Immortal Sword Master

Wen Shenmin opened his eyes wide, and there were no extra scars on his body, just the palms of his hands, and his throat, which were completely nailed by five spikes. ??

The blood seemed to bleed for a long time. Some places have dried up.

Wen Shenmin twitched with every movement, and the breath kept flowing out of his throat.

In fact, he is dead, this is just the last muscle and nerve reflex of body function.

Yang Songyu was trembling, she was terrified and wanted to escape from this ghost place, but she knew very well that the space here was isolated from the outside world, and she could n’t really leave without cracking it.

"teacher..."

Holding back her fear, she stepped forward and touched Wen Shenmin.

But no accident, the throat was nailed and blood flowed so much that as long as normal people had to die.

"Are you in again?"

Suddenly a clear, tired woman's voice rang behind Yang Songyu.

"Who !?" Yang Song turned abruptly, and now she is simply a bird of surprise, if the wind and grass move slightly, her nerves will rebound sharply.

A smartly dressed short woman with white bandages on her hands was standing a few meters behind her.

The woman had a neat brown short, wearing a white shirt and black jacket, skinny pale white high-waist jeans, highlighting her long legs. Two kitchen knives similar to kitchen utensils are tied on both sides of the calf.

"Don't be nervous, I'm the same as you, the survivor here." The woman smiled bitterly, reaching out and pressing down, trying to calm Yang Song's voice a little quietly.

Yang Songyu stared at her.

Slowly lower your hand wrapped in silver metal.

Suddenly she dropped her head suddenly, panting heavily. Sweat dripped down her horns and chin.

"This is the third floor. After a person has died, it should not happen in a short time, it is safe."

The woman's tone was full of exhaustion and helplessness.

She slowly walked to Yang Songyu, sitting directly on the ground with one butt, regardless of Wen Shenmin's body lying on the bed.

"Is he able to?"

"Ok...."

Yang Songyu nodded gently. At this moment, her pupils tightened, and the whole person was in a state of tension.

Even if this woman behaves harmlessly and seems to be a survivor like her, she will never take it lightly.

"My name is Enna. It's been a while since I came here." The woman didn't look ugly, and her face was able to play sixty minutes in ordinary people, but her blood was so embarrassed as a refugee.

"We just came in less than two hours ...." Yang Song breathed deeply, trying to quiet himself.

Mr. Wen is dead, so Enzo is probably fierce. In this desperate situation, I don't even know what I'm facing.

And myself, just an ordinary future graduate who has not yet graduated.

"Good."

Enna smiled hard.

"As long as you don't disobey its orders, it's easy to survive here."

Her smile was reluctant, just like someone who has been in fear for a long time, trying to comfort others and pulling her mouth.

"It? Who is it? Are we safe now?"

Yang Song could not help but whisper.

"It's safe time, don't worry." Enna affirmed her guess.

"As for it ... we can go out and talk about it carefully."

"After going out? What do you mean?"

Yang Song said for a moment.

"Literally."

Enna took two kitchen knives from her lap and threw them aside.

"This thing is no longer needed. This time it should be because of an accident. The safety time has started earlier.

Leaving soon, you pay attention. My phone is 24461562. If it is a field area, remember to add o in front. "

"Wait, you ..." Yang Song didn't finish his words, and there was a sudden rotation in front of him.

Everything in front of her seemed to be thrown together and mixed with countless color spices.

With countless color lines and patterns, she could see her head faint, and soon could not help closing her eyes.

"Whisper? Whisper?"

Someone seems to be pushing her.

Yang Song suddenly opened his eyes.

She is standing in front of the gate of the source energy bureau of Yongxing City.

Wen Shenmin and Enzo were right in front of her, both of them looked at her with different colors.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Whisper."

Wen Shenmin whispered.

Yang Songyu turned back suddenly, staring at Wen Shenmin with his eyes wide open.

He ... isn't he dead? !!

And Enzo!

She looked at the timid boy suddenly, her eyes burning, and the boy was shocked.

"Little sister ... you ... what do you think I do?"

Enzo shrank, feeling a bit hairy.

"No ... it's all right." Yang Song said a moment of silence, and suddenly said something inexplicably.

"Are you all right? Whisper." Wen Shenmin frowned and asked again.

"It's all right." Yang Song reluctantly squeezed a smile.

But everything that just went through seemed to be vivid, and she was truly imaginary.

She even now clearly remembers the woman named Enna, giving herself a phone number.

That number is like it's engraved in your mind, you can't forget it.

