The end of the world starts from the global copy

Why didn't he find it strange?

Such a simple thing, the brain should sound the alarm...

This question seems to have puzzled Ma Yunteng.

until he laughed.

"You succeeded in intriguing me."

"go on."

……

Two hours later.

Frank gets an out-of-spec reception.

Although he didn't know why he was stabbed in the forehead by a machine gun just now, he was taken to the parlour now.

But this is irrelevant.

The man sitting across from him was exactly the same as in the TV, and time didn't seem to leave any marks on the man's face.

At the same time, the aura of being in a high position for a long time also made Frank's aura a lot shorter.

Of course, for neuropathy, the aura doesn't matter.

"Your snacks are really good."

Frank said this while eating the biscuits.

And Ma Yunteng seems to be immersed in certain things and can't extricate himself.

Hearing these words, Ma Yunteng suddenly returned to his senses. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Eat more if you like it. Oh, by the way, what did you just say?"

Frank took a sip of water and swallowed the food residue in his mouth: "I said, we are allies now, right?"

"And the Resurrection Club? That's it..."

Ma Yunteng didn't change his smile, just nodded.

"Cough cough, then I want to ask you a favor. Death, the kid who chased and killed me just now, helped me kill him, how about it? This is a gift to your ally."

Frank didn't know how Sargeras got in touch with Ma Yunteng.

He also didn't understand why he became an ally with the dungeon boss.

But none of this matters!

The important thing is that he hugged Ma Yunteng's thigh, this time Lu Ming is dead!

What an advantage!

Yes, I am not as strong as you personally.

But I have a backer!

How can you, Lu Ming, be against me! ?

Frank, who was immersed in his own little world, did not see the light flashing in Ma Yunteng's eyes.

Ma Yunteng smiled and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. But before that, I also want to ask you to do me a favor."

"Tell me, oh yes, money? You should be very generous, right?"

Looking at that greedy face, Ma Yunteng nodded.

"How much you want, how much I will give you."

Chapter 84 Ten Photographs (continued)

"That's it?"

"That's it!?"

"This is your commission?"

An incredible expression appeared on Frank's face. He looked at the solemn Ma Yunteng and the things on the coffee table with surprise.

Ma Yunteng just nodded.

He pointed to something on the table and said softly.

"Ten photos of life, only after you get these ten photos can you enter the central building. This is my rule of the game and my rule."

"Now, now that we are allies, I don't care about your private intrusion. But you still need to see the photo."

Frank didn't find it strange—there were many more people with quirks.

He just marveled at the pay-to-reward ratio of this commission.

"Ten photos, 100 billion?"

"Yes, 100 billion."

100 billion refers to the money of this world.

It stands to reason that this thing is useless.

But Frank likes that—as he himself says, there are more people with quirks.

"Well, my employer, who asked you to give too much..."

With that said, Frank picked up the photo.

[When I was four years old...]

[When I was six years old...]

[When I was 12 years old...]

[22 years old...]

[35 years old...]

[41 years old...]

[45 years old...]

[56 years old...]

[78 years old...]

and finally...

When Frank saw the last photo, he was stunned.

With a flip of his hand, Frank showed the photo in front of Ma Yunteng: "This is blank."

Ma Yunteng nodded slightly.

"Yes, it's blank."

"Then... um. You've taken good care of..."

Frank didn't know what to say, he could only mumble like this, but he heard Ma Yunteng continue to laugh: "Do you want to see the last photo?"

For a moment, Frank fell silent.

A cold light flashed in his narrow eyes.

"Can I say no?"

"This is a commission, right?"

"All right……"

Frank muttered, suddenly stood up and followed behind Ma Yunteng.

Behind him, the lights went out.

Frank and Ma Yunteng slowly walked into the darkness.

……

Black fills the pupils.

Lu Ming, who was walking in the central city, was silent and desolate.

In his heart, the ghost's resentment constantly stimulated Lu Ming, causing Lu Ming's expression to fluctuate, becoming more and more hideous.

But it may be that you are tired... tired...

It could also be that she has been waiting for three years and doesn't mind giving Lu Ming some more time.

all in all.

As the grievances subsided, Lu Ming's expression gradually calmed down.

The blackness in his eyes gradually faded.

He turned his head and looked at the central building behind him.

"Frank is in there."

Yes, Frank is in there.

then,

and also,

Delegation is sacred.

And the son who has been with him for three years, that continued for three years.

He nodded, turned his head away and stopped looking at the central building.

Only the fists clenched slowly.

……

"Well."

Covering his forehead and barely standing up, the bald man looked left and right.

Leo had already been trampled to death by Lu Ming, so naturally he was not in the attic.

There were only three people left in the attic - the bald man, Balke, and Ren Xia.

Oh, it should be two people.

Balk was bleeding profusely, presumably dead.

Then he turned to look at Ren Xia, who was lying by the wall.

The bald man found out that Ren Xia didn't know what method he had used, and most of the broken bones on his body had healed.

At least now, he has been able to slowly stand up against the wall.

The only two survivors looked at each other and smiled.

There was a sense of sympathy between them.

"Ren Xia."

"Chang Lei."

Brief self-introduction.

Then, Ren Xia opened the chat box.

"This god of death...Mad, is it okay to go crazy all of a sudden? It's a shame for Lao Tzu."

"But what can I do, who made that guy a No. [-] player and a higher level."

"Balke is the most unlucky. It should have been the top group of players in the imperial military, and they were buried in this joking dollhouse."

"Hey!"

While muttering, Ren Xia took two steps slowly.

It can be seen that with the simple movement of Ren Xia, the scratches on his body gradually disappeared, and the broken bones were reconnected - the crackling sound of bones connecting from the body even made Chang Lei frown.

This recovery speed, is it not personal?