Disaster Shelter

The last words of the man in black sounded like he was confessing his last words, which gave Wen Wen a bad feeling.

He wanted to ask, but the other party didn't give him this chance.

The stairs were about to stop, Wen Wen shook his head, temporarily clearing away his complicated thoughts.

The matter of the man in black can be thought about later, the most important thing now is to see what surprises the catastrophe zone will give him.

When the stairs stopped, Wen Wen found himself standing in a dark space, a pair of slightly bright green eyes suddenly appeared, looking at Wen Wen curiously.

Wen Wen was startled by those eyes, subconsciously snapped his fingers, and a bright light came out from between his fingers.

Wow!

The owner of the eyes suddenly screamed, covered his eyes and turned around several times.

With the light between his fingers, Wen Wen could see the man's appearance clearly.

It was a thin young man in a black robe. He had slightly curly black hair that just touched his shoulders. He looked like he hadn't cut his hair for a long time, but he didn't look sloppy, but he felt inexplicably refreshed. .

Probably because of his good looks...

The clothes on his body are basically the opposite of the guide, with a black halo behind him.

After a short delay, the young man looked at Wen Wen with slightly yellow eyes.

I'm sorry, I haven't seen the light for more than a thousand years, and I'm a little irritated. Are you the new owner of the shelter?

Wen Wen nodded, the central guardian on the fourth floor was a little different from what he had imagined, and now Wen Wen was still a little confused about this guy's temperament.

Well... that's right.

My name is Mo Gong, and my nickname is the Sin of the Gods and Demons. That's what my friends all over the world call me.

nickname?

Friends in the rivers and lakes?

What the hell is this man?

Before coming to the catastrophe zone, Wen Wen had been guessing about Mo Gong's appearance. He thought it was either domineering or demonic, but he didn't expect such a cynical look.

Such a young man who looks a little thin is really the person the guide has always been afraid of?

Moreover, he was much more frank than the previous three central administrators, directly explaining his name and title.

Mo Gong circled Wen Wen, looking a little excited: You smell of blasphemy, if that bastard reappears, just let me know, and I will tear him apart for you.

Wen Wen was taken aback for a moment, Mo Gong could actually see the smell of Bai Du directly from him.

He subconsciously checked Mo Gong's strength, and the result was... catastrophic level!

Mo Gong turned out to be a cataclysmic powerhouse!

The previous few central administrators were also cataclysmic-level powerhouses, but they all fell to the realm due to an incident.

But Mo Gong still maintains the strength of the catastrophe level, either he did not contribute to the shelter at the beginning, or he still maintains the strength of the catastrophe level after contributing!

Could it be that he is a spirit world god?

Wen Wen was silent for a while, and asked Mo Gong the question he was most concerned about: What is the relationship between you and Bai Du?

Mo Gong rubbed his hair: It's complicated. The relationship between us is actually quite complicated. My life form is different from that of human beings. I was born with the power of gods and demons. As the power becomes stronger and stronger, the two forces collide with each other... ...

To put it simply... I am schizophrenic. I cut the split spirit in half, and made the awkward part into a clone and exiled it.

Fortunately, he only took away part of my divinity and insignificant divine power, so it's not a big threat.

After listening to Mo Gong's words, Wen Wen knew that the relationship between Mo Gong and Bai Du was very similar to what he had guessed before. They could be counted as one or two different individuals.

In addition, when Wen Wen wants to make avatars in the future, he can ask Mo Gong about his experience.

After chatting for a while and learning about some situations, Mo Gong took Wen Wen to wander around the catastrophe area.

There are not many cells in the catastrophe zone, only a hundred, but each cell is very large, at least the size of a football field.

According to Mo Gong, although there are one hundred prison cells, only ten can be activated at the same time.

The reason for preparing ninety more cells is because catastrophe-level powerhouses are full of strange things, and a single cell cannot guarantee that every catastrophe-level powerhouse can be trapped.

For example, if the catastrophe level is too large, it needs to use a cell that has been expanded in space, and the catastrophe level that is good at attacking needs to strengthen the strength of the cell.

Once the prison cells in the catastrophe area are locked in, they cannot be opened at will like before, nor can the prisoners be driven as tool people like in the lower floors. The function here is very simple, that is, the threat of containment.

There are no new tricks, and Wen Wen seems to have no interest until Mo Gong leads himself to a metal gate.

The decoration style of this gate looks more luxurious than the gates in other places, which made Wen Wen slightly puzzled: Where is this?

This is the private space of the owner of the shelter. There are living room, office, meeting room and exercise room...

Wen Wen's eyes lit up when he heard it, he pushed open the door and walked in. Mo Gong stood at the door and did not go in with Wen Wen.

Only you and those with your permission can enter here. At the same time, you can monitor the movements in every corner of the shelter in the office. You watch first. I'm going to go to my job.

After explaining, Mo Gong turned around and left.

Wen Wen looked at Mo Gong's back and rubbed his hair.

Mo Gong can be regarded as the one with the best attitude among all the central administrators, but Wen Wen always feels that he is different from other central administrators, as if there is an inexplicable gap between him and the shelter.

Then Wen Wen wandered around in the private space with bright eyes.

According to Wen Wen's speculation, the former owner of the asylum might be a celestial god, at least one of the most powerful spirit gods, so there may be some good things in his private space.

But to Wen Wen's disappointment, apart from a bunch of antique daily necessities, there were no super power props, or magic tricks.

But being able to have his own exclusive territory in the shelter already made Wen Wen very satisfied.

The owner of the dignified shelter can only live by remodeling the cell, which is too shabby.

On that day, Wen Wen moved all the things he had stored in those cells to the fourth floor of the shelter, and replaced all those antique beds, tables and chairs.

These furniture were all made by top craftsmen thousands of years ago, and they are exactly the same as those in the palace at that time, and they can be sold for a lot of money.

As for why Wen Wen didn't stay and use it for himself...

Can a wooden chair full of carved patterns be as comfortable as his salted fish rocking chair?

What surprised Wen Wen the most was the practice room in the house, which allowed Wen Wen to exert his strength to his heart's content without worrying about damaging anything with excessive force...

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