Under the violent invasion of the disciples of the Demon Sect, one house after another in the town was kicked open.

It's the same in all the houses.

Warm lights, turned on TVs, steaming food, moving tables and chairs... Everything is as if nothing has happened. No nuclear explosions, no divine punishments, no doomsday, no damn monsters, and no clouds that will never go away.

The weird thing, however, is that there is no one.

Not even a ghost can be found.

"Report to the elders, Wang Yuan, Zhao Kai, and Bai Wushuang, who were in charge of investigating the third hut on the right in the northwest corner, are missing. "A disciple suddenly came to report.

Murong Yun shook the braids on his head, crossed his waist with his hands, tightened the floral skirt, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Immediately let the disciple climb up to see, and at the same time shout the code and pay attention to the movement." All the disciples are on guard, a group of ten people, each time they enter the house, there must be more than three people staying outside the door, and the disciples who enter the house, one person apart, continue to pass on the word, and cannot be cut off. ”

Many of the disciples immediately received the order and acted as instructed.

But similar news continues to come.

Almost all over the town, a large number of disciples who were in charge of entering the house to explore all of a sudden disappeared.

According to the statement of the disciple of Hui Yu.

Those disciples who disappeared were still talking to them one moment ago, and the next moment they suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Heavy rain continued throughout the town.

The arc of electricity spreading above the black sky, occasionally sprinkling a miserable white electric light, illuminated this town in the shadows like a hideous demon cave.

Although... These people who are searching this town at the moment, they are the real demons.

"Blow the whistle, gather everyone, and don't scatter the action anymore. Murong Yun listened to the order.

Almost within ten minutes, all the disciples who had scattered throughout the town had all turned back and gathered in the square of the town under the corrosive acid rain.

When they entered, they must have been close to a group of five hundred people.

At this time, it has been reduced by half.

More than 300 people are missing.

Murong Yunting turned his puzzled gaze to Song Qingwen.

Hopefully he can give an explanation.

But Song Qingwen didn't care about the disappearance of his disciples at all.

The points he cared about were placed elsewhere.

"If there is any power, take away all the missing disciples. Then why didn't it come to me?"

"Isn't it, what implicit conditions do I still need to meet?" Song Qingwen broke into a room, then spun around the room, ignoring the greetings of the other elders.

Looking at the chair that was slowly moving away, Song Qingwen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then sat down.

As soon as he sat down, he instantly felt black and white reversed, day and night spinning.

It was as if in an instant, he had been transported to another time and space.

The people who were originally invisible appeared in front of him in detail and truthfully.

At this time, the morning news was broadcast on the television.

The hot-bodied hostess, who is introducing in detail, is taking place in a massive parade in Apple City.

The little girl with freckles on the bridge of her nose, wearing diapers and a yellow shirt, sat in the baby chair, looking curiously at Song Qingwen who suddenly appeared, while continuing to eat her small cake, with cream on her cheeks.

There was also the sound of ping-pong in the kitchen, and it seemed that the owner of the house was cooking food.

It's just that it sounds like the other person is not good at it, and he always makes exclamations like 'damn' and 'bad'.

Song Qingwen raised his eyes and looked out the window again.

The natural and warm sunlight shone in and sprinkled on the balcony where some small flowers were planted but not well cared for.

In the square facing the window, a sweet old couple is sitting warmly on a bench, and occasionally there are one or two intimate lip and tooth exchanges.

"I... Spanning time?"

"I... Before the nuclear explosion?" There is no reason for this, but it is very clear to come to such a conclusion.

Since the powerhouse that exists in the underworld can manipulate the time difference between the two worlds.

So of course, send him to the time before the nuclear explosion, reversing time and space... Seems reasonable too?

"But why did you send me before the nuclear explosion, and why was it in this town?" Song Qingwen was even more puzzled.

Of course, if it had been before the nuclear explosion, then he would have been happier.

Because in this era, there is a good network of information exchange.

This was learned by Song Qingwen through one night in the underground shelter of the red-haired Tom.

Through this network, he can quickly get the knowledge he wants.

Know the formula for creating a nuclear bomb and even certain required conditions.

He began to search the house, first of all he had to find the thing called the 'computer'.

Then try to use a 'computer', connect to the Internet, and get information.

Soon, Song Qingwen locked a laptop on the dining table.

The computer screen was still on, and it seemed that the owner of the house had done half of the work, and had not finished it, but had left for the time being.

Song Qingwen tried to operate the computer.

But I found that I couldn't touch the computer at all, and there seemed to be an inexplicable layer of 'medium' between me and the laptop.

His hand from the computer... Passed through the table.

He's like a geist in this world.

"You haven't been invited to do so. In front of Song Qingwen's eyes, such a line of big characters appeared.

"Invite?"

"What invitation?" Song Qingwen began to think.

Then he tried to smile at the little girl sitting in the baby chair and show his kindness.

However, this is too difficult for Song Qingwen.

After being a demon cultivator, demon head, and demon lord for too long, he has long forgotten what kindness is.

He has always speculated on others with the greatest malice, and he also dressed himself up with the most ferocious image.

Originally, she was just looking at Song Qingwen's little girl curiously, but she was frightened by his sudden 'kindness'.

The small cake in his hand fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

The little girl looked at her empty palms, then at the cake on the floor, and her eyes quickly reddened, and then tears welled up.

Woo··· Ahh ！

Like a shrill whistle, the little girl howled at the top of her throat.

The so-called girl's crying, like pear blossoms with rain. It must be a controlled release of emotions, a symbolic performance with a purpose.

The girl who is really sad, when she cries, her sharp voice is simply desperate.

Song Qingwen assured that if it was in a normal state, he would have broken the neck of this little thing by now.

A rough, unkempt looking man walked out quickly, still holding a butter-stained wooden spoon in his hand, and the ketchup on his arm had not had time to clean up in time.

When he saw Song Qingwen, he was obviously stunned.

Then he stepped forward and pinched Song Qingwen's fat little face at this time with oily fingers.

"Owen, you little bastard, are you trying to seduce our little darling again?"

"Swear to God, if you make her cry again, I'll shove your head in Bank's ass. ”

Song Qingwen looked confused at this time.

There's only one thing on my mind...

"I... Unexpectedly... Got pinched in the face?"