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 The car rushed past the illusory figure of the advertising star, like a heavy artillery shell being thrown out, knocked down another fence with a "bang", slid into a garden, and made a loud noise when it landed.
 Su Heting held on to the seat belt tightly, and his head hit the roof due to the violent vibration of the car. If his ears hadn't drooped so quickly, he would have been seriously injured.
 The car slid into a rosebush and died.
 Su Heting's chest rose and fell, and he and Xie Zhenshu looked at each other.
 After a while, he asked, "Are you at the station?"
 "Almost," Xie Zhenshu opened the car door, "I suggest walking the rest of the way."
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 The motorcyclist on the viaduct got out of the car and stood on the edge of the fence looking down.
 It was already dark, and the buildings below were covered by projection advertisements. The light effect pollution in the black market is particularly serious. The night scene is like a children's playground, crowded with various stereoscopic projections, like a glare forest. The sports car rushed into this bustling area, like falling into a kaleidoscope, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
 The cars on the elevated road were all blocked here, and there was a lot of noise from behind. The aircraft of the armed group landed smoothly, and several members jumped down to maintain the surrounding order amidst the sound of sirens.
 A member of the armed group wearing a gas mask spotted the biker, rushed towards him, and shouted: "Armed group, squat down!"
 The biker took off his helmet, instead of squatting down, he walked towards the armed group instead. As he walked, he raised his hands high, as if he was caught without a fight.
 "Don't move!" The member of the armed group was a young man, he didn't dare to shoot rashly, he just threatened, "Stop! Or I will shoot—"
 The biker smashed his helmet over the little brother of the armed group: "Mom sells the **** son, the bad boy's fourth son."
 He spat at his feet, picked up the smothered little brother, and moved his head closer to the little brother: "Go, shoot!" His eyes were red, and they were a pair of remodeled eyes. He fixed his eyes on the little brother of the armed group, like a poisonous snake: "Call the monk right away and tell him that the Viper is waiting for him here!"
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 The garden is a fake.
 All the gardens in the anti-system living area are fake, and now you can't even grow vegetables, let alone flowers and plants. These are just phantoms used by the black market to beautify the night scene.
 Su Heting put on his hood, put up the pocket of his sweater, and thanked the pillow book.
 They passed through the shadow of the rose, climbed over the fence, and took the street on the right.
 The street is dirty, with puddles everywhere. The buildings on both sides are very old, even if there are countless light boards, you can still see the age. The windows facing the street are covered with steel bars, like sealed coffins.
 "Cat," a few e-cigarette splicers gathered in the distance, and they shouted at Su Heting, "Would you like to sleep with me?"
 Su Heting slightly raised his head, revealing his face under the hood.
 His nose was reddish, and there were still scars on his face from being smashed by the monk with the **** of the gun that day, and his eyes were very unhappy: "I will yell at you again."
 His remodeled eyes are beautifully colored and look brand new.
 New can be scary.
 Because implant repairs cost a lot of money, in the black market, there are only two types of rich stitchers. One is to work for the big boss, and the other is a frequent visitor to the Colosseum. In order not to be eliminated as garbage by the New World, they must risk their lives to make money.
 Several people retracted their heads again.
 Xie Zhenshu suddenly turned a corner and went directly into a darker narrow alley.
 There is no light here, and the ground is full of potholes, which are all accumulated water in rainy days, so it is very difficult to walk.
 "Friend," Su Heting said, "you can only give me the information when you arrive at the station?"
 Xie Zhenshu threw the storage device in his hand to Su Heting.
 "Thank you." Su Heting caught the storage device, stopped, and looked at Xie Zhenshu's back, "We met by chance, where are you going to send me?"
 Xie Zhenshu also stopped, but didn't turn around in a hurry, but stretched out his hand to grab the broken handle on the side, and tugged hard.
 There is a door hidden here.
 The light inside came out and shone on Xie Zhenshu's hand. He turned sideways and glanced at Su Heting, and it was clearly written "Love can't get in" in his eyes.
