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 Looking at Ge Gongdao's back when he was taken away, Zhuang Xuteng couldn't help but sigh: That's really a burly guy.
 It wasn't so obvious when he was sitting next to him, but it was especially obvious when the PCPD sandwiched him on the left and right: the two of them combined were only slightly wider than him, and on average a head shorter. Those broad shoulders and thick arms give people a sense of threat. No wonder the thieves here are intimidated by him.
 The door was closed behind Ge Gongdao, leaving Zhuang Xuteng and ten other "prisoners" behind, each with their own thoughts. Only four of these people were captured from the protest site last night, and the others were already here. Unfortunately, Zhuang Xuteng didn't know anyone, so he didn't see any of his coworkers who survived the chaos.
 Several pairs of feet passed in front of him, and some of them belonged to the guys who tried to steal his wallet before, which made Zhuang Xuteng nervous. He held his breath, clenched his fists secretly, and was ready to protect himself. At the same time, he would never raise his head, at least not look directly at them. I heard that these gangsters would use direct eye contact as a provocation.
 He breathed a sigh of relief as those feet moved away, all he wanted to do was get out of this dangerous place as quickly as possible. The members of these gangs have one thing in common: they have black motorcycle tattoos on their necks. The more motorcycle tattoos a member of a motorcycle gang has, the higher the status of the gang. Rumor has it that these people are not only vicious but also very greedy. They often fight for petty gains and have no sense of propriety.
 These people had already targeted him before, but were only temporarily deterred by the strong Ge Gongdao. At the moment, Zhuang Xuteng can only rely on himself. The best solution is...
 He took out his pants and jacket pockets and showed them directly to those people: two keys, a synthetic sweetener, and a handkerchief. The bulge in his trouser pockets was held up by this handkerchief, not a wallet at all.
 "cut……"
 There was contempt in his voice, but it also meant that the gangsters from the motorcycle gang had lost interest in Zhuang Xuteng, and he was safe for the time being. Zhuang Xuteng carefully put away the candies and keys, held the handkerchief and walked to the water room next door.
 The holding room is divided into two rooms, large and small. The large room is used to place benches and criminals, and the relatively smaller room has toilets and sinks. The two rooms are unobstructed from the outside, and PCPD can see everything clearly through the railings. There is a wall between the two rooms. If you go there to wash your face, you can at least avoid the sight of the Black Bat gang.
 Zhuang Xuteng needed to relax and take a look at his own situation.
 He staggered to the sink, washed his face first, took a few sips of water, and then looked at the aluminum mirror embedded in the wall. Except for some shallow scratches on his face, the person inside was in good condition: his face was rosy and healthy, and his eyes were bright and clear. Zhuang Xuteng frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
 He knew very well what state he was in last night, which was almost paralyzed and helpless. He once thought that he was finished. Even if he could survive the chaos, he would still be a burden to his family, and he might as well die.
 At that time, his muscles were weak, and he was completely picked up from the ground by the PCPD, pulled and thrown into the police car, and then thrown into the holding room. After that, his body began to recover miraculously, his hands and feet had feeling, and his heartbeat became strong again. He struggled to get up from the bench, but before he could sit on it or even check himself, he was pulled away by the PCPD for interrogation.
 During this time, he clearly felt that his body was being continuously repaired by an incredible force.
 "Is it the thing from last night?"
 There was once something like a shadow that penetrated his body. He thought it was some kind of living shadow, but he was not sure. On the one hand, because it was very chaotic at the time, the surroundings were in chaos, ghost bullets were still flying around his ears, and there were too many noisy messages; on the other hand, his body was paralyzed, his limbs were paralyzed, his vision was hazy, and his whole body was... His mood was also in a state of panic, and he had not seen any living shadows. It is quite normal if you see, hear or remember wrongly.
 "What if my guess is correct?" Zhuang Xuteng looked at himself in the mirror and had a thought in his mind: "Except for Ying Cong, nothing can make me recover completely so quickly."
 Many powerful people who use Shadow Followers can quickly recover from injuries, and can even regrow limbs and survive even having half their heads blown off. Such an effect can only occur through shadowing, and it is still something that is beyond the reach of today's medical technology.
 Shadow followers are powerful, mysterious, and at the same time visible everywhere. Shadows are found in all electronic devices, including the bathroom in this holding cell. The fluorescent lights above the head and the monitoring heads in the corners are all connected to the Shadow Slave Core with wires, and they work in compliance with the core's orders.
