Abyssal Kingdom

Without Safang, Wei An and Guiling can directly drive home through the space film.

The place where the car drove was not far from Wei Anding's Beishan villa. The scenery here is beautiful and the air is fresh. The flowers in the north have bloomed a lot in the past few days, and there is an increasingly strong smell of spring in the air.

Within 10 minutes of driving, they entered a large area of ​​private property from the wilderness. Everything here is taken care of by a special person. The flowers, plants and trees are well arranged, with trails and hidden emergency equipment. The road is long and requires a car to pass through. An exclusive resort for rich people.

In this kind of place, you can't tell what happened at all.

It was really inconvenient for Wei An to leave Safang and his group in the space lock without killing them.

There should be thousands of firewalls added to this space lock contract, which cannot be lifted for a while.

After Sa Fang disappeared, his group of forces must have searched all over the world, and would go to the space lock area to check. Wei An needed him to keep the factory closed so that no one could enter.

The best way is to throw him inside, where apart from a large corpse, the living facilities are very complete.

And anyway, Wei An took joint control, so don't worry about him escaping, just let him open the door when passing in the future.

He didn't like the way the people of Safang looked at Guiling very much. The soldiers were in a strange state of admiration for him. They tried not to show it, but just like the breath revealed by the history of the Great Dark Age, it was full of Self-mutilation, fanaticism and aggressive stares.Whether it's his power or just the existence of a "god" itself, it seems that it can bring them something.

Guiling parked the car on the driveway of the villa in the mountains, the place is quiet and no one has been here, Wei An still believes in the level of privacy of this kind of place.

He looked at the layered hedge outside the car, and it felt like years since he had been away from his retired world for only five days.

He thought about continuing to upgrade the contract, the dead line that Guiling was going to investigate, and the conspiracy that could affect the huge resource pool of the Federation.

But he also felt that he was in a very small world. Gui Ling was driving smoothly on the highway, and the two of them would form a certain atmosphere in the small space, as if there were only the two of them in the world, just like a family trip. The peace and satisfaction of the outside world does not exist.

Guiling was right next to him, completely his, and he could touch it with his hand. He wished the world was so small.

But no matter how he thought about it, Wei An was still smiling, with everything under control, no different from before.

He got out of the car, walked into the villa he hadn't been to before, and looked around.

The house is very clean, there are soft carpets and sofas everywhere, and there are some messy play equipment in the cabinet. Wei An specially requested this kind of service. In their world, they treat their belongings like this.

He'd have to make it look like someone had lived in chaos for four or five days at a later date, taking unconsumed food in the car and taking it away so no one would notice what was going on in this little corner.

While thinking, Wei An looked at the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and lockers, and checked what was in stock. It was dinner time.

When he returned to the living room, he saw Gui Ling walking in. Wei An smiled at him and said, "I'll make dinner."

Wei An cooked porridge, fried pancakes, and served them with some side dishes.

A table of dishes is full of color, fragrance, and nutrition, which reflects his first-class cooking skills.

Wei An knows how to cook because it is a common standard of "a good life". The Qin family did not require him to have this skill. He learned how to survive as a person through the language of this magazine and advertisements.

Some disastrous news was playing in the terminal, Wei An was humming a brisk song, and his cooking movements were elegant and agile.

The smell of the food came out quickly, and Gui Ling helped him pass the food at the beginning, but he really couldn't help with this matter, Wei An felt that his cooking skills were top-notch and only reached the level of instant noodles.

So while he was cooking, Guiling sat next to him and looked at his mobile phone. He didn't know if he was playing games, adjusting the contract, or studying the chaotic data problem of the spaceship after thousands of years of separation in the T Ward, so as to help him survive.

He found that he didn't care too much, he just wanted to make a good meal, and hoped that Gui Ling would like to eat it.

When Wei An was in the car before, he scanned the major news events of the past few days.

He received a lot of messages from friends, most of them were asking how he enjoyed the past few days, some inexplicable limited-level tutorial resources on how to destroy people's will, and a few discussing recent important events in Taoyuan, anyway, it's nothing to glance at good thing.

The chaos in Taoyuan became more and more serious. Three days ago, there was a large-scale plant mutation in a place called Ancheng. The trees were deformed, and the roots mutated into many twisted and screaming human limbs, stretching upwards to escape.

