Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

When Yan Tong climbed out of the ecological cabin, he took a look at his body data as usual—then there was one more step than usual: go to the medical department to report to the doctor on duty.

"I feel a little dizzy," he said to the doctor on duty, "Maybe it's because empathy is serious in this world, and I'm not used to it."

The doctor on duty called up his various data, looked left and right, "I don't see any problem."

Yan Tong asked: "...Could it be that the soul is unstable?"

The doctor looked back at him—according to the usual practice, people who think they are better than doctors don’t get good looks from him, but good-looking people always have privileges—after thinking about it, he said casually: "Then I Give you another hour of recording time."

Generally speaking, because the combination of body and consciousness may be deviated when the fast-traveler first returns to the source world, the fast-travel headquarters has made special regulations on this: the system will still be in the same state within an hour after the fast-traveler returns to the source world. Turn on the tracking record function to avoid accidents due to lack of control over the body.

On the other hand, it also reminds the fast traveler not to do too private things during this period.

After Yan Tong got this answer, he thanked him very sincerely, but instead made the doctor who was only going to be perfunctory embarrassing.

Then he took the elevator down to the underground garage, turning off the terminal's communication function on the way.

Before closing the contact completely, he glanced at the message board - for some reason, there was a lot of backlog this time.

He suddenly thought: How many are Sheng Yingxian's?

——Before this idea had time to take shape, the terminal screen went completely dark with a beep.

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Not long after Yan Tong drove out from the fast travel headquarters, he noticed someone following him.

It is now close to [-] o'clock in the evening, and there is not much traffic jam in the city, but there is still a lot of traffic.He looked in the rearview mirror and noticed that two cars had been biting his tail.

Wu Ye's reaction was as fast as his: [Da, someone is following you. 】

Yan Tong didn't answer, and turned the steering wheel expressionlessly.

It was already 08:30 when he walked out of the city to the entrance of the intercity tunnel.He turned a few corners in the vicinity seemingly aimlessly, and went all the way to the secluded alley.

Wu Ye reminded: [Great! 】

Yan Tong ignored it until Wu Ye was about to report this abnormal situation to the headquarters, then said: [I'm in a bad mood. 】

Then I got out of the car, walked into a noodle shop, and sat down by the window.

It was already past meal time, and there was no one in the noodle shop.The boss came over to greet Yan Tong, recognized him, and froze for a moment.

Yan Tong picked up the menu, "Three delicacies, a few more bottles of beer."

He didn't say "how many bottles" specifically, and the boss took three bottles out of the freezer for him without asking.

Wu Ye knows that the situation is not right now, but Yan Tong has always been picky, especially when drinking: he has been with Yan Tong for five years, and he has never seen his family drink beer.

It guessed that Yan Tong was in a very bad mood now, so he didn't dare to speak.

Yan Tong picked up a bottle of wine while waiting for the food to be served, pried off the bottle cap at the table, raised his head and drank - when the noodles were served, most of the bottle was already empty.

He put down the wine bottle, wiped his mouth, picked up his chopsticks, and from the corner of his eye saw five or six people entering the noodle shop.

Those few people were all strong and strong men, although they didn't move much, they had a fierce bandit aura about them.They are also very particular about where they sit: just blocking the way out of the door and window.

The owner of the noodle shop is also a person with exquisite faces. Seeing this scene, he glanced at Yan Tong worriedly.

Yan Tong took in all the movements of everyone in the noodle shop, but pretended not to see anything on his face, raised his head, and drank the remaining half bottle of wine.

——The wine bottle rolled down on the table with a gurgling sound.

Several men looked at each other.

Yan Tong picked a few noodles from the bowl and ate them. Before taking a few mouthfuls, he picked up the second bottle of wine, pried off the cap and drank.

He drank another half bottle, stood up, and staggered towards the bathroom.

Just as Yan Tong turned the corner, several men followed, and one of them gave the boss a warning look.

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bathroom.

The lights were bright, and Yan Tong put his hands on the sink, as if about to vomit.He was still wearing his shirt and black trousers from last time, and his figure seemed thinner because of the arching of his back.

There is a small glass jar next to the faucet, half of the water is placed in the jar, and a bunch of green radishes are growing.The green radish is placed next to the mirror, and the green leaves are reflected in the mirror, which looks extraordinarily lush.

Yan Tong retched for a while facing the sink - in fact, his drinking capacity was not so bad that he could vomit a bottle and a half of beer, so naturally he couldn't vomit anything.

Then he heard footsteps.

Someone came in through the door.

Yan Tong slowly got up from the sink, turned to look at the door, and saw two tall men walking into the bathroom, one of them had a scar on his forearm.

