The city is filled with chaos, panic, and unspeakable weirdness. It seems that something? Something is brewing silently.
Monsters raged, hunting panicked crowds. Some people cried bitterly and knelt down to repent; some panicked and prayed to the gods;
"Help-"
At the entrance of a high-end hotel, with the sound of howls, a disheveled and messy man ran out of the hotel lobby. He was knocked down by a phantom chasing after him, and he fell on the steps. .
With tears and snot all over his face, he looked at the chasing figure in horror, his face full of panic and despair.
That is? A phantom of a woman with long fluttering hair and a slightly blurred face. Her limbs and other parts showed signs of corruption. She held up a pair of huge blood-red scissors and cut at the man without hesitation. go down.
"No—" The man struggled and rolled on the spot, his voice sounded like his throat was cut open with a sharp knife.
At this moment, through the traffic jam, the man suddenly saw a young man coming from the other side of the street.
He is tall and thin, wearing a long dark gray trench coat, with a lazy and indifferent expression on his clear and meaningful face, and there is nothing around him. It is out of tune with the crowded and noisy streets, the crowds running in panic, and the ubiquitous chaos in the city.
Even? running on the streets, but also give people a sense of leisurely stroll.
The hopeless man suddenly burst into hope again, and turned his earnest eyes to the young man: "Save—"
His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes bulged.
The huge blood-red scissors opened and cut him in two with great precision.
The moment the blood gushed out, the scissors began to blur, and the illusory figure of the woman gradually faded away. In the pupils of the man who gradually lost focus, the blurred face of the woman gradually became clear.
That was? A face that was once very beautiful, which made him fall in love at first sight and swore to love him forever? Also? A face that later became ugly, old, full of vulgarity that made him despise, and was mercilessly abandoned by him Died in his face.
"you… "
What did he seem to understand? In the pitiful bit of remorse and overwhelming unwillingness that finally gushed out, he finally lost his vitality.
The young man whom he had placed high hopes on finally walked past him? He never stopped to look at this poor thing.
Yuan didn't want to step over the blood-stained steps and walked into this restaurant with a slightly classical style.
The tables and chairs in the lobby on the first floor are messy. Through the transparent glass door on the right side, half-eaten dishes are still displayed in the hotel restaurant on the side. It can be seen that everything happened so suddenly that no one had time to deal with it.
It seems that there are many living people's life energy mechanism upstairs, maybe they are the guests hiding in the hotel room
He took the elevator straight up to the top floor, and then entered the rooftop from the top floor, standing on the top of the tallest building in Tianze City, overlooking the whole city from a high position.
In the afternoon, the sun is sunny and the view is wide. This is a bustling business district that was not specially selected by the original. The streets extend in all directions. With just one glance, he can take all the surrounding neighborhoods into his eyes, including those "monster".
There are not many humanoid monsters like the phantom of the woman just now, but most of them are relatively vicious. The blood stains on the street are basically the tragedies caused by them.
Didn't he glance over? He looked coldly at a monster shaped like a "baby spirit" who was crying and cutting open a certain woman's abdomen. It dissipated little by little amidst the woman's shrill screams and the baby spirit's cries.
As for the monsters in non-human form, they are not so ferocious, but there are all kinds of strange things, and only a little bit of connection with certain items can be vaguely seen from their appearance.
Just in front of Yuanbuwei's line of sight, there was a monster that was obviously transformed from a "cigarette" and was chasing a middle-aged man. The ignited fire almost burned the middle-aged man's buttocks , making him run away in panic...
Wasn’t it just that? What? Looking at it, I had a faint realization in my heart, and I thought to myself: "Sure enough... a monster born in the human heart? Is it? Obsession, repentance, fear, regret, or..."
"The flame of hatred, the hand of greed, the altar of laziness... Whether it is the "Seven Deadly Sins" of the original cult, or other weird and sealed items, the ones I have encountered and the ones I haven't... seem to be very interesting ah. "
Although the system 999 has seen the approximate fate plot?, but it only knows #Future Weird Rampant, even Zhang Chen, who is the son of fate, failed to save the world, but abandoned his body and hid in the weirdness# This is the general direction of fate. More specific and more detailed content, it does not know.
