"Oh, a dying waste, there is still time to write a book! Tell me, who killed the sect master? It can make your death more comfortable. ”

A young man standing outside the cell door sneered at the young man in the dungeon with a gloomy face.

Although he was in prison and knew that his time was numbered, the young man sitting at the wooden table was still indifferent. Just his appearance made the young man outside the cell more and more angry.

The gloomy young man opened the cell door, grabbed him by the collar when he entered, and lifted him from the wooden wheelchair, ignoring the overturned wheelchair.

The neck was strangled by the collar that was lifted in an instant, and the young man, who was already thin and pale, rarely showed a slight blush on his face.

The boy who couldn't breathe didn't struggle, didn't beg for mercy, only clenched his fists tightly, and even pierced his nails into his palms. Drops of black and red blood dripped from his fists, and it was obvious that this young man with disabled legs had already been poisoned into the bone marrow, and even if he was not killed, his days were short.

Now that he is alive, he just wants to fulfill the agreement he made with the man he met on the banks of the galaxy and finish writing this book! Or, at least, until he finishes writing this book, even the elders of the Tianyuan Divine Sect will not allow him to die!

Just as the boy's consciousness began to be chaotic, a slightly old voice came from outside the cell door, stopping the young man's actions.

"That's enough, what's the point of bullying a cripple like this! If he doesn't want to say it, then lock him up until death! I'm here to see if the star mark who killed the sect master will come to save him!"

When he saw the figure of the middle-aged man outside the prison door, his expression froze, and then a playful smile appeared on his face. Disdainfully threw the boy on the ground, and no matter how the boy climbed into the wheelchair that had fallen to the ground, turned around and left the cell.

A coughing sound covered by a hand came from the cell where the teenager was being held after the two left.

Wiping off the black blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth, the young man supported the ground with one hand, and with the other hand, he straightened the wheelchair that threw off a few pieces of wood with difficulty.

When he climbed back into his wheelchair and sat down at the wooden table, his clothes were already soaked with sweat. Such a simple act to ordinary people is already a kind of torture for him, a person whose legs are disabled and poisoned to the bone marrow.

Ignoring the stinging pain from the wound in his palm, the young man's arms trembled, and he struggled to pick up the brush that had fallen on the desk.

Just to support the power of waving the brush, it takes two hands to reach and continue his, unfinished work. The black and red droplets of blood, stained on the blank space of the paper, rendered a palpitating mottle.

"A person like me, I'm afraid it's rare in the world! It's really like what he said, I'm really hopeless, but I don't need others to save me! A book leads you into the game, Qin Ge Lao, you are dying. ”

Thinking of this, the teenager who has always acted like he puts life and death out of the way rarely laughed insolently. It was just a laugh in the hallway, but it was also accompanied by a cough that could not be suppressed.

"Damn, next time I use this medicine to pretend to be dead, I'm brain-dead!"

The dim candle flame in the dungeon is reflected on the cover of a completed volume of content on the wooden table, "Sunset Starmark"

The jade pendant on the young man's neck, under the illumination of the candle flame, looked particularly bright, but for some reason, the two people before didn't notice the existence of the jade pendant

And so the story begins...

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"The following is an urgent news, this year's No. 7 typhoon has landed in some parts of our province, the wind has reached level 10, please all citizens do not go out, prevent ......"

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The room, which had to rely on electric lighting due to the typhoon, was suddenly plunged into darkness due to a power outage.

"MMP, this ghost has a power outage, how can people live!"

The owner of the voice fumbled with the phone, turned on the flash of the phone, and saw that it was a two-bedroom apartment.

Su Mo, who was holding a mobile phone, threw the bag of potato chips that he had eaten up in his hand onto the coffee table, and many snack bags that had been hollowed out could be seen on the coffee table.

Su Mo, who got up, walked to the balcony, wanting to see the city swept by the typhoon. It's just that the rain-soaked windows can't see the outside at all, Su Mo struggled to open the wind-blown windows, and before he could react, a terrible low pressure almost sucked him outside.

Su Mo, who struggled to support the window and resist the suction, finally insisted that the air pressure in the room was the same as the air pressure outside.

He sat on the ground with his buttocks, and didn't care about the cold rain slapping indiscriminately on his face. At this time, his brain was blank, and only the instinct of life support prompted him to gasp violently, and the muscles of his whole body began to twitch involuntarily due to excessive tension and fear.

Before the frightened Su Mo came back to his senses, a black object flew in directly from the open window.

Su Mo, who was caught off guard, was directly smashed to the ground by this thing, and the moment he was hit, he only thought of a movie he had watched - "Death is Coming".

Su Mo finally fell to the ground in a daz, hit his black object, and lay next to him, the mobile phone that fell to the ground, tenaciously illuminated part of the room with a flash.

The storm that accompanied the typhoon swept through the window and swept through the room, and the snack packaging was blown all over the room. Not far behind, the pouring rain poured into the open room.

I don't know how long it took, Su Mo finally woke up, and his soaked clothes stuck to his body, making him feel extremely cold.

