After the three of them signed the agreement.

Louis Eighty-two always felt that something was wrong, but when he thought that Fang Mo and Nocturne owed more, he was immediately relieved.

Seeing the signing of the agreement, the night walk smiled mysteriously: "From today onwards, the Shenqi Group is officially established. ”

Fang Mo saw that Ye Xing turned on the laptop, turned it slightly, and the screen was facing him.

"5 million astral crystals?" Fang Mo muttered in a lost voice.

The sword eyebrows of the night walker twitched a few times, smiled faintly, and pointed to the screen: "You are an SS-level target!" It's 5 million, and the rules of the Seiya Group are to pay money first, and refunds if the task fails! ”

Smack!

Enter a string of numbers for the night line.

Drip!

Eject an account.

"I'm the manager of the task, and I'm responsible for the refund with the wolf, do you say the refund is not refunded?" Ye Xing stared at Fang Mo and said quietly.

"This is your account?" Fang Mo wondered.

"It's mine, it's Seiya's rule, the group collects money directly, but the refund is in contact with the manager." Nightwalk explained.

"This rule is very unreasonable, refund to the manager, isn't it a joke?" Louis Eighty-two asked.

"What Seiya wants is irrationality! But there has never been a manager who has broken the rules and embezzled customers' money. "The night walk is a glance at the back.

"Is it because there is a severe punishment?" Louis Eighty-two asked.

"It's not! Because of professional ethics, and Seiya doesn't have any punishment for it! Yexing opened a reminder email and continued to reply.

"Don't move!" Fang Mo took out a musket and aimed it at the head of the night walker.

Louis Eighty-two stood up and stared at them wary.

"Mr. Nightwalker! Transfer your money to my account or make your head bloom! Fang Mo said with a serious face.

Bite!

The 5,000,000 Star Crystals immediately arrived at Fang Mo's account.

Fang Mo put away the musket, grabbed the shoulder of the night walker, and the two walked out of the conference room while chatting.

"What to eat at night!"

"Let's barbecue!"

"Good!"

"Huh? Louie! ”

"Prince! What are you rubbing? ”

Only then did Louis Eighty-two react, and muttered in his heart: "What kind of operation is this?" ”

A week later.

The astral crystal withdrawn at the end of the square was delivered to the fleet on time.

After three long months, everyone started the penance mode in the Starlight Crystal Room.

Fang Mo boarded the Black Squid and quietly left the fleet.

According to the guidance of the star map, the Black Squid arrived at the intended location after two weeks of flying off course.

"Sure enough, there was nothing!" Fang Mo stood on the huge bridge and said disappointedly.

Dead!

Cold!

Even large nebulae are very far away.

Margaret suddenly walked out and said softly, "Now you can do some divination!" ”

Fang Mo stared at Margaret and held up the notebook with a serious face, not embarrassed to disturb her.

Margaret's red lips opened slightly, and her slender and slender fingers began to carve intricate inscriptions on the starry sky outside the ship.

The atmosphere on the bridge suddenly became solemn.

Margaret is bathed in soft white light and shadow, sacred and inviolable.

Fang Mo suddenly had a strange thought-

Perhaps Margaret is not simply a singing being, she exudes a gentle and fresh aura all around her, soft and beautiful and irresistible.

Fang Mo took a small step towards Margaret, stretched out his right hand and gently touched Margaret's notebook.

Airplanes! ....... click....... buzz!

Fang Mo trembled, the starry sky he was in suddenly shattered, and the old squid also began to tremble violently, and then completely collapsed.

Boom!

Endless darkness!

Boundless dead silence!

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of coldness around him, Fang Mo would have thought that he had completely disappeared into this world.

A trace of coldness, like a reptile, squirmed back and forth on Fang Mo's skin.

There is the sound of sea water fluctuations!

The waves crash against the shore, but they are like metal clashing with each other, and the sound is thick and sonorous!

"No!"

Fang Mo was suddenly shocked, and he came to his senses, looking around, with a shocked look on his face.

He was lying on a dilapidated wooden boat, and several beautiful women who looked like fishermen around him were also staring at Fang Mo in horror.

The cabin was crawling with about an inch of black worms, and that was where those cold sensations came from.

And beneath the ship is the boundless black ocean.

In the western sky, a round black sun hangs, with a faint red halo at the edges.

Fang Mo suddenly remembered something, and quickly touched it in his pocket, and suddenly his expression was relieved, and the notebook was still there.

Fang Mo's heart moved, and Margaret appeared on the wooden boat very indifferently.

When several women saw that there was another living person, their faces suddenly became even more frightened.

"What is this place?" Fang Moyi swept the black worms out of the cabin.

"Ancient Base No. 1!" Margaret flipped through the notebook a few times and said seriously.

"Why couldn't I divinate before?" Fang Mo asked suspiciously.

Margaret glanced at the black sun in the distance, and said with a solemn face: "Because it hasn't reached that star field yet!" ”

Fang Mo shook his head and said: "Divination is to predict the future, which is a bit unreasonable!" ”

"It's a dead land, there is no future, if it weren't for Base One, you might never be able to get out of that starry sky again." Margaret frowned rarely, as if she was worried about what would happen to Fang Mo.