He put a hand on the sink.

Calm down, Yan Tong told himself, everything is going according to his plan, you must be calm at this moment.

He silently recited the "Heart Sutra" in his heart to calm himself, turned his head, and met the gaze of the man in charge.

In his eyes, time seemed to stretch infinitely——

... Sarira, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form...

The man approached aggressively, stepped forward with his left foot, clenched his right hand into a fist, and pulled back to gain momentum.Yan Tong still pressed his left hand on the sink, and took a step back.

...It is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing...

The man met Yan Tong's eyes in the midst of the tension, and seemed to be amazed by the irrational calmness and reason in those tired and cold black eyes. Tong face to call over.

At the same moment, Yan Tong suddenly turned sideways and bumped his elbow against the screen window behind him.

The second man also entered the bathroom. He seemed to have not expected the sudden outbreak of the situation, so he stayed where he was.

...without feeling, thinking, and knowing, without eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, without color, sound, fragrance, and touch...

The holes in the screen window were still not enough, Yan Tong lowered his head slightly, with his left hand covering half of his head and face, the man had already rushed to the window, jumped onto the window sill, and slammed into the screen window.

Because he retreated so fast, the wind of the man's fist only brushed past his ears.

...No ignorance, no ignorance, no old age and death, no old age and death, no suffering and extinction, no wisdom and no gain...

With a scoff, the screen window was completely torn.

Seeing that Yan Tong was about to jump out of the window and escape, the man suddenly rushed forward, picked up the vat of green radish by the sink, and threw it at Yan Tong with all his might!

...According to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance in the heart, and there is no fear because of no hindrance...

The water tank was thrown sideways and hit the window glass above Yan Tong's head.

At that moment, it seemed as if white light exploded in front of his eyes, the water tank and glass were all smashed, and the fragments were scattered, strong and sharp.

Yan Tong didn't have time to adjust his posture, or even think, he just felt a pain in his back, and he fell out of the window.

...Stay away from reversing dreams, and finally Nirvana...

Yan Tong rolled on the ground and immediately jumped up. Before he could stand still, he saw a leg sweeping towards him.

He raised his knee to block it, and stepped on the inside of the man's knee.

- Click.

...The Buddhas of the third age, according to Prajna Paramita, have obtained Alnuttara-samyak-sambodhi...

The screams and the sound of brakes sounded at the same time.

When Yan Tong looked up, he saw that his car had slid over without a sound—his car was champagne-colored, and it was particularly conspicuous in the night.

He stepped on the knee of the person who had kicked out earlier, and was lying on the ground screaming.

Yan Tong was about to rush towards his car when he was suddenly hugged from behind!

... I know that Prajna Paramita is a great curse, a great curse, a supreme curse, and an infinite curse...

Yan Tong stomped hard on the foot of the man behind him, and at the same time hit his neck with a backhand elbow.

The man let go of his hand in pain, and Yan Tong jumped out.

The car was less than three meters away from him. At the same moment, the two men jumped out from the bathroom window——

...can eliminate all suffering, true and true...

A black car suddenly cut into the battle group like a knife.

The car window was open, and Sheng Yingxian's face was inside.

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Sheng Yingxian said, "Come up."

Although there were less than two seconds before the people had to chase after him, Yan Tong was still taken aback for a moment.

Then he reached out and pressed on the roof of Sheng Yingxian's car, intending to turn over directly, "You don't want your driver's license anymore?"

Sheng Yingxian slammed open the co-pilot's door, pulled him in, and roared away.

——The moment the car accelerated, a man happened to grab the door.

Yan Tong watched from the rearview mirror that the man was thrown to the ground and rolled around twice, without saying a word.

The door clicked shut.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then Sheng Ying said casually, "Seat belt."

There was no movement from the co-pilot.

Sheng Yingxian froze for a moment, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

He turned his head and took a look - Yan Tong was sitting on the co-pilot with his back straight, he should have noticed his gaze, and turned his head to look at him slightly.

His forehead seemed to be covered with sweat.

The light was dim at night, for some reason, Sheng Yingxian felt that he could see a little provocation from the tip of Yan Tong's eyebrows.

Then Yan Tong asked him: "Will you chase cars?"

Sheng Yingxian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked back, and sure enough, he saw two cars approaching.

He didn't ask what happened to Yan Tong, but simply replied: "Yes."

Yan Tong said: "Follow my car."

——Sheng Yingxian looked sideways, and sure enough, he saw Yan Tong's car was beside him, half a car ahead, it should be driven by Yan Tong's system.

A few thoughts ran through his mind quickly, but he didn't speak.

