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Splendid Manor, there is no ghost that Yang Ming may theoretically have.

In a villa, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face sat on the sofa, looking at the rows of people in front of him, and the feeling of complete dominance made the other servants in the entire villa as silent as wooden stakes, and the invisible pressure was permeating, pressing on the people in front of him with their heads bowed.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

As the middle-aged man's deep voice sounded, invisibly, there seemed to be black threads, the black threads connecting him and each of those people were intertwined, and when he suppressed his anger and asked, these black lines became thicker, On the contrary, the people in front of him couldn't help but make a sound of trembling teeth, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if they were bearing some strong output that did not belong to themselves.

Pressing is a kind of pressing.

With his head down, his face turned pale, and his face, which was already bloodless, could be whiter, more like a ghost than a human.

Their eyes were flickering, as if they were thinking about the middle-aged man's question, thinking about which direction to answer so as not to be annoying, what to do... Avoid the important and light.

"Maybe it's..."

A slightly shrill voice from the crowd broke the silence, as if noticing the silent attention of his own voice, and the voice was so frightened that it changed its tone, and added the sentence strangely, "... What an accident happened..."

"Accident?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, very dissatisfied with such an answer, "One accident, two accidents, three accidents, four, five, six... Do you want me to go on, why didn't so many accidents befall you?"

If someone can turn all the tattooed people into a point of light and light it on the map of the world, then, against the background of the pitch black, the disappearance of these points of light is also extremely obvious and abrupt, as if the world under their control is gradually dimming.

What is completely different is that the background color that was originally controlled by darkness did not darken more with the dimming of these points of light, but also faded, as if it was gradually spreading out, revealing a clear sky that was truly obscured.

These traces make the "black" that I thought was a dark canopy become a little "fake", like a layer of camouflage forcibly covering the real space, smeared with inferior plastic and exaggerated paint, so that everyone can distinguish the "fake".

"I need an explanation, and if I can't, I don't mind changing some new blood. ”

The middle-aged man's ultimatum came plainly, as if he was saying an ordinary "the weather is so good", but all those who could hear this sentence were in their hearts, and the "change" here was definitely not as simple as being transferred to another position, it was likely that it directly became the fertilizer of new blood and was "absorbed".

There was silence again, and there was more of a solemn atmosphere than before, and finally someone stood up and replied, talking about Yang Ming and Liang Yuan, including their personal information, and what they have done recently, and how many informants have been found.

"They did it?"

Middle-aged men don't want to believe that two up-and-comers can rebel before they pass the test of the club and become official members?

Is this kind of power that they can do?

"It is said that Yang Ming may have been born as a Taoist priest. ”

One person is not confident enough to answer, this kind of lack of evidence is generally not brought to the middle-aged man to say, but if he doesn't say it, it seems that he can't shirk the responsibility that belongs to his own side.

It's not that we can't defeat it, it's that the enemy is too strong. - Doesn't that sound a little better?

The middle-aged man's face is still not good-looking, and even words like "supposedly" can be used to answer his own question, which shows that these people have no ability to continue to investigate.

"Didn't they go to the top of the club? ”

After the middle-aged man's decision was made, some people immediately shared their worries, saying that they could lead the two to some business partners who did not deal with the middle-aged man, even if they were both in the club, the relationship may not necessarily be very good, but they are just working hard for a common goal.

This is more agreeable, the middle-aged man nodded slightly, and then looked at these people's eyes were a little more pleasant, it was in vain that he turned these company's subordinates to the downline, it was really easier to use than those brainless reckless men in all aspects, at least, understand the rules and know the proportions.

The black lines are connected, and the information of the superior will not be revealed, but some emotional changes will still be noticed, just like the pressure just now through the black line, when the middle-aged man's mood improves, these people on the other end of the black line can also vaguely feel it, so they breathe a sigh of relief.

After that, it's the normal process to report on the company's work.

Each of them is an elite in the industry when they go out, but in front of this middle-aged man, they always can't hold their heads up, the other party is a representative of capital, holding the power of the company, and also controlling their destiny to a certain extent. Ordinary people are dissatisfied with the company, dissatisfied with the CEO, resignation or whatever, it doesn't matter if they even complain in private, but for them, it is very likely that they will completely disappear from this world if they say the wrong word, and even the people around them will not know that he has disappeared.

Completely, the whole person has been erased.

