In the metal room, everything looked cold.
The floor, the air, the body.
How many are there, thirty? Forty? Or more... The room is full of dead bodies.
They are not very old, about seven to eleven years old
There is only one left.
The one who was able to stand up... held a silver fork for eating in his hand, and the fork was still dripping with blood... a feeling of suffocation.
Suddenly, a metal door that couldn't be opened in the room suddenly opened, and a strong light was reflected.
Before the strong light, there were a few tall figures, and the light elongated the shadows, like tentacles of a devil, stretching into the room at once.
"Are you the kid who survived in this room... One hour and seven minutes, before the oxygen is exhausted, it's not bad. You can enter the room for the next round. The time for the next round will be shorter, and you will desperately recover your strength Go ahead, or you might end up as a loser...like these losers who fall at your feet."
bang!
It was a silver fork, the sound of landing.
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Eyes opened suddenly, and a deep breath for a moment, greedy as if wanting to inhale all the oxygen in the world directly into the body.
alive.
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When Nero woke up, the lobby of the club was still quiet.
She sat up cross-legged all of a sudden, and then looked around.
"Hey, beautiful young lady. And... brother righteous."
It was like saying hello to the maid who was reading a book not far away—of course, You Ye also nodded politely in response.
"Congratulations on waking up, Miss Nero." You Ye smiled slightly, got up and walked in front of Nero, "I have connected the arm for you, and the nerves have returned to their original state, there should be no omissions Yes. Of course, if Miss Nero still feels uncomfortable, I can continue to make adjustments."
The palm of his hand was placed on the original broken shoulder, and after he swung his arm slightly twice, Nero seemed quite happy and said: "This technique is much better than the clubhouse, and there is no awkward feeling at all. It really helped a lot. , I thought I would eat with one hand in the future.”
The maid smiled slightly, and then handed back the box used to hold the soul to Nero.
"The retreat fee and the treatment fee have been deducted." The maid said softly at this time: "Of course there is still left... Do you need me to recommend some equivalent things for you?"
Nero shook the box, "It's really expensive... there's only one left. But forget it, there seem to be quite a few 'money' places nearby."
"Then, I wish you more money." The maid smiled slightly.
"Of course." Nero also showed a smiling face, then stood up, moving his neck and limbs, "ah, I'm a little hungry, can I have a meal here? It's really nostalgic to say it, beautiful Miss Sister, your craftsmanship."
"If you don't mind, please wait a moment." The maid nodded.
Entertaining guests was originally one of the responsibilities of a maid.
"It's okay, I don't have anywhere to go anyway, I've always been very patient." Nero sat down all of a sudden, stretched his waist and said, "Speaking of which, can I take a bath by the way? If there is one left, borrow it." It should be okay to take a look at the bathroom here, right?"
"It's really a generous guest." You Ye said indifferently: "But if you just take a bath, it seems a bit too much... How about this, let's treat it as a gift for this transaction?"
"Okay!" Nero stood up straight away.
But at this time.
"Why… "
Momo's voice.
The voice made Nero and You Ye look at Mo Mo at the same time - he has not left in this short period of time. Why he didn't leave, was he waiting for Nero to wake up, or was he waiting for something, even he himself couldn't figure it out.
He really couldn't think of a reason for his stay... It was just that he wasn't expelled by the maid. Just... why
"Mr. Momo, what's the matter?" You Ye asked softly, "Oh, the tea is cold, I'm so sorry, I'll give you a new one right away."
"no!!"
Mo Mo looked away a little, and clenched his palms a little harder... Even though he had seen the terrifying power of this beautiful maid, even if he was more terrified at this time, "Why can we discuss these things so easily? thing? Is it...is it really just... just 'currency'?"
You Ye put his palm on his cheek, tilted his head, followed Mo Mo's gaze and looked at the box on the table, "Mr. Mo Mo is talking about the soul,"
Mo Mo nodded silently.
You Ye said: "But last time, didn't I already tell Mr. Momo about some trading rules here?"
"I know!"
Mo Mo became a little excited, "But I still can't believe it! Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still can't believe it! Why...why did Senior's store make such a thing! Why...Senior, he...he is obviously so kind-hearted , and Miss You Ye is so noble! Why... why did you do such a cruel thing?!"
"Thank you very much, Mr. Momo." The maid said softly at this time: "I am very glad that you have praised my master. But... what you see is the real appearance of this store, and there is no falsehood. Anyone who comes to Here, what you give, you get what you want. We trade everything that is precious, and the thing that people use the most is... the soul."
"You... Seniors, what are you collecting souls for..." Mo Mo suddenly felt a little cold.
Even though the inside of the shop is still different from the severe cold outside, the coldness comes from the bottom of my heart.
"It's about the secrets of our store, so I'm sorry I can't answer your doubt." The maid said indifferently: "Of course, if Mr. Momo really wants to know, he can also give something accordingly."
"Oh! I want to know! I want to know! Here!" Nero at the side opened the box containing the soul very quickly.
"Miss Nero, you are being naughty." The maid smiled at this moment.
"What a scary look." Nero shrank his neck and obediently put the box back.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered the sound of the bell at the entrance of the lobby—it wasn't that there was a guest coming in, but that Mo Mo directly lowered his head and rushed out from here.
You Ye took a look indifferently.
"Brother Justice, don't you stay and have a meal together to celebrate my escape from death? Hey~~~~"
Nero yelled a few words, then looked at You Ye, shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that he has really gone away... But then again, beautiful young lady, isn't it a bit strict?"
"Because there is no need or intention to deceive." You Ye said softly: "This gentleman seems to have misunderstood before, it is better to correct it as soon as possible."