Now the whole area is full of these things, and at first glance it looks like a hell city.

In the latest news, human genes were also detected in the trees, and I don't know how they got in.

Many people fled the city, and relevant investigative departments and media gathered here, but the management was struggling. People from some extreme sects in Taoyuan gathered in the past, and the whole city was in a mess, as if returning to the dark age for a short time.

There was another murder case yesterday, and some people are talking about martial law.

Discussions about ancient civilizations in Taoyuan have reached an unprecedented level. The platform began to broadcast an interview with a person in charge of the Provincial Museum, popularizing some ancient "magic tools".

The word Wei An is disgusting just to hear it, and there is no corresponding word in ancient civilizations. It was created by humans themselves during the Great Dark Age.

Since ancient times, certain organizations have had the custom of making a part of the human body into a sacrificial object. The death process of these people is extremely terrible, cruel and long. Those who think that this can express enough piety are the "best materials".

The bones of these victims are of course useless, but the custom is widespread, with a dictionary-like set of rules, a common ritual and control.

Gui Ling raised his head and glanced at the screen. The introduction said that the first "effective magic weapon" flowed from Wusen.

Wusen was a large-scale slavery empire back then, and it was extremely fanatical. It conducted a lot of extreme, lengthy, and barbaric experiments, and mastered this terrifying technology.

A power user at that time could always travel to a certain sunken land during his lifetime, where there were countless screaming and wailing creatures, like a corner of hell, and he could drag some of them into the real world.

This person was later smelted by Wu Sen as a magic weapon to make a sacrificial altar. In the shadow cast by it, the vegetation would mutate strangely. He and his power were fixed in this altar forever, deep in hell. The soul of the soul is still being summoned, trying to escape through it, this is one of the most bloody and weird magic tools of the Great Dark Age.

In Wusen's huge experimental system, the most mysterious part of the super user's body was indeed forcibly opened, and its final barrier was crushed to squeeze out the transcendent power, which became the handle in the hands of the crazy royal family.

Then the person in charge of the museum began to talk about this cruel production method, how much human life and resources were paid for each piece, and what kind of specific price this represented.

Gui Ling lowered his head, they didn't speak, they ate quietly.

The terrifying sound of the news echoed around, and it was the distant real world.

Wei An dragged the cake over and said to Guiling, "Try this, I added double the filling."

Gui Ling took it and ate it in silence, Wei An rested his chin to watch him eat.

Gui Ling stopped eating for a moment, and said, "You don't have to keep staring at me, I don't know how to run."

"Well, I know," Wei An said, "you have nowhere to go."

He touched Gui Ling's fallen strand of hair, but he didn't move.

"I don't mean anything else by touching you," Wei An said, "it's just..."

He didn't know what to say, he had no words, his reserves in this regard were empty.

"I'll make sure you're okay, you let me... touch me once in a while," he said, "I don't do anything else."

Gui Ling looked at him, those were a pair of dull and heavy pupils, as if all the brilliance had disappeared, it was something that was worn away and destroyed, this was their attitude towards the "god", he was so important , and is just an object that is constantly being accessed.

Wei An didn't know what he saw in his own eyes, he couldn't decipher such things, he only knew what his own thoughts were, he had a lot of knowledge about possessiveness and desire for complete control.

He said he wanted to get married, but he didn't want sex or anything—actually he found that kind of disgusting—he never knew what he wanted, but he could vaguely feel it now.

This is a desire with no value for money, he just wants this little narrow and stable space, and guards it quietly.

It doesn't have to be a beautiful big house, a car, a tent, next to the corpses of a sinking city...it will do.Anywhere is fine, he can have nothing.

All he wants is this space, where he can finally exist, breathe, and really have something.

He stroked Gui Ling's hair with his fingers, pressed the skin with his fingertips, very carefully, he lifted his chin, feeling that his actions were indeed abnormal.

"You should eat more of this fish porridge," he told him in as soft a tone as possible, "this time it's especially good."

"Okay." Gui Ling said.

Wei An tried his best to withdraw his hand and watched the other party continue to eat dinner.

Gui Ling seemed to like it quite a bit, and he took care of his share very well.

Wei An was satisfied and felt that his wealth had reached the pinnacle of his life.