"It's okay. After we patrolled the suspicious location last night, you have been absent-minded, haven't you taken a good rest? If it may affect the work task, you must raise it in advance."

Wen Shenmin urged.

It seems that he is the original Wen Shenmin, not someone else.

Whether it is his tone, attitude, or some small details and movements on his body. All show that he is himself.

In the same way, Enzo on one side is the same.

Yang Songyu asked him a few things about his previous life, and he responded eloquently.

This made her slightly relieved.

Entered the Bureau of Energy Resources, except for the original envoys and assistants, the rest were logistic and intelligence personnel.

And the amount of money allocated each year is similar to that of the police station.

Good welfare, easy work, and high social status. Such a job is a good place for almost everyone to sharpen their heads.

Soon after Yang Songwen and Wen Shenmin separated, they sat directly in their seats, absently looking at some intelligence files on the table.

Looking at the landline telephones on the desk, the white and yellow landline keyboards, the numbers above them are very clear.

Suddenly Yang Song's mind reappeared with the string of numbers he remembered before.

Spooky, she reached for her microphone and hesitated.

The finger still pressed the phone in memory.

Its daybreak.

Lin Xin stood in front of the city gate and looked at a note in his hand inexplicably.

Just now he was still happy to destroy the load-bearing wall that destroyed that weird city.

The next second he went directly to the day and to the gate of the city.

The surrounding people were full of enthusiasm, and there were a lot of people going in and out of the city.

The dazzling hot sunlight fell from overhead. From night to day, there is no contradiction.

"Is this ... have driven me out?"

He was a little upset.

He originally intended that as long as he smashed all the way up to the third floor, he might be able to reveal some anomalies and truths.

But now, the other party sent him directly. The next time you want to get a clue, it won't be so easy.

"But ... there are ready-made clues."

Lin Xin looked up and glanced at the name of the big city in front of him.

‘Red Home’

This is the name of the city.

Lin Xin carefully observed the door of the city.

Walked around this three-story old building.

Behind the building, there is a gatekeeper room in a residential area. Soon he found a place he might know.

Inside the doorman, an old man with a wrinkled face and a balding top wearing a security suit was holding the radio in his hand to tune the channel carefully.

There seems to be something wrong with the radio volume.

From time to time he would pass his ears and listen carefully.

Lin Xin glanced at the yellow mark between the old man's fingers, turned around and bought a packet of plum cigarettes at the shop next to him.

Go directly to the door of the doorman's room and knock gently.

"Anything? Epigenetic?"

The old man still had a good hearing and turned to look at Lin Xin.

"Uncle asked for something. It's about this red home city."

Lin Xin gently pushed the plum blossom cigarettes he bought to the table near Uncle.

The uncle looked at the cigarette, his face calmed down slightly.

"What's the matter, you ask, my **** has been here for forty years and I know everything about it.

Inquire about the news, you are the right person! "

Lin Xin showed a harmless smile.

"It's such an uncle. I want to ask, hasn't any major event happened in this red home city?"

"event?"

"Well, things like homicides, accidents, etc." Lin Xin narrowed down specifically.

"Oh this. There were many people asking me about this before." The boss had no choice but to sell it to other people if the business couldn't continue.

The boss who took over renovated the place to make it look like this, and the business gradually improved. "

"What happened? What happened?"

Lin Xin questioned.

"Law for life."

The old man was lazy.

"Can you tell me what the lawsuit is?" Lin Xin keenly felt that there was a play in it.

The old man glanced at him.

"I heard that a child died in it, but I don't know the specific reason. Many people came at the time.

Police, white uniforms, black uniforms, bits and pieces, and a lot of media, but it's strange at the back, then there is no multimedia news. "

"Is that so?" Lin Xin changed his angle a few more times ~ www.readwn.com ~ Ask the old man if there are any other major issues.

The old man answered very positively that there was only one thing, which was considered a life-threatening event.

This made Lin Xin very confused.

If it were just the ghost of an ordinary child after death, it would not be possible to have such a great power to separate a place and time to isolate everything.

Not to mention sending in and out such a powerful being in an instant.

You need to know that the greater the quality and the higher the energy level of the transmission of a thing, the greater the consumption required.

This is like a conveyor belt. Putting a pound of things on it is naturally a breeze.

Put a hundred tons of things up, for fear that the conveyor belt will be crushed and crushed.

The gap between Lin Xin and ordinary people is even greater than a pound and a hundred tons.

That's why Lin Xin was curious and interested in how the other side transmitted himself. (To be continued.) 8