Disaster Shelter

Feng Ruixing was driving, and when he reached a deserted road, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.

The drowsiness hit him inexplicably, as if someone was singing a lullaby beside him, which made him feel vaguely ecstatic.

He instinctively spent a thousand dollars, regained the ability to think briefly, parked the car on the side of the road, and avoided death in a car accident.

Then, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

This is not normal, am I being drugged, or... being targeted by other power users?

It shouldn't be, I've always been very cautious. If he was really taken over by a superpower, then his peaceful life would really be gone forever.

Feng Ruixing gritted his teeth, no matter what, he must first get out of the predicament in front of him.

In his mind, there is a string of golden numbers, which represent the property he owns.

Under the golden number, there is a string of gray numbers.

That represents the money he needs to spend.

Accompanied by the jingle of coins colliding, the numbers flashed, and he spent fifty thousand yuan.

After the 50,000 yuan was consumed, Feng Ruixing felt as if he had broken free from some shackles and woke up from that strange sleepiness.

It is an interesting ability to obtain extraordinary power by consuming money.

The deep voice came from the back seat of the car, making Feng Ruixing break out in a cold sweat again.

He turned his head and saw a figure in a strange black robe. The edge of the black robe burned and twisted like a black flame, but there was no warmth.

What impressed Feng Ruixing the most was the pair of slightly slender golden eyes, which seemed to contain infinite majesty.

This person is Wen Wen.

I'm really curious, what is the upper limit of your ability.

Feng Ruixing said sharply, Who are you?

Wen Wen smiled slightly, black energy surged around his body, and an apocalyptic aura rushed into Feng Ruixing's face.

I am disaster...

Feng Ruixing felt that his heart was about to stop suddenly. At that moment, he thought a lot about who would give his property to after he died, and whether anyone would miss him. Now he regrets that he didn't meet a woman who truly loves him...

...'s nemesis. In order to maintain his mysterious and powerful image, Wen Wen sometimes draws out his voice when speaking.

...Are you sick? Talking so out of breath will really scare people to death.

Of course, Feng Ruixing didn't dare to say it out, no matter what, he might not be this person's opponent.

Although his ability of spending money and avoiding disaster can be applied to battles, it sounds very buggy, as if he can do anything with money.

When this ability is used on others, it can change other people's minds by creating some coincidences or through some psychological hints.

Using it on oneself can directly improve his combat ability, or allow him to obtain other extraordinary abilities for a short time.

However, all of these have strict upper limits. Once the upper limit is exceeded, the consumption of money will increase exponentially, and he will not be able to support even if he is wealthy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to beat a lowest-level female vampire back then.

Your ability is very interesting, so I would like to invite you to join us. Wen Wen said with a smile.

Feng Ruixing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Wen Wen didn't intend to use violence, so he felt more confident: Is this how your organization invites new members? It seems very insincere.

Wen Wen leaned forward slightly, and said in a wicked tone: My sincerity is that I didn't directly touch you.

Feng Ruixing was not so easily bluffed, he shook his head and said, Maybe it's because you're not sure how to deal with me.

Then you might as well stand up and look at your body. Wen Wen pointed to Feng Ruixing who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Feng Ruixing frowned, tried to stand up from his seat, and then froze immediately.

After he moved a lot, he realized that his current body was illusory, like a ghost.

And his original body was still lying on the seat, maintaining a fainted state.

That is to say, the 50,000 yuan he spent just now did not break free from this drowsiness at all, but let him out of his body.

Swallowing, Feng Ruixing sat back.

The numbers in my mind were running wildly.

'Put me back in the body - not enough money...'

'Let me have the strength to defeat him - the amount is not enough...'

The beads of sweat on Feng Ruixing's forehead were about to drop, but he still couldn't find any way to escape.

You should save your energy, your ability is amazing, but the gap between us is too big to make up.

According to Wen Wen's observation, Feng Ruixing's ability is actually not as good as Yan Biqing's 'body data'. It seems to be omnipotent, but in fact it is very limited.

Even if all of them are used in battle, at most they can only fight two Master Ye.

It's just because Feng Ruixing has never been in contact with superpowers, so he doesn't have a clear understanding of his own strength.

After some trials, Feng Ruixing calmed down and said, Let me join, and always tell me what you do.

Our organization is called the Disaster Shelter, and its main mission is to discover threats, contain threats, control threats, and maintain the balance between the inner and outer worlds, and you are the talent we need.

Feng Ruixing said with a wry smile: Can I refuse, I'm really not a talent, I just want to live the life of an ordinary person.

Wen Wen frowned, and the black energy on his body became more prosperous. He said righteously: Every moment, innocent ordinary people are threatened by monsters, and new tragedies will happen every day!

As a power user, do you have the heart to see ordinary people who have no resistance being slaughtered by monsters? Join us, and I will take you into the world of power users.

Perhaps sensing that Wen Wen didn't mean to force him, Feng Ruixing said resolutely, I refuse.

Wen Wen sighed, leaned back on the seat, and said in a dark tone: Well, I understand what you mean, so you are useless to us.

That kind of tone is very similar to the tone of the big boss behind the scenes on TV when he wants to kill someone to silence him.

Murderous intent filled the car, and Feng Ruixing felt as if he would be bombarded to death as long as he moved.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said to Wen Wen, What do you mean?

Wen Wen sneered and said, What do you mean, there is a price to be paid for rejecting us, and the price...you will know.

In fact, he was just scaring people. He couldn't hurt Feng Ruixing in the current situation, and he couldn't really go to Shonan Province to take revenge on him.

As he spoke, Wen Wen's figure became blurred and was about to disappear into the air.

Wait, I have something to say, don't go yet. Feng Ruixing's face was uncertain, and he stretched out his hand to call Wen Wen back.

Wen Wen stopped and asked in surprise, You agree?

Feng Ruixing nodded helplessly. He was 80% sure that even if he refused, this person would not make things difficult for him. Most likely, that gesture was just to scare him.

But even if there was only a 20% chance of being retaliated against, he didn't want to take the risk.