"Why is this happening? Why did my teleportation ability suddenly fail? Could it be..." Wen Yun's eyes slowly shifted to the hand where the messenger was in contact with him.

"Have you noticed it?" Looking at Wen Yun's eyes moving, the messenger raised his eyebrows and joked: "But even if you discover it, what can you do? As long as I touch your body, the abilities you have will be limited."

"Everything is over. No. 1, please... die!" After saying that, a sharp look flashed in the messenger's eyes, and he grabbed Wen Yun's claw and poked down hard.

"Chi." The sound of a sharp blade slashing through the flesh.

Wen Yun felt a sharp pain in his chest, lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest that was pierced by his claws, and blood from Dagu Dagu was emerging from the wound.

Wen Yun, whose chest was pierced, weakened his feet and couldn't help but collapse down. Seeing this, the messenger let go of his hand and watched Wen Yun fall slowly to the side.

"Ba." Wen Yun, who had lost his support, fell heavily to the ground.

The messenger looked at Wen Yun who was lying motionless on the ground, and a hint of mocking appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No. 1, you are so naive. Do you think that if you have ever experienced a failure, I would not be careful of your move. Do you think you can stop me this time? Do you think you can change the established destiny of this world?"

"To tell you the truth, your world is destined to fall. This is the fate of you and your world. No one can change the fate of this world, including you."

Wen Yun's face did not react at all to the words the messenger said, and he could no longer hear them.

Wen Yun fell to the ground, covering his chest wound with his hands, his face covered with cold sweat. He felt that the sound in his ears seemed to have been artificially stretched, becoming very distorted, and there seemed to be some messy and noisy sounds, as if someone was talking, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Wen Yun felt very tired. Every cell in his body seemed to be on strike, and his whole body was a little light, like clouds floating in the sky.

He knew that his time was... good.

At the last moment of his life, Wen Yun heard a familiar voice coming from the top of his head. When he heard this voice, Wen Yun looked shocked and struggled to look up. A gentle woman holding a baby in her arms was standing in the sun, showing a sweet smile at him: "Wen Yun."

"Yu'er, I'm sorry, I finally couldn't resurrect you and the child. Forgive me." Looking at the gentle woman, Wen Yun murmured in a low voice, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, his eyelids were completely closed, and he closed his eyes forever.

The messenger stood in front of Wen Yun and stared coldly at Wen Yun and closed his eyes until he felt that Wen Yun had completely lost his breath, then turned his gaze to the distance.

"Now, all the obstacles that may hinder the arrival of the ancestor have been cleared. It is time to take the last step of the arrival of the ancestor. I am already a little bored with these bodies." The messenger glanced at his body, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. He stepped across his legs and walked away from Wen Yun's body.

At this time, Wang Meng was walking on a corridor on a certain floor of the utility room headquarters. There seemed to be some secrets on this corridor. Every two minutes walk, two patrol personnel holding weapons in their arms would walk past Wang Meng.

These patrol personnel with weapons in their arms obviously received a certain order. When they saw Wang Meng who was intertwined with him, the patrol personnel did not come forward to conduct routine inspections and inquiries about Wang Meng.

"Ding." I don't know how long it took, but Wang Meng's steps suddenly stopped.

Wang Meng looked at the corridor ahead with an invisible end and turned his body to a door beside him. Looking at the door, Wang Meng did not do anything directly, but took a deep breath before reaching out his hand in the direction of the door.

"The door is not locked, come in." Just as Wang Meng's hand was about to touch the door, a man's voice came from the door.

Perhaps it was Wang Meng's illusion. In this voice, Wang Meng felt an indescribable fatigue, as if an adventurer who had been climbing on a cliff for many days without eye contact.

Since the man inside the door had already made a sound, Wang Meng did not continue to knock on the door, but pushed it gently into the door.

"Squeak" doctor.

The door is open.

Wang Meng stared at the door with his eyes tightly. When he saw the scene outside the door clearly, Wang Meng's eyelids trembled slightly, and everything inside the door seemed to be a little beyond Wang Meng's expectations.

Logically speaking, a person who has been restricted from his freedom of life for many years and can only have activities in one room. Such a person, even if he does not have a violent aura, should be a gloomy and terrible guy.

The homes of such people should be covered with messes, and the furniture in the room should be almost smashed.

But what Wang Meng saw was indeed a clean and bright room. When the sunlight outside the window shone into the room, it was so clean that the bright light that could be refracted by the floor used as a mirror, almost made Wang Meng unable to open his eyes.

Wang Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, moved a little step to the side, just avoiding the refracted light and continuing to look at everything in the room.

The most popular TV series is currently playing on the living room TV, and on the coffee table opposite the TV, there are some fruits and snacks. The owner of the room seems to have some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the fruits on the coffee table and the fruit plates are arranged neatly according to the category.

"This..." Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Meng's eyes flashed with a trace of dazedness. Everything in front of him was completely different from what he expected to see before he came, and it could even be said to be completely opposite.

If everything in front of you appeared outside the utility room building, Wang Meng would not feel any strangeness, but everything in front of you appeared on a person who had been imprisoned in a small room for many years. This contrast made Wang Meng feel indescribable changes in his heart.

At this time, the owner of the room, the man with an apron around his waist, was humming an unknown song, standing in front of the kitchen wash basin, washing something.

"Captain Wang, a pair of slippers have been placed at the entrance of the door. You can change it first. Haha, I haven't had a guest here for a long time, and I don't know if these shoes fit your feet." Just as Wang Meng was hesitating, the man with his back to Wang Meng spoke again in the distance.

"Oh, OK." Wang Meng nodded when he heard the man's words.

Wang Meng quickly changed his slippers. When he was about to come in, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes were fixed on the man's back: "How did this guy... know that my surname is Wang?"
Chapter completed!