 "What are you doing in a daze?" Suddenly half of his body protruded from the door, it was a hermit with his big sleeve robe, "You two came in." He turned his head towards Su Heting and patted the back of his head, "I was just now Fighting your brains in the safe zone."
 The safe zone is the network space of splicing people under Xing Tian's surveillance, where the hermit got his head blown off. The safe zone is different from the penalty zone, where injuries won't affect offline, and it doesn't matter if you die several times.
 Xie Zhenshu had already bent over to go in.
 Only then did Su Heting notice that Xie Zhenshu was tall, surpassing himself. He followed closely, wanting to bend down too, but found it was unnecessary.
 "It's a good time for you to come," the hermit carefully closed the door, "I'm afraid you will be caught."
 It's hot inside, a small bar with an advertising screen on, and it's full of stitchers.
 "Let me introduce to you," the hermit led Su Heting to a seat, "this is my brother Maozai. Zai, these are friends."
 Su Heting didn't take off his hood, but nodded slightly as a greeting.
 He doesn't like to make friends, especially friends with rude eyes. He can hide his ears, but not his tail. The tail sticks out, telling everyone that he is a lycanthropist.
 This kind of splicing people with animal features usually stays on the last two floors of the trading ground, and rarely appears in the Colosseum.
 "I got all my news from here." The hermit sat down opposite Su Heting. This table was also very narrow, and only two glasses of water could be placed. His voice was very low: "Have you got the information?"
 Xie Zhenshu sat behind Su Heting, there was no gap between the stools, and the two of them could be said to be back to back.
 Su Heting erected the storage device and lowered his voice, as if preventing Xie Zhenshu from hearing: "What is this?"
 "Information," the hermit widened his eyes, "you haven't read it yet?"
 "No time," Su Heting said, "Look now."
 He flicked his tail, and the tip of the tail turned into a port, which was lightly connected to the storage.
 Data upload takes only one second.
 There is no text in the storage, only a very short video. The video footage is blurry, apparently captured under unusual circumstances.
 [Several people were carrying a stretcher in the midnight rainstorm. The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, but the outline under the white cloth was not a complete body, but amputated limbs. A surveillance camera flickered somewhere, and someone looked towards the camera. 】
 The screen began to shake, and the sneak photographer realized that he was exposed and started to run.
 [The panting sound of running lasted only a few seconds, and the sneak photographer was knocked to the ground. 】
 The picture doesn't end here.
 【The candid photographer was dragged towards the stretcher and overturned the stretcher while struggling. The things under the white cloth fell out, and they were two legs. The blood on the base of the leg was not removed, it was newly cut. One leg reads "Gyllites" and the other reads "In and Out Safe". 】
 Su Heting was attracted by the pictures in the storage, he had seen these legs before.
 "Sichuan Mahjong invites you to fight to the end!"
 An advertisement sounded like thunder in his ears.
 Su Heting was like a cat frightened by a cucumber. His thigh hit the table, and the water glass on the table immediately fell over. He retracted his legs very quickly, and the stool hit the back with a "bang"
 Xie Zhenshu at the back just got up and was not bumped, but Su Heting leaned over at once.
 "Hey!" The hermit stretched out his hand to grab something empty.
 Su Heting lightened his hood, and Xie Zhenshu had already grabbed him.
 "Ah—" the hermit wanted to praise the pillow book, but then looked at Su Heting. He stood there awkwardly for a while, and shouted dryly: "Okay!"
 Accompanied by the applause, all the water on the table poured into Su Heting's pants.
 The author has something to say:
 ①: Something bad about Lao Tzu.
 The Sichuan dialect consultants this time are Xiao Luo and Xiao Yu~
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 “Welcome to the Punishment Zone, scums.”
 “Please tear the masks of pseudo-gods into pieces here.”
 “However, you must remember—the time for slaughter takes place only after sunset.”
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 “Miss, since you came back, every three days there will be someone who start a rumor to slander you……”
 “Some say you are ugly and really ill and will not live till eighteen…….”
