"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to solemnly introduce to you the winner of this abyss game...Dun Jun!"
Xijie took Dunjun to the center of the dance floor and announced loudly.
"oh oh!"
All the men and women in costumes cheered together.
The men whistled, and the women became more enthusiastic, casting flirtatious glances: "He's mine tonight."
"No, mine."
"Stop arguing, sisters, be gentler when dealing with puppies. Maybe we can work together..."
…
Amid all kinds of friendly or teasing laughter, Dun Jun blushed and hurriedly walked out of the center of the crowd.
His hungry stomach has secreted a large amount of acid, eager to eat rich protein.
Dunjun imitated others, picked up the silver plate and fork, made himself a lot of barbecue, and started to eat happily.
He didn't know how long he had been eating, but he burped with satisfaction, looked at the debauched and depraved upper-class people on the dance floor, and fell into silence again.
With a drink in hand, he declined invitations from many ladies and began to wander around the banquet.
On the second floor, there were secret rooms specially prepared for male and female guests, but that was not the focus of his attention.
That kind of murmuring seemed to be ringing in Dunjun's ears again.
He turned around and came to a corner, where he saw a silver-haired old gentleman in a tuxedo eating.
Fang Zheng used the spoon gracefully and put a pot of thick soup into his mouth.
Seeing Dun Jun coming over, the old man couldn't help but raise his head and show a kind smile: "Lucky little guy... It's not a good first trip to hell, right? Just get used to it more. Congratulations on becoming an extraordinary person, of course.
, I will not ask about the source of your mystery. This is everyone’s privacy. As long as you don’t offend others, no one will care about you here..."
"Old sir, can I sit next to you?" Dun Jun asked.
"Of course... the reason why I eat alone is not because I am not willing to share..." The silver-haired old gentleman showed a surprised look: "I have seen too many winners. They will quickly indulge in the group of women and pleasure.
There is something special about you...you are good at observing your surroundings and discovering the reality hidden beneath the surface..."
"I just..." Dunjun didn't know how to answer.
Can he say that he is following the guidance of his heart?
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Henry, they all call me Old Henry... In hell, I met a relative of a great man, who guided me to a mysterious path..."
A trace of nostalgia and regret appeared on Old Henry's face: "Unfortunately... Hell is too deep. When I entered Hell later and wanted to find more revelations, I couldn't find that information... People's understanding of Hell
The understanding is too narrow. In my opinion, it is not only the pollution in the ground, but also everything... For example, the secret of why prehistoric civilization was destroyed! I suspect that the top people in the upper city have mastered this secret.
, but they denied it categorically..."
Old Henry seemed very regretful and took another sip of soup.
Seeing Dun Jun's gaze, his expression became softer: "Want to try it? This thick soup is my favorite delicacy."
"If I'm not being presumptuous..."
Halfway through Dunjun's words, he saw Old Henry fish out an eyeball from the basin with a silver spoon.
"Ah...the source of living light, the gift of the Lord of Eyes..."
Old Henry's eyes shone brightly, he swallowed his eyeballs, and turned to look at Dun Jun: "I sincerely invite you to become a member of the Eye Worship Cult..."
"No!"
Dunjun suppressed his nausea and quickly retreated.
In his heart, he suddenly developed a strong interest in the history of the great catastrophe.
At this time, a gentle murmur sounded in his ears again.
'Oh, by the way, there is also the matter of spreading the glory of my Lord...the Lord of Alchemists, the Controller of Tribulation Power, and the God of Immortality!'
…
A wilderness.
The light gathered and turned into a door.
A somewhat embarrassed figure escaped in a hurry.
Snapped!
He fell hard to the ground, turned over in embarrassment, and revealed his face, which turned out to be Smith!
"Successful...I became the Chosen One and came to a different world!"
Looking at the triangular red moon in the sky, Smith knew that he had arrived in a different world: "Praise my Lord!"
After experiencing all this, his belief in the lost god became even more pious.
However, teleporting to another world, especially with the body, is not an easy task even if you have a Dreamland.
Some of the chosen ones were unlucky enough to be buried in the torrent of space.
Smith subconsciously activated his mental power and recited a mantra in order to heal his injuries.
The next moment, nothing happened.
"In a different world, the rules have also changed..."
Smith could sense that this place was like Philip City surrounded by a seal, which isolated the power of most of the ancient rulers.
"But...praise my Lord, His power can still be used in this world..."
Smith recited immortal poetry.
Gradually, he got up, looked at the deserted wilderness, and frowned.
"The task my Lord gave me is to explore ancient ruins and find information before the catastrophe. It is best to obtain the secrets of the catastrophe... But, where should I start?"
Smith murmured, and suddenly, he saw a dark shadow in the grass.
It looked like a big, rotten dog, with human heads on its left and right shoulders. The animal head in the middle was drooling, and its eyes were bloodthirsty and crazy.
"Mutated creature? Or some kind of dependent creature?"
Smith's eyes focused: "I didn't expect that the first creature I saw in a different world would be such a disgusting creature like you..."
He opened his mouth and recited a mantra praising the lost god.
The meaning of madness is constantly being rendered all around.
"Woooo..."
The monster's expression suddenly became confused and he ran away with his tail between his legs.
If it stays here any longer, it may go crazy, or it may be brainwashed and become a believer of the Lost God.
"Woo..."
Smith did not pursue him. He was half-kneeling and covering his forehead: "My mental power is so weak? No... is it suppressed? Is it the influence of different worlds?"
This is also the reason why he doesn't kill the monster directly.
Moreover, part of the mental power that just spread has allowed him to find several targets.
Those are human survivors in the wilderness!
They were dressed in ragged clothes, almost inhuman shape, holding simple weapons, but their faces were full of ferocity.
"It's a bit troublesome to sneak in... By the way, I forgot that I don't understand the local language..."
Smith sneaked up near these natives and watched them carefully start gathering and hunting... and fell into deep thought.