Waste Strong Foundation

The lamps on the street corners are very old, and the orange light is as weak as beans, which can only be seen on the andrology advertisements posted on the lampposts.

The boy took out a tissue from his bag and wiped the scissors and the blood under his nails. While weeping and sniffing his nose, he looked back nervously, for fear of being caught up.

Diagonally opposite the park was the Municipal Maternal and Child Health Hospital, only the stairwell of the inpatient department was lit—suddenly extinguished by the shadow of a tree.

Every minute of every day new life comes into this world.

The boy stopped Piaoyuan's thoughts and shivered.

It's all here, the most important thing is, where can he go back.

"You fucking!" Hu Yang jumped out of the shadows clutching his stomach, "Be honest, report the phone number of your parents to me, and I won't fight with your children. But if you dare to move again, my brother will do it for real." Come on, don’t regret it until you’re beaten all over the place looking for your teeth!”

Hu Yang clasped his hands and tightly pressed the wound on his stomach, his head was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and he cursed bad luck in his heart.

Does the Maternal and Child Health Hospital have an emergency department?Do you need a tetanus in your own situation?

If it weren't for the unlucky look of this kid curled up on the high-speed rail seat, a bit like when his younger brother was lawless in high school, he wouldn't be too lazy to meddle in his business and get off the train temporarily!Originally, I was thinking of staying in a hotel as soon as possible, and playing "Trash" online for a while...

"Trash?" The young man's confused eyes changed when he heard the young man mutter the last two words unconsciously.

[The official website says that the gist of "Waste" is that no one is really a waste. ]

[The concept itself is hilariously contradictory.You think about it carefully. ]

[The production team is making money every day——Why do you believe the nonsense of planning F!This kind of game money begets money, how could it not make money! ]

[They claim to be superior, and the players and fans they attract also feel good about themselves. In turn, who are they laughing at? ]

[It's poor people like you and me. ]

[I am overseas, and many things are inconvenient.And you?Oh, forget it. ]

[The girl you like is chasing the live broadcast of "Trash", right?Normally, they like rich "successful people". ]

[I think, before you die, you have to do something to repay this disgusting society and the disgusting "Trash" production team! ]

[And you?How are you? ]

The cold and snake-like chatting voice expanded infinitely in the boy's mind, and finally rushed out of his immature and feminine facial features.

He's trash, he doesn't like school, well, he admits it.

But those ugly and fat male anchors, male UPs who dare to show their faces, and this idiot who sells saw blades, what are they capable of!

Why is he despised for having nothing, while many trash who should be like him enjoy the pursuit openly!

The boy opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily.

Jealousy, resentment, anger, shame, low self-esteem, helplessness...

All the pain he thought 18 years had overwhelmed his reverence for the law.

Hu Yang was completely unaware of "stimulating hatred", and shouted to call the police to call 120, reluctantly freeing his left hand to touch the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

There are many mosquitoes in the wild, biting his calves and cheeks desperately.He was hot and cold all over, and his strength slipped away from the soles of his feet little by little.

Afraid of "confessing" here and feeling sorry for his parents and Wu Yinger's girlfriend, Hu Yang couldn't help feeling flustered——

Snapped.

The phone screen was torn apart, with a little blood on the corners.

The boy grasped the handles of the gardener's shears and panted, his eyes radiating a frightening cold light.

He decided to commit suicide tonight, and decided to commit crimes and set fire to destroy F's hard work with his useless life that was despised and humiliated by planner F.

Netizens who have never met before are right.

There is no game that can be tested publicly after being involved in a major criminal case.

"Fuck!" Lu Zhong in the middle of the night, the drunk man lying on a chair outside the park gate playing poker cursed vaguely.

The young man quickly calmed down, left the seriously injured and unconscious Populus euphratica, and strode back to the park to unlock the back door.

Gasoline and other foam-like flammables should still be hidden in the park's disused public toilets.

It's almost dawn, come on!quick!

fast!

He tremblingly opened the lock, but the door still couldn't be pushed when the lock was unlocked. He couldn't help but suspect that someone behind the door was holding something like a vacuum cleaner to compete with him.

A short laugh.

Populus euphratica's cell phone and plastic bag with saw blades were picked up.

The footsteps were light and light, as if soaked in the snow, the guests from different time and space stepped on the dim light and walked behind the boy.

The boy swallowed sharply.

He felt that all his memories and thoughts were being searched randomly by one hand, and he turned his head slowly.

The gray cane stretched out golden and soft vines smelling the smell of blood.

Ten oracle bone inscriptions A, B, C, D... Ren, Gui, etc. float up and down in a spiral staircase, surrounding the young man standing in the center.

The young man stood still with one hand in his pocket, with a thin body, a white cloak draped over his shoulders, his jet-black pupils reflected interest, and his brows and eyes looked a little sleepy.

The boy was shocked and blurted out: "Fei Mingqiu!"

How could the NPC in the game appear in front of him!This is a nightmare!

Fei Mingqiu let out a groan, and tentatively threw the heavy saw blade and broken cell phone into the sky.

