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"I'm going to curse that bastard who stole my money!"

Wen Luan patted the steering wheel angrily, and the few steel coins in his pocket were missing. He was short of these pennies for lunch, and the hamburger clerk in the strict highway service area refused to provide him with a bacon sandwich.

"The suspicious guys I met today... seem to be only the three travelers from the morning." Wen Luan twisted his neck, thinking suspiciously.

But those three people never got close to him.

Could it be that they are the legendary superpowers, fetching things with the power of mind?Just to steal a few coins?

"Haha, this is so funny!" Wen Luan said to himself, "I would rather believe that they are zombies in the movie, look, the desolate road, the suspicious guy who stopped the bus, his face was blue and his expression was stiff, this is not the best The beginning of the zombie movie?"

It was evening, and the bus was on its way back. There were only two young people on the bus who had gone out to have fun yesterday. They were lying on their backs in the back seat and sleeping soundly. They didn't care about the bumps and vibrations.

When passing by the place where the car was stopped in the morning, Wen Luan couldn't help but look carefully at the side of the road.

The jeep was gone, but the sign that said Meteorite Town was tilted, and there was still a person lying underneath.

"Chila—" the bus slammed to the brakes.

Wen Luan stuck his head out of the car window and looked back. He had good eyesight and recognized him immediately.

"My God, Papa Suta! What's the matter with you?"

The two passengers in the back seat who were thrown to the ground jumped up angrily. When they heard Wen Luan's shout, they also opened the window. The two tall and strong young men saw Suta's father lying on the side of the road. His jaw almost dropped in shock.

Because not only Papa Suta was lying on the ground, but also the priest in the church in the town and the teachers in the school, lying all over the ground from the road to the broad-leaved forest.

What was even more frightening was that both sides of the road ahead had turned into steep cliffs, and dozens of large pits appeared out of thin air.

"Oh, God!"

Wen Luan couldn't believe his eyes.

He and two passengers hurriedly carried the person lying on the ground back to the car.

"Hey, dear boy, can you believe it, just this morning, a super big hailstorm suddenly fell..." Father Suta raised his hand weakly, with a pair of small eyes rolling around on his dry face, Staring at Wen Luan, panting desperately, "The few of us happened to be walking outside the town, and before we had time to run home, we ran to this forest! God bless us and wait for rescue."

Wen Luan looked at the big potholes on both sides of the road.

Has anyone seen a hailstone 30 meters in diameter?Can the broad-leaved forest be stopped if it is smashed down?

Papa Suta didn't catch his breath and fainted.

Wen Luan shook his head, probably the old man was frightened and confused.

He turned around and carried the second unfortunate "victim". This is the old priest of the church in the town. He was knowledgeable and respected, but at the moment he was covered in mud and his front teeth were broken. He said weakly, "Be pious to God." My child, do you believe it? Just this morning, a meteor shower suddenly came..."

"..."

Wen Luan almost threw this respected priest into the pit beside the road!

Is bullying Orientals easy to cheat?What's wrong with such a clumsy lie?

He really wanted to grab the old priest, shake him and shout a few times, but the exhausted priest gasped like a bellows, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

At this moment, the third victim, who was carried into the car by two passengers, came. He struggled to grab Wen Luan's hand, and said sadly, "My loyal friend, can you believe it? There was a tornado..."

"Crack!" The two passengers rudely gagged the guy's mouth.

It's a pity that there was a fourth victim. He swayed and leaned against the car door. He tidied up his muddy collar and cuffs, sighed a long time, and looked at the car with sympathetic eyes. people.

"Unfortunately, can you believe it? Just this morning—"

"How could I believe it?" Wen Luan roared angrily, this feeling of being completely fooled was too absurd.

"UFO! Really, a UFO is coming, it emits a light blue light!" The fourth victim looked at the person lying in the bus with a little panic and pity, and pointed at the person behind him. , "They are not normal after being irradiated by the light! God, how could this happen! I never believed in UFOs before!" He lowered his head heavily, and put his hands into his hair anxiously.

