Two or three things in the copy

The car was full of poisonous snakes roaming unscrupulously in it.

"Snake controler, it seems that the rank is not low, don't worry..."

"You've said the word "rest assured" three times before, and the third time it even brought up the reputation of the shelter." Wu Mingkong interrupted the other party.

There was something odd about this, and it felt like a rush.

Moore Rawski fell, and the investigators who went in started as a fourth-level transcendent, and the strongest was a sixth-level.

Before he could get the incomplete star track ceremony on Ron's body, he was slapped on the ground by a sixth-level transcendent of the knight profession.

Fortunately, the existence that devoured the stars did not take advantage of this to get mad, otherwise they would all have to die here.

When he was angry, he didn't slap Moll Rawski to death, which was considered restraint.

Such a slap instantly woke up Moll Rawski.

What is he doing?

Attacked and killed the personnel of the containment agency, and even lost his mind to arrogance?

"I was affected by the containment." Moll Rawski immediately offered up the hidden ring in his hand, the containment that could eliminate the sense of existence.

This secret ring can use his vitality as fuel to dissolve his existence. With his own rank, it can hide the fifth-level extraordinary, but it can't hide the sixth-level extraordinary.

Moreover, he also sensed that these sixth-level transcendents in front of him are not the strongest. Outside the steam train, there is an existence like a deep sea. It is a seventh-level transcendent. Disappeared, the horrible existence of the bankruptcy of the Rossi Group.

"This sentence, you should explain it to the chief of the agency." A sixth-level knight headed by said with a sneer.

Hearing these sneering words, Moll Rawski's heart couldn't help but sink even deeper. Although he realized the seriousness of the matter, he didn't realize what was going on at all.

Kill the investigator of the containment agency?

No, it's more serious than this, even endangering the interests of the sixth-order transcendent.

Mole Roski, who was being escorted out, thought silently in his heart.

Ron, who was almost killed, was escorted out with him. Moll Rawski couldn't help but grieve his teeth in hatred.

Why is this kid so lucky, just a little bit, just a little bit less.

If the steam train is one second, no, half a second, this kid will die under the poisonous snake, how could he be so lucky to survive.

Mole Roski felt even more upset, because not only did this kid not get the Star Path Ceremony, let alone himself, the Black Snake Eye and the Roski Consortium might not be able to keep it.

"Look, what I saw, a fifth-level transcendent chasing and killing a transcendent of one calamity, not only failed to kill, but even fell into it himself, do you believe this kind of thing?" Wu Mingkong said quietly Silently read their memory.

Soul search, he is familiar with it.

Fortunately, Simon Duncan and Nicole Joyce didn't know that Wu Mingkong had searched their souls. Otherwise, they would have designated them to protest. Why would they use such a gentle method to the point of coma and amnesia?

"Come on, tell me about your mental journey, what is the reason why you, a fifth-level transcendent, would do such a cheap thing." Wu Mingkong took out a chair and sat down, a little curious. Listen to the story.

It is definitely impossible to go now, the steam train carriage is full of dead bodies and poisonous snakes, and a group of investigators are cleaning up.

Ron didn't react at all. He was only at the first level and didn't understand what was going on at all. He was still dizzy and even a little shocked. After all, he was almost bitten to death by a snake just now.

The knowledgeable Moll Rawski looked at the chair Wu Mingkong was sitting on in horror.

The Wraith Seat of Destruction Level 472, anyone who sits on it will be killed by a Wraith that can extract the soul of a person, but now the Wraith has not only not appeared, even the Wraith Seat has appeared unbearably crack.

This was not what frightened him the most. The most frightening thing was that Wu Mingkong was sitting, while the seventh-level demon hunter, Simon Duncan, the head of the containment organization, was standing.

"Tell me, it's rare that this one is interested in you." Simon Duncan had a straight face, and there was no emotion in his tone.

Since Wu Mingkong is interested in this guy, it doesn't matter, anyway, as long as Wu Mingkong doesn't lose his temper and show taboo-level terror, everything is fine.

In fact, for Wu Mingkong, he generally does not kill. Killing is a method with the lowest value.

As for the taboo level, Wu Mingkong never knew what his taboo level was, his strength?

It doesn't look like it, it can't be the appetite, although his appetite is very good, he can eat anything, from the small soil to the world, he will not refuse anyone.

