Under Zhao Yingkong's eyes that wanted to kill, Xiao Honglu said excitedly: "This time, the main task, I guess it's up to us to choose!" ”

"You mean that this time the main quest will only be opened after we have selected a 'faction'?" Zhan Lan followed Xiao Honglu's train of thought: "It's the same as the God War mission we once encountered, when the main god prompted us to automatically join the Sun God Sect camp, and this time. Do we need to take the initiative to find a faction? Was the Lord God at that time a reminder of the possibility of future faction missions? ”

Zhan Lan's imagination is rich and his thinking is open, at least no one can think of Zhan Lan's layer.

"Then there are at least two camps in this world. The faction represented by the Bat Totem Council, and a faction outside of the Bat Totem Council. Otherwise, we don't have a choice. Xiao Honglu began to try to weave something out of his hair: "Space vampire. The Bat Totem Council must have something to do with this space vampire. I think it's most likely that the opposing camp from the Bat Totem Council will exist."

Xiao Honglu analyzes why the opposing camp is the most likely, and Wu Jie begins to try to find some information from the surrounding environment. He looked much farther than the others, and the eyes of the fourth-order powerhouse were not a joke!

First of all, it's night.

Secondly, the neon signs and high-tech buildings are far away, but they are now in the depths of an extremely old residential area.

At last.

Wu Jie looked up at the sky, the dark sky seemed to be covered with a barrier, and no starlight fell. This is not a metaphor, but a fact, the sky is blocked, and not a single starlight can reach the earth, not even the sun.

And the blockade of the earth is a space station.

“O-s-b-o”

Wu Jie read the letters on the space station expressionlessly, and at this moment, the air began to flow with the outside world, and the main god barrier ended incomparably abruptly!

"The main god barrier is over, do you want me to do a mental power scan?"

"Scan, why not scan." Wu Jie continued to stare at the space station above his head, this time he didn't have the barrier of the main god, and he saw it more clearly: "Let it go, everything has me!" ”

"Well, we don't seem to find anything out of the ordinary, we seem to be in a slum, yes, a slum. Why will there be such a thing in the world in the future? I hypnotized some of the locals and got some basic information from them. There is basically no communication between the slums and the rich areas, and the poor here have no accidents, and they will never have a little interaction with the rich areas in the distance for the rest of their lives. ”

"Even breathing costs money in rich areas, and I'm not kidding that there is a tax called the Air Purification Tax in rich areas, and it really costs money to even breathe."

"Indeed." The attentive Wang Xia has already discovered this: "The air here is very muddy, is this a doomsday-style world?" How has the world changed? ”

"What is the currency of this world? It can't be paper money, right? ”

"A virtual currency called MiG, where everyone has an identification card, and the virtual currency is stored in the identification card."

Wu Jie still didn't speak, constantly identifying where the space station above his head belonged.

"If that's the case, we need detachments, one team in the slums to get information, and the other team to infiltrate the rich areas. It's just that the rich area costs money for everything, and we don't have the currency of this world. Although there are some spots, it is not realistic for us to want to sell this kind of thing without an identity card. ”

The Middle-Continent team exchanged various types of currency in advance, but the world is different, and the currency model cannot be the same. Therefore, it is mainly based on food, water, gold, silver, jewelry, and various precious metals, which can be realized, such as the exclusive world currency called [MiG], which is not known in advance, who will exchange this kind of thing.

"Find the Ground Snake." Because the medieval assassination became a futuristic cyberpunk, Zero suddenly said: "There must be the kind of snake that connects the two regions, find them, coerce and lure, there is always a way to get them to cooperate, and we can also get more information."

Understood, Zhan Lan nodded, and directly began a large-scale search for suitable targets.

"The slums must have a meaning to exist, and if there is no point at all, then what's the use of those rich people keeping here?" Xiao Honglu had already braided a bracelet out of his hair, and at this moment, Wu Jie finally put down his head that had been tilted for a long time, turned his head and said to the others: "Do you know what I want to do?" ”

"What?"

"I want to get out of the team."

"Then you can go."

"No, if I'm gone, tsk." Wu Jie looked up at the sky again and said, "Something very bad will happen." ”

"You have time to play dumb riddles there, why don't you come and help me find a suitable target." Zhan Lan muttered dissatisfiedly, and then said, "Found it, it's far away, let's go directly." ”

"Let's go over there, don't alarm the local forces here." Wu Jie took the lead in walking out of the alley: "The force in this world is still quite good, there is no need to make extraneous branches at the beginning of the story." ”

It is good to have a noble mental power controller, and it is also a mental power controller with two extremely high gene locks, and hypnotizing ordinary people to say information, this kind of thing is simply handy.

His perception is able to penetrate deep into the time and space of cause and effect, sensing fate. And his eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see, and his ears can hear things that ordinary people can't hear.

It's an ordinary bazaar, the streets are bustling with people and hawkers, and it seems that the Middle-earth team is just in time for a day like a rally-got.

Although the high-tech futuristic city is far away, the people who set up stalls here are still in the early 20th century, and the goods sold are mainly food, cloth, clothing, livestock, and even many street vendors have adopted the most primitive means of barter.

'Hey, hey, isn't it really medieval?' What do I think there's a stall over there, bleeding people! ’

Under Zhang Heng's precise guidance, everyone's eyes fell on the stall not far away, which was a different stall. The difference lies in the fact that the style of the booths is out of place with the surroundings.

'You're such a genius, you're clearly selling blood, how can you understand that they're bloodletting?' ’

The white coat, the flickering cold light of the instrument, the transaction process between the two parties did not produce any communication, only the ticking sound of blood flowing into the cold memory.

Ah, my brain hurts, and I can't calm down and think about it when I have a guest at home

(End of chapter)