After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

The fog in the town became thicker and she couldn't see everything around her clearly. When she straightened her arms, she couldn't see her hands. She landed on the ground and looked down, but couldn't see her feet clearly.

Everything around her was wrapped around her, and the mist that wrapped tightly around her was suffocating, as if there were countless shackles binding her.

There is a piece of grass under the feet. The grass is very thick and the color is green and shiny. It is abnormally green, as green as if it has been painted with green paint.

Yang Yi casually stepped on it twice, and the green grass struggled a few times, and the leaves stood up like knives.

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, and with a thought in his mind, the surrounding fog immediately seemed to be pushed away by an invisible hand, making way for a large space. Now she seemed to be standing in a soap bubble, and outside the bubble was endless churning mist.

She tried to push out her telekinesis again, and the mist began to struggle and stir as if it had life, pushing back some of her telekinesis.

After wrestling for a while, Yang Yi frowned and looked a little impatient. An invisible force of thought spread out from her body like a storm. The soap bubble suddenly expanded to more than ten meters. The invisible force that was wrestling with her dissipated silently. , only the fog is still lingering and squirming outside the mind bubble.

The suffocating feeling of being wrapped around him finally dissipated, and the surrounding scenery was clearly revealed before his eyes.

Only then did Yang Yi see clearly that he was standing on the lawn in front of a family. This family's house was a two-story house with a slope roof. There were traces of white paint on the wall. It should have been painted in the past two months. On both sides of the door, There is a climbing rose with large pink and purple flowers.

Yang Yi recognizes this kind of flower. It has a nice name, Blue Rain.

The town at this moment, just like the name of this flower, is silent, gloomy, and ominous.

She strolled into the white house - the door was open - and there were traces of life in the house. Children's toys were scattered on the floor, there were pet mats and an uneaten dog bowl in the corner, and there was a pot boiling in the open kitchen. The soup - was already rotten, as if the owner just heard something moving outside the house, temporarily turned off the stove and went out to take a look, and planned to come back later to drink soup, and then never came back.

She walked around the town, and the traces of life in each house were very clear, as if the owner was just going out temporarily. Only the faint layer of dust inside each house proved that the residents of the town had been away for a while.

There was not a single person in the town, not a trace of any pets, or even any living animals.

There was a deep dead silence, and the mist surged, stirred, and squirmed around her, like a huge creature devouring living things, and the town was just a part of its belly.

Just now, the sun was hanging in the sky outside, and the fog was like a monster crouching between heaven and earth, covering the town. But inside the town, she couldn't see any sunlight, and everything around her was gloomy, like the darkness before a rainstorm.

It is impossible for the residents of the town to disappear out of thin air. Even if they are really eaten by something, it is impossible not to leave even a trace.

Almost every household here has its door open. If something critical happens, it is impossible for everyone to go out safely without locking the door.

She wanted to follow the footsteps, but the creatures here seemed to be stimulated by the dark matter in the fog and some unknown forces, and they all had a certain degree of alienation. The grass on the roadside has sharp leaves, the flowers at the door are in full bloom, emitting a strange fragrance, and the vines have climbed onto the road, covering the traces left by humans.

I have no clue at all. It would be great if I could awaken Holmes's abilities. Yang Yi sighed.

However, stupid people also have stupid ways: since there is no one, she can let go.

She slowly rose into the air and closed her eyes.

The wind swirled around her, starting out as a light breeze, then getting stronger and stronger, a breeze, a strong wind, a strong wind, and gradually formed a storm that began to spin wildly around her.

The mist was sucked into the storm. At first, the invisible force tried to resist, but as the storm became increasingly crazier, it formed a violent tornado. The mist was torn and shattered, as if it was being rolled into minced meat in a meat grinder.

The sharp blades of grass trembled and clung to the ground; the petals were lifted up by the storm and danced wildly in the air; the vines shivered and retracted their squirming bodies.

The power in the mist is testing, resisting, struggling - shrinking...

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Outside the fog, in the tent.

The sophisticated instruments in front of the monitoring personnel were flashing green lights. While Yang Yi was wrestling with the fog, part of the green lights suddenly turned red and flashed crazily.

"Quickly report to General Balotelli, there is movement in the fog!" a monitor exclaimed, and someone immediately went to report it.

With a rush of footsteps, General Balotelli and Director Zhou quickly walked into the tent.

"What happened?" General Balotelli shouted.

During this period of time, he stayed here for more than ten days, and the fog was always so gloomy. No matter how they tried and tested, even if they launched bombs inside, they could not provoke any response from it. And now, just Just ten minutes after Yang Yi entered, the fog changed, which surprised and embarrassed him.

"The dark matter energy in the fog fluctuates, and the magnetic field inside the town also changes!"

"What change! What caused it?" General Balotelli asked quickly, "Can traces of life be detected?"

