A consciousness floats in the boundless void.

This consciousness doesn't know why it's here, and it doesn't know how long it can exist.

Of course, he doesn't care about these questions, because he doesn't even have the thinking skills that a sapient creature should have.

He is just an incomplete consciousness constructed from scattered memories and thoughts.

The individual named Zhao Chensi is dead, but he is not completely dead.

From the moment they entered the secret realm, the dust particles floating in the entire village had already invaded the internal organs of all people through the respiratory tract and skin, and began to transform and transform their body cells and flesh from the inside of the body, and this erosion and transformation was irreversible.

It can be said that since then, the five of them have become the villagers of Changsheng Village, unable to maintain their material form, and can only survive as a dust mist, a cloud of dust, and the end has been doomed.

It's just that the duration of the attack is uncertain.

Shi Yu was the most unfortunate of them all, she had turned into a cloud of dust in fear and despair, and she no longer had a closely connected form, even if she was immortal, she could not kill this loose immortality.

But the sword of the Xuanjun Daoist does have the power to kill the undead, and the strange power contained in the immortal slash not only robbed Zhao Chensi of his vitality and killed him who had not yet completely transformed into a life form, but also killed the dust particles hidden in his flesh and blood that had not yet been separated, but had been injected with consciousness, memories and thoughts.

Now he only has some dust particles left that were coughed up before, and only part of his thoughts and memories remain, because this part has long been cut off from his flesh and blood body and turned into dust and floated in the air, so he was not killed by the immortal slashing force, so he escaped like Shi Yu.

The remaining dust particles are not enough to reconstruct himself, and the ownerless dust particles that were floating in the secret realm of the entire village have disappeared without a trace at this moment, unable to help him reconstruct himself.

However, there was still a stream of dust particles that came out of nowhere, and the other party seemed to be kind enough to input these dust particles into his broken consciousness.

The remaining thoughts and memory fragments are gradually being structured, and many memory fragments that have never been seen before are flowing into Zhao Chensi's underlying consciousness and memory, helping him to construct consciousness and self, and also awakening his various perceptions.

But the newborn Zhao Chensi felt that the consciousness that had fed him dust particles was getting weaker and weaker.

"Mom! There are still alive here! Lao Zhao hurried over to help! ”

"Elizabeth! Fix their invisible bodies with connections! ”

"The connection is already fixed? Good! Leave me alone! As long as they have a breath of air, I can save them! ”

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Yandu, in the Old Town, in a darkly lit room that no one knows.

The young man with gray temples fluttered his hands on the keyboard that was curved like a crescent, crackling and emitting one text after another.

"At this point, investigators Zhao Chensi and Wan Qi's journey in Changsheng Village has come to an end."

"The Immortal Village has been destroyed, and the origin of the raw materials of the Truth Society has also been exposed to the eyes of the major transcendent forces, so it has become the target of public criticism."

"Without the automatic prophecy of the Crimson King, I really have to write every detail by myself...... "After typing a few paragraphs, the young man leaned heavily on the back of his chair as if he had lost his strength and complained, and at the same time, the side effects of burning his soul and lifespan gradually appeared, the silver hair tufts became more numerous, the skin lost moisture and elasticity, and the nasolabial folds and aging wrinkles appeared on the face and the corners of the eyes.

After having to abandon the Scarlet King last time, his workload has become heavier than ever, and many of the tasks that can be done by the Scarlet King's automatic prophecy abilities now require him to write it himself.

Although the Scarlet King's automatic prediction ability is very bad, and there will often be some inexplicable foreshadowing and unexpected situations in the prophecy, in terms of workload, lifespan, and soul use, it far exceeds the consumption of the Crimson King when he is by his side.

"Death, after this vote, I must protest anonymously to the organization about the treatment of psykers, and by the way, make ......up for it," the young man grumbled, typing down the last words.

"Event...... This is the end of it"

The young man pondered for a long time about the use of the final punctuation mark, because the last punctuation mark would signify the final state of the event, and after thinking about it, he lightly typed a question mark at the end of the text.

"Event...... And that's the end of it? ”

Hit enter, send, and update to major social platforms and chat apps via the network.

"In this way, the conditions for common cognition have been achieved, even if Qin Mian has great ability, there is no way to reverse the situation of being besieged......" Seeing that this message was sent out smoothly and received, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to lift the bangs that hung down in front of him, "I don't want to do this kind of drudgery a second time......

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The Truth Society, an unknown secret stronghold in the Yandu region.

Qin Mian had already changed into the white coat he wore every day, and while listening to the chatter and complaints of the clerk next to him, he was playing with the blade of immortal slashing and slashing with the blood of Sensen.

"President, are you listening to me?" The clerk's young lady looked at Qin Mian's absent-minded appearance, and she buckled the table, "You should know the seriousness of your slippage this time!" ”

Based on years of friendship, Qin Mian knew very well that this was a sign that the clerk's little sister was already on the verge of breaking out.

Don't look at the fact that he can still maintain the state of a blonde lady, if he tries to stimulate or provoke the other party again, the clerk is likely to turn into a Shura demon, and his end may be very miserable.

After realizing this, Qin Mian immediately corrected his mentality, beheaded the immortal into the sheath, and sat up straight: "I am now deeply aware of my mistake, this time because I suddenly slipped away and caused you a lot of trouble, and even almost made the whole plan irreparably deviate, I guarantee with my personality that next time there will be no more such individualistic behavior that puts the entire plan and the overall situation out of the way, I will definitely take into account the overall situation and think twice......"

Seeing that the clerk nodded with satisfaction, the glint in her eyes gradually dissipated, Qin Mian secretly added in her heart: I must arrange everything in advance before I do something next time, and then I will slip away......

Admit your mistakes with an open mind and refuse to repent.

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Two days later, Yandu, the old city passenger station.

Two 'special' passengers stepped off the bus coming to Yandu from the roof of Sichuan-Hubei Ridge, one of them was wearing a straw hat, short in stature, wearing a loose T-shirt and sports trousers, the brim was so low that it was almost impossible to see the face, and the other was a burly European with three-dimensional features, but his clothes were dirty and torn, and he looked like a beggar.

"I'll send you here......" Joseph pressed the straw hat of the man next to him, and said in a warning tone, "Don't interfere in the future, leave it to me, and I will get justice for all of you......"