"Investigate, in the last two years, the list of deaths of people in the black street."

"Go and get the bonus, and say it's for the madman."

Liu Chengfeng stood outside Suyang's gate, looked at the secretary who had just arrived, and said lightly.

The secretary subconsciously looked at Su Yang's room.

"Why don't you go to him and make sure?"

Liu Chengfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if smiling.

The secretary finally retracted his gaze silently, opened the car door, and watched Liu Chengfeng get into the car and leave.

in the room.

"It's strange, there are hundreds of people in the group, why don't they say a word."

"I've posted more than 200 memes..."

Looking at the 'Central Street Security Group' that Old Man An had just pulled into him, Su Yang was puzzled, and casually sent more than 20 'Is anyone there?' ’。

The group was silent, as if they were all dead.

Silent.

It's just that what Su Yang doesn't know is that at the same time...

In a group chat called 'Center Street Security Consultation Group 2'.

Countless people are crazy about the old man of Aitan, and they are scolding.

'Old bastard, are you crazy?' ’

'Believe it or not, I flipped your teahouse?' ’

Similar remarks are frantically swiping the screen.

After a long time, Old Man An responded slowly and logically in the group: "People are in Tianhuo City, don't read it..."

Subsequently, it disappeared again.

As for the other abuses in the group, they turned a blind eye.

"I didn't expect that there would be a group chat on Center Street!"

"The little cleaner knows, he must be very moved..."

Su Yang was quite emotional, threw his phone aside, turned off the light, went to bed, and prepared to end this beautiful day.

The moon hangs high.

The icy moonlight swept the earth.

Su Yang suddenly frowned slightly, sat up from the bed suddenly, covered his forehead, and let out a low roar.

Bursts of whispering came to his mind out of thin air, but they were so vague that he couldn't hear what he was saying, accompanied only by a sharp pain, as if there were a pair of invisible hands, clutching his nerves.

Moreover, the pain this time was far greater than before, even a person like Su Yang, who had long been accustomed to headaches, couldn't help but roar.

He clenched his hands into fists and gasped for air.

Sweat soaked the sheets.

The whispers grew louder and louder, like thunder, echoing in his mind, but he still couldn't hear a single word, and even his vision gradually blurred.

In a trance, images flashed through his mind.

A magnificent city!

An expressionless teenager standing on top of a tall building.

The dark sky is full of fairy worlds.

Hundreds of people fell to their knees and kowtowed.

At last...

A series of explosions, roaring, formed ruins.

At this point, the picture came to an abrupt end.

The whispering in Su Yang's mind gradually dissipated.

Su Yang gasped heavily, left the bed tiredly, turned on the shower in the bathroom, and let the cold water pour on his body, and his brain became clear again.

"Again..."

"Are you making the future again..."

"But... But I just... I don't believe in the future..."

Su Yang muttered to himself, draped in a bathrobe, sat in front of the sofa at the window, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and didn't know what he was thinking.

……

Chaos, ruins, desolation...

All these factors make up the world in front of us.

A rusty iron rod, wrapped in a blood-red cloak, stood in the sky.

The lotus lantern floating in the air is also full of cracks.

A lonely figure sat on the top of a high mountain, as if looking down on the so-called fairy world, motionless, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

Farther away, there is a skeleton with no end in sight.

All kinds of scenes make the world seem dilapidated and desolate.

Only the collapsed immortal court is still exuding a faint light, stubbornly proving its existence.

And at the moment...

In this silent world, a bell suddenly rang.

The sound is muffled, but clearly audible.

As the bell rang, the originally faint light of the Immortal Court suddenly became dazzling.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the world, a barren mountain also heard bursts of Buddha sounds, constantly echoing in the air.

The collapsed temple at the top of the mountain, the bricks and tiles trembled slightly, splashing dust.

Suddenly, the plaque with the words 'Leiyin Temple' suddenly fell, and an iron-blue palm stretched out from the ruins.

"Ami... Buddha..."

A voice rang out from the void.

The plaque of 'Leiyin Temple' suddenly shimmered, slowly rose into the air, and re-hung on the dilapidated stone wall.

The palm of the hand stopped moving, and there was no more movement.

Faintly, only an angry roar came from the ground: "Fight..."

And the other side.

Fairy Garden.

From the depths of the ruins, there was a sound as well.

At the top of the mountain, the lonely back image moved slightly, but the amplitude was too small to distinguish.

The iron rod trembled slightly, and the red cloak wrapped around it fluttered in the wind, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Monkey !!"

Inside the Immortal Court, angry voices echoed.

"Immortals... Pro..."

"It's done... Foregone conclusion..."

"No one can... Blocking..."

"Immortal Lin..."

"Once, twice, three times..."

"The 'seeds'... Fit... It's going to get higher and higher..."

"We... Will... Return..."

The staccato sound was completely gone.

The iron rod returned to its original form, unremarkable.

Only the blood-red cloak, still moving with the wind...

In the deeper mist, a headless giant can be seen walking aimlessly, aimlessly, causing the earth to shake with every step he takes.

A ferocious beast crawls on the ground like a mountain range.

The hideous wounds of the Dao Dao are more like outlining the winding blood-colored mountain road on this mountain range.

As for further afield...

Under the obscuration of the fog, it is no longer clear to see.

……

"It's really a joy to be able to see the five top masters from Shanhai City gathered together, as the city lord!"

In the conference room, Liu Wushu sat in the first place, showing a heroic smile.

Liu Chengfeng stood honestly behind him, acting as a background board.

"Riding the wind and waves, which pig did you talk about before?"

Su Yang sat on the chair and looked at the other people curiously, like a detective, guessing with a serious face.

Liu Chengfeng's face froze, he decisively lowered his head and said nothing, reducing his sense of existence.

But Liu Wushu shook his head with a smile: "Little madman, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I have become a lot more humorous, and my anger is not as heavy as before." ”

"Hmm..."

"Yes?"

"I'm feeling fine."

"How do you feel about this expression, don't you look like a ruthless killer!"

Su Yang thoughtfully, straightened his face, faced Liu Wushu sideways, posed in a ten-out middle two pose, and asked.