"Dead Domain?" Fang Mo quickly searched for the relevant information in his mind, and there were only some very fragmentary information.

The Dead Domain is a semi-energetic region between reality and nothingness, which exists in large quantities all over the starry sky, and most of the various fleet disappearances received by the government every year are related to the Dead Domain.

It's like a giant beast that hides perfectly in the stars.

But.

Dyson 27 civilization, why mark such a location.

Is it to get yourself into the dead realm?

Or is it to let yourself run into Base One in the Dead Land?

Fang Mozheng's thoughts were flying, and a series of earth-shattering roars came.

Western.

Under the reflection of the black sun and the red halo

The black ocean began to tumble violently, like boiling water, churning out thick puffs of smoke, and countless black waves were pushed high into the sky.

After a few seconds.

Huge waves about hundreds of feet high slowly took shape.

On each wave stood a dragon-like creature with wings on its back and two claws on its belly, enough to be more than ten feet long.

Seeing this, several plain-clothed women began to slide their oars quickly, rowing towards the small island not far away.

Instead of flying towards the broken ship, these dragon-like creatures began to fight and devour each other in the sky.

Defeated dragon-type creatures are eaten by other dragons.

The ocean is still tumbling.

Countless new dragon-like creatures were lifted high into the air again by the great waves, starting a new round of fighting.

After more than ten minutes, the boat finally approached the island.

"That's all you eat!" Fang Mo followed the women to a dilapidated stone house, and there was a black firework under a simple stone trough.

Fang Mo even felt the slightest warmth.

One woman poured several pockets of black worms into the stone trough, and another woman lifted a thick stone pestle with a look of great difficulty.

Boom!

Accompanied by a dull hammering sound.

Let's go!

The sound of a black worm bursting sounded.

A few seconds later.

A few pockets of black worms turned into half-troughs of black liquid, indistinguishable from the pitch-black sea.

Fang Mo saw that the woman was struggling and wanted to take the stone pestle, and he was immediately shocked, with his extraordinary seventh-order strength, he couldn't even lift the stone pestle.

The woman stretched out her slender white right hand to pick up the stone pestle, but accidentally touched Fang Mo's arm, and a piercing cold feeling almost instantly hit his whole body, and he immediately withdrew his hands.

Fang Mo raised his head and stared at a few smiling women carefully, feeling that they were no different from ordinary people.

"Destined people! Today is the centennial Dragon Festival! It's finally time to get out of here! Several women stared at Fang Mo tightly together, their expressions were very strange.

"Dragon Festival! What does it have to do with me? Fang Mo said.

"You'll find out in a moment!" A woman spoke.

At this moment, Fang Mo noticed that the faces of several women were almost the same, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

The feeling of coldness lingered, and the consciousness energy could not be mobilized at all.

Boom! …

Fang Mo's face was dumbfounded.

Several women actually filled a bowl of black liquid and drank it all.

Fang Mo withdrew his strange gaze and turned his vision to the black sea in the distance.

The fierce roars continued, and the battle between the dragon-like creatures continued.

The black ocean continues to churn.

Huge waves come and go.

There seem to be countless dragon-like creatures, frantically fighting and devouring each other in the sky.

More than two months later, the fighting continues.

The survivors are getting stronger and stronger, and their bodies have evolved to thousands of feet, faintly revealing bursts of dazzling metallic luster.

Fang Mo seemed to remember something, suddenly turned to look at the stone trough, and quickly stepped forward and touched it with his hand.

"Energy Devouring Gold?!" Fang Mo looked shocked again.

At this moment, several women have not returned from going to sea.

If they live off energy-devouring gold, what's the difference between them and dragon-like creatures?

It's unimaginable!

The black ocean churning in the distance was full of energy-devouring gold.

They are metal!

There were only a few dragon-like creatures left in the sky, and one of the survivors was already faintly red.

In the fierce bite, it suddenly flew to its feet, raised its head and roared, and the other surviving dragon-like creatures froze, stopped fighting, and stood at the top of the wave, prostrate at its feet.

"Dragon Festival survivors, stay undefeated for months, this is it!" A plain-clothed woman stood behind Fang Mo at some point, staring at the rough sea in the distance with excitement on her face.

Her clear and translucent black eyes reflected the huge waves in the distance, Fang Mo suddenly turned her head and looked at the violently surging sea of energy devouring gold again, where there were still some dragon-like creatures, only a crimson spherical object the size of a football, quietly suspended at the top of the huge waves.

"Reach out!" The woman in white's eyes flashed, and she held a dagger in her right hand at some point.

After all, Base 1 is the home of others, and as a guest, you have to be a guest and do whatever you want, Fang Mo obediently stretched out his right palm with a look of vigilance.

"Hmmm! Shrewd! That's right, so it's perfect! The woman in white held the dagger in her right hand, gently and slowly slashing across Fang Mo's palm.

"Can't you hurry?" Fang Mo endured the sharp pain in his heart, and said with a straight face.

"Process matters!" The woman in white seems to enjoy the process of paddling, the length of a palm, the feeling of paddling and pulling, and the process... She really enjoyed it.

She has sadistic tendencies!