But obviously, the so-called taboo level certainly does not refer to his appetite.

"Yes, sir, I don't know why, I was affected by the containment." Mole Roski hurriedly presented the secret ring.

Wu Mingkong twisted the secret ring, rubbed it on the palm of his hand and said.

"No, it's not this thing that affects you, it's other things that affect you." Wu Mingkong put the hidden ring in his pocket, how could he return the snacks in his hand.

Moore Rawski was a little surprised. It was just an excuse for him to be affected by the contained objects. This hidden ring did not affect his ability, but only burned his vitality.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would actually be affected. When he was slapped in the first place, he really had this idea, but with his fifth-level strength, he directly denied this possibility.

But now that someone would say that, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Greed? No, not likely, I have absolutely no reason to believe that a person who has a complete professional star path ritual will seek to steal a star path ritual that is only first-order and still incomplete, especially if a person who is similar to a cold-blooded animal will be killed." Get carried away, and even abolish the strength of the fifth level to replace the incomplete first-level occupation, even if this so-called incomplete first-level occupation can counter-kill the second-level professional extraordinary."

"Do you think this kind of behavior is very strange?" Wu Mingkong said in a very casual tone.

And Mole Rawski was cold all over. Why did he do such a stupid thing? He originally thought that attacking and killing the investigators of the containment agency was stupid enough, but he didn't expect that this was not the most stupid.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 381 Embers of the Past ([-])

"So, it's not you who has the problem, it's him, do you understand?" Wu Mingkong pointed to Ron.

"Understood, my lord." Moll Rawski couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. This must be considered a pass.

"It's good to understand, so you are worthless, so let's deal with it."

Mole Rawski's just-raised hopes were immediately wiped out by Wu Mingkong. It's okay, which means that he is completely worthless. Why not deal with it and keep it?

Waiting for Chinese New Year to eat sashimi?

Wu Mingkong doesn't like this one, sashimi is not as delicious as the contents.

"Wait, my lord, I..." Moll Rawski wanted to say something, but no one was ready to let him speak.

He has offended too many people, too many to count.

Not to mention the shelter, from the wild superhumans to various organizations in Baia City, there is basically no one that survived, and the kind that is not enough to be angry without death.

Moll Rawski, who was dragged down, had no ability to resist at all. Two sixth-order transcendents held him down, and even his voice was silenced. He couldn't make a sound at all.

"Okay, the one just finished talking about his mental journey, but unfortunately his eloquence is not very good, now it's your turn, come, tell me about your mental journey." Wu Mingkong looked at Ron, a lucky young man.

Fear gradually filled Ron's heart, could he not be afraid?

Moll Rawski just said a few words, and he was directly pulled down to deal with it. Will he be treated the same way?

Ron didn't know the result of pulling it down to deal with it, but it was absolutely certain that it would not end well.

Let's talk, it's probably the same fate after talking.

Don't talk about it, the end is probably not much worse.

"Aren't you going to say it? It's embarrassing for me to sing a one-man show alone." Wu Mingkong looked at Ron with interest.

He was born as a commoner, his parents died, he had a chance encounter, the enemy chased him, and when his life was hanging by a thread, he escaped to heaven with the help of a nobleman.

Wu Mingkong is a noble man, he is expensive enough.

Judging from these performances, this is a proper treatment for the protagonist. If there is no such thing as luck in this world, Wu Mingkong must think that this guy is the protagonist.

Especially the incomplete Star Trail Ceremony, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be tailor-made. If the first level kills the second level, it's fine if it's a coincidence. This is a frontal force.

Do you really think that anyone can leapfrog and kill by force?

"I, I don't know what to say." Ron said bravely. He didn't know what would happen to the moody person in front of him, but he could only do so.

"How should I put it, this is a problem. Why don't you tell me how you feel about becoming a first-order wind and thunder envoy." Wu Mingkong said while tapping on the armrest of the wraith seat.

In fact, there is also the profession of Wind and Thunder Envoy, which is a derivative of Elemental Envoy, but Ron doesn't know it. He thinks that he can control the power of wind and thunder, so it is not a problem to be called Wind and Thunder Envoy.

"My lord, is my occupation really a Wind and Thunder Messenger?" Ron was a little shocked, he thought he had guessed it right.

