"Oh, I've been busy all day." Xiao Zhengyi rubbed his sore shoulders and walked out of the elevator.
He didn't think so when he was helping under Xu Feng before, but when he sat in that position, he found that there were quite a lot of messy things to be busy - more than half of them were related to the group of supermen in Ying Apartment .
Anyway, I should be able to sleep well when I get home.
Recently, the gang of monsters at home have become more peaceful for some reason, even the double bed (although only Xiao Zhengyi sleeps alone) will not continue to turn over and over like a repeater after he falls asleep. Whispering something like "I'm going to change the sheets tomorrow, and I want the extra luxurious one with gold trim" in an attempt to achieve the effect of brainwashing...
Finally, when he opened the door of the apartment, Xiao Zhengyi couldn't help being surprised—the monsters in the room were all lying on the ground as if they had been drained of strength. It's a tornado, and it's the type with a wind force of level 12.
"What happen to you guys?"
Xiao Zhengyi took a closer look and found that they were not pretending to be dead, but seemed to have really lost their ability to move, so he asked the TV, which is easier to communicate with on weekdays.
The TV beeped twice feebly, and then turned on automatically, and the Baijia Forum was playing inside. A middle-aged man who looked like a storyteller slapped the desk and said loudly: " Cups!"
"..."
Well, the tragedy is understandable, but what happened
At this time, Xiao Zhengyi found that the pen he forgot to bring today was lying on the stack of A4 printing paper next to the computer desk, with a puddle of ink emerging from the pen tip, which looked like a half tube. Next to the pen was written "The murderer is—" in trembling words like a blood book, and the second half stopped abruptly.
So in the end who is it! Don't belch in the middle of talking like a victim in a detective drama!
"The aura in this room is being drawn out from the window..." The one who answered his question was the Yuan Rong Sword Spirit who had been with him all the time and came back with him now: "Even monsters like us can't completely Lock the aura," before he finished speaking, the voice of Yuanrong Jianjianling began to sound a little weird electronically, which was a little distorted: "From the direction where the aura was drawn... it's the sky... there is something in the sky... what… "
Xiao Zhengyi's face darkened, and he ran quickly to the window sill, opened the window, ignored the strong wind that was blowing into the room, and looked in the direction pointed by the Yuan Rong Sword and Sword Spirit girl.
Then his eyes widened all of a sudden, looking at the sky in disbelief, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't say anything.
After a long while, he seemed to suddenly regain the ability to speak, and shouted in disbelief.
"This... what the hell is this!"
What should have been the night sky now reflected another world.
…
"This is... Digimon World?!"
Xu Shenxing also looked at the sky in surprise.
"No, no matter how you look at it, it's the ghost recipe that guy said..."
Qin Xingyan complained from the side.
Because Xu Shenxing didn't care about it, and because the author had been trying to figure out the word count, San Sherman actually found an opportunity to delay until the appearance of the place of ghosts.
"A change of this scale, even if it is a mirage, no one will believe it..." Miyama Chihaya was also speechless at the sight he saw for the first time.
"That space should not have officially arrived, it is only due to the degree of mutual interference with the real world..."
Tan Taili's voice sounded a little nervous, even the jailer of Fuyin Prison, she is used to seeing the big world, and she has never seen such a fugitive who can make trouble: "The one who can see the reflection world, Presumably only people with some degree of supernatural ability."
"No matter what you want to do now, it's too late, the ghost party's arrival is a foregone conclusion."
San Sherman completed his obsession, and seemed to have no interest in how he would be treated by Xu Shenxing and the others. He just looked at the land in the sky ecstatically.
"You guy, don't you know how horrible things will happen if other dimensions hit this world!"
Tan Taili couldn't help but asked.
The original Tunguska explosion was only caused by the failure to pull the strange space of Ghost Fang, but now after the traction is successful, the entire ghost world on the opposite side is smashed down, and the vision caused is definitely much larger than that of the past. .
So what about the power of its explosion
I’m afraid it’s also bigger than Tunguska. Maybe the entire land of Jiangjin will be blown away by an explosion, and all man-made things will be blown away or turned into dust—no matter how strong the building is, it’s not enough in the face of such natural power. Look, apart from the bunch of supermen in Ying Apartment and the people who were once protected by Xu Shenxing, only cockroaches can survive such a close-range explosion after receiving such a blow.
"do not know."
San Sherman replied without hesitation.
"What..." Tan Taili choked on the other party's answer without any confusion.
"If there is no preparation, tens of thousands of people will die because of the sudden arrival of the disaster!" After a while, she began to shout with righteous indignation: "If you still have any shred of conscience, stop this stupid thing!"
"I've said it before, once you start, you can't stop."
San Sherman seemed to shake his head regretfully: "Although I'm sorry to involve you...but soon I will be able to fulfill the long-cherished wish of everyone in Ghost Square that has lasted for thousands of years."
"A long-cherished wish?"
Xu Shenxing frowned.
"Everything in Ghost Fang will decay after re-entering the cycle, and the curse of that land will also come to an end... Everything will come to an end here."
San Sherman's expression looked a little fanatical.
For an undead who pursues death, there is indeed almost nothing in this world that can impress his determination.
However, his fanatical expression suddenly froze.
Xu Shenxing, who had been making baseball moves since just now, finally made a swing—this kind of behavior was originally considered very stupid by San Sherman. The two worlds have just begun to interfere with each other, and the physical distance can be said to be non-existent. Counting infinity, what's the point of swinging a bat here
But the reality made him unbelievable.
In his perception, the interference between Ghost Fang's Land and the real world after the opponent's swing... seems to be a lot lighter
Even from the reflected world above his head, it can be seen that it seems to be farther from the ground.
"Isn't this effective?" Xu Shenxing grinned, "It's just a bigger rock, watch me push it away!"