God obsession system

Meng Deman held back Li Shengzhi who wanted to rush in without hesitation, and said nervously.

"Don't worry, ordinary people can't enter..."

Before he finished speaking, the condensed mist instantly diffused, enveloping the two of them.

Only Meng Deman's exclamation remained.

"Fuck, why didn't you play cards according to the routine at the entrance of the secret realm this time!"

After engulfing the two of them, the mist didn't stop, but continued to expand outwards, slowly covering a radius of several miles before stopping.

All the people shrouded in dense fog disappeared in an instant.

"I'll go, what do you see over there?"

A young man working in a nearby high-rise office building saw the thick fog not far away and shouted in shock.

The sound startled the others in the office, they raised their heads and followed the young man's voice.

I saw the white mist as thick as milk, completely enveloping Diaoyu City and the surrounding Jialing River.

There is some mysterious power that isolates it, and it is completely impossible to see any scenes within the thick fog.

That feeling is like a person sailing alone on the vast expanse of the sea.

The location where I am is still sunny, the sun is shining brightly, but a few hundred meters away, there is a torrential rain, and there is no light at all.

The scene was extremely shocking.

Everyone gathered in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, took out their mobile phones to take photos, videos, and posted Moments and Douyin.

at this time.

"Ding"

All mobile phones received a text message at almost the same time.

"Dear Shancheng citizens, according to the Meteorological Bureau, there is heavy fog in the Diaoyucheng Scenic Area in Hechuan District.

After investigation by relevant departments, the dense fog is not a pollution incident, nor is it an abnormal incident caused by extraordinary forces. Citizens are requested to remain calm, do not panic, and actively cooperate with the official work. "

at the same time.

All the transcendents and armed police forces in the mountain city received orders shortly after the dense fog spread, and rushed to the place where the fog appeared in various vehicles.

Even the transcendent grandparents of several nearby cultivating families, who had long since given up on worldly affairs and concentrated on retreating, were alarmed.

They all broke through and rushed to the scene.

The mayor of Shancheng City reported the situation to Longcheng immediately, and urgently dispatched experts and experts to investigate the situation.

And let the communication companies send text messages to stabilize the mood of the public.

After doing this, the mayor kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, but he couldn't finish it.

The population of Shancheng is about 3200 million, nearly three times the population of Jiangcheng. Once a pollution incident occurs, the consequences will be disastrous.

Moreover, with this population, if there is a pollution incident and the news leaks out, I am afraid that the city will instantly fall into panic and paralysis.

There are very few people who can withdraw.

So if there is a pollution incident, the mayor can only suppress the news, try to send extraordinary people to suppress it, and slowly evacuate the people from the periphery.

Minimize the occurrence of casualties.

Sitting and thinking for a while, the mayor of Shancheng City took off the emerald Guanyin that was hung on his chest and was given to him by others, and stood on the table with a water cup.

Put your hands together, keep praying, and mutter to yourself.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you, don't let it be a pollution incident.

Amitabha. . . "

A staunch atheist instantly turns into a practical believer.

What is a practical believer is to take it out and believe in it when needed.

. . .

In the secret realm of Diaoyu City, Gu Yuncheng, who had just cleaned up the house and hadn't waited for the system prompt, was a little impatient.

Just as he was about to call the system, there was a sudden burst of noisy human voices outside.

Among them, there was a voice that was particularly ear-piercing.

"Damn it, brother Mengde, where is this, we won't cross over!

Which era is this, alas, it doesn’t matter.

Go, go and listen to the music! "

. . .

I'm sorry, everyone, the poor, weak, and helpless author is going to break his promise again. He failed to succeed in 1000 words and only wrote more than [-] words.

There are still a few hundred characters left, can I get credit first? . .