Yan Tong stretched out a hand to support the door armrest, paused, and said: "You came here by yourself, don't blame me for dragging you in."

Sheng Yingxian noticed that his hands on the armrest were trembling slightly, and saw that he pursed his lips tightly after saying this. He had been thinking about a lot of questions, but in the end he didn't ask any questions, and only sighed in his heart.

At this time, they had come out of the tangle of secluded paths.Sheng Yingxian made a sharp turn and slammed the car onto the road, only to hear Yan Tong humming slightly.

——He must have been injured, Sheng Ying thought.

Behind him came the sharp sound of two wheels rubbing violently against the ground——

The street lights were much brighter than before. At that moment, Sheng Yingxian glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Yan Tong was still sitting upright on the car seat, with a straight back and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing a slender and graceful forearm.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the front expressionlessly. His whole body was trimmed and neat, and his side face was cold.

——beautiful and sharp.

Sheng Yingxian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned his head away like a thief, not noticing that he had just passed a red light.

He glanced in the rearview mirror, thinking that if this matter was investigated tonight, his driver's license would be revoked, and Yan Tong had indeed reminded him correctly—then he remembered the moment when he saw Yan Tong's right shoulder blade behind the street light just now. A dark color blurred everywhere.

I don't know what the injury was, but when he entered the battle group just now, he happened to see Yan Tong countering with an elbow.

... How painful it is to pull the wound so hard.

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Sheng Yingxian took the two cars behind him for a circle in Wangcheng, and gradually realized something was wrong.

——The route that Yan Tong took seemed not to be a temporary decision when he had nowhere to go, but was designed in advance!

He tilted his head and glanced at Yan Tong, knowing that since Yan Tong didn't say anything, it was inconvenient for him to ask, but he secretly noticed more details.

Yan Tong seems to be deliberately suppressing the speed so that the people behind will not lose track of him.

A few times, Sheng Yingxian himself saw a fork in the road suitable for getting rid of his tail, but Yan Tong seemed to have not seen it, and rushed straight to the main road.

And sometimes, Yan Tong will deliberately throw away the car behind.

Miraculously, after Yan Tong deliberately got rid of him, the two cars behind could always catch up again, as if they had rehearsed in advance.

For a moment, Sheng Yingxian even suspected that Yan Tong was colluding with the older brothers behind him to act together—but when he turned his head and looked at Yan Tong's expression, he didn't feel like it: when he first received Yan Tong, Yan Tong's face was only slightly pale, Now even his lips are faintly pale, obviously in a very bad state.

And he still had another question in his mind: they were openly chasing the car on the street, logically the law enforcement team's car should have stopped them, but why haven't they even seen the law enforcement team until now?

Fortunately, these questions did not bother him for too long.

Because they were finally caught up.

Two more cars came in from the opposite side, and four cars together finally blocked them into a small road - the elder brother who was chasing them seemed not to give up, Sheng Yingxian just saw a car hit the roof of Yan Tong's car Near the wall, I felt the rear of the car shake.

They were also jacked into bushes in the green belt.

Sheng Yingxian thought that luckily it was a green belt, at least there was still a bit of buffer, so that no one would be hurt.

Two other vehicles blocked their way out.

Sheng Yingxian raised his head, just in time to see the logo of Phoenix Film and Television on the nearby high-rise building, and subconsciously felt that this logo was familiar, before he had time to think about it, he heard Yan Tong beside him say:

"...I can't leave anyway, do you want to talk?"

His voice was cold and hoarse, which shocked Sheng Yingxian.

The branches of the bushes made messy scratches on the car window.

Even in such a situation, Yan Tong's back is still straight.

Sheng Ying looked at him idle, not knowing what he was thinking, so he had to refocus on the group of people blocking them, and said casually: "Okay, what are we talking about?"

Yan Tong suddenly laughed, and turned to look at him: "You don't seem to be panicking at all."

Sheng Yingxian also laughed, "We're all in the same company, I haven't seen any battles before."

There are not many street lights here, the light is dim, and the blood stains on the white shirt behind Yan Tong look particularly deep, Sheng Yingxian glanced over his shoulder, then turned away again.

Yan Tong leaned back on the car seat in a stretched posture, carefully avoiding the wound, looked at the men who were getting out of the car outside the green belt, and asked Sheng Ying, "For example, why did you come here?"

Sheng Yingxian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stopped smiling.

The surrounding light is dim, several men are walking towards this side, the shadows are swaying and enlarged, and the color is deep.

His consciousness was unprecedentedly clear.

"Today is your birthday," Sheng Yingxian looked at Yan Tong, and said amidst the dimly swaying figures and the faint smell of blood:

"Happy birthday."