handed over to him by Yi Xiaotian, and then at a speed visible to the naked eye, he could see that the thin middle-aged man's brows were furrowing deeper and deeper, just like a sand pin .

"These idiots in the CIA, with hundreds of millions of federal dollars every year, fuck, don't even have a word about this kind of news, damn it......" Lewis, who read the information, kept cursing the CIA guys.

Umbrella company, others don't know, doesn't he know yet?

On the surface, this is a large company with a global reputation for computer technology and health care products, but in fact, even many employees who work for them do not know that their company's main source of profit is actually military technology, genetic development, and the manufacture of biological and chemical weapons.

"Bichi!" After cursing fiercely, Lewis, who had regained his composure, stared at Yi Xiaotian with a pair of narrow, sharp eyes like falcons, and said, "Arthur, tell me this information, who else has read it?"