 Zhuang Xuteng recalled the basic education he received at the vocational school: there are three types of shadows: living, dead and half-dead. The control chips of electrical equipment use dead shadows, body transplants and enhancements use living shadows, and shadow devices such as pistols use half-dead shadows.
 Only living shadow slaves can give people strong recovery capabilities, and shadow slaves that can penetrate into the body can only be alive. This is common sense. At the same time, another common sense told him: without the help of special surgery, direct entry of living shadow into the body will inevitably lead to immediate death.
 So at this point in the analysis, Zhuang Xuteng's common sense had become self-contradictory, and he was even more uncertain.
 "By the way, if it's a shadow follower, there should be traces on my body."
 Carefully examining the body, including the limbs, chest and abdomen, he tried to look for "shadow birthmarks". The shadows that enter the body will leave traces as long as they work, which will inevitably cause changes in the skin, which are manifested in geometric figures of different colors. Common ones include blood-red hourglasses, blue-green eyes, and two rows of teeth biting a purple tongue. They are often located on the limbs, and a few of them are located on the chest and abdomen; most of them appear like tattoos, and some have the effect of scarring.
 These birthmarks are not healed by regenerative powers, they will only become more noticeable with use of the Shadow Servant. Legend has it that the security captain of the Scarlet Group and the legendary shadow warrior "Badenberg" had every inch of his skin covered in shadow birthmarks, making his original appearance completely unrecognizable.
 After a thorough search on his body, no new birthmarks were found, and Zhuang Xuteng also thought of another thing. When he couldn't move, the shattered wall scratched his cheek. This part of the wound is still there and has not fully recovered. If his paralysis can be restored, then this skin injury should be healed sooner.
 Is it not possessed by a shadow, nor is it paralyzed?
 Just when he had this idea, a pink mist appeared from behind him, stretching out like a tentacle. The bottom of the thing was thinner than a little finger, and the top was about the size of a thumb. It was translucent, and the shadows produced by the uneven surface roughly outlined the shape of a skull.
 Uh-huh! What is this!
 Zhuang Xuteng was so frightened that he took two steps back. He suspected that he was possessed by a shadow slave, and there were many fantasies about "getting rich instantly", but when he actually experienced such a strange thing, he was filled with panic.
 What should I do, what should I do? He discovered that he was actually unprepared.
 He has a whole set of "how to spend money lavishly after getting rich"... No, he has fantasized about a dozen different plans. But he had never thought about the first step, that is, how to be rich - or more accurately - how to deal with Ying Cong.
 How to cultivate a shadow follower, how to tame a shadow follower, and how to use a living shadow follower are not taught in schools or taught in society. Zhuang Xuteng doesn't know how! The living shadow possessed me, but I still survived. If something happens that is not consistent with common sense, then we should not think about whether it is reasonable, but first think about what to do!
 "Calm down, Zhuang Xuteng, you have to calm down." He said to himself in the mirror, and gave a ardent reminder: "No matter what, don't lose your shadow first, otherwise you will lose everything."
 Adjust your breathing, stretch out your trembling hand, and slowly reach towards the pink skull. "Don't be afraid, little one, I won't hurt you, and don't bite me either..."
 Yingcong is not a pet cat or dog, and the pink skeleton did not react at all to Zhuang Xuteng's words. The thing was cool and slippery to the touch, a bit like jelly. However, this "jelly" is not a real solid substance. You can prick it with just a little force of your fingers - but it will not be damaged.
 Seeing the pink skeleton restored, Zhuang Xuteng breathed a sigh of relief - he was scared to death just now and thought he had stabbed Ying Cong to death. Immediately afterwards, the skeleton opened its mouth wide, as if it was tired and yawning, then quickly retracted and disappeared from behind Zhuang Xuteng.
 Can living figures be so vivid? Zhuang Xuteng felt that his mind was about to lose its ability to turn around. No matter where this thing comes from, as long as it is a living shadow slave, it must be very valuable. This is the most important thing.
 To whom? Who can buy it? Of course, there is the most important thing: how to make Ying Cong obey?
 The company must know how to deal with it, but Zhuang Xuteng did not dare to go to the company unless his own safety and interests could be ensured. Just when he thought about it, he realized that this idea was unreliable. The company still owes him severance pay and compensation, how can he trust the company!
 The gang and the company are the same, and they are more vicious and cannot be found. Municipal government agencies might be able to give it a try, provided they can figure it out. Similar to this are mercenaries, and there are also shadow followers among the mercenaries. There should be a way, but he doesn't have a way yet.