When Yuan Buwei was placed in the torrent of fate in this world, following the general trend all the way, he discovered more details that System 999 did not know.
"By the way, you guys? It's weird..." He smiled lightly. For some reason, he pulled out an indescribable mass from the void. At first glance, it looked like a messy line intertwined together. It looked good at a second glance. ?Like an endless vortex of galaxies overlapping, it contains countless knowledge and mysteries, attracting everyone's attention.
It wasn't because it was just? It was fiddled with it casually, and there was a kind of deep and indistinct color in the pitch-black pupils.
He chuckled lightly and spit out the second half of the sentence: "Is this all you are interested in human emotions?"
[! ! ! ]
In mid-air, it should be invisible and exist in a certain regular form? Suddenly, the essence of the "literary system" was discovered by someone, and the chaotic lines were subconsciously shrunk, which had to be flattened by the original inaction. .
It is silent, as if disconnected and unable to connect.
Looking at the "Wenhao System" that was pretending to be dead, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Tsk, 999, look at this? Only Wenhao System, it seems to be dead when it doesn't move, and it smells delicious Well, a body composed of rules, an energy body formed by human positive beliefs, is as smooth as a jelly, and you can tell it's good at a glance? Eat... "
As he spoke, he brushed away those chaotic lines and admired the colorful energy brilliance wrapped under the lines. It was the positive emotions and beliefs that the Wenhao system had absorbed from the readers. .
Adhering to the feeling that dead friends never die poor people, the system 999 cooperated very well. This time, its mechanical sound not only resounded in Yuan Fuwei's consciousness, but also spread quietly in mid-air : [Good? Ah good? Ah, since it has no other value, why don't the host eat it.]
The lines in mid-air vibrated violently, and the rigid voice belonging to the Wenhao system finally sounded:
[It is suggested that the host should not do this? What?! This world is very dangerous, only this system can help you realize the illusory abilities in the novel into reality, so that you, a mortal's fragile shell, can achieve evolution beyond the imagination of mortals. Only in this way can you survive in this dangerous world, and even become a god-like existence. ]
"Oh." It wasn't because the reaction was flat.
He stared at the messy and indescribable lines for a moment, as if he was looking at a new-style snack that he had never tasted before, his eyes were full of curiosity and eagerness: "You haven't answered my question yet."
"You guys? Weird... Are you interested in human emotions?" He asked again without changing a word.
[… Isn't this system? Weird. It is a high-tech system that comes from another world, with the purpose of assisting the host to become the most famous writer, and by the way, helping the host survive in this dangerous world. ]
"Really?" Yuan Buwei didn't continue to stick to this topic, as if the guy who opened his mouth and shut his mouth to eat the system just now wasn't him? He just smiled slightly, "Then now? That's the one to prove your worth It's time."
His smile is quite friendly: "According to your operating principle? Is it? Transform the positive beliefs collected from readers into some kind of energy, and then present it in the form of novel skills. Now? I ask you It’s not too much to return the obtained energy back the same way, right?”
Specifically, the original process is that readers provide raw materials, and the system, a middleman, processes them into weapons and ammunition. After taking a large part of the commission, they are handed over to the host to become the combat power of the Wenhao system host; but now The original requirement is to let the system return the processed weapons and ammunition to those readers according to the channel where each raw material was collected. And he doesn't need skill support himself.
As for the energy drawn from the secret rubbing of the Wenhao system...
Didn't he just do it for himself? A master at pulling wool, why? Possibly looking at other people/Tongzai? He's pulling wool right now!
In the past, the days when the Wenhao system was used as a middleman to earn the price difference will be gone forever. It is already thankful that it has not been regarded as the price difference and has been swallowed up by Yuan Buwei.