"No, I'm talking nonsense." Wu Mingkong can't say that I've seen your memory, right?

Ron didn't expect Wu Mingkong to answer like this at all.

"Well, my lord, I am happy to be a first-order wind and thunder weapon, and I have no other feelings, really." Ron racked his brains and couldn't think of any feelings. With his meager knowledge, he can only describe it as happiness up.

"No more?" Wu Mingkong thought, the answer was very simple, so simple that it was really just two words.

"No more, my lord." Ron replied very honestly, but he was very uneasy, for fear that Wu Mingkong's words would be of no value, so he would let it go and deal with it.

Wu Mingkong just looked at Ron like this, and he noticed from the very beginning that this Ron seemed a bit out of place.

Especially his profession.

Wu Mingkong can cheat his father, but he is definitely not the Wind and Thunder Messenger, and from the memory of Ron and Moll Rawski, it is true that this professional star track ceremony is incomplete, and the incompleteness is very serious.

Not only is there only the first level, but it is also a broken first level. Wu Mingkong couldn't even reproduce how Ron completed the star trail ceremony.

luck?

Wu Mingkong couldn't help but smile knowingly, maybe.

He was a little curious about what this complete star trail ceremony was like.

Of course, curiosity is curiosity, he will not deliberately look for it, who knows that such a thing can be found, this is the dungeon world, and it is not his big week.

If it was in his big week, he would be able to dig out this thing even if it was buried in a grave if he gave an order.

"Lucky boy, are you interested in mixing with me?" Wu Mingkong sent a sincere invitation to the experimental product.

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief. Now he suspects that he heard it wrong. A big man who can decide Moll Roski, who actually controls the life of Uho City, will invite him.

What an incredible thing.

"Why did you choose me?" Ron asked excitedly under pressure.

"Why? I don't need a reason for doing things. If I have to say it, it's your luck. I think you can be a qualified mascot."

Of course, Wu Mingkong still hid a little bit of this, that is not only a qualified mascot, but also a qualified experimental product or bait.

Ron didn't expect this reason at all. He thought Wu Mingkong would talk about his honesty or something else, but he didn't expect too much. Happy is the best word to describe it.

"Yes, my lord, I will definitely become a qualified mascot."

Ron was very excited. Of course he knew what the mascot was. He could eat well, drink well, and get all kinds of favors.

As for personality?What is that, a commoner can act as a mascot for a big man, in their minds, it is simply an honor.

This not only means that he has no worries about food and clothing, but also means that he has broken away from the civilian class, although he is more like a clown.

It's a pity that Wu Mingkong didn't understand, but seeing Ron's excitement, Wu Mingkong didn't say anything more, as long as you are happy.

Wu Mingkong just wanted to see if more things would happen when Ron was with him, and if he got the rest of the star track ceremony by chance.

"Okay, then you should work hard. When the steam train is almost cleaned up, we will set off to the headquarters of the containment agency in Turan City." Wu Mingkong said to Ron cheerfully, but in fact the strips on Ron's body Data is being collected by Brain.

As for Ron really being lucky?Wu Mingkong actually didn't care.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 382 Embers of the Past ([-])

"Well, do you think it was intentional or intentional?" Wu Mingkong asked as he looked at the steam train that was forced to stop.

Simon Duncan was speechless. Aren't these two words the same?

"I think it might be an accident." Simon Duncan said cautiously.

The black thread on Wu Mingkong's head: "You can say such things against your will, won't your conscience hurt?"

Looking at the large stone blocking the steam train, if it hits it, only the extraordinary people above the fifth level can survive, and the rest will basically die.

"You told me that this deserted place doesn't look like it would be an accident for me to drop a piece of it on the train track?" Wu Mingkong thought, this is Ron's auspicious You may have to change your position, let's change it to a broom star.

It's fine if a carload of people died in front, but now that Wu Mingkong can do this to him here, he thinks there must be something wrong.

Of course, this situation cannot directly affect Wu Mingkong, the existence of Zhenshi can make him not be affected by any illusory things.

But this kind of indirect influence on Wu Mingkong is still unavoidable, unless he directly covers the entire town, but Wu Mingkong has no such plan.

"My lord." Ron also heard Wu Mingkong's complaint, and walked over.