Tent

"On July 13, I was hesitant because it was strictly prohibited. Once I was exposed, it would be over. Fame, family, maybe prison is my final end, but I still decided that I would use the excuse of traveling to another world tomorrow, because it is closer to the "spirit of all things"..."

"On July 15, I persisted for three days according to the rituals taught by the Spirit Society, and finally I saw... Indifferent, great, vast, my barren language could not describe at all. He is the Lord of all things and the Spirit of the World, but for some reason, I feel very uneasy."

"On July 25, my wife and I had another big fight. My wife took the child back to her parents' home. This is the third time in the past half month. I feel a little regretful. I feel that I can't help but feel irritated these days. Maybe it's the negative impact of contact with the spirit of all things. This can't continue like this."

"On August 3, my strength began to improve by leaps and bounds, but... I found that I was getting less and less like... normal people. I felt scared. I shouldn't have joined that damn Chongling Society at the beginning."

"(No date, messy handwriting) My wife died, I killed her, my son was very scared, and tried to escape, but after I caught up with her, he broke his neck, and the sound of crushing the neck bones was very crisp. I think I was crazy."

...

The night is hazy and the lights are dim.

The office was quiet, with only the sound of reading notes left.

Huang Jiaqiang frowned and was a little incomprehensible.

This man is a 47-year-old middle-aged martial artist. At this age, he is considered the first generation of "old" senior among martial artists. However, even such an old-fashioned martial artist still cannot resist the temptation of strength.

Tam's will, that is an existence that even President Chen is afraid of despair, and these people dare to contact him rashly.

This is not a barbarian god, but an existence that transcends dimensions and transcends imagination.

I don’t know if the “Chongling Society” is out of ignorance or intentionality. If the former is not good, but if the latter is really scary to think about it carefully.

He thought about it carefully, shook his head, and closed the blood-stained notebook.

Then, he took out a stack of photos of the bodies inside from his file bag. There were more than a dozen photos, including them at all angles.

As he looked, he felt goosebumps.

The upper body of the corpse was hit by bullets, and there was almost no trace of good flesh. The fatal injury was on the forehead. A bullet lifted the skull away, and the whole face was seriously deformed.

In order to cope with the new situation of human war, the power of the new generation of rifles has been greatly enhanced. Not to mention a martial artist, even if the legend is hit, it will be severely damaged.

But this is not the reason why he feels cold.

The key is that his neck is twice as long as a normal person. The blue veins on it are clustered like dense earthworms. At the same time, an eyeball that was leaving his eye sockets is also emitting a strange red light.

"Sure enough, I became less like a normal person." He murmured in his heart.

Perhaps because I had been watching for a long time, the photo vaguely wriggled, and the corners of the corpse's mouth seemed to be slightly raised, with a hint of cold sneer.

There was a faint noise in my ears, like a sizzling sound that the radio could not receive, or like an evil god whispering softly.

The darkness like water is quietly swallowing the light of the room, and a strong sense of ominousness hits my heart.

"Bang!"

His face suddenly changed, and his body subconsciously leaned back, and his feet rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound.

His heart throbbed.

How is this possible?

How could this happen?

This is just a photo, a trace left by light and shadow!

As the director of the Information Bureau of Things and Information Bureau of Another World, he has seen countless strange and bizarre things, but at this moment he still feels like a falling ice cellar, and there seems to be a terrifying atmosphere in the room.

At this moment, the door suddenly rang.

"Director, are you okay?"

As if he was disturbed, the nightmare feeling quickly faded away, and the light in the room became brighter again. When he looked at the photo again, he found that the hallucinations had disappeared and everything had returned to normal.

“Hu…hu…hu…”

His chest was undulating violently and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

"No...thing!" The Huang family strongly said calmly.

Maybe, I was just too tired and a little dizzy.

...

"Secretary Bai, are you free now?" said the goddess of agriculture wearing a green dress and smiling.

"Goddess Manlu, please wait." Bai Xiaoling said respectfully. She was no longer as nervous as the first time she faced this barbarian god. After all, the other party has to come over to pay her respects every night these days.

Although he was rejected by Mr. Chen every time.

Sometimes, she feels a little distressed.

"Please trouble you!" said the goddess of agriculture gently.

Bai Xiaoling ran to Chen Shouyi's room and came back soon: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Chen has something to do and doesn't want to see anyone."

"It's okay, I don't have the chance to listen to the adult's Hadith."

...

"Leave?" Chen Shouyi asked.

"Well, I just left, Mr. Chen, why don't you meet?" Bai Xiaoling couldn't help asking.

"What's the best thing to see about? Don't be deceived by her harmless face. You should know that this is a barbarian god. In order to achieve your goal, many barbarian gods do everything they can." Chen Shouyi said seriously:

"Think about it, why did she come this night? If I let her in, the man and the woman... stay together for a long time, what would Minister Fang think?"

Isn't it because I can't see you in the morning?

Could it be...

Bai Xiaoling looked stunned, feeling that her values ​​had been broken. She opened her mouth: "This... won't be!"

"You are still too young." Chen Shouyi shook his head: "If you deal with the barbarian god, you must be vigilant."

He was not very alert at the beginning, and coupled with the insidious power of the other party, he was succeeded twice by the God of Reproduction.

Now he has learned from his mistakes.

"Mr. Chen, I remember it." Bai Xiaoling felt a stern in her heart and said hurriedly.

"But you don't have to pay too much attention, here, I'll give it to you." Chen Shouyi said, walking to the cabinet, opening the drawer, taking out a necklace, and throwing it over.

Bai Xiaoling quickly caught it with both hands, but her eyes couldn't move as soon as she saw it:

"Mr. Chen, hasn't I handed over this necklace?"

"It's not the same one, I made it casually." Chen Shouyi said.

"Mr. Chen, I..." Bai Xiaoling's face suddenly turned red when she heard this, and she was excited. What were she going to say?

Chen Shouyi was most disgusted with these things. He was so excited that he was so excited that he even pushed him back.

He waved his hand and said, "Okay, just go back if you have nothing to do."

...

The negotiations between Daxia and Pakistan have been smooth and exceeded the goal.

Two days later.

Chen Shouyi boarded the return plane under the grand farewell ceremony of the goddess of agriculture.

Watching the fleet take off, the goddess of agriculture finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face became even more sincere.

This great devil has finally sent it away!
Chapter completed!