Fist of Imagination

The void fluctuated for a while, and the hole that looked like it had been gnawed by moths closed and quickly disappeared into the undercurrent of the sky and the sea.

The light faded, and a figure wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown jumped out of the darkness.

This is a young girl with happy eyes and brows. Her cheeks are fair, her eyes are clear, and her long hair is as messy as kelp on her head. Although she is wearing a hospital gown and has an IV drip on the back of her hand, there is nothing that belongs to the patient. temperament.

It looked like she was wearing this outfit just to take a photo on sick leave, but because she looked so good, it was not convincing at all.

After jumping out of the boundary gate, she happily opened her hands and jumped on one foot, then on both feet, like a hopscotch, jumping up and down the outer wall of World No. 37927.

Mi Xiang threw away his own IV pole, leaned over the membrane, put his ear against it, and listened carefully for a long time.

"The target entered the realm 3 hours and 47 minutes ago in Kukai Time...Cultivated, Bai Jie descended, this lingering sound is...the true nature has been achieved? It's a bit troublesome."

She was talking about trouble, but her face looked eager to try.

"Director, Director, it's too troublesome to investigate the ins and outs, and I don't want to have too much contact with the Fist of Utopia. It's disgusting. How about just killing him."

"The plan is to take two steps. First kill him, and then go on vacation. I will definitely do this quickly and well."

Mi Xiang connected to Compound Eye's internal communication channel and sent her reasonable suggestions to her immediate superior.

Station Director: "How many times have I told you, don't call me Station Director? My job title is Polutai Zhengshi. You should call me Zhengshi!"

Mi Xiang: "It's so disgusting that you want others to call you "sir." Director, you must be a two-dimensional person (disgusted)."

Station Director: "This is just a normal title! Who is the second dimension! Only people like you who use half brackets when speaking are the second dimension, okay!"

Mi Xiang: "Let's talk about business first, okay? Zhengshi, did you hear what I just said? My idea is to put people first. Go directly and kill the person sent by Thunder Bluff. Kill it early and it will be easy. Is that okay?"

Director: "No! This time, I am sending you on a top-secret mission in the name of vacation, in order to destroy Thunder Bluff..."

"You already said these things once when I set out, why are you saying them again?"

Mi Xiang interrupted:

"So I just need to kill that Utopian Fist. Although I don't know what he is doing, if I kill the person doing it, nothing will happen."

Station Director: "No! You must find out the true purpose of Thunder Bluff, and then report to the peak with me."

Mi Xiang: "The higher-ups just asked us to destroy Thunder Bluff's operation. They didn't say they wanted to find out. Director, what are you doing for yourself? The higher-ups won't give you any extra money (mysterious)."

Station Director: "Is it our way of doing things at Polu Station to just be qualified?

"If the requirement for reaching the summit is 60 points, then we have to achieve 120 points! Only by doing this can we show our value to the summit!"

Mi Xiang: "Tsk."

Station Director: “Where’s your reply!”

Mi Xiang: "I got it. (Why is a victim of internal struggle so passionate? You're already so old and still leading the charge in a place like Polutai where you have to shoulder all the dirty work, and your superiors won't give you a promotion. , smiled, I really don’t understand you two-dimensional people.”

Before the station director could reply, she immediately disconnected the internal communication.

Hahahahaha, happy!

"If we want to find out the whole story, let's start by catching your voice."

Mi Xiang straightened up, sat on the membrane like a duck with his calves crossed, then covered his ears and looked up into the sky.

A true heavenly guide, like thousands of cables, appeared silently. One end was connected to Mi Xiang's self-nature world, and the other end spiraled through the boundary membrane, scattered into countless filaments, pierced into the vast void, and followed Liang De chased after the "remaining sound" left behind.

…

In the pitch-black sewer, two catfish-like black figures were floating in the yellow-green turbid current.

In order to secretly watch the folk show where the ancestor descended to earth, Liang De and the Carrion King got into the filthy veins associated with the sewers and followed the flow of the filthy air to the performance site.

Needless to say, Liang De, earthworms burrowed into the ground like a fish in water. Coupled with the protection of his natural divine power, he could not be found even if the sewers were blown up to the sky.

And Lao Wang was originally an evil ghoul raised by this earth vein. Entering the earth vein was like returning to his happy hometown.

His body stinks, and his earth veins stink even more than him. He is like an abalone entering an abalone house, and the filth is tightly hidden all over his body.

One person and one corpse followed the earth's veins and came to the edge of the altar. The Taoist priests and disciples who were about to open the altar to perform the ritual still didn't notice anything strange.

"Fuck, these two grandsons stole manhole covers!"

Lao Wang's eyes were like a torch, and he could see through the past and present life of the industrial-style altar at a glance. Although it was covered with a table border embroidered with "Wanfa Zong Altar", how could he hide it from him who lived in the sewer!

"I'll go up and beat them up!"

Liang De quickly took out a hand to hold him and advised:

"Brother Wang, they stole the manhole covers for artistic performances. It's not easy for folk artists. You should wait until they are done before taking action."

Lao Wang struggled twice but failed to break free, and sat down cross-legged with a groan.

"What bothers me most about these people who steal manhole covers is that they have to bring new ones back from somewhere else every time. It's so annoying. It's even more annoying than when my wife stole my private money."

Liang Deqi said: "Brother Wang, do you still have a wife?"

Lao Wang tilted his head, "Is there any? Why didn't I know?"

"It's not what you just said..."

"What did I say about me?" Lao Wang denied.

"Don't make this up for me. I've never been in love since I was a kid. I'm so innocent. No one in my neighborhood knows that I'm pure..."

As he spoke, something suddenly occurred to him and he lowered his voice and said:

"Hey, tell me, what posture does the Patriarch have when he descends to earth? Head up or down, and from which angle is it better to view it?"

"Well……"

"Hi! I'm asking you what you're doing here. It's worth seeing both up and down."

Lao Wang chuckled, fell back in the earth veins, and lay on his back with his head facing the altar, his eyes widened.

"That'll be fine."

Yan family shovel, where are you looking? What should I do if my ancestor is so frightened by you that he dares not come down to earth?

Liang De looked up to the sky and sighed, and decided not to talk to the ancestor until he came to earth.

"There are still several hours before I descend to earth. Lao Liang, are you just sitting here waiting?" Li Zhixian poked at the chat window.

"The key to Blue Star's end is right here, there's no need to go anywhere else."

"Those two Taoist priests don't look very powerful. Can they summon something that will destroy Blue Star?"

“The end is coming, and the people on this street are all destined, especially the extraordinary ones.

"This ritual will not be completed normally."

Liang De looked in the direction of the altar.

"I suspect that the Blue Star in this world is using this ceremony to attract help from the Blue Star in the other world.

"The person coming tonight is not the Grandmaster, but...

"Savior."

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