The thing is like this, in a large area of the suburbs, all the major extraordinary delegations seemed to have become quiet all of a sudden. They seemed to be looking for something.
But when you ask them what they are looking for, the response is usually some nonsensical reason.
For example, I lost the small rubber ring that is a magic weapon for field battles, or the dragon stole the house and had to move the position, and so on.
It is even said that it is because the mobile phone signal is too poor, the icon is a chewed pear, the brand mobile phone is really spicy, and so on.
What else can I say: Why don’t I come here to take some selfies?
Okay, as long as nothing particularly troublesome happens, the Shenzhou Administration Bureau, which is supervising outside, will simply stop looking for trouble.
This strange phenomenon lasted until the evening and gradually disappeared. Those extraordinary delegations seemed to have returned to their original temporary jungle locations.
It's just that such a move will inevitably lead to a collision of situations.
A small team from the Indians met with a group of black uncle wizards.
But nothing unpleasant happened. The two parties not only greeted each other cordially, but even became friends with each other.
"Hmph, let you niggas be proud for a while, and don't let me run into you tomorrow, or I'll make you kneel down and call daddy! These three bottles of [Tears of God] on hand are enough for me to strive for the top spot!
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"Hmph, let you natives who play with big eagles be proud for a while, and don't let us run into you tomorrow, otherwise I will make you kneel down and call daddy! With these bottles of [Tears of God]..."
Smiling proudly, the Indian team and the Black Uncle Wizard Team reluctantly said goodbye.
"Go hard tomorrow! Friendship first, competition second!"
"You too, I also yearn for the scenery of your prairie! Come on!"
Hugs... ugh!
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"Damn it, I haven't found it anywhere... No, I must find it before tomorrow!"
There seems to be a team of water messengers. Even in the evening, they have been circulating at the temporary camps of the major extraordinary groups in the suburbs. They do not take the initiative to approach, but only observe from a distance. Their behavior is unusually suspicious, and even caused suspicion.
Hostility from many teams.
Everyone... was preparing intensively.
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Boss Luo took a nap, and when the maid came back from cutting a bunch of leeks, he just woke up and received the payment notification.
Altar treasure arrives: 8, 8, 2, 0 years.
"So many." Boss Luo looked at the maid who seemed like nothing had happened curiously, "How did you do it?"
In fact, because they are all high-quality life years, after deducting the cost of moving, there should be a lot left over from these life years.
"It's almost dinner time. I have to prepare dinner for the master, otherwise I should be able to break through 10,000." The maid smiled and said: "But it's enough."
Boss Luo couldn't help but asked curiously: "This [Tears of God]... seems to be somewhat similar to the [Tears of Heaven] that flowed out of the Michael Club in the past?"
"It is the complete version of [Tears of Heaven]." The maid said: "The secret medicine formula sold at that time had some important raw materials deleted and simplified due to price issues."
Boss Luo nodded, pondered for a while and then said: "[Tears of God]...could it really be the tears of the gods?"
"How is that possible?" The maid shook her head and said, "God's tears are one of the top materials even in the fields of alchemy and esoteric medicine. The efficacy of a single drop of God's tears is more powerful than a bottle of [God's Tears]
Many times. The raw material of these [Tears of God] is mainly the tears of angels."
"Angel tears?" Boss Luo couldn't help blinking his eyes and asked curiously: "Where did you get so many angel tears... You don't seem to have consumed anything to exchange for items."
I only heard the maid lady smile slightly and say: "I collected a little bit in the past, about a few cubic meters."
How many cubic meters... looks like?
Boss Luo remembers that the maid's predecessor was a holy angel in heaven, and she even had a legion of holy angels under her that was responsible for conquering and exploring the dimensional void world... Could it be?
Emmmm... So, some of the characteristics of the maid lady are actually inherent, and they are not developed after becoming a maid in a shop?
Boss Luo later gave up the idea of digging deeper and started preparing dinner together with the maid.
Hey, if everyone uses the increased power of [Tears of God], will the result be the same as if they didn't use it?
While chopping vegetables, Boss Luo suddenly thought of such a false proposition.
So...the maid lady cut off her hand and spent nearly nine thousand years of her life in vain, but the final result may still be the same?
"Youye."
"Master, what's going on?"
"How about I transfer this store to you, and then I become a useless black soul?"
The maid lady couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, looking at the maid lady's stupid look in shock, but Boss Luo chuckled lightly, scratched her nose casually and said, "I'm just kidding."
He has yet to find a way to transfer the store... He simply cannot make the transfer contract that the previous owner had.
Boss Luo sometimes even suddenly thinks that this transfer contract may not have been made by the previous shop owner himself...maybe it is also an agreement...a transaction made with others.
Of course, it's just a whim.
