System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

【3. Molecules make up matter, and the environment determines the direction of human growth. Then when I bomb the book, I will be surrounded by intellectuals】

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PS2: Recommend a book~

In this world, the power of capital is expanding rapidly, darkness and blood are intertwined, classes are solidified, and financial groups control everything.

Fu Jinyu, the eldest lady of the consortium standing at the top of the world, was born to control the fate of countless people.

The android army, the mechanical hound team, the city administration... She has countless minions under her seat, and what people fear most is to be walked down the street in the middle of the night when someone says "Hello, Miss."

But one day, Miss Fu foresees a certain future.

Outsiders claiming to be players gather in Yuncheng to help a man and woman form a rebel army to overthrow her rule.

Fu Jinyu finds it interesting and intends to join the rebel team.

But she didn't expect that these "players" would call his wife directly when they saw her, treating her as a weak, pitiful and innocent ordinary girl?

It wasn't until these people finally tried their best to infiltrate Shangcheng that they finally found out...

The petite girl who they regard as "poor", "sister" and "wife" sits on the gorgeous throne piled up with money and blood, her tone is calm but makes people tremble:

"You still have a chance now to go back and be law-abiding and orderly citizens."

"What are we going to do?" the players asked boldly.

The girl's tone remained the same, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"Kneel down and be my dog."

"I, Miss Villain, Not Your Wife"

Chapter 389 Chapter 350 The third person courting death (4000 word chapter)

Anton's Tower, Outer Ring District, 13th Street.

A woman of medium build is walking briskly with her head bowed.

Her expression was a bit strange, although the corners of her mouth were raised, but there was a trace of nervousness and anxiety.

But generally speaking, she still seems to be in a rather excited state now.

Soon, she stopped in front of a tavern, looked up at the signboard of the tavern to confirm, pushed the door open and walked in.

At this time, the tavern did not have the noisy and joyful scene before the black mist covered it. Although there were still quite a lot of people, most of them were sitting around and drinking on their own.

A female waiter at the bar noticed her coming and greeted her, "Morning...but it seems to be good evening? Boss Curtis."

"Hey, Curtis."

"Any good news today?"

"Damn... I'm going to have enough of the low air pressure here, and I'll just go straight to the inner ring of the Central Ring."

"..."

Listening to the chats of the guests in the tavern, even without listening to the content, just listening to the tone can feel the depression of the current atmosphere.

Most of the people in this tavern are people in the same situation as Curtis.

Those who don't quite agree with the cult's ideas and atmosphere, but are afraid to leave Anton's Tower because of the black mist and various horror rumors.

Because in the news they got, the outside world basically belonged to the kind of people who were in dire straits.

In addition, due to production capacity problems, many information dissemination channels have stopped working, and it is even more difficult to obtain new news in places such as Anton's Tower, which is far away from other major cities.

In this case, they can only be forced to accept some information conveyed by Anton.

Even if people from the outside world occasionally come to Anton's Tower, they can't bring any good news.

As the days passed, the atmosphere here became more and more depressed day by day.

Originally, Curtis had the same thoughts as them, but Curtis was different from them.

She was already looking for the new transcendent who came to Anton's Tower in the outer ring area, and just now, she finally got good news from a powerful transcendent whose strength was unknown.

"Maybe the outside world is not as pessimistic as you think?" Originally Curtis wanted to make a fool of himself, but the uncontrollable smile on his face was still visible to others.

"Boss? Do you have news from outside?" The female bartender at the bar immediately saw that Curtis was in a bad mood.

In the past, when Curtis came back, his face was more or less exhausted or disappointed, but today it was different, she was actually smiling?

Thinking back to what Curtis said just now, it is easy to guess why.

She must have got some news.

After hearing what the female bartender said, other people in the tavern also raised their heads and looked in Curtis' direction.

They were all waiting for her answer.

Seeing so many pairs of eyes staring at him at the same time, Curtis was too embarrassed to keep playing tricks.