 “Some say your personality is vulgar, even rural women are not as wild…..”
 “There are also people who mentioned the theft of that year. They told it like it has a nose and eyes, like they personally have witnessed Miss steal the glowing pearl……”
 A time traveler, she became the ancient version of Cinderella. Not only did her younger sister steal her fiancé, she is also sent to ChongXi by her father for other people…..
 What a joke! It has always been her that slaughters people, when is it their turn to be arrogant?!
 Beat her? Alright! A needle and you will no longer be able to lift your right hand!
 Curse her? Deal! A kick and you’ll fall into the lake as food for carp!
 Assassination? Good! Making it so you won’t be able to see tomorrow’s sun!
 What? Want her to marry that Demon Wang whose eight wives died on the wedding night? No problem! She is the Demoness of the white and black world. She’d like to see who between the two of them is more evil, who is more vicious.
 Only after marrying into WangFu did she find out this Demon Wang is different from the rumors. Not only are there different kinds of poisons in his body, he needs medication every day, and every night when it’s full moon, he’ll endure unbearable pain. That man’s weak appearance actually made her to let her guard down and feel pity. She vowed, the one who made him like this, she’ll pay him thousand, no, ten thousand times back! It’s just that this man, he doesn’t seem the same like he is on the surface……
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 Before going to college, an ordinary high school student went to celebrate and got drunk. When he woke up, he found himself in a completely different world. There was a big sect, the approaching sect entrance examination, a slum where his body’s previous owner lived, and a shared memory about a missing young girl.
 When he got tangled in a fight with a few punks in this different world, he fell off a cliff and miraculously found himself still alive, with two more voices ringing inside his head. They were Sword Master and Saber Master. In the company of them, he continued to find out more about this whole new world. He took the sect entrance examination, entered the sect, met a strange man in black, and even participated in a major competition of the sect to have a chance to win over his peers! 
 In this whole new world, he was born again and got to explore the fantastic martial world!
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 Kim Hyun Woo lived the life of the wealthy thanks to his parents. But one day, he received a phone call informing him of a traffic accident which involved his parents. His father had died and his mother was hospitalized in critical condition. The normal life he once knew, collapsed…
 They sold their house, cancelled various insurance plans, and moved to a one room apartment. And after a few years, Hyun Woo spends four to six hours tending to his mother and worked to pay for her medical bills.
 One day, one of his Instructors recommended him for position in a company called Global Exos, who made an announcement of making history with the newest technological invention.
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 With the DNF Sharpshooter’s transfer certificate, he traveled through the American comics world and became the John Wick of the Continental Hotel. 
 Roaming gunners, gunners, mechanics, ammunition experts…people are mortal, and some people need a little help. 
 Uh, it’s on the stage. 
 In short, don’t mess with my dog, I am a cat lover.
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 Resident Evil, natural disasters… Zombies, the ice age…
 Through movies and video games, humans have been familiarized to these kinds of, “doomsdays.”
 But nobody actually believes that any of those things would happen.
 Though from childhood Su Lifeng was a person that could foresee disasters, he never thought that one day he would be foreseeing the end of the world:
 In 100 days, the entire world would fall.
 Humans would be near the point of extinction.
 Su Lifeng took a large, deep breath upon awakening from this vision: “I need to bust a load to calm down…”
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 A decision can destroy the sun, moon and stars. A finger can kill the Heavenly Overlord. While chatting, the Heaven and ten worlds can be annihilated. 
 A poor little kid walks out from a remote mountain area while holding the Nine Dragons and the Incredible Cauldron. With a control over the time and space eternally, he embarks on the Path to God where he defies the odds of the boundless universe gaudily by fighting against royalty and clashing with the legendary generation.
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 One hundred thousand years ago, he was a disciple of the Tianlan Sect, his master soared, and he was refining qi.
 90,000 years ago, his nephew soared, and he was refining qi.