 City government or mercenaries, that is the question. Zhuang Xuteng couldn't make a decision for the time being, so he decided to take it one step at a time.
 After all, it’s good to be alive now! So many people died at the protest, which one of them really deserves to die? Looking back, it was really strange at the time. The workers had already discussed and decided on the protest strategy and resolutely implemented the principle of "orderly and non-conflict". Why did they start fighting out of nowhere?
 "Maybe it has something to do with mercenaries? They have other purposes for sneaking in? If that's the case, I definitely can't be with them. Besides, selling Yingcong is just a far-off water, it can't quench the thirst for nearness. At the moment, there is no other way than mercenaries. , are there any other ways to make money quickly? But you can’t join a gang to do bad things..."
 Zhuang Xuteng frowned and worried. He thought about it and decided to wait for Ge Gongdao to come back and ask him. As long as he denies that the mercenaries deliberately caused chaos, he can try the mercenary route.
 He thought to himself: Even if it is a little harder to be a mercenary, it is still better than having no choice. Find your way first, then think about making a fortune.
 "There has always been a future, but where is this birthmark? Oh, I guess it's on the back..."
 Looking in the mirror, he found a pink skull with a weird smile looming in the middle of his back, about the size of his thumb. It seems that this is Ying Cong's birthmark. Why is it so small? It seems that this film has never been strong, so I’m afraid it won’t sell for much money?
 I don’t know the price anyway, so there’s no point worrying about it. But finally there was something consistent with common sense, and Zhuang Xuteng found his backbone. He returned to normal, got dressed, and continued to think about mercenaries.
 "It's broken. I forgot one thing. I forgot to tell Ge Heifian about the instrument!" Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while, then finally shook his head and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. It's just a lie detector instrument. It doesn't affect the overall situation. .As long as he doesn't talk nonsense and get himself into unnecessary trouble, I should be able to see him soon."
 Zhuang Xuteng was dragged into the interrogation room. His body was sore and weak, and he was in a panicky mood. Ge Gongdao walked into the interrogation room with his head held high and a smile on his face. He raised the handcuffs that clattered because of the chain and greeted the PCPD in the room. "Thank you for your hard work, you don't need to go to such trouble."
 His performance directly attracted the attention of the blue shirt in the corner. He glanced at Ge Gongdao twice, then lowered his eyes, rubbing his fingers while thinking.
 "Stop talking nonsense and sit down on the chair!" Three police officers in black uniforms pressed Ge Gongdao's shoulders together, stuffed him into the restraint chair, and then passed the iron chains of handcuffs and leg cuffs through the fixed fixtures on the floor. ring, tightened so that he could not move at all.
 "Hey, be gentle, it hurts!" Ge Gongdao looked around, made a very familiar look, and said with a calm face: "You don't need to bother, save your energy, I will definitely cooperate, no matter what you ask, I will tell you. I He is just a mercenary, serving everyone enthusiastically..."
 No one from the PCPD smiled, and their expressions became even more gloomy. At this time, the blue shirt sitting in the corner said: "Just put the instrument on him and see what kind of condition he is."
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 Neon is hazy in the steam, and the shadow of the company lurks in it. 
 People are driven like zombies and are ignorant, but after I wake up, I will definitely turn around and take charge again. 
 No matter you face guns or swords, technology or spells, no matter whether your opponent is a living person or a ghost, in this world or on the other side...live towards death and gather darkness into light. 
 I used a punk song to cover them with a handful of soil.
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 Life in parallel time and space is so ignorant, eager to acquire endless knowledge and energy. However, knowledge is full of lies. Energy is the root of time and space destruction. The mages have mastered the mystery of traveling through time and space. We are invincible, turning billions of worlds into dust. You ants will eventually be wiped out. 
 ——Mage Adam.
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 Travel through the world of Naruto, start the big tube wood bloodline awakening, directly open the three-gou jade white writing wheel eye! 
 Madara: “You are the strongest of my Uchiha clan! I Madara would like to call you the strongest!” 
 Third Hokage: “I Konoha is guarded by such a powerful person?!” 
 Otsutsuki Yui: “The fate of the ninja was completely changed by him!” 
 Otsutsuki Kaguya: “Who is this person? There is power beyond me!?” 
 Since then, there has been a strongest ninja with invincible blood in the ninja world!
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 Shen Zhe, a low-achieving student with intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder, traverses into a world of high achievers.