Regardless of anything else, Su Mo directly took off his soaked T-shirt, but when he was about to take off his beach pants, he finally found that something was wrong.

A terrible scream sounded, adding a bit of pathos to the otherwise clear sky.

"Dog's day, you can keep fish in the house. ”

Su Mo sighed, dripping with muddy water that did not reach his calves, feeling sorry for the snacks that he had not finished eating but had already been dedicated to the Dragon King.

Giving up the idea of changing clothes immediately, the water came to the door, and as soon as the security door was opened, the muddy water hoarded in the house gushed out, and with sufficient strength, it almost made him unstable.

The flood that rushed down the stairs drenched the old man who cleaned up the stagnant water downstairs into a soup chicken.

"Which little red guy, the king is raised at home!"

Listening to Uncle Wang's angry scolding downstairs, Su Mo shrank his neck, although he was afraid of Uncle Wang's seventy years of troll skills, but since the accident had happened, he simply didn't do anything and let the water dry.

Uncle Wang downstairs didn't want to continue to get drenched in the rain, but just scolded a few times, and heard the sound of "touching" the door downstairs.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Su Mo returned to the master bedroom, rummaged through the dilapidated wardrobe, and finally gathered a dry set of clothes.

Recalling his act of opening the window last night, Su Mo was also afraid for a while, but what was it that stunned him, and now he was also confused.

With puzzlement, Su Mo returned to the living room, at this time the hoarded rainwater had almost been drained, although there was still some stagnant water that was difficult to flow, but in order not to be killed by Uncle Wang downstairs, Su Mo wittily chose to close the door.

Sure enough, within ten seconds, Uncle Wang knocked on the door angrily, and swearing words in dialect came like machine-gun bullets.

Su Mo directly pretended to be dead, couldn't hear it, and walked towards the balcony of the living room.

What caught my eye was a black iron box, the size of a shoebox, this material was stunned last night and did not smash himself to death, Su Mo sighed at his luck while touching the big bag on his head.

But when Su Mo saw his Huawei P30, which he had just bought, lying on the floor with his back to the sky, reduced to a water soaking machine, the grief in his heart was indescribable, and tears flowed out instantly, crying like a 200-pound child.

Hearing Su Mo's terrible cry coming from the door, Uncle Wang, who was still bombing outside the door of the building, also hesitantly stopped what he was doing, and the saliva that was just about to squirt out of his mouth was swallowed back into his stomach.

Uncle Wang put down a cruel sentence and went downstairs with a "oh ooooh

Su Mo was in no mood to pay attention to Uncle Wang's departure, this mobile phone he had saved three months of cigarette money and bought could only be used to smash walnuts now.

Wiping away his tears, no longer feeling sorry for himself, and letting the phone go back to the floor to lie on the ground, Su Mo studied the black iron box on the ground.

The box was smooth and smooth, boxy, and tightly fitted, as if he hadn't thought of opening it again.

The weight of the box was also beyond Su Mo's expectations, he thought that the iron box that could smash him out, even if it was not three or five catties, it would be heavier than his mobile phone, but the weight of the box seemed to be less than the weight of an A4 paper.

He blew tentatively, thinking that he could blow him away, but the box dragged by his palm did not move at all, completely violating the law of gravity, and Newton couldn't hold down the coffin board.

"Knock knock", knocked on the box and found that the box was a hollow, and the internal space should not be small.

After hesitating, Su Mo still couldn't suppress his curiosity, as for the five hundred yuan and a pennant, he didn't want it, so he ran to the side of the storage room with the box in his arms.

It had also been flooded by rain before, but the heavy tool box was safe and sound on the cabinet.

The hammer and hammer were tried, but he thought that the box made of a layer of iron sheet could be easily penetrated, but the strength of this layer of iron sheet was again beyond his expectations, not only was it not broken, but not even a trace was left.

I wanted to try an electric drill, but the power grid that was destroyed under the typhoon has not yet been repaired, so he can only give up this wonderful idea.

Su Mo, who gave up struggling, was like a salted fish that had lost hope, lying upright on the bed lying on his side, and the box was held up in front of him to block the sun.

The wet mattress began to soak his clothes, and Su Mo found that a blurry figure was revealed on the side of the box facing him. Su Mo was excited, got up and returned to the living room.

Under the direct sunlight, the temperature of the box began to rise slowly, and the graphics on the box became clearer, like a Tai Chi yin and yang diagram.

When Su Mo marveled at the graphics on the box, the box had a new change. The box, which had been tightly fitted, suddenly appeared a crack from the side facing him.

Su Mo became more and more excited, he didn't expect that the correct way to open this box was to bask in the sun, just like a solar power bank, if he opened it like this, he would have wasted his efforts.

It's just that the joy didn't last long, the temperature of the box was already beyond the range of his hands, and the instinct of the creature made him shrink his hand.

The tin box "clanged" on the floor, and with a "click", the box opened by itself.

A burst of blazing white light flooded the room, followed by a violent explosion and scattered debris.

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"The city's evening news special report that there was an explosion in the home of a resident of a community, please use natural gas at home safely and standardly......"