"That kid didn't peek again?"

In an empty street, four old men suddenly appeared.

Luo Qian moved his neck slightly, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

"Nope." Zhang Dong was silent for a while and said.

"I don't think he can have this kind of mind, he is afraid that we will prevent him from becoming an outlier and thus joining our echelon." Meng Xiaodong's eyes narrowed slightly.

"There is no doubt that he can't be that kind of ruthless and desireless machine, this kid is not such a person, he treats people who are weaker than him like ants, killing people only depends on mood, only looks at the luck of the other party."

"He likes to play, he likes to perform, he likes to watch despair appear." Qin Lao said expressionlessly.

"From the very beginning, he took his grandfather's words as a fart, what saved the world, what became a savior, he looked like he was watching."

"I was lucky before, thinking he wasn't such a person, but today I'm sure."

"There are no living people in the ghost paintings."

The three of them listened to Qin Lao's words, and their expressions did not change.

"It doesn't matter, believe me, when his strength reaches a certain point, he will find that only ghosts are left in the world is desperate, people are cohabiting animals, and he will not abandon some of people's emotions."

"To be honest, if what he said before wasn't to stabilize us, I would have just shot him to death."

"The world doesn't need a machine that will only follow the law and vein, we can't be sure that this machine will get out of control, he has some people's feelings on the contrary, at least he won't embark on a road to extinction."

Zhang Dong didn't care about this, but agreed.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the Industrial Revolution, with the birth of machines, some people embarked on a crooked path.

Just by the end of the day, the Republic of China was defeated.

"So, he might end up saving the world for some other reason?" Meng Xiaodong hesitated for a while and asked.

"Of course." Qin Lao took over the conversation.

"If there are no living people, how can he feel hopeless? How to watch the sinister of man? ”

"How does he play? How do you stand out from the crowd? ”

"People who stand on the top of mountains like to look down on the world, but if the world is gone, what will they see? What to play? ”

"The strong will save the world in the end, not because he is this kind of person, but because he has to go."

"The weak are the existence of the strong, without the weak, there is no support, no one looks up to them, so what are they becoming strong for?"

"The ghost is resurrected, the living people all over the world are dying, do you think one and a half people will live with ghosts?"

"Ghosts don't have much wisdom, and wise ghosts will only avoid them, and when that time comes, will you show off to ghosts? Or do you think ghosts will look up to you? ”

"Not really, because unintelligent ghosts don't care how strong you are, as long as you trigger the law of killing, they will attack you."

"It's boring."

Luo Qian listened to Qin Lao's explanation, his head hurt a little, but soon he thought of something.

"Riding a horse, Yu Qianliu, this old thing, is pinching his grandson's death."

"That's why I said yes." Zhang Dong said.

"The kid is a good guy and knows what we're thinking, but he doesn't say it directly, which is good, it prevents me from shooting him to death."

"Xiao Qin, I think the little guy you chose may be difficult in the future." Meng Xiaodong suddenly laughed.

Qin Lao sighed and said an inside story, "From beginning to end, Yang Jian was used as a tool man by that kid. ”

"I really didn't understand how he knew about Yang Jian's future, and he even knew Yang Jian's final choice."

"I can see from this file, he is waiting, waiting for Yang Jian to make that choice, and then use the sixty years without supernatural powers to arrange his own things."

"I don't know all about Yang Jian's future, how did he know?"

"And Ye Zhen, I don't understand, why he is willing to play with that kid, I remember that he and he have only met three times in total."

"What's the magic of this kid?"

Listening to Qin Lao's doubts, none of the three of them could guess the mystery.

"Old, old, young people now......" Meng Xiaodong sighed, he really felt old.

"Speaking of which, I saw an interesting picture." Suddenly, Zhang Dong laughed, and then he waved his hand, and an illusory picture appeared.

It was a path with two young people facing each other.

He knew two young people, one was Yu Zhile and the other was Yang Jian.

The path was dark, and the darkness around it was constantly creeping.

"What, you're not convinced?" Yu Zhile looked at Yang Jian with a dead expression.

"A little." Yang Jian was silent for a while and said.

"You should thank me, if it weren't for me, what is standing in front of me now is a ghost with Yang Jian's memory, not you Yang Jian." Yu Zhile overlooked Yang Jian.

"I know, but I don't think you should count me." Yang Jian was silent again, and said after a long time.

"So you're going to kill me?" Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's pupils shrank slightly, "You are the same as me!" You lied to ......"

Suddenly, the two looked in one direction at the same time, and Yu Zhile's eyes blinked, "This is not very good, is it, will it be immoral for you to peek like this?" You can't shoot me to death over there. ”

"Zhang Dong, are you going to weigh me again?" Yang Jian asked indifferently.

"Young people, the temper is big." Zhang Dong waved his hand, the picture disappeared, and the other three looked at the scene just now, and their expressions were shocked.

"These are the two of you?" Meng Xiaodong asked in disbelief.

"Apparently so." Zhang Dong nodded.

"How strong, they're better than you?" Luo Qian asked.

"Of course, it is inevitable." Zhang Dong said with relief.

"No wonder the future has not changed, it turned out to be intercepted." Qin Lao looked stunned.

"Looking at the appearance of the two of them, has the supernatural resurgence been solved?" Meng Xiaodong observed a point.

"It should be." Zhang Dong said with some uncertainty.

"Okay, Yu Zhile's consideration is over, he can bear our pressure, and we don't need to put any more means on him."

As Zhang Dong said this, the other three nodded their heads, and Yu Zhile's next life would not have the calculations of the four of them.

"Let's go, it's time to meet the old guy who has been hiding from me all my life." Zhang Dong walked towards the end of the street.

Three streets away from here, a little boy is making a human skin out of a ghost.

The three of them followed Zhang Dong, as before.

In a corridor behind the three of them, Yu Zhile leaned against the wall next to the window, looking at the ceiling.

His expression was neither sad nor joyful, strangely calm.

"What you see is the truth?"

Yu Zhile muttered to himself, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Time passed slowly.

Outside, the headquarters was helpless against the S-class supernatural events in Dachang City.

As a last resort, they asked Ye Zhen for help, but Ye Zhen was busy and needed to wait for two days.

No matter how anxious the headquarters was, they could only wait, so just like that, two days passed.

Outside Dachang City.

(End of chapter)