"It's aunt!!!" It was Lizi's voice... Aunt Ren and Lizi happened to be back at this moment.
"Is there anything to eat?" Lizi rushed into the kitchen without saying a word, grabbed a cucumber and bit it into pieces in front of Boss Luo.
"There will be food soon. You should take a rest first." The maid who raised the spatula said with a smile: "Today I want to try Sichuan cuisine."
"Really!" Lizi's eyes suddenly lit up.
At this time, Aunt Ren suddenly stopped Boss Luo and said, "Come here, I have something I want to discuss with you."
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balcony.
Aunt Ren opened her mouth to speak, but no words seemed to come out after several attempts.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Boss Luo asked patiently.
At this time, Aunt Ren suddenly came over, grabbed Boss Luo's arm, and said in a disgusting voice: "I'm sorry, you have grown up, have you ever felt lonely?"
Boss Luo directly asked her to speak human language.
Aunt Ren immediately rolled her eyes and reached out to pat Boss Luo on the head, but she still didn't want to use force. She just patted her lightly and said angrily: "I mean, when you were a child, did you ever think about having a sibling?"
Category?"
"No." Boss Luo said directly.
Aunt Ren was startled, then frowned and thought for a moment, "Then what if... I assume, suppose you were a child and your dead father and your biological mother suddenly told you that they wanted to have a second child, what would you do?
What are your thoughts? Just... would you resist having an extra brother...sister or something like that?"
"Speak humanly." Boss Luo said again.
"Why are you like this! You are not cooperative at all!"
Aunt Ren was furious at this moment, but then she still couldn't stand Boss Luo's stern gaze.
She felt like she was at the bottom of the food chain in this family, and she said in a squeaky voice: "As for me, I suddenly had an idea recently and wanted to sponsor a child. She is a little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old.
He is very well-behaved and his figure is pitiful..."
"Sponsorship?" Boss Luo asked knowingly.
Ren Ziling nodded, then thought for a while and said: "Actually, I have thought about it. Now I have been promoted to the boss. My salary has increased a lot. I don't have to travel around for news or anything like before. It is a lot easier. What about you?
Now that I have grown up, I have scholarships for school and so on, so I don’t have to worry much... So if you sponsor a child, you shouldn’t have any financial pressure. It just... depends on what you think."
Boss Luo did not answer directly, but looked into Ren Ziling's eyes, thought for a moment and said, "Are you serious?"
Aunt Ren was startled, then met Boss Luo's gaze, and finally nodded slowly.
"I have no opinion."
"I will take good care of her and will never cause trouble for you... You agreed?!"
Boss Luo smiled and nodded.
Aunt Ren wanted to hug Boss Luo and take a sip, but Boss Luo covered her mouth with one hand and said calmly: "Dirty, don't touch me."
"!!!" Aunt Ren also got angry at this time, "I don't care! I want a hug! I must hug you today!"
Boss Luo didn't put much effort into it and just gave in.
The stalemate continued until the maid called for dinner.
"I'll start exercising tonight! When I get six-pack abs... I'll be able to do anything!"
At the dinner table, Aunt Ren threatened with a grunt.
Lizi looked at Aunt Ren's belly and the small circles were revealed once she relaxed, and she always felt... so difficult!
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It should... be this place.
Nan Xiaonan finally came to this temple according to the address given by the [Red Queen].
Traces of human daily life are too easy to find on the Internet.
[Red Queen] seems to have the ability to filter useful information from all information. In this way, [Red Queen] may easily be able to determine who she is currently in contact with.
[Red Queen] may not know the ultimate purpose of her contact with Mr. Jin and others... But after the analysis of big data, it cannot be seen that she has an agenda.
I always felt like I was completely under the surveillance of the [Red Queen] along the way.
Whether it was an electronic eye device on the street, or just a mobile phone lens in the hands of passers-by... At this moment, Nan Xiaonan felt a sense of safety when he stepped into this ancient temple that didn't seem to have many traces of modernization.
What are you thinking about? I'm still holding my phone right now.
"Female donor, would you like to add more fragrance or receive blessings?"
"...Can I take a short video?"
"...Female donor, please help yourself. Just don't go near forbidden places."
Nan Xiaonan suddenly laughed twice, then picked up the mobile phone from Zhike's eyes and pretended to walk into the temple. Although the temple is not big, it is not small either. It is not easy to find someone here for a while.
What an easy thing.
Although this temple is remote, it is actually within the Forbidden City... She should be in the state of an ordinary person, and naturally she is an ordinary person. Xing Chuang cannot help her.
But at this moment, a location information suddenly appeared on the phone... Without even thinking, Nan Xiaonan knew that this must be the work of the [Red Queen].
This guy apparently also hacked into Mr. Jin’s electronic equipment?
