Mini-Games to Save the World

Before the earliest civilization recorded by humans, Ru Mao drank blood while Yipi reed.

Uh ...

At this time, Lidu County is inside.

Under the dark sky, the city is silent, the cold wind on the street is blowing messy paper, the car is parked on the side covered with dust, and the storefront on the street is not popular.

"Tread ... Tread ..."

With lame footsteps, an unmanned squad dressed in black combat patrols the streets.

They are fully armed and always maintain contact with the headquarters.

The sky was dark, as if within reach.

The environment here is darker than ever, and the field of vision will be limited.

On the river not far away, the white mist was rising continuously, circling the city and taking off.

"The first zone is normal."

"The second zone is normal."

Uh ...

队伍 Each team reported to the headquarters that the staff were busy with their feet nonstop, and the soft conversation sounded in everyone's mouth.

"Is there any news from the advance team?"

"I just contacted ten minutes ago, and still the door blocked the way forward."

"Keep communicating."

Uh ...

"The layout of the city has been arranged in advance, and the unexpected changes in the capital have not yet found the cause."

"What's going on outside the city?"

"No signs of anomalies have been found for the time being."

Uh ...

"Did the whereabouts of the Yin soldiers be found?"

"No, the chance is that you will return to Lidu."

"The door has not been opened yet. How do they enter and leave the capital? Land Temple?"

"Only this way."

Uh ...

At this time across the river from Badu County, a mountain, the dark atmosphere covered the whole mountain, the surrounding environment is like the night, no fingers can be seen.

Kuang Guangliang was suppressed to the extreme, and his eyes could only see things ten meters away.

Every now and then, a nasty cry cried, as if a pale face floated beside him.

Beside the fire, the swaying light illuminated the surrounding environment, and the warmth brought by the firewood nourished several people's bodies.

King Wang Xiaoxi stared at the fire in front of him. There seemed to be a little man dancing inside. The fluttering ribbons made the flames even hotter and dispelled the surrounding ghosts.

Leaning aside, the veteran was talking to another man in a flowery show.

Xiao Wang Xiaoxi looked up, still with deep curiosity in his eyes.

Although she had seen this person for several days, she still had doubts in her heart, and her three views were crushed and crushed for a time.

Isn't he male? Really a man! How could it be a man? How can a man do this?

She seemed to feel her sight, and the man turned his head, then looked at Wang Xiaoxi tenderly.

"What happened to our stream?"

Seeing the two stop talking, Qi Qi stared at her. Her eyes kept shifting on the two, then approached the veteran, and whispered, "Uncle Bing, do I have a puppet?"

The sound is small, but everyone can hear it.

There was solidification around for a few seconds, and then the enchanting man held out his finger, pretending to accuse him, "What is Xiao Xiying saying, isn't this poking your uncle?"

There was a smile on Vang's vicissitudes face, and he patted Wang Xiaoxi's head: "No."

Then looked at the man: "Old demon, pay attention later."

"It's okay, it's just a long time, isn't it, brook?"

"Hmm." She answered slightly, still not used to it.

He returned to his original position and looked around with curiosity.

The episode ends, and the veteran continues to ask, "What's going on?"

The old demon returned to seriousness, his spirit never ceased to perceive, and his expression was serious: "The change was beyond our expectation, the door is stronger than expected, and it may ... cannot be opened."

The old soldier frowned: "It shouldn't be the case, even if we don't open it, the contents should come out actively."

"It was a problem inside." The old demon glanced at the environment around his eyes. "Yin Qi has begun to seep. This is a sign that the ghost power inside the prefecture is about to erupt, but that door has suppressed this power stiffly. . "

The pale figure that passed by from time to time continued to scream.

In reality, various ghosts are breeding.

They climbed out of the grave and returned from the earth.

"The longer the suppression, the more severe the outbreak."

"It may be the second hand of the land government, after all, this is the place created by our ancestors."

The old veteran shook his head: "No one knows what they have done. The people in the local government have long since died. Even in our history, there is not much recorded about this place. Accidents can only cause damage."

Crazies are always away from the crowd.

人类 There is no difference between humans and lunatics who use abnormal powers. Extreme changes and powers are not compatible with ordinary people. Therefore, 酆 has become extremely secretive.

Wudifu, a special organization, has been dead for a long time, and now it has begun to recover through an abnormal outbreak. Without artificial suppression, there will be a horror scene of night walks.

The sooner is resolved, the smaller the impact, but now it is in a dead end.

Lao Yao's exquisite face revealed a deep puzzlement: "Why the old man Li brought from the mountain did not explain this situation."

"Maybe the person in the cloud is wrong, he is not omniscient."

The old demon was silent for a moment. The man who spent the whole year in sleep never made mistakes, but that was only before the abnormal outbreak.

Uh ...

Underground.

幽 A long passage extends from the mountainside to nearly 100 meters underground.

The walls around the aisle are full of strange patterns, some like ghosts, and some are glaring deities.

This is a man-made underground cave that suddenly appeared a few days ago, showing the appearance of the land government for the first time in the eyes of the world.

At the end of the aisle is a spacious hall ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The green flames are burning on both sides, and the huge statue of the angry Buddha is holding a sharp weapon, staring straight at the figure of a group of people.

I was in this place with a hair in my heart.

It still belongs to reality, not any illusion or spiritual world.

鬼 Outside ghosts are raging, but here is calm.

But everyone knows that this is just the tranquility before the storm, and the longer the dark clouds brew, the bigger the storm will be.

At this time, someone looked at the information in the hand, and on the paper was painted a pattern of a simple gate, carved with a ferocious scene of the local government.

He made sure, and then looked up at the tall stone gate in front of him.

The tartar stood in front of it, as if the insignificant ant was facing the colossus, awe-inspiring.

The man carefully observed that the pattern in front of Shimen and the hand was the same, and their information seemed to be correct.

But his ability can discern differences, so there is always a weird emotion in his heart.

So he affirmed: "This door is different."

There is a record in Wudi government, which can only last for two thousand years, and this organization does not exist.

Reality has realistic detection methods. The manufacturing time of the door in front of it belongs to an earlier era, and at that point in time, there is no corresponding civilization record in Xia Guo.

Pudi should not exist for so long.

How could such a thing exist in the Stone Age!

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