Chengyuan Heavy Industry, Fifty-first floor.

Hua Gui supported his head with one hand and was sitting bored on a chair. Behind her was a huge metal door.

The metal door is as high as four meters and is as wide as seven meters. It is dark gray all over. I don’t know what kind of metal it is made of. Circles of thick iron locks are wrapped around it, as if suppressing something. A trace of cold air seeps out from the back of the door.

"What the hell is this?" Hua Gui shivered and muttered.

The sorcerer said that the things behind this door were sent by the headquarters personally a month ago, and even he didn't know what it was. The envoy who escorted told anyone not to open the door. The things behind this door were the key to this mission and must not be lost.

Is it a treasure?

The eyes under the mask rolled around, and she slowly stood up, stretched out a finger to tentatively point the metal giant door.

A biting chill quickly spread from the fingertips of his fingers, and his whole body seemed to fall into an ice cellar. The flower ghost shook, took several steps and let out a breath of cold air.

Why is it so cold?

Squeak.

Just as she was thinking, another secret door was slowly opened.

Hua Gui suddenly turned around and saw the puppet master walking in, with two young men following behind him, smiling foolishly.

"Encourt, are these two?"

When the flower ghost saw this strange scene, he was stunned.

"Kill the young man from Qing Liao." The puppet master said lightly, "Their abilities are very interesting. When I come back, I will take them back to the headquarters for research. You will take them for me."

Hua Gui looked at the two boys with interest, and gently swept across the silly Ji Qianming, staring at the sunny and handsome Zhang Fan.

"***, he is quite handsome." Hua Gui walked to Zhang Fan's side, slowly raised Zhang Fan's chin with one hand, and spoke frivolously.

Anger flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he tried hard to turn his head aside, and a chill in his heart.

Seeing him resisting so much, Hua Gui was even more excited. His hands were wandering up and down his body, as if he was groping for the toy he had just received. The peak on his chest was pressed against his strong chest, and Ji Qianming was stunned by the sight.

I'm so fucking evil, do I just have no sense of existence? My boss is so resistant, you have the ability to come to me!

"Enough, they are precious test items, not something you, a little flower ghost, can eat." The puppet master snorted coldly and spoke coldly.

Hua Gui's movements stopped, then he snorted coldly, and reluctantly took his hand away from Zhang Fan's face.

"I understand, the envoy." She took out a walkie-talkie from her waist, pressed a button, and spoke happily, "Two people come up on the fifty floor."

Not long after, two fully armed thugs appeared in front of the iron gate. They were wearing thick bulletproof suits, their dark helmets were equipped with the most advanced night vision instruments, and the submachine gun in their hands flashed with a cold light.

"Go, take these two little guys to lock them up and send me somebody to watch. This is the person you want by the envoy." Hua Gui said sarcastically, emphasizing the four words "Envoy".

She looked at the puppet master quietly, and saw the latter standing there quietly, with an expression under the white crying mask.

"Yes." The two armed thugs responded, and brought a heavy metal iron block to Zhang Fan and Ji Qianming's hands. They reached into the iron block with both hands. The mechanism rotated, and they were tightly clamped, tightly sewing.

The two of them held the submachine guns in their hands behind the two teenagers. The puppet master waved his hand slightly. The two teenagers felt lighter, and the power to control themselves suddenly disappeared, regaining control of their bodies.

"Don't play tricks, or..." The cold voice of the puppet master rang.

Zhang Fan shook his head at Ji Qianming. Ji Qianming, who was about to curse, forced his words back, with a pale face.

Two armed thugs were escorting them and walking out the door. Zhang Fan turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the puppet master deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing the two of them being sent away, the puppet master said, "It's time to calculate it, I'm going to set off, Hua Gui, you can do it yourself."

The puppet master didn't even look at the flower ghost, turned around and left, leaving a faint word.

Hua Gui looked at the puppet master who was gradually moving away, snorted coldly, and obediently returned to the chair to sit down.

...

