It's still hot and humid today.

The sky is like a steamer on the ground, and when you walk on the road, you will soon get soaked with your clothes.

But Zhang Huaisheng didn't feel the warmth at all.

His steps were heavy, and he was a little hesitant for a while, not knowing where to go.

For the first time, he realized the insignificance of himself, or rather of humanity.

Thousands of people died in the disaster just now, but instead of causing the sensation he imagined, they sank like stones into the sea, without even a ripple.

This is the power of the evil gods.

Even if it's not sequence 0, it's still far beyond the limits of what humans can imagine.

A little boy and a fat man were killed more in Fusang, but they were not as shocking as the current scene.

Because weapons like the atomic bomb are not beyond Zhang Huaisheng's cognition, the horror of the God of the Abyss has far exceeded Zhang Huaisheng's imagination.

On the side of the road, an Italian woman who sells burritos, wiping the sweat on her face with an apron, has launched a new ice cream burrito in combination with the weather.

Latino men selling ice drinks push carts loaded with ice cubes and drink barrels through the crowd.

A bearded Turkish man and his wife, who wears a crescent-style turban, manipulate a barbecue stove.

Slavic immigrants from Eastern Europe who came to Boston to escape the war laughed at passers-by and introduced flyers about betting on horses.

Every day they are rushing for their next meal, and where to stay.

Always thinking about how many coins there were in their worn-out wallets, they never knew about the otherworld, and they never cared.

They lived desperately, as tough as weeds in the cracks of the wall, unaware that thousands of people had died quietly just across the street from them.

And they, almost, will die with it.

Either you become a monster, or you become a monster's mouth, chewed up pieces of meat, bone chips and blood.

What does it have to do with you to destroy you?

"It's ridiculous."

"I was still feeling a little complacent, feeling that I was almost invincible in the low ranks, so I could slack off for a while."

Zhang Huaisheng's heart was full of self-deprecation.

If it weren't for the vampire's amethyst lurking in his dimensional space, he would have been eroded by the trap hidden in the wolf's skin and transformed into a monster.

It may not be a toad-like monster like the Tidecatcher, but it may also add some of his own transcendent traits - such as double heads, such as wolf fur.

He even has a certain memory.

But at that time, he was definitely another "thing".

He had warned of the dangers of Kyrian's otherworldly world countless times, but how could he not have the complacency of being the "chosen son" and the "tenth true god destined for destiny" in his heart?

Zhang Huaisheng walked aimlessly while reflecting on himself.

"Young Master?"

A familiar voice rang out.

Zhang Huaisheng looked up, but found that it was Liu Wenliang, the captain in charge of the flag.

It turned out that he had unconsciously walked to the door of the embassy.

When he was just depressed, he did not return to Iris Street, but subconsciously came to the Donghua Embassy, which is enough to see that in his heart now, in fact, subconsciously, he no longer trusts the Order.

Mr. Levi, the largest funder of the congregation in Boston, has become Chang's number one suspect.

If the God of the Abyss can corrupt Levi, it is impossible to corrupt the entire Order without tasting it.

Of course, this is just suspicion.

But the horror of the God of the Abyss was enough for Zhang Huaisheng to resist everything that might be related to it.

"Captain Liu, I'm here to find Miss Xie."

Zhang Huaisheng said: "Are Pei Yuanqiao and the two little Dao Chang back yet? ”

He was referring to Zhang Jingrui and Zhang Mingqiu, two little Taoist priests who escorted Pei Yuanqiao.

Liu Wenliang replied: "Not yet, young master, Miss Xie is still in the hall, you can just go to her directly." ”

Zhang Huaisheng let out a "hmm" and walked straight into the embassy.

The sergeants who knew him did not hinder him.

Liu Wenliang followed behind him and suddenly said, "Young Master, Miss Xie is a very good girl, and... The righteous faction does not taboo marriage. ”

Zhang Huaisheng looked at him, a little helpless: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

As long as Xie Lingyun thinks about it, the entire embassy can't escape her ears and eyes, although she may not be so boring.

"Yes, I have stepped down."

Liu Wenliang hugged his fists and saluted, and then retreated to the post at the door.

When she walked into the hall, Xie Lingyun was still writing hard, this time, she was using a fountain pen, and she looked very skilled.

It seems that she also realized that calligraphy with a hard pen is much faster than with a brush.

Her long jet-black hair was tied up with an ebony hairpin, and she was wearing a cyan robe, her eyebrows were picturesque, indifferent and detached from the world, and she had a sense of transcendence.

For some reason, when Zhang Huaisheng saw Xie Lingyun, he had an urge to burst into tears.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xie Lingyun put the pen back in her hand and looked a little puzzled: "I haven't seen you for an afternoon, how do you feel that you seem to have changed a lot." ”

"Something terrible has happened."

Zhang Huaisheng pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze focused on the other party's white and flawless cheeks, and then realized that it was rude and looked away.

But the mood finally calmed down.

"I should be a good listener."

Xie Lingyun asked, "So you want to talk to me?" ”

She wasn't polite, but really asking Zhang Huaisheng, if he didn't say it, she wouldn't ask either.

Zhang Huaisheng organized the language and said, "I encountered a high sequence today... To be exact, I just felt a glimmer of His power up close, but that alone made me feel like I had gone out of hell – I almost died. ”

"High sequence?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Xie Lingyun's indifferent eyes, and she said with a straight face: "Indeed, you are lucky to survive." ”

Zhang Huaisheng was a little helpless at the other party's honesty and asked, "Is there a high sequence in Longhu Mountain?" ”

Xie Lingyun nodded and said, "Of course, in addition to the contemporary Zhang Tianshi who is a land immortal, there are also several hidden elders, who are in the human immortal realm. ”

"Have you seen them with your own eyes? What do you think? ”

"I don't think about it, because they rarely show up, and they appear in the form of incarnations, and they don't seem to be anything special... That kind of realm is too far away from me, if I can really see anything, I'm afraid I won't appear in front of you now. ”

It's dead.

For you shall not look directly at God.

Zhang Huaisheng, who knew this, smiled wryly: "Miss Xie, I want to ask you another question." ”

"Do you know Park Avenue?"

"Where is that?"

"Boston's affluent district, not very far from New Münster Street, where the embassy is located."

Xie Lingyun frowned slightly, thinking hard.

"I looked at the travel map of Boston yesterday, and I wrote down every neighborhood, but I had never heard of the so-called Park Avenue."

She pulled away the stacked books on the table and pinpointed out a travel map tucked inside.

"You see, there's no neighborhood called Park Avenue up there."

Zhang Huaisheng looked at the park avenue on the map, which obviously existed, but it seemed that only he could see it, and a layer of cold sweat formed on the back of his spine.

"Believe me, there's a neighborhood like that, and it's not just Park Avenue, it's the adjacent Orps Avenue and Franklin Avenue that are gone."

"Look here, there's Franklin's house, but there's a big blank space to the south, don't you feel wrong?"

"Blank? Not really. ”

Xie Lingyun's expression was a little dazed, but then he heard a subtle sound in his ears.

"To change the subject, I felt a layer of cognitive barriers, and some people didn't want it to be broken, so I just pretended not to see it."