The Wenhao system froze in mid-air, not moving for a long time. In the end, it should not be like a wolf or a tiger in the past (cross out), and it should not be nuclear in the original (yah, cross out again), it should be awe-inspiring and full of deep concern for the readers In his sight, the messy lines of the Wenhao system finally moved.
What is connected with the perception is not just the feeling that the world in front of me has suddenly changed, and tall buildings and buildings have disappeared, replaced by a deep and boundless black.
A series of invisible silk threads spread out in all directions centering on oneself, immersed in the deep darkness, and the other end of the silk thread was connected with colorful light spots of various sizes, scattered all over the place.
Some of these points of light are very close, some are very far away, some are extremely dark, and some are barely visible. Yuan Buwei immediately smelled the positive beliefs and emotions on it. It seems that these dots represent the direction in which the readers who provided him with "reputation points" are distributed. The intensity and lightness of the tone is related to the reputation value they provide.
Right here? In Tianze City, there are so many spots of light all over the place.
This probably has something to do with his fame during this period of time. Even someone who doesn't read novels might be trapped because of his background as an investigator. Once in the pit, as long as they have positive emotions such as love for this novel, a "thread" will naturally be connected with Yuan Buwei.
Under Yuan Buwei's gaze, the Wenhao system reluctantly released the energy transformed by the reputation points along the silk threads connecting in all directions, according to the amount of reputation points provided by each light point, and distributed them one by one.
The deep and boundless darkness disappeared from before his eyes, and it was not because he saw the city shrouded in bright light again.
... This is just a small experiment to open his mind. It doesn't matter if it succeeds or fails. But if it works, maybe he knows how to surprise those ubiquitous weirdness :).
As for now?…
Tianze City has a population of at least tens of millions, so it is conceivable how many monsters will be born.
"Looks like? It's time to summon the tool ghost..."
It has always been adhering to #One person's fishing is? Happiness, and a group of people's fishing is? Slack. The tool man should be fully squeezed# Yuan Buwei happily took out a wooden box from his sleeve—this? It is? a sealed object similar to a storage space, which can shrink any item into it.
When the wooden box was opened, he poured out a pitch-black pocket altar.
Leaving the mid-air of the wooden box, the pocket altar became bigger and bigger, and finally landed on the roof with a "boom".
Didn't Yuan put away the loose and happy expression on his face for a second? Gradually dignified and serious appeared in his eyes.
The next moment, Fang Luo's illusory figure floated out slowly.
During this period of time, he has been accommodating all kinds of ghosts and evil spirits in the dream world, using the emotional thoughts accumulated at the altar of laziness before to color these evil spirits.
But not all evil spirits are willing to actively cooperate, and not every evil spirit is a law-abiding citizen—some evil spirits regain human emotions, but resist—this is the way Luo suppressed them one by one.
After going like this, he was very tired.
Before Fang Luo complained twice, he heard Yuan Buwei's solemn and serious voice: "I entrusted you with an important task. This? But? It's a big event to save a city..."
Fang Luo, who has been working hard in the dream space until now and has no half-day vacation, was still groggy at first, but after hearing these words, he regained his energy.
Wasn’t it because of the expression? I watched him seriously, and I couldn’t see the attitude of wanting to be lazy and squeezing tool ghosts. His tone was full of trust:
"This abnormal event is very special. Monsters can't be killed. In my opinion, there is only a dream space that is also related to the soul. You who dominate the dream space can take on this important task."
His tone was full of trust and sincerity, almost as if the dying emperor wanted to entrust the young heir and the country together to the hands of the most trusted minister.
And this kind of tone immediately moved the "tuogu important minister", making him fully feel the emperor's trust and his own irreplaceability to the country, even if he was tired and bald, he was immediately excited.
Amidst Fang Luo's energetic response, the illusory white mist spread out soundlessly, centering on this building. The panicked and chaotic crowd began to fall into a deep sleep, and the monster chasing them also entered the dream together with their sleeping consciousness.
There is Fang Luo's home field.