"..."

Wen Luan looked around stiffly.

It seems, it seems, possible, and only aliens can cause such destructive effects!

——In the event of absurd accidents, people still tend to trust familiar people emotionally.

Wen Luan has lived in the town for 20 years. He has been here as long as he can remember. He knows these people very well.They had no reason to deceive him, and they had no ability to create such a horrible scene.

"This must be a nightmare!" Wen Luan thought in a daze.

The other victims were also carried onto the vehicle one after another.

Then two tall young men working hard secretly cast admiring gazes at the fourth victim. While Wen Luan was in a trance, they whispered, "Your Excellency, you are truly amazing! Lies are indeed the talent of blood races."

Look at the poor excuses of the dark wizards and their fellow orcs!Compare the effect!

"But what happened?"

"Something...appeared." The Grand Duke of the Blood Race said vaguely, "But when it was chased out, the breath of this thing disappeared again, and we all suspected that one of them had quietly taken it away."

So the dark creatures fought.

"Sit down, it's time to drive, we're going back to town!"

Wen Luan stepped on the gas pedal subconsciously, and the bus bumped suddenly. He saw the huge potholes on both sides of the road with a depth of several hundred meters and the half-suspended road in front of him, his pupils constricted in horror.

At this moment, he froze suddenly, and slowly fell on the steering wheel.

The bus is still miraculously driving on the road, but it has become much smoother.

The big potholes on both sides of the road were quickly filled, the broken trees grew again, and the scorched road surface returned to its original potholes.

When the wind blows, the dust is flying, and the crooked sign of Meteorite Town still stands on the deserted road.

Except for the injured "victims" in the bus, it was as if nothing had happened.

Meteorite Town is not big, it is full of gray masonry buildings, there are only more than 300 people in the town, and the bell of evening prayer is heard from the church.

Wen Luan seemed to be awakened by the sound of a bell. He raised his head suddenly and found that the front of the car was about to hit the signboard of a barber shop. He turned the steering wheel sharply and rubbed his eyes tiredly. At the same time, all the passengers in the car disappeared.

Wen Luan parked the bus on the square in front of the church, yawned and got off the bus.

The turbulent day is over again, and the town bus runs every three days, so he can have a good rest.

The bus is the mayor's private property, and Wen Luan is only responsible for driving it out and back.

Wen Luan wandered out of the square and went to the tavern to have dinner. He had completely forgotten everything that happened today. Shaking his head along with the noisy townspeople.

"So old! There are so many able young men in this town! May God bless him."

"Hey, I heard that Papa Suta also had an accident today, and his gun went off!"

"Oh!" The townspeople in the tavern collectively gasped, what a pity.

Wen Luan touched his stomach, feeling very hungry today.

Strange, didn't he eat a bacon sandwich for lunch today?

The dinner cost a little more than usual. After drinking the last glass of beer, Wen Luan left the tavern. It was dark. He put his hand in his pocket, and suddenly felt a hard object in his pocket.

"what is this?"

A large brass key with rust on it.

"Strange, where did this come from?" Wen Luan held the key, a shadow of a vulture vaguely appeared in his mind, and there were some flashing fragments, but the speed was too fast, and he couldn't remember anything .

Well, this key looks a bit like an antique. It might be worth a lot.

Wen Luan patted his pocket indiscriminately.

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That night, Wen Luan was sleeping soundly in his low and ordinary house, when the keys he put in his coat pocket suddenly floated out automatically, and layers of black devil runes appeared.

Like the chirping sound of electric current leaking, dozens of terrifying spatial cracks suddenly appeared in the room.

The mottled wallpaper was ripped in first.

At the same time that the dark creatures in the town woke up, these spatial rifts had already closed into the big mouth of an invisible beast, swallowing Wen Luan, who was soundly asleep, including the bed and him in one gulp.

"Chuck."

The brass key fell to the ground alone.