 A writing notebook, which can change the Rules and formulate the Truth, appears in his mind.
 Emperor: Where is my sword?
 Shen Zhe: I have eliminated items of the same kind and ours are gone too.
 Army Chief : Where is my army’s war sabre?
 Shen Zhe: The army’s war sabre is a standard weapon. After extracting from all, there is only one left in my hands.
 Expert: I have a secret art that can increase twice its power instantaneously.
 Shen Zhe mulls over it and changes the “2” on his own forehead to “3”.
 Big boss of an alien world: As long as our lineage is not extinguished, we will kill the entire human race sooner or later.
 Shen Zhe hesitates a little and writes three characters “404”. Hundreds of millions of books disappeared in a flash, and the alien civilization was destroyed.
 Your soul leaves the body. I have a separation wall.
 You can hide. I can open up the place.
 You need to ride a flying divine beast for travel. Sorry to say, I can easily travel by changing the coordinates.
 What? You think I’m ugly? I dare not add the perfect score. After adding it, I’m afraid you will find me irresistible and cannot control yourself…….
 This is a story about how a low achiever changes an existing world and creates a new world.
 New book from author from Library of Heaven’s Path
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 She is the slow-witted idiot of the Prime Minister’s Residence. Everyone bullies her. He is the most respected and unfeeling Prince, with frightening ability and absolute envy! Together, they are conferred an imperial edict of marriage. 
 She acts stupid and tries to decline in every way possible while he despotically escorts her into the wedding…… everyone ridicules the match, but no one knows that the “idiot” has transformed from a loser into a talent. 
 After the marriage, when they encounter the Empress Dowager examining the room, they act in concert with each other and pretend to be two mandarin ducks deeply in love. Afterwards, she laughs, “The performance has ended. Your highness, please return.” 
 He laughs softly, “Since you’ve got onto this Prince’s bed, don’t even think of getting off.”
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 In the first life, he was a nameless shadow guard, killed by his own liege.
 In the second life, 'she' was proclaimed as a villainess and killed by the heroine, the very same girl whom she had spent her entire life loving.
 
 And now, the wrongly accused villainess has become one for real. Hand in hand with a 'villainess system', watch as Emilia destroys numerous plots and brings heroes to their knees.
 Collecting these so-called heroines, conquering their heart and soul so they would follow her of their own free will, and adding them to her ever-growing harem of beauties is just a matter of course.
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 Born and raised as a nameless shadow guard for his kingdom’s crown prince, his life’s purpose was to be used and discarded at the whims of his liege.
 And his meaningless life ended when the gaze of a princess lingered on him for too long. The crown prince had him beheaded without a second thought, as if throwing out trash.
 
 Transmigrating into the body of a baby girl, the nameless shadow finally had a name, a family, and a place to call her own. Throwing away his past, the shadow guard was now called ‘Emilia’, and walked on a new path to seek fulfillment.
 It was not meant to be, however, as the girl whom she had loved with all her heart and soul ended up mercilessly plunging a dagger through Emilia's love-struck heart at the highest point in her life.
 The crowd clamored at the ‘deserved death of the villainess’, and at that moment, the shadow could only wonder… why?
 Why am I always the one to dedicate myself fully to someone, only to be thrown away like trash in the end?
 And thus, as her soul floated away cursing in resentment at the crowd, ‘Emilia’ vowed to herself that in her next life she shall never be the one to fully dedicate herself.
 What she likes shall be held in her palm, and shall never escape.
 The moment the vow was made, a self-proclaimed villainess system proposed to partner with her, to explore and conquer the worlds through their anchors—the heroes and heroines.
 And by cultivating this energy, she shall one day go back. Back to the world she was born as ‘Emilia’ in, and face the so-called heroine once more.
 The second time they meet, Emilia won’t be the one drowning in regret!
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 A dangerous neon-lit city in a shattered post-war world.
 The wilderness outside the city was wild and uncontrolled, the superhuman roamed beneath the cover of the night’s rain, xenomorphs prowled the streets.
 Oligarchic company, extraordinary program, prosthetic limbs, spiritual network, street gangs.
 Gu He only desire after transmigrating was to become a salted fish. But even if you wanted to, you couldn’t.
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 Glossary: ​​ 
 Shenlong, a creature formed by the condensed energy of heaven and earth. 
 Dragon seal, the dragon-shaped seal transformed by the spirit of the dragon. 