 Fifty thousand years ago, the old dog of Tianlanzong guarding the door also soared, and he was still refining Qi.
 Thirty thousand years ago, the old tree at the foot of the mountain became a demon. He was still refining qi.
 Ten thousand years ago, Zhang Wuji, a disciple of the ninth thousand eight hundred and seventy-second generation of Tianlan Sect, also ascended, and Xu Yang quietly refined Qi.
 He was in retreat for 10,000 years, and in the end, he broke through the ninth and ninety-ninth floor of the Qi Refining Period!
 Ten thousand years later, he broke through!
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 A Transmigrator with a below-average aptitude for immortal cultivation obtained a mysterious Immortal Mansion and from then on embraced on a path to eternity in this cruel cultivation world.
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 Lu Yiping was an ancient monk who witnessed the fall of countless powerful gods in the battle of the gods. 
 Since then, he has been living in seclusion in the ancient forest, practicing day and night, and vowing that he will not come out when he is not strong enough to fight the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth. 
 One era after another has passed. 
 A little snake next to him became the ancestor of the dragon clan. 
 A little girl he adopted became an invincible empress. 
 One of the swordsmen he pointed out became a sword god who was famous forever. 
 An old tree he planted at will became the patron saint of the strongest kingdom in history. 
 The years have changed the vicissitudes of life, one after another strong rises, and generations of strong grow old and perish. 
 Lu Yiping has been practicing his longevity arts in the deep mountains. Occasionally, he played the guqin, practiced painting, practiced swordsmanship, and looked at the various magical skills and great insights left by the countless gods who perished that year. 
 Finally, he had cultivated the Longevity Art to the last level, feeling that his strength could fight against the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, and then he walked out of the Sacred Forest.
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 The traverser Qin Yu was sent to the guillotine for knocking down the princess, and awakened the super villain system at the time of life and death!
 Throwing down the princess, causing public outrage, and making a big fuss all have villain value!
 Punch the proud man of heaven, kick the peerless beauty, I am the villain, who am I afraid of? Behead? King Kong is not bad magical powers!
 Are you leaving this to scrape me? Spelling magic weapon? Wutian Lianbao Jue! Xiaoye, my assembly line production magic weapon!
 Bi Ling pet? The cute dragon girl, the soft cat girl, and the charming fox girl are not only spiritual pets, but also part-time maids!
 what? The righteous people come together to destroy me? My eldest sister is the palace lord of Beihai Xuanjing Palace, and the second sister is the supreme elder of Yuhuamen. Come, you can encircle me again? The villain is just a mask, and there is often a gentle heart behind the evil.
 The sturdy life needs no explanation, I am me, a different kind of firework.
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 The world is a sea of bitterness.
 The mortal swims in the sea.
 The body is the vessel.
 The soul is the mortal on the vessel.
 The vessel carries the mortal as it sails endlessly towards the other side of the sea.
 Does cultivating the body strengthen the vessel enough to reach the other side of this sea of misery?
 Or does cultivating the soul give the mortal on the vessel the ability to master swimming?
 Cultivating according to the martial path allows one to become an Earthly Immortal.
 Cultivating according to the immortal path allows one to become a Divine Immortal.
 Which path should be chosen?
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 “He is the entertainment king who is in charge of everything. Been single for years, he had zero scandal. One day, a woman and a girl turned his life upside down.
 The little cutie held him tight, not letting go. “”Handsome uncle, you look very much like the daddy I have lost for many years!”” Huo Yunshen felt depressed. “Me? Daddy?!”
 The little cutie proudly pulled her mommy over, “”Mommy, I have found a long-term meal ticket for you, handsome and gullible.””
 Xu Xiyan smiled at the elegant man.
 Recalling the accident five years ago, his face sank. “”How dare you steal my DNA?””
 She laughed. “”Not steal, just borrow!”” The man took her in his arms and warned in a dangerous tone, “”Woman, should I get what’s mine back, with interest?””
 She stood on her toes. “”Yeah, how about another baby?”””
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