"Impossible! You are crazy, you are definitely infected by that guy!!!" An old man in a green and yellow robe roared in a tavern. At his age, time can no longer leave deeper marks on him, so he has not changed much at this moment and a few years later, except for this seemingly old outfit and the remaining temper.

"Gaba." With the sound of something being bitten, a fat man in a white coat threw the lollipop stick on the ground: "No matter what, you don't count your opinions alone. Only the rules are discussed in the 'Supreme Council'! The minority obeys the majority."

The old man waved his hand angrily: "So what? The vote has not started yet. If you are obsessed with it, I can lock you up too!"

"Ha, instead of talking big in your tone that you eliminated hundreds of years ago, it's better to try it now!" The little fat man was not afraid and bit the candy in his mouth and clattered.

At this time

"What are you doing?" The two words came out from a corner of the bar incoherently.

At some point, a huge figure had appeared there, sitting quietly in the darkness where the light could not be shined.

The little fat man rolled his eyes in disappointment: "It's nothing, it's just a quarrel!" He said helplessly.

"Oh." The voice responded briefly, then went silent again, as if he didn't care much about this matter.

With this sentence without any emotional interruption, the old and young men stopped quarreling and began to quietly wait for the other two people.

After a while.

"Huhu" a series of violent panting suddenly appeared, and then a strong smell of gunpowder smoke floated over, mixed with pungent blood. A well-proportioned person appeared in front of the bar with a twist in space. At this moment, he was wearing a battle uniform with a dark luster, his whole body was wrapped tightly, but the clothes were already covered with minced meat and blood. As well as the sound of his breathing, he knew that this man was a man.

Sure enough, he quickly took off his helmet: "Damn, this new abnormality is really too difficult to deal with, there is no sign of it, and as long as the protective suit is scratched a little, it will be eroded!" He said, "I saw several A-level boys rub themselves into big meat balls and then fucked out of the drill tentacles!" He scolded Lai Lai and started pulling down his combat uniform again.

"What's going on now?" the old man asked with some concern.

"Fortunately, that woman's blood works very well!" The black-haired man pulled open the collar of his combat uniform, as if he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh, just find the place where he invaded the first, he can clear this abnormal phenomenon."

"That's of course, this woman is the representative of "holy and purity". When those filthy things come into contact with her blood, they will naturally be purified." The fat man said, and he could hear a little complacent in his tone.

"Come on, it's so simple. Do you know how difficult it is to find the invading place?" The black-haired man shouted in anger, pointing at a few obvious scratches on his clothes: "Look at this! Look at this! If it weren't for the newcomer's name, the guy who was hard to pronounce the name was accurate in his marks. Now I'm already a slap."

"Ahhh, okay, thank you so much for your hard work! Anyway, the characteristics of the abnormality have been well studied now. In the future, the protective clothing will be mass-produced, so you don't have to run around the world, right!" The little fat man said, "Oh, by the way, this newly emerging S-level abnormality does not have a name. It's worth one. You can't call it number every time, but it's better to call it."

"How about the 'black realm'!" A woman's voice inserted.

Everyone looked in that direction. A woman dressed in kind exuded a lazy and luxurious atmosphere of classical aristocrats. She looked only 30 years old last year, but everyone here knew that this woman was the most conservative and had to be about the same age as the old man in a robe. At this moment, she was walking down the steps of the main entrance of the bar with graceful steps, holding a notebook in her hand, and a black pen on it.

"Is it black? It's easy, it's good to have a name in any case." The black-haired man said indifferently, then stood up and found a chair, leaning up tiredly: "Then all the people, let's start. I heard that you want to make something again?"

He said and looked at the fat man.

Just finished speaking.

"I object that the product of dimension realization is too dangerous. This proposal must be terminated immediately and permanently." The old man immediately made his own attitude clear.

"Ha, is it too dangerous? If there is no woman with wings, what should you do with this 'black realm' abnormality? Watch it swallow everything bit by bit?" The little fat man sneered.

Immediately afterwards.

"But it seems that this is just the beginning, it's like gambling. In the first game, you always have to give you some sweetness and see what you got in the second game. A madman who can't catch it, can't kill him, can't go in and out of other people's thinking at will." The woman said lightly, as if she was standing by the old man's this time.

Unexpectedly, the little fat man smiled slightly: "I'm worried that no one will mention this matter. In fact, I have already thought of a way to contain him."

Everyone looked shocked.

The little fat man didn't keep it a secret and said directly: "Teleman!"

"people?"

"Yes, using a person as a shelter or directly called a carrier is better, and he is also a madman, who has a stinking smell with that guy, and then let him invade the person's mind. When he is having fun, we seal the person's mind."

Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at the fat man with a look of a fool.

"What are you talking about? If he could stay in a person's brain, we would have done that long ago, but you also know that he is a pure mental body, hypnosis, brain death, psychotoxins, vegetatives, memory elimination, none of us can do anything about him. Even if he kills the carrier, he would be able to change another person." The black-haired man said with a look of impulse: "How much do we have to consume every day to satisfy him now?"

"There are about 120 volunteers every day. During this period, he has used almost all the volunteers we have reserved over the years. It is estimated that it won't take long. We will have to go everywhere with our contracts and go to the death row prisoners to sign the contract, just like a century ago." The woman said helplessly.
Chapter completed!