"Doom, soul departure, danger."

"Relieve misfortune, restore the soul, and dispel trouble."

In one place, when the writing of the small paper figure exhausted the spiritual essence, and all the words turned into green smoke after writing, the six paragraphs and twelve characters began to clash with each other, leaving the soul and returning to the soul disappeared instantly, and the doom and relief followed, leaving only the dissipation of the difficulties alone, leaving the faint and untraceable danger of the two words looming.

At this time, the substitute little paper figure appeared on the scene, appearing from the void, and Zuo Dao commanded to come after finding that a small paper figure was unsustainable.

The sixth little paper figure took over the position of writing, and it scratched its head first, as if thinking about what to write, and finally wrote four characters.

"Directions, conditions."

The last stroke fell, and the little paper man got a picture through the book of life.

From Li Jia's point of view, he was trapped and in danger, and the black shadow man at the table stretched out a hand.

In the end, the perspective shifted, and it broke away from the first person and became a signboard: Hung Kee Porridge Shop.

The little paper figure turned in the air and looked in a direction, its body swaying slightly, as if to say...

So close?

Away from the battlefield on the other side of the big eyeball, the left path that "explored" in other areas moved.

"In this way, it makes sense, Li Jia may have done something here, which led to this situation, that black shadow is the Gray Mist Ritualist?

"But one thing is still unclear, what is it here, or some kind of arrangement, that makes them pay attention to this place, or even tear their faces?"

"From the perspective that every coincidence must have a definite reason, is there some kind of impetus for me and the fat man to come this time, as well as the situation of the owner of the house?"

Zuo Dao relied on the existing information to make a conclusion, just as he always had doubts about how he crossed over, and he also kept vigilant against the "coincidence" that he could "hit the big luck" every time he "lived", and groped for the root cause in the fog.

He has never been lucky about these things, he knows that he has many "abilities" that many people in this world do not understand, and this world will relatively have existences and weirdness that he does not understand.

Who's to say that the greatest enemy at the moment, the 'Mist Rituals', is behind it and there are no other "people" behind it?

Thinking like this, Zuo Dao pretended to explore the scene, investigate and clean up the abnormal people, and look for the survivors who failed to leave in time, and turned around in a reasonable way without a trace, and gradually moved closer to the direction where Li Jia was.

In ruins.

Li Jia stood up tremblingly, his clothes were torn, all parts of his body were damaged to varying degrees, and his left cheek was even more bloody and blurred, and the teeth inside were exposed.

He should not be able to get up again, but he hypnotized himself with the sea of dusk under overclocking, so that he firmly believed that he could stand up, and then, he also stood up as he thought.

In the dust and smoke, Li Jia couldn't be sure whether the black shadow man was alive or not, and he didn't dare to withdraw the technique of the Sea of Dusk, once he got out of the overclocking state, then he would face a terrible price, like drinking water to quench his thirst, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

However, he did not leave, or rather, it was a miracle that he was able to stand up, although the forced hypnosis hinted at him, but the physical condition made him feel the torturous pain now, even breathing.

Therefore, he could only endure the pain, staring at the direction of the ruins of the Hongji porridge shop with a hideous face, waiting for the result of the dust and smoke to dissipate.

At this moment, a strong wind swirled in the dust and smoke, blowing directly towards Li Jia's face, completely emptying in the direction he was staring at.

also let Li Jia see that the black shadow man was not dead.

The state of the black shadow seems to be very bad, it is faceless and uncovered, but it looks very thin at the moment, and it is vaguely transparent.

The Black Shadow Man seemed to be very angry at this time, as if he felt the mockery from fate, and when he was about to control Li Jia, he was reversed by the source of his own ritual to draw power, he controlled the nameless wind to blow away the dust, and his head without facial features looked at the betrayer.

It didn't talk nonsense, and after determining where Li Jia was, several shadow tentacles suddenly appeared on his body, turning into sharp spears and stabbing straight away, seeing this, Li Jia's eyes moved, and the thin sea of dusk was rich again, becoming a stacked wave and rushing forward.

After the shadow spear rushed into the golden waves, as if paralyzed by some kind of force, it stayed there, and then dispersed.

The Shadow Man was not annoyed, and went on and on like a dog, when suddenly he laughed and said:

"Keep maintaining the overclocking state, you don't need me to kill you, you will die soon."

Li Jia, whose half of his cheeks were disfigured by the explosion, replied with a grinning face:

"Aren't you too, he who was forced to appear in advance, but now for some reason, he is so flustered that he even has to absorb your power to protect himself, you, as his agent in the present realm, can only use this ability to try to kill me now, maybe when I die, it is also the moment when you are completely drained."

In the ruins, the two stopped talking and began to fight, but the scene was really indescribable.

Several small paper figures poked their heads not far away, witnessed everything about the conversation between the two, and saw the battle scene again, they shook their heads and sighed in tacit understanding, blaming them for being indecent.

A field of gray fog.

A fat man sneakily climbed to the top of a building at some point, and he held a small telescope while looking at the sci-fi blockbuster in the distance.

The title of the film, the fat man feels that he has thought about it, so he calls the helicopter the vicious battle of the big-eyed monster-

Just as he was serving as a 'beacon' that had not yet worked, and a peerless bad script that was about to be born was rising in his mind, his communication device showed that someone was calling.

"Call the beacon, I'm Nightingale Two, please answer if you receive it."

The fat man no longer has brain convulsions at this time:

"Beacon received."

"Please keep the beacon status, we will take over the local beacon authority for activation later."

“... Roger that. The fat man replied with a bitter face.

Obviously, the Nightingale team, which has been unable to attack for a long time, is ready to switch from the shaker to the shaker after the fuselage is suspected to be damaged.

Nightingale II entered a permission code, dictated the second time to record the operation process, and then pressed OK.

"Beacon Emergency Help"

In an environment where the signal is blocked, the beacon is the most efficient method compared to the simple process of the 'life-saving paper', and the only disadvantage is that the beacon has to be tortured and cannot transmit specific signals like the 'life-saving paper'.

"Fat man, my life is so bitter, that kid on the left road doesn't know how to die-"

The fat man couldn't help but mutter, but before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in the tip of his tongue.

The pain made him tremble, and he couldn't even hold the small telescope in his hand.

His whole body was propped up on the ground, rickety, and his figure continued to be "thin" with the naked eye.

Until—

"Signal Issued"

At that moment, the disappearance of the pain let the fat man know that his duty was completed, he suddenly took a breath of air, his body turned, his head was paralyzed, his mouth opened and closed but he didn't say a word, reminiscing about despair.

Originally, he took this job quickly, just to touch a fish, most of the time beacons will not have this situation, they will only be like a lighthouse.

At that moment, he heard a voice.

"Fatty, have you lost weight?"

Around when no one was around, the fat man heard a voice in his ear.

And, too, feeling something, gently, poked at his fat face, which was not so fat for the time being.

Fatso...

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