 Qi Bei accidentally found a dragon-shaped stone, and was crushed to pieces by the huge energy in it, and his soul traveled through another world. 
 Unexpectedly, the possessed body was not only extremely weak, but also in a desperate situation. In order to survive, he began to practice an inexplicable article called Shenlong Jue in his mind. 
 Divine Dragon Nine Transformations, each transformation requires a woman with the highest quality yin to reconcile the yang qi in the body, otherwise, the body will produce extreme yang fire, burning the body and soul to ashes 
 As a result, the tragic Qi Bei began to search the world for women who possessed the best Yuan Yin, and tried his best to soak them up. 
 Well, in a nutshell, this is a refreshing essay on chasing beauty and hegemony in a different world. It has plenty of ingredients, sweet and delicious, fat but not greasy, welcome to taste
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 Hundreds of years ago, the sacred unified empire was divided into nine due to civil strife. Britain is one of them. 
 The one who drew this sword is the king of Britain, and this is a legend left by the generations of Britain. The king is judged by the sword of the king. Then, the king died… 
 To put it simply, it means that a certain traverser was reborn into a new world after being fooled and spreading fire to become the King of Kings and burned him down, but… this world seems strange. 
 Protagonist: Fuck you, I read less, don’t lie to me. 
 Charlemagne and Alexander were heroes of the same time? Well, I take it as it is. But what’s the matter with the Shining of Babylon and Nobunaga of the island country? When Babylon disappeared, the people of the island country were still hanging on the tree as monkeys. 
 Are you telling me that they are the product of an era? However, Mao Wang is still very cute. 
 Finally, can anyone tell me why I can draw this sword in the stone?
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 Chen Qingyu traveled to the ancient world and became the direct son of the ancient sage king’s family. At the beginning of the game, he signed in to Tiangang Thirty-six to transform into a great supernatural power, and obtained the supreme cultivation talent!
 But this is just the beginning:
 Sign in to the nine-turn golden pill, the chaotic green lotus seed, and the primordial spirit root. If you swallow it, your cultivation base will skyrocket, and your realm will soar!
 Sign in to the Jade of Fortune, the Heavenly Book of Yin and Yang, and the Three Thousand Avenues, and you can practice at will!
 Sign in to Tiandi Linglong Xuanhuang Pagoda, hold it, no one can break its defense!
 Sign in to the real body of Pangu, get the power to attack the strongest, and push all enemies horizontally! …………
 Countless years later, Chen Qingyu sat on the river of time, looking at the heavens and the world: “You can do whatever you want, I am invincible!”…
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 The demon king, who was betrayed by his relatives, was taken to the lair of human beings. His heart was full of humiliation and resentment towards humans.
 “Despicable human beings, how can I be their servant? I am the great demon.”
 “Shameless human being, how dare you touch my tail? When I regain my power, I will tear you to pieces.”
 Surprisingly, the woman took him in for several days, fed him fragrant food, brushed his hair, bandaged his wounds, and brought him back to the mountains. The human released his restraint, touched his ear, and told him, “Go. I’m setting you free.”
 Yuan Xiang had just completed her Taoism studies and entered the Demon Forest.
 She wanted to capture a little demon as an apostle.
 A wolf demon was injured by the attack of other demons. He was lying on the ground with blood stains all over his body. Yuan Xiang couldn’t bear it. So she took him home, tended his wounds, and took good care of him. The wolf demon was untamable and often growled at her everyday, extremely vicious. Then she let him go.
 Thereafter, at times when Yuan Xiang returned from outside, she would find some strange gifts by her door.
 The demon king, who was hiding secretly, was tickled with hate: That woman made a binding contract with a demon cat! Besides that beautiful face, the cat is useless! She actually touched that fox’s tail. It can’t be better compared to mine. My tail is the best!
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 A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”
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 Want to get super vision? Then let’s get some eagle blood.
 Want to get super power? Blood of the Bear works great.
 Are you going to surpass humans? Exactly, I have vampire blood here.
 Do you want to be the ultimate creature? Very well, I have a drop of the blood of the ancient gods here.
 …………
 Become the headless mayor of the ancient, chaotic city of Arkham, where the gods breed.
 Starting from blood therapy, Ross built an extraordinary shelter, a forbidden library, and a museum of the ancient gods.
 Ross: We Arkham are full of talented people, and our folk customs are simple, hey! Don’t run! Haven’t visited Arkham Sanatorium yet!
 Farming flow, invincible flow, behind-the-scenes black hand flow, Cthulhu.
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