"Hey, what's going on? Why did you lock the scenic spot well?"

"That's right? I came from Yangzhou from all the way, but I didn't even see the shadow of the mountain!"

"Even the army is coming, can't there be terrorists inside, right?"

Outside the Kingsoft Scenic Area, a group of tourists were chattering and discussing that the originally lively tourist attractions had been completely blocked. With Jinshan Temple as the center, all roads within a radius of ten kilometers were guarded by the army and no one was allowed to enter.

The entire area has become a complete military restricted area.

Just under this tight guard, a figure suddenly rose strangely from the ground. A man with a six-pointed star mask walked out of the dense forest at the foot of the mountain and looked coldly at the army stationed in the distance.

He actually bypassed the tight guards and easily entered the blocked restricted area.

The warlock bent down and drew a complex pattern on the ground with a fallen branch, composed of extremely regular geometric patterns, like some kind of alchemy formation circulated in the West.

The warlock clasped his hands together, then pressed one hand hard on the formation, and a trace of yellow light came out of the alchemy array and continued to wander.

A dazzling light flashed by, and the figure of the warlock disappeared!

Above the Kings Mountain.

Figures wearing white uniforms were busy, and small flags were inserted into the mountainside in a mysterious pattern, some were on the ground, some were in the middle of the cracks of the stones, and some were directly inserted into the trunks of the tree.

In a tent on the top of the mountain, a young man with a cast on his arm was pacing back and forth with a bitter face.

Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was pulled open, and a fat man walked in with a smile, followed by Park Jimin.

"Teacher!" When the young man saw the fat man, his eyes lit up and he spoke excitedly.

"Yun Yi, how are your injuries?" Fatty Cui went to the plaster on Yun Yi's hand, a trace of anger flashed through his eyes, and then spoke as usual.

The excitement in Yun Yi's eyes faded away, and instead he was filled with regret, and he slightly fell down.

"It's just an ordinary fracture, it's no big deal, it's just... I can't fight again in the past two days." As he said, a wry smile appeared on his face.

Fatty Cui nodded and patted his shoulder without hiding the appreciation in his eyes.

"You kid, you actually tied with the warlock. Although he is only a third-level ability player, he is also the top among third-level ability users."

"Teacher, don't praise me anymore. That's not a draw. He wasn't hurt at all." Yun Yi looked up and laughed even worse than crying.

"Senior Brother Yun Yi, your ability is not suitable for fighting. It is already very good to be able to fight that situation." Park Jimin, who was standing beside him, encouraged with a smile.

A blush flew across Yun Yi's face and looked at Park Jimin. His dark eyes regained their spirits and nodded heavily.

"Yun Yi, I know this request is too much, but the situation is very critical now, and we need your strength." The fat man put away his smile and spoke solemnly, "You don't have to have a psychological burden. You have the right to refuse, so you don't have to agree to me immediately."

"Teacher!" Yun Yi suddenly spoke, his eyes full of determination, "I am Gou Chen's student. Gou Chen's student has no cowards. Just tell me what I need to do. I'm not afraid of anything!"

Fatty Cui was shocked and silent for a while before speaking: "Yun Yi, the time for the birth of that thing was suddenly ahead of schedule this time, and the Four Symbols Huntian Formation was not available for a while. If it was allowed to be born like this, it would cause panic in society. We need your strength to create a fog."

The fat man spread his arms and gestured a big circle: "A huge fog that surrounds the entire Jinshan Mountain ten kilometers! The fog does not need to cover every area, it only needs to be connected into a ring, like a cylinder, so that the outside world cannot see the changes in the fog."

Yun Yi pondered for a few seconds and nodded heavily: "I understand, I will definitely do it!"

Fatty Cui didn't say anything, but just patted Yun Yi's shoulder heavily and looked at him deeply.

"Good boy."

After saying that, the two turned around and left the tent.

Fatty Cui looked back at the lonely tent and spoke coldly.

"That warlock must die!"
Chapter completed!