"I'm going to take a shower." Nero yawned and stood up.
"Go slowly." You Ye bowed gracefully to Nero.
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He didn't know why he rushed out like this... Momo lowered his head and rushed forward all the way, feeling like a deserter.
He ran through several streets in one breath. With the special characteristics of a monk, this kind of exercise only slightly warmed his body, and the wind blowing in the cold day turned into a cool wind instead.
Mo Mo exhaled, and the white mist exhaled from his lips and nose. The street was not deserted at this time.
This seems to be the place where Nero fought those two powerful fighters.
Now that the thick fog has dissipated, the street has been blocked at the same time, and the front and back seem to be cordoned off, and there are traffic police who are not on duty here to watch over.
A reporter interviewed here, but was blocked by the traffic police from the street... At the same time, some nearby residents also walked out of their houses.
Momo overheard some conversation among the crowd.
The public doesn't know much about it. It seems that a family of three had a car accident, and none of them survived... But from a distance, the car accident, that is, the car that got into the accident, has been covered by the traffic police with a huge black tent When it was up, the damage could not be seen at all.
At the same time, Mo Mo also saw two men who gave him a different feeling from ordinary policemen and traffic police... From these two men, Mo Mo felt something familiar.
They also wear a small badge... I remember that Captain Ling Feng of the Administration seems to have similar ornaments on his body.
"It's the people from the Administration... Did they get involved in this matter?"
Mo Mo took a few glances in the crowd, then quickly left the crowd again.
He has heard from his master Changhe Daoren that the existence of the management bureau handles the management of the two worlds of Taoism and monsters, and often plays the role of the aftermath department. Killed Taoists who fell into the devil's way and the like.
I don't know if this matter will be traced to the senior in the end... Mo Mo thought subconsciously.
It's just that he quickly patted his cheeks with both hands, and laughed at himself: "I still think about what he is doing..."
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Those who fell into a coma in the dense fog at the beginning have gradually come to their senses. What will happen to them afterwards is no longer what Mo Mo intends to care about.
Anyway, with the administration backed by the state, there is always a way to deal with such things, right
Tsing Tao beer.
I bought this on the way back... Mo Mo actually rarely drinks alcohol.
At this time, he had already returned to the empty room of another homestay where Zhan'er was later placed, and sat in the corner of the room, beside which there were already several empty cans.
"Let's go tomorrow... I really don't know when you will wake up." Mo Mo looked at Zhan'er on the bed with heavy eyelids, "Sometimes I really envy you, you don't need to bother about anything."
Tiredness is getting stronger.
Suddenly, some noises woke Mo Mo from his impending sleep... It was the sound of the outside wind blowing the cans and hitting the foot of the bed.
Mo Mo opened his eyes for a moment, a little dazed - but he soon became fully awake.
Because he saw an elongated figure under the moonlight, which was now reflected on the floor of the room... Mo Mo suddenly looked towards the balcony outside the sliding glass door.
Under the twilight of the night, a figure was standing here at this moment.
"It's you!" Mo Mo lost all alcohol in an instant.
The person who suddenly appeared here was the mysterious man with the bronze mask whom he met not long ago under the ancient well of the Song family's ancestral house!
Just like that day, the other party was still wearing a quaint bronze mask, standing with his hands behind his back.
Mo Mo grabbed the black wooden sword placed next to him, secretly ashamed of his vigilance, but also became nervous... How did this mysterious man find him twice
However, when Mo Mo's palm was about to reach out to the wooden sword, the mysterious man flicked his fingers, and the wooden sword placed by the wall was instantly bounced away by a finger wind.
Mo Mo was startled and angry, but the mysterious man in the bronze mask had already shot again, quickly holding a yellow talisman between his fingers, and shot it out.
The yellow talisman suddenly turned into a beam of golden light, like a rope, instantly binding Mo Mo's whole body tightly - Mo Mo fell directly to the ground at this moment.
"Although I don't know what happened to you, but now you are like a lost dog."
The man in the bronze mask walked slowly into the room at this time, and walked towards Zhan'er beside the bed.
"Stop! What are you trying to do!"
"I'm just getting back some necessary things." The bronze masked man said indifferently at this time: "You think that getting the edict is his luck. But for me, it doesn't matter who gets it... as long as the Just bring it out."
"Who the hell are you! What's your purpose?"
Mo Mo, who fell on the ground, was kneeling at this moment, and then stood up, pumping all his magic power, trying to untie the binding on his body—however, with his magic power, he couldn't get rid of the golden light!
The mysterious man looked at Mo Mo at this time, "You are excellent, and there should be more room for development. It's just that this world has bound you. Soon... soon you will see an era that suits you .”
"What?" Mo Mo was taken aback.
In fact, whether it was under the ancient well or this time, Mo Mo never felt any killing intent from this mysterious man.
Otherwise, he could have directly killed him without waiting for himself to realize it from the beginning, instead of just binding himself tightly like now.
"That person doesn't seem to be here." The mysterious man said in a low voice at this time: "So this time, no one will stop me... Is it considered a disaster?"
But although Mo Mo couldn't break free at this time, he suddenly rushed towards this mysterious person, using the simplest and most brutal way.
"You seem to have been stimulated by something today?" The mysterious man said indifferently at this time: "But it's best not to take your anger out on others."
At this time, the bronze masked man struck Mo Mo's chest with his palm, sending his whole body flying and hitting the wall.
Mo Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma immediately after landing.
"The preparations are almost complete, but there is still..."
At this moment, the mysterious man pondered for a moment, then lifted Mo Mo and Zhan'er one by one in each hand, jumped away from the window sill, and quickly disappeared under the night.