"Family members of the gods? Aren't you the only one left on the fake god's household registration book?"
Han Fei and the Evil Soul looked at Mr. Mo together. Being stared at by the two men, Mr. Mo felt suffocated. He quickly explained: "The eyes contain divinity. This white-haired old man is recognized by the gods."
Family', killing him would be tantamount to challenging the gods head-on."
"How do you know this?"
"Totalitarianism is the most unprovoked existence in the building. You should still remember the dancer, right? He was once a totalitarian on the 50th floor. After dedicating everything, he and the gardener took advantage of the gods to fall into a deep sleep.
Escaped." Mr. Mo revealed another secret to Han Fei.
“Dancers were totalitarian?”
"The god has killed countless people in his life. There are many people who are afraid of him and fear him. There are many people who want to kill him, but there are very few people who have helped him. According to the dancer, all totalitarians have helped the god in his life.
For those who have helped him, this kind of help must be the kind of help that does not ask for anything in return and has no connection with any interests." Mr. Mo noticed that the old man's head was bleeding, and waved his hands anxiously: "Anyway, don't kill him yet, then
The eyes represent the gods.”
"I tortured him with various methods, but he refused to tell the secret of the gods. It turns out that the problem lies in this eyeball." The evil soul seemed to have finally figured it out. He lifted the old man up with one hand and covered his whole body.
The thread of fate is rushing towards the old man's head!
"What are you going to do!" Mr. Mo was already dumbfounded.
"I want to eat God's eyes and spy on God's destiny." The body made of flesh and blood limbs expanded to both sides. The evil soul mobilized all its strength and tore the corners of its mouth bit by bit, preparing to swallow the eyeball into its belly.
"Crazy, you are really crazy!" This was the first time Mr. Mo saw such a person. He grabbed Han Fei's clothes, hoping that Han Fei could stop the evil spirit, but Han Fei's expression now was
expect.
What about God? He is only allowed to cultivate people as flowers and is not allowed to eat his eyes.
Countless threads of fate took root in the old man's head, advancing step by step, cutting off the connection between the eyes and the outside world.
The old man felt an unprecedented threat and began to struggle violently. The evil soul that had been prepared directly spread his flesh and blood to the old man's body, merging the other man's body with the dean's body.
"You can't run away, let me taste the flesh and blood of the gods!"
A harsh scream sounded, and the blood-red eyes embedded deeply in the old man's head were pulled out bit by bit by the thread of fate.
The black rain is falling harder and harder, strong winds are blowing, thunder is roaring, and the skyscrapers are trembling slightly.
That special eyeball emits blood-colored light, and the terrifying murderous intention contained in it easily cuts off the approaching thread of fate, but the evil soul is not a good thing. After one thread of fate is broken, ten threads will instantly repair it.
Today, he is determined to eat the eyeballs containing divinity and taste the indescribable taste.
He tried his best to mobilize all the ropes of fate in the building, but the evil spirit still couldn't completely separate the eyeball from the old man's head.
"Let me try." Han Fei barely supported his body and took out the butcher knife of the dead. He pushed the human blade to the extreme and aimed at the connection between the old man's head and eyes to chop it off!
With the cooperation of the death knife and the thread of fate, that special eye was finally dug out!
After the eyes left the old man's head, infinite coercion emitted from the inside, and the blood radiated to the surroundings. Everything in the building succumbed to the blood unconditionally. Once the blood light was allowed to disperse, the consequences would be disastrous.
The evil soul knew it very well. He swallowed the god's eyes into his stomach without any hesitation!
"Totalitarians are the supervisors left by the gods in the building. They are the eyes left by the gods in the building. If you just kill them, forget it. If you devour the eyes of the gods, you will be marked by the gods for the rest of your life. You will never die." Mr. Mo
With a bitter look on his face, he regretted getting involved with this group of people.
After eating the divine eye, the evil soul began to use the ability left by the brain fragment No. 2 to try to digest it.
Although No. 2 and the owner of the skyscraper are both unspeakable, the dean inherited part of the abilities of No. 2's brain, and the eyes left by the gods in the old man's head only contain a piece of will.
The gods probably never imagined that someone would dare to enter the skyscraper, take out his "eyes" and eat them.
The rainstorm outside the building became more violent. No one knew when the gods would wake up. The evil soul could no longer think about anything. He seemed to be crazy and smashed the accumulated threads of fate into the gods' eyes at all costs.