"The changes are very unstable, with large amplitudes. We can only confirm that the internal energy of the town is in violent turbulence, and we cannot determine what caused it." The monitor said, looked at Director Zhou next to him, and said hesitantly: " I think it has something to do with...Ms. Yang in the human world. The magnetic field fluctuations here have exceeded the magnetic field control range of B-level awakeners..."

General Balotelli glanced at the serious-looking Director Zhou next to him and ordered: "Continue monitoring!"

"General! There is a situation in the fog!"

The people stationed outside to observe the fog shouted, and General Balotelli and Director Zhou hurriedly ran out of the tent. The scene in front of them made their eyes widen.

Although the fog was thick before, it was slow like ordinary white fog. But at this moment, the fog is like boiling water. The internal fog keeps pouring out like waves, and the outside fog keeps spreading outward.

The mist that filled the world surged, shrank, and boiled, as if a huge monster began to move. In front of it, human beings were like mayflies facing ancient evil beasts, and could only scream and flee.

"Back off! Back off! Retreat immediately!" General Balotelli shouted.

The shocked people finally came to their senses, and the soldiers began to drive away the onlookers, while the staff quickly packed up their things.

A tornado suddenly jumped out of the fog, like a fog dragon sucking water, connecting the sky above and the earth below, towering between heaven and earth. The fog that shrouded the town was stirred up, absorbed, and sucked into the tornado.

The nearby tents were completely blown away, countless papers were flying in the air, and people felt that the suction force was getting stronger and stronger, trying to pull them into the tornado.

"Don't worry about those machines anymore. Get the important information and leave immediately!" General Balotelli frantically issued an order: "Drive the crowd away, it's dangerous here!"

Director Zhou looked worried and was pulled away by Feng Liancheng.

"Is there nothing wrong with Yang Yi?" Director Zhou murmured worriedly as he retreated, "If something goes wrong with her, I will become a criminal of the country..."

"Isn't this a small case for her? Have you forgotten how she defeated the fire demon?" Feng Liancheng said seemingly confidently, but he looked behind at the terrifying sky that towered between heaven and earth and was comparable to a super cell storm. , and the tone of his words couldn't help but be a little hesitant.

Sand and rocks flew in the air, and countless fallen leaves, paper, and garbage were sucked toward the center by the tornado.

The fog was gradually shattered by the tornado, and the outline of the town could be vaguely seen. Before everyone could be happy, the tornado rolled up flying sand and rocks and once again obscured the town.

Ordinary people's minds go blank before such a terrifying phenomenon, and all they can do is escape.

A plastic chair rushed towards him. Feng Liancheng couldn't dodge and quickly covered his head. However, he saw Wei Changan pull out of thin air in the distance. The plastic chair was turned around in front of him, and then was sucked away by the tornado.

The wind is whistling next to my ears, and every time I open my mouth to say a word, I get a mouthful of dust.

Feng Liancheng, who had never experienced a typhoon, realized that as long as the wind was strong enough, people would not be able to breathe.

Seeing Chen Yushu and Wei Changan return, Feng Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone in the Xia Kingdom and the Brazilian military personnel hid behind a small hill.

It was further away from the town, but the wind was still very strong, with leaves and dust hitting my face, which hurt and I couldn't open my eyes.

Everyone was arranging their equipment. Feng Liancheng approached Wei Changan. Wei Changan thought he wanted to say thank you, but Feng Liancheng quietly asked: "Isn't your ability to control the flow of air? I remember the basic skills are wind blade, vacuum, What other air compression cannons are there, aren't there also tornadoes? Can you make this noise?"

Wei Changan glared at him, "I saved you, and you still tease me?! If I can do this, can I still be B-level?"

Then he understood, lowered his head and whispered: "Do you think Yang Yi caused this tornado?"

"Cough cough cough!" Director Zhou next to him coughed crazily.

The two people immediately straightened up as if nothing happened, and looked in the direction of the town, with a slightly worried expression on their expressions.

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At this moment, the town of Marsala is in a mess. Almost all the wooden houses have been turned into ruins, the trees have overturned, and the flowers and plants have withered.

But the fog was shattered by the storm, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer. Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes in the middle of the storm and looked towards the back of the town - it was a forest, where the invisible power just disappeared.

Her figure immediately pulled out a vague line in the air and rushed towards the forest.

As soon as he arrived, Yang Yi's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his heart beat violently, with an angry sound.

Bodies, bodies everywhere.

There are men, women, old people, middle-aged people, young people, and young children.

A little girl wearing a pink Peppa Pig T-shirt was lying on the ground, wearing a pink tutu skirt.

She looked only three or four years old.

Everyone was lying on the ground as if they were kneeling, with their hands facing forward and their foreheads touching the ground. Their skin was shriveled and gray, as if they were dried mummies, as if they had been dead for hundreds of years.

Corpses all over the place knelt down and worshiped around the center in an orderly manner like onions, and in the middle was a door—no, I should say a crack, a crack suspended in the air out of thin air.