The wizard is chasing the truth

"My name is Liu Qingzhi, and I am the general manager of Reality **** Company. It is better to work together than to fight alone. No one knows what is going on in this base and what dangers there are."

The middle-aged man said with sincerity on his face, "If it's like some biochemical leak movies, where everyone in the base turns into zombie monsters, then with more of us, we can take better precautions and determine the reason why the base lost contact. ”

"The task does not stipulate that we cannot help each other. Since this is a screening, it is also a judgment on our abilities. Cooperation is also a kind of ability. Only by win-win can we find a way out."

Liu Qingzhi's words really made many people look hesitant on their faces, and some of them were even moved, and gradually came to his side, with him as the leader, preparing to build a win-win mutual aid action meeting.

But not everyone will believe it and listen to him.

Some people made up their minds to fight alone and prepared to enter the base to investigate and search in the carriages for tools that could be used as weapons.

They were still wearing clothes from real life, and they did not have the clothes and equipment suitable for investigators who came to explore the base.

Wang Ya watched all this silently, without any intention of getting involved or speaking.

This mission can be used to understand the rules of the Lord God's Space, so that you can take advantage of it after entering the Lord God's Space.

The physical body is mortal after all, and the power of the true spirit must be used at critical moments, and he will not use the extraordinary system power outside the main god's space.

Only in this way can we penetrate into the enemy's interior more safely.

He seemed very mediocre and low-key, but the trouble would not go away. Two figures were faintly approaching his position. They were tall, with tattoos, and full of gangsterism. They seemed to have a gangster background in reality. In comparison, Wang Ya The figure at this moment is slightly thin.

"I just saw that the guy who disappeared gave you something."

"Take it out, what is it? You don't want to get injured before entering the base." The man with an ugly smile on his face pulled out a knife from his waist, "Or maybe you don't want to complete the mission? Just die here."

Another tall, thin man wearing a black vest, with long hair and a part of a dragon tattoo on his neck, stared at him covertly and blocked part of Wang Ya's retreat.

"well!"

A sigh came from Wang Ya's mouth.

"Boy, what are you sighing for? Do you really want to die? Why don't you hand over your things?" The fat and muscular man became fierce, holding up a knife and preparing to put it against Wang Ya's neck, trying to further threaten him.

But the next moment.

Bang!

The noisy voice suppressed the noise in the carriage, and seemed to be the suppressed calm before the madness.

Blood splattered between his brows, and the fleshy man's brain was so open that the eyeballs in his eye sockets exploded like rotten flesh, and his fat body collapsed straight away.

"Why are you forcing me?"

"It seems that I am really not suitable for being mediocre and low-key." Wang Ya blew the smoke from the muzzle of the Desert Eagle with unlimited bullets, and then sighed: "Then I have no choice but to show off and end this interview screening as soon as possible."

"The company needs good employees, and interview scores are very important,"

The other novice reincarnators looked at Wang Ya with eyes full of fear, which was the fear brought about by the justice in his hands.

When Wang Ya glanced over, everyone took a step or two back.

Some who saw that the situation was not good went directly into the large alloy steel rope elevator at the base.

The leather shoes stepped on the fallen body, without any stain on it. When passing by the tall, thin, long-haired figure who had become sluggish, Wang Ya put the muzzle of the gun against his head.

"Who can tell me to be kind-hearted? I will leave your body intact and go down to accompany your good brother."

Bang!

Another body fell.

The pistol has no name, but Wang Ya gave it a name, called White Pigeon; in addition to the explosive mode, ordinary bullets can also be fired.

"The disappearing leader gave the weapon to that guy. He is going to massacre. Run away."

I don't know who shouted, and a group of new reincarnators ran into the base like a desperation.

Wang Ya followed him into the base with brisk steps.

The recoil of the white pigeon was nothing to him.

His powerful physique has reached the pinnacle among ordinary people and is at the level of an Olympic champion.

"What could be the reason for the base's loss of contact? I hope it's really a biohazard caused by an ordinary underground virus or something like that. It must not be something related to decryption. I don't like the Riddler, let alone the Riddle incident."

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"Use the Arrancar and the most basic rule power to leverage the more powerful rule power fragments to determine how many units the complete rule power is composed of and what conditions it must meet to be considered complete."

Inside a black and white bubble in the illusory dream world, a specially built laboratory is more like an altar. It is very ancient, primitive, and has traces of rituals like blood sacrifices. In fact, similar rituals have been performed by consuming the power of dreams. Blood sacrifice operation; Wang Ya stood beside the altar, his eyes calm, looking down at the golden light in the center.

It was an ordinary golden flame, not bright, dim like a randomly lit candle, and looked a little orange under the light and shadow.

The sky is like a barrier of night, with no light visible. All light comes from these golden flames.

The surrounding environment and the scene around the altar were all pitch black, as if that was the border, and could no longer possess more real physical properties.

After all, it was just an environment compiled by the black and white foam consuming the power of dreams.

Everything compiled was supported by the Eye of Truth database, and tried to be absolutely real.

The altar was real, the environment was real, the creatures of the blood sacrifice were real, and the many effects achieved were exactly the same, but the Sun Fire emitted by the Sun Lamp in the center might not be completely real.

Wang Ya frowned slightly, looking at the pale golden flame that had not changed much. The lamp of the oil lamp was very slender, and the material was ordinary metal. It looked ordinary, just like a lighting lamp in the ordinary mortal world.

"I have performed blood sacrifices six times, but there is still no significant change. I cannot see the true power of rules."

"No, it should be said that the changes do not belong to the true essence of the Sun Flame. The changes on the surface will be blown away directly like bubbles under the influence of the power of rules."

"It seems that some knowledge content from the immortal civilization cannot support the influence of rules."

Wang Ya sighed. It may also be because the knowledge content is too low-end and cannot involve the realm of the true self of the immortal reflecting the heavens.