Although she knew Mr. Jin's location, Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but feel a little confused at this time... She wanted to contact Mr. Jin's team, but it was obvious that this operation was not in her original plan.
She deliberately moved to a village in the city so that her daily encounters would not be out of the ordinary... But if they could still meet her in such a remote place, the traces would be too heavy.
Will such a coincidence make Mr. Jin suspicious?
Just when Nan Xiaonan was hesitating, another message was sent on her phone. She lowered her eyes and her eyes became strange.
Because the message sent by the [Red Queen] this time was clearly a token of the spiritual tablet information, and there was even information about the spiritual tablet on it.
"This is……"
Even at this time, Nan Xiaonan's phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number... She thought it was the [Red Queen] calling, but after answering, she felt bad.
"Hello, Tuantuan, is this Miss Nan? I bought you the Yuanbao Candle Fragrance Oil you asked for."
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In front of the hall, an old mage was chanting sutras, while Mr. Jin sat on the futon and closed his eyes.
He has been here for most of the day and has been sitting here the whole time.
"Donor, this is the fifth time, do you want to continue?" the old mage suddenly stopped and asked.
This generous donor added a lot of money for sesame oil, but the key point is that after reciting so many Puranas, all the lonely souls and wild ghosts spiraled into heaven, right?
The old mage mainly felt thirsty, but also had pain in his lower back and neck...
Mr. Jin opened his eyes at this time, and the old mage couldn't help but feel startled... The benefactor's eyes were much more vicious than when he came.
The old master didn't speak at this moment, just closed his eyes and slowly recited the sutra... But this time it was the Heart Sutra.
Mr. Jin didn't say anything, he just stood up silently, and slowly left the quiet hall under the sound of the Heart Sutra being recited.
He looked at the sky and felt that he really should leave.
But when passing by the mourning hall, Mr. Jin unexpectedly saw a person who shouldn't be here... Nan Xiaonan.
Nan Xiaonan was kneeling before a certain spiritual place, muttering something to herself, crying and laughing... Finally, Nan Xiaonan stood up slowly, holding her knees, and silently looked sad.
Left the mourning hall.
It wasn't until Nan Xiaonan left the mourning hall that Mr. Jin poked his head out of the window... He frowned, then quickly turned over and jumped into the mourning hall, arriving in front of a certain token.
Look at.
"It's actually... the same day."
Mr. Jin opened his mouth in slight surprise.
He stood in the mourning hall without saying a word for a while, and then a young mage who managed the mourning hall came in carrying cleaning tools.
"Donor, this temple is going to be closed."
Mr. Jin nodded and immediately said: "By the way, who is the woman who was worshiping here just now?"
"Donor, it is inconvenient for us to reveal the personal information of pilgrims." The little mage shook his head.
Mr. Jin thought for a while, then pointed to the spiritual tablet in front of him and said: "This person seems to be a friend of mine... Do you know how he passed away? This spiritual tablet should have been set up not long ago, and it looks very new.
Look."
"The donor seems to have died in a bizarre car accident." The little mage thought for a while and said, "It seems that the car suddenly lost control and fell into the cliff. The death was quite miserable. His girlfriend came over a few months ago.
I set up this spiritual tablet."
With that said, the little mage saluted Mr. Jin, and then began to clean.
Mr. Jin didn't say anything more and silently exited the mourning hall... After he walked out of the temple, he saw Nan Xiaonan sitting alone at the bus stop outside the temple, looking lost.
Mr. Jin did not walk over, but directly called for an online taxi... got in the car and left. From the beginning to the end, he did not look at Nan Xiaonan again.
But he suddenly sent a message to Bernard at home: Help me find information about this man. He just died in a car accident a few months ago.
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After a while, the little mage who was cleaning suddenly put down the broom in his hand, and his eyes gradually became hollow and dull...
He walked up to the spiritual tablet without saying a word, reached out and took off the new spiritual tablet placed here, then opened the cabinet below and placed an old spiritual tablet back.
The little mage was expressionless, silently carrying the brand new spiritual tablet, walked back to his dormitory, and then locked the spiritual tablet in the drawer.
In fact, the dormitories in the temple are not as plain and simple as expected... at least there is a well-equipped computer in the little mage's room.
He sat in front of the computer and turned on the computer screen.
The screen suddenly turned pure white... On the pure white screen, countless patterns flashed crazily at an extremely fast speed.
Geometric shapes, symmetrical shapes, human faces, starry sky...paintings...numbers...animals...paper figures.
There isn't any pattern at all.
The little mage's eyes reflected this large number of irregular pictures. He sat motionless, like a puppet.
Suddenly, the screen dimmed and then closed. The little mage suddenly woke up, his eyes returned to normal... he looked around in confusion, and finally muttered to himself in confusion: "Why did I come back?"