"Let me eat you, eat you, eat you!"
The flesh and blood on the evil soul began to disintegrate, and he no longer had any defense, gathering the fate of all the villains to stab the eyeball.
If you can't swallow it, you will be swallowed by the opponent. This game is dangerous but fair.
In the midst of a confrontation that left no escape route, the God's Eyes, which had no outside aid, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, and cracks appeared one after another.
In a roar that shook the soul, the eyeballs were shattered, and the divine will contained in them was penetrated by countless threads of fate.
Different people have different threads of destiny, but at the moment when their eyes are broken, everyone's destiny is dyed blood red.
The threads are like the paths traveled by countless creatures throughout the city. They intersect in the darkness, weaving an extremely shocking future.
"Xinhu City was destroyed! Those game warehouses were all turned into coffins! His goal is "Perfect Life"!"
Flesh and blood exploded, and the future in darkness shattered before Han Fei's eyes.
"Fu Sheng built "Perfect Life" to build the shallow world into a super paradise and use the positive emotions of the world to dissolve the pain of the deep world. But now the will of the owner of the garden and the dream may even have other unspeakable things.
They want to use the shallow world as a stepping stone to influence reality."
A chill came from Han Fei's back. He had always regarded the three major criminal organizations as a club of pure perverted murderers, and their real goals were perfectly hidden.
All the killing and chaos are preparations for the last step. Maybe some "dirty things" have already sneaked into the immortality pharmaceutical and deep space technology.
"No wonder there is such a commotion in the building and the gods have not awakened. His plan in reality may be very close to success!"
The dean's body that was about to rot quickly began to reorganize, and the evil soul also understood the seriousness of the matter. Once the garden owner succeeded, not one but two people would die.
"Fu Sheng is dead. Li Xue's teacher may have also been killed. The bravest people in Xinhu have left one after another. It's no wonder these ghosts dare to come out and run wild." The evil soul looked at Han Fei: "But having said that, I'll give you a brain.
That friend of Fragment is really powerful. Could he have calculated everything and seen the future? That’s why he deliberately put Fragment’s brain here to wait for you?”
"Are you talking about the number two child in the orphanage?" Han Fei looked up at his evil soul.
"I want to tell you that you are not fighting against them alone." The evil soul's eyes were cruel and bloody, and he smiled happily.
"Is this what I said to you? Do you really think of yourself as a good soul?" Han Fei called everyone together. He was about to quit the game immediately and tell the police what he knew: "After I leave,
, you just stay on the twenty-fifth floor, guard here, and wait for me to come back!"
After making arrangements, Han Fei found a safe room and pressed the game exit button.
Blood covered everything. In this bloody space, only Han Fei and the blood shadow running out from behind the ghost gate could move.
The blood shadow seemed to have other ideas, but after seeing Han Fei's back, he stayed where he was.
Twisting his head slightly, Han Fei still didn't see clearly the bloody man standing behind him. He just felt that the body of the other person and his were no longer back to back, but there were signs of fusion.
"That bloody person who has been standing behind me is laughing maniacally, right?"
Opening his eyes and feeling tingling pain from all over his body, Han Fei pushed open the door of the game room and staggered towards the refrigerator.
While eating, he tried to calm himself down as quickly as possible.
After the physical pain subsided slightly, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Li Xue's number.
The phone that usually only rang a few times before being answered, this time had only a long busy tone.
"problem occurs?"
After putting on his clothes, Han Fei ran out of the house. He kept making phone calls on the way, but no one answered.
Taking a taxi to the city branch, Han Fei explained his purpose to the person on duty, but the person on duty didn't understand.
After asking many people, the administrator of the archives finally came out to see Han Fei. He told Han Fei that Li Xue's teacher fainted not long after he left. The old man's body had multiple organ failure, as if
The person who had been holding on for a breath suddenly had no regrets or worries.
At Han Fei's strong request, the administrator found someone to send Han Fei to the best hospital in Xinhu.
After passing through the long corridor closely guarded by the police, Han Fei was taken outside a ward, where Li Xue and her two senior brothers were all here.
"Li Xue, how is your teacher?"
"Not too optimistic." Li Xue, who has always been capable and courageous, showed a panicked expression for the first time.
"Can I go in and take a look?" Han Fei stood outside the ward door and looked into the room through the glass window on the door.
Li Xue's teacher seemed to be asleep. He closed his eyes tightly and lay on the hospital bed.