The oracle bone inscriptions around the front and back of the body shone with golden light, and then evolved into hands with light golden knuckles and slender knuckles.

Dozens of hands spread out like coral bushes, catching saw blades and mobile phones respectively and dragging everything into the sky gate in other dimensions.

The teenager was petrified.

Fei Mingqiu glanced at Hu Yang lying at the corner with a headache, and asked, "What do you think?"

The boy was really scared, his knees and ankles fell down involuntarily, he gritted his teeth and forcibly turned around to open the door, and ran into the park with a dull head.

Fei Mingqiu: "Wait - tsk, look."

It is not a vacuum cleaner that pulls the back door, but the vast sea of ​​clouds at Tianmen.

Of course, in view of Fei Mingqiu's current rich composition of divine power, the fantasy world occasionally changes to Penglai in the East China Sea and the haunted mansion.

The young man didn't bring it up in one breath, and was frightened by the magical scene he saw with his own eyes, so he doubted his life.

Seeing the ghost mother who lay in the coffin and made a villain for Fenghuang staring at him, and seeing the little ghost wearing rotten human skin smiling at him and the livestock eating flesh and blood, the young man was so frightened that he lost all strength to escape. He closed his eyes and yelled, "Ah!"

The drunk man playing poker raised his head and cursed: "Who the hell doesn't stop in the middle of the night! Looking for a beating!"

"Hush." ​​Fei Mingqiu leaned over him and closed the door again, "Are you looking for a plan? I'm right here, don't go into the park."

The boy was even more frightened when he heard this, he shook his head and fell to the ground, and said incoherently next to the door panel: "I, I didn't..."

Fei Mingqiu: "Although I don't know what you think, "Trash" is indeed very important to me."

The boy was frightened, "I, I..."

His mind was full of horror images in the ghost mansion, and when he closed his eyes, he remembered the bright red coffin of the ghost mother, so he could only repeat this word desperately.

Fei Mingqiu lightly massaged the left temple of his forehead, using the mind-reading ability he had just learned unskillfully.

This supernatural power is actually more useful than he imagined.

As long as there is a large gap in divinity between the two, not only can you see all of a person's past and fears, but you can also modify the other person's thoughts at will.

Even the character constructed by memory and language.

No wonder the old priest repeatedly asked him to use it with caution.

The light golden fingers penetrated the boy's brain and limbs, gently and forcefully crushing the hostility and certain memories in the boy's heart.

The summer wind blows through the city at three o'clock in the morning.

The young man woke up like a dream, staring blankly at his blood-stained hoodie, and then at the nurse who asked impatiently who he was from the patient's family.

"Family? What family?" His eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was hesitant and ignorant like a five-year-old child.

The nurse choked, changed her tone, and said softly, "Little classmate, it was you who called our hospital's emergency number, don't you remember?"

Boy: "I, I... Sister, what is a phone? What is this place?"

The nurse raised her eyebrows with a strange expression, "Uh, wait a minute, don't run around, I'll get you something to eat."

……

Fei Mingqiu opened his eyes.

On hand are ten saw blades and a broken cell phone.

He doesn't have much curiosity about the player's world.

However, it seems that some modern products can really be "smooth" through the player's touch.

Good for future infrastructure.

Why he appeared in modern times and why he was able to violently tamper with the character of the young radical newspaper is a long story.

Four hours ago, he met a priest of the Xia family and asked him how to alleviate the sleepiness caused by Tianmen's advanced stage and one-thought hundred-response.

The old priest is a direct descendant of the Yellow Emperor, with half-human and half-god blood flowing from his body.

Hearing that Fei Mingqiu had reached the eighth Xin level, the old priest was surprised and knocked over half a bowl of cinnabar, "Is this really true?"

The old priest was older than Gun's father, propping his hands on his knees and looking out at the rain outside the window, he said in a hoarse voice:

"In my life, I have seen many heroes who insist on competing with the gods, but I have never seen you like this.

"I will teach you the method of controlling one thought, and how to exert all your supernatural powers. - You will never know this one.

"At the same time, if you can advance to the ninth and tenth levels in the future, you must not use the newly added divine power and new magical powers...

"The reason? Hehe, I saw your soul."

Fei Mingqiu was slightly startled, "My soul?"

The old priest nodded slowly, and looked at the young man's face with pity and kindness, "I followed my father to Kunlun to find the relics of the gods. Your soul has the smell of the top of Kunlun Mountain, and it may be the blood of a certain god in Kunlun. Fei , you will advance to the tenth step in the future, and you will be able to see the legendary God's Domain, but that is the beginning of the danger. Please listen to me, and I will ask you something quietly."

……

One thought and one answer can not only constrain the player's thoughts, but also establish a special direct connection through frequent constraints.

However, at present, he can only appear near the time-space anchor that Alpha chooses to keep - People's Park.

Fei Mingqiu and the priest returned to the carriage separately. He just wanted to try what he had gained tonight, so he found the player Li Xiaoming who was the first to contact him.

The result - go see the situation of Populus euphratica and the little troll tomorrow?