She coughed, cleared her throat slightly, and said:

"I really inquired about the news outside, from the mouth of an extraordinary person who just came today."

When he said this, Curtis suddenly hesitated.

She just remembered that she didn't even ask the name of that lord clearly, which made her words seem to have no gold content.

Even if others say she made it up, she can't seem to find any reason to refute it.

"What did she say?" A guest knocked on the table with his wine glass and asked eagerly, "Don't talk halfway."

Curtis pursed her lips, and now she couldn't even speak.

"She said that there is already a place to restore light outside," Curtis said seriously after looking around at the people in the tavern, "and there is more than one place."

"where?"

"Where?"

"The light has been restored? Are you sure?"

"Didn't Anton say that the black fog cannot be dispelled?"

"..."

The discussions in the tavern gradually started to become noisy again.

"In Suramar," Curtis increased the volume a little and suppressed their voices, "Suramar of Great Saya."

"Suramar? The 'City of Gold Coins'?"

"Isn't that where the church is entrenched?"

"Suramar is not a small town. Why didn't there be news when they replied to the light?"

"Yes, why is there no news?"

Everyone quickly raised their own doubts about this information.

Because according to the church's pissing nature, whenever they do something good, they will definitely publicize it overwhelmingly.

However, they have never heard of this news until now, nor have they heard any news from other extraordinary people who came to Anton City, which is a bit confusing.

At this time, the female bartender stood up, and she said, "Is there such a possibility... that Anton blocked the news?"

"Impossible, right? Anton City has always been free to enter and exit, how to block it?"

"That's right, there are many transcendents from other places. That, Yaheng, didn't you just come from Saint Ke?"

At this time, the people present turned their attention to Yaheng again.

The one named Yaheng was a superhuman with white hair, completely bald, who looked almost 70 years old.

After being called by name, Yaheng raised his head, frowning and looking around, his eyes stayed on Curtis.

"Sorry, I really haven't heard of any signs of recovery in Dazaya," Yaheng looked at Curtis and asked calmly, "Where is the Transcendent who told you the news? Where is it?"

Without giving Curtis time to react, Ahen asked a few more questions: "What's his name? How can he prove that he came from Suramar? How can he prove that Suramar has returned to normal?" gone?"

"Anyway, as far as I know, the outside world was in chaos before I came here... Although I understand your feelings, I really don't want to hear you continue to talk about these unfounded things. "

After Yaheng finished speaking, he looked at Curtis calmly, as if waiting for her answer.

Everyone present also looked at Curtis.But Curtis stopped where he was, unable to say anything to refute.

"She...is a very powerful transcendent, she has no reason to lie to me..." After waiting for a long time, Curtis could only hold back this sentence from his mouth.

"Hehe...can you have the right to speak if you are strong? Then I might as well go to Anton..." After Yaheng finished speaking, he shook his head and stood up, "I hope you Before you say these words next time, you can think about it."

After leaving these words, Yaheng left the tavern.

Everyone present could see that the foreigner, Yaheng, who was usually not good at talking and relatively quiet, was really a little angry.

"I'm sorry, I'll go check it out again..." Curtis also felt a little ashamed when the other drinkers looked at him with suspicion, and left in a hurry after saying this tavern.

After walking outside the tavern, Curtis hurriedly walked with his head down, but he didn't know what the purpose was.

What she didn't expect was that the news she thought she had found would be met with so much suspicion from other people.

Curtis also knew that there was no evidence for what the Transcendent said.

But she thought that those in the tavern who hadn't joined the cult would think the same as her, they all wanted to leave to find the light, but they just lacked an excuse.

But now that the "excuse" came, others began to choose to escape.

This was something Curtis didn't expect.

What Curtis didn't know was that when she was walking aimlessly on the street, several people followed behind her.

"Where did she get the news? Ahen."

"I heard it's from a new transcendent... Forget it, let's kill her first, she knows too much. For the mother god."