I don't know how Yin Qi can become such a great force, but in their opinion, such a boss is obviously no different from King Yama.

The so-called "Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch".

Efficient, orderly, all of them seem to follow the order of the human world, abide by the laws of human beings, but they themselves, it is difficult to characterize themselves as human beings, those special anomalous abilities that can be regarded as daily life, always make their lives change.

What's really going on in this world?

Is it the truth that I have never discovered about the world before?

When you finally come into contact with this anomaly, is it in contact with the reality of the world?

Are we one of the few who have the ability to control the fate of this world?

If the power of "terror" is used to save the world, then who can say that it is evil? Isn't it often said that there is no good or evil in power, but only those who control it?

They don't understand that some beings, breathing is wrong, and living is wrong.

In the room, Yang Ming watched with his arms crossed, watching Liang Yuan complete a certain operation-like step in a professor's posture, either for anything else, or to remove the tattoo from the informant's body.

The forceps used for surgery are like phantoms and directly penetrate the informant's tattoo, which has been coiled up, so that the tattoo in the coil moves left and right and cannot escape, only to be captured by the tweezers.

There was no wound, the tweezers seemed to be non-existent, probed into the part of the flesh, and accurately clamped the "tattoo", the small black tattoo seemed to find that the general trend had gone, and the moment it was clamped, it froze, as if it was dead, until it was brought up, and then it was unwilling to swing its tail again, but unfortunately the result was still in vain.

The blood only began to flow when the tweezers were pulled out, and the pain of the skin opening could be said to be very bad without anesthetic, but I watched Liang Yuan take out the moving tattoo, and the tattoos were all black scorpions, spiders, bats, etc., in short, it didn't look like a good thing, and the person who was operated on also showed a surprised look: "This, what is it? It, it doesn't seem to be a tattoo." ”

How can a tattoo suddenly appear without a tattoo, it is a suspense thing in itself, but most people are too lazy to delve into it, modern, to break superstition, this can't be a mark of some evil ghost, just catch up with a fashionable, for some young people, this very realistic and terrifying tattoo is quite cool, worth showing off.

Now the operation is a young man, who is also frowning and inhaling at the pain, grinning his teeth, but focusing not on the wound itself, but on what was taken out of the operation.

The yellow charm was used like gauze, wrapped the "tattoo" and threw it into the open wooden box on the side, inside, there were already several such yellow charm wraps, and the small box was quickly covered with a layer, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would be filled.

"Didn't I tell you? This is a puppet worm!"

Liang Yuan said impatiently that it was more like the truth because he had repeated it many times, and at the same time as he dropped the tweezers in his hand, the tweezers also turned into nothingness again and disappeared again, this is the tweezers he condensed with yin qi, turning the void into reality, even if it is only partial, it is also an excellent ability to use in this kind of surgery.

If all medical institutions can have similar surgical instruments or something, maybe the level of human health will be improved by a few more levels, and some difficult surgeries will no longer become a shackle to life.

"Isn't it really a mechanical bug or something? Hackers or something, have you heard of it? It's cool! Our world is fake..."

The young man pressed Liang Yuan directly on the piece of gauze on his wound, the wound was not big, although there was blood left, and he also caught such a living thing, but the "tattoo" itself was a □□, a kind of yin qi condensation between the virtual and the real, which can be seen by people in a certain form, and even its activity is more like a kind of stress reaction, rather than really having the wisdom of a living being.

"Okay, okay, don't think about anything good, there is no savior, even if there is, it won't be you. Liang Yuan impatiently sent away this informant who didn't know what was going on, still thinking in his heart, why is he such a young man now.

Fortunately, communication is easy to communicate, it is better than those who are older, but it is too annoying, and it is better to be older ones, directly knock things out, do a "tattoo removal", and leave a wound that is not in the spleen and kidneys or other areas, at best, it will make people think that they have been attacked by terrorists, and it will not be good.

Terrorist attack, really attacked by terror, and saved by terror!

"What are you going to do?" When the young man left, Liang Yuan handed the box to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming took it, opened one, simply and rudely pressed the living creature to his tattoo, was silent for a few seconds, felt it, and said, "It's still relatively easy to pursue the same source." ”

There's no ghost, it's too ... Well, it's not very unexpected, it's just a little lost, and I almost took advantage of this to become a prophet, but fortunately I didn't say it, otherwise, it's too embarrassing.

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