Not long after leaving the addict's tent, Feng Xue realized that it would never work to go on like this, the city has so many sewer turnouts that it is like a labyrinth, of course, Feng Xue is not worried about not finding the exit, but he is worried that after he pushes open the manhole cover, he will find himself in the backyard of Jeston's house.

Just as a faint flash of fire appeared in his field of vision, he searched for the light, and in a short time, he saw a tent that looked a little shabby.

In front of the tent at this time, there was a dirty black man, he was wearing badly worn, but not so dirty clothes, and when he saw Feng Xue coming, he even waved his hand to say hello.

Feng Xue, who was not the first time she had encountered this situation along the way, finally gritted her teeth, forcibly forgot the fact that she was wearing an evening dress at this time, stepped forward, and spit out fluent Colombian Victorian as casually as possible:

"Hey, buddy, where's the exit around here?"

When the black man heard Feng Xue's question, he didn't think it was strange that Feng Xue's evening dress appeared in the sewer, but he just grinned, showed a mouthful of white teeth, and pointed in one direction as if he was accustomed to:

"Ahead, turn left at the first intersection."

"Thank you." Although she felt a little strange, Feng Xue still thanked her and ran along the path he pointed out, and in a few steps, a ladder made of steel bars appeared on the wall—in the dark environment of the sewer, if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.

"Thanks to me for asking for directions." Feng Xue shook his head, looking at the ladder that looked covered with rust red, but seemed to be covered with a layer of pulp, and looked down at his hands, fortunately, the Phantom of the Opera's outer dress came with a pair of white gloves, which made him quickly overcome his psychological burden.

The height of the ladder is not exaggerated, after exceeding the sewer dome, he climbed another ten meters or so, and arrived at the mouth of the manhole cover, Feng Xue listened attentively, and could faintly hear the sound of the vehicle engine and the noise of the street, after thinking for a while, he freed his left hand and dragged the shadow-like cloak behind him, and then pushed the manhole cover hard.

Call!

A crisp, gasoline-scented wind blew past Feng Xue's face, but here was a narrow alleyway on the corner of the street, sandwiched between two buildings.

Twisting his head to look around, he could even see wet "balloons" in the corners and hand and foot marks that could make up many things in his brain by looking at the position.

Quickly drilling out of the wellhead, in line with the basic morality of closing the door casually, he returned the manhole cover to its original position, then patted his hands, and waited until the stains on the soles of his shoes gradually refreshed, and then walked out of the roadway.

Then, Feng Xue finally realized the difference between "integrating into the environment" and "reducing existence".

If reducing the sense of presence is to directly make people difficult to notice, which can be regarded as an alternative invisibility, then integrating into the environment is to make you "appear here as a matter of course".

Just like in the forest, you don't care about the birds on the branches, in the desert, you don't pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet, in the sea, you don't count every drop of seawater, Feng Xue is like something that should exist in this environment, no matter where you are, there will be no abruptness.

If he had changed into the previous assassin suit, no one would have noticed his existence at this time, but now, wearing a gorgeous ancient ceremonial dress, whether he was walking in the dirty sewers or the streets of the modern city of San Luotan, he did not gain any unusual sight, but could see one or two passers-by from time to time, habitually raising their hands to say hello to him - of course, this should also be influenced by the [treasure] element provided by the [money printing machine] label.

"In general, it has its own merits to the reduction of presence." Feng Xue tidied up the neckline slightly, so that the silk scarf was not so obstructive, although in terms of concealment, this integration into the environment seemed much worse, but for Feng Xue, who had mastered the ability of "breath blocking", the ability to overlap was not as great as the improvement of blindness.

However, compared to the increase brought by the new equipment, Feng Xue was more concerned about another thing-

The growth of the [Money Printing Machine] label has stabilized, and it seems that it is starting to improve again!

Although there is still a long way to go before he can make up for his daily consumption, the feeling that there is a fresh influx of [knowledge] every moment cannot be faked.

"Is it because I escaped from prison, so I didn't have the ability to snatch people from Jeston, but the people who knew about my existence also started to think about it?"

The corners of Feng Xue's mouth rose slightly, he was not surprised by this situation, he wanted to have more people who wanted to benefit from him, if there were 1,800 people, he would not have to think about returning to Infinite City at all, just find a way to smuggle to Yanguo.

It's a pity that there aren't so many such people.

Based on the current level of cognition, it will take him about ten days to condense the [knowledge] that can survive in reality for a day, which doesn't sound too much, but this is the income of 10,000 towers a day!

However, as long as he thought that the high-end resources of Infinite City were basically monopolized by residential areas, and even if he had money, there was nowhere to spend it, Feng Xue was much less excited about this income.

"When it's all right, I can survive a little more than five days at most in reality."

Feng Xue felt the speed of his [knowledge] passing, and unconsciously quickened his pace, in five days, he would either find a way to return to that door and re-enter the Infinite City to accumulate strength, or, in this short period of time, make more big news and let more people remember him.

At this moment, Feng Xue suddenly felt that he understood a little bit of the violence against the people in the present world, in the final analysis, the birth of the label is too high a requirement for cognitive strength - Chen Xiyao has been for so long, only the moment of emotional outburst gave him a [chef] label, and now he can be sure that the people looking for him are definitely no less than three digits, but there is no one among them who provides even a new label for himself.

It can be seen that the birth of labels is relatively independent for each cognitor, if there is a progress bar for the condensation of labels, as long as no one reaches 100%, then even if hundreds of millions of people reach 99%, they will still not provide labels.

And when does a person develop a strong enough cognition?

At least it has to be when the emotions are at their highest, right?

When is that person most emotionally intense?

On the verge of death, despair and pain, extreme grief...... Of course, it's okay to be very happy, but the problem is that it's obviously more time-saving and effort-saving to create pain than to make people happy and excited enough to condense the label.

As long as you frantically torture a person in the present world, there is a high probability that you will be able to get a label like [abuser] or "enemy", and if you put him back in modern times, there will be more similar cognitive reinforcement of this label, how profitable is this?

But on the other hand, even if she brushes the favorability of the people in the present world to death, she is unforgettable for herself, and even generates the [beloved] label, so the only one who can provide cognition for this label is always the one who loves it.

After all, it is easy to regard the enemies of relatives and friends as enemies, even if the two parties have never met, but on the contrary, it is difficult to regard a person who has never met as a friend, even if he and his relatives and friends remain unchanged until death.

"It's hard to be a good person, and it's even more so for nothing." Recognizing the contagion mechanism of [tag], Feng Xue couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and then began to privately look for a large number of general-purpose ATMs that are indispensable to every protagonist of the urban stream......