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Chapter 526: Fog(1/2)

Chapter 526 Mist

How long?

Brother Ruoran can’t even remember the last time he was offline.

Logically speaking, after lying there without eating or drinking for such a long time, he should have passed away long ago, but when he woke up this time, he felt that everything was okay.

In fact, more than that, I didn't feel any discomfort at all, except for my appearance.

He looked at himself in the mirror, but somehow he felt that the face in the mirror was unfamiliar, as if it was not his own, until he saw the pupils turned into familiar vertical pupils, the fangs gradually grew, and the horns on his head also popped out, and the face shape

It began to lengthen, and the facial features became more three-dimensional... then he nodded with satisfaction.

With an evil smile, he closed the mirror and looked at the home.

With a snap of your fingers, it becomes much more pleasing to the eye.

He sat down on the ancient-looking throne that looked like it was carved out of white bones, took out the mirror again, took a look at it, and summoned the little devil slave out of habit, only to realize that it was already offline.

It took him a while to adapt to the computer and offline virtual reality networks. He found a secret activity website of a demon player in his memory, opened it, and entered the user password to log in.

"It's time to die, the bloody battle is over, and I have been assigned to the devil's camp."

"Devil? You're just pretending to be a devil, or you feel comfortable being a devil."

"Then I'll trade my athlete's foot with you."

I quickly opened the curtains and saw an unusually thick fog spreading everywhere, not to mention the other side of the road, even the lights from the opposite building were like a will-o'-the-wisp that might go out.

Today is already the first day of July?

If Ran Ge pulls a pedestrian who is sleepwalking, this guy has a heartbeat and breathing, "Brother, what day is it today?"

"On the first day of July, the auspicious time has arrived, and the gate of hell is open!"

"Lies are more reliable than truth, Jie Jie Jie..."

"So we need to help push it."

After what he said, Brother Ruoran was really a little unsure. Not to mention, when he woke up this time, he felt that it was extremely quiet outside. There was no noise at all after such a long time. There was usually a lot of traffic at this time.

"The guy upstairs can turn into a devil? Why don't I have this option?"

"To be honest, I don't think there is a trend of offline becoming online."

Devil's first business signing went smoothly, beyond imagination.

"...I, I don't know", the man was about to cry.

They are all ghosts!

There is a folk legend about drowning people in artificial ponds. The little boy and the little girl were twins. One day when they were playing, they accidentally fell from a height. The old man was an exercise expert and was considered a capable person by his neighbors. He was a lot of years old.

He was still covered in tendon meat. One day, under the praise of people, he did a difficult move on the hanging ring. Unexpectedly, his hand slipped and he flew out, with his head and neck facing down...

Of course Brother Ruoran knew this was not an illusion.

"It turns out you are an old helper. I forgot what happened."

"Go out and see the outside world. You are out of touch. These are old records. I bet no one can lock you in now."

The information on the postcards can be seen, and most of them are about things like getting into higher education, medical treatment, promotion, getting rich, beautiful women and so on.

Who would stay outside in such weather?

"It's easy to talk, easy to talk... Then that's it, bye?"

"It's very simple, we do this, this..."

"Interesting, hehe, interesting"

"What consciousness? It's the end of the world?"

Brother Ruoran understood immediately and said with a smile: "I can help you."

Brother Ruoran was not surprised at all and started typing on the keyboard: "Yours?"

"Brother, you need to practice your acting skills. I can help you. How about making a deal?"

"You really want to know? That's another piece of business."

Waste is waste, it is everywhere. Offline, you only want to be hugged and benefited. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

"No. 12...how have you considered what I told you last time?"

"Not every Demon player pays so much attention to details. Details, details, details determine success or failure."

When we came outside the building, there were only twos and threes of people wandering in the community. A girl in a white dress sitting in front of an artificial pond was washing her long, straight black hair, humming while washing it. Two people, four or five years old,

A little boy wearing a cheongsam and a mandarin jacket,

The little girl is holding a lantern and jumping up and down in the garden. The old man who is exercising on the rings is doing difficult moves that can only be done by gymnasts. The young couple clinging to each other on the swing are nibbling on each other's faces.

, I gnawed until my mouth and face were filled with blood and I didn’t care...

Brother Ruoran looked at the postal information on the packages. Every normal one was either sent to the underworld, or to the paradise of heaven, and some were sent to ten years later. Of course, there were many paper dummies, ingots, and cars.

There are also many CDs, postcards, etc.

The outside of the community is much the same.

"Yeah, the Americans are at the forefront and proven to be effective. Don't you want to become the master of the offline world? Think about it, how many pure lambs are in urgent need of our rescue, and how many blank and empty souls are in urgent need of our filling.

Our business will be very busy. Unlike online, there are so many rules, and it is very difficult to even develop a business in the main material world."

"It's been three or four days."

"No, no matter how much we discuss or bargain, we don't even know how to deal with it. It's true."

"The truth is... affected by a sudden solar flare, strong solar wind blows across the entire solar system..."

"You are so smart."

"What happened? What happened? The address is completely wrong. People are so careless nowadays." The courier boy muttered to himself in annoyance.

"It's easy to say, easy to say. Please use the ID M and ask for your real name. Don't be anonymous."

"You also turned to the devil?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Ruoran said with a smile.

"I can't pay."

"Please give me thighs"

"886!"

"Don't make trouble, I'm busy." The courier boy turned around and ignored him.

"Please take good care of me and get lots of benefits"

"All demon players gather together?"

Sensing someone coming, the old lady stopped humming an ancient tune and raised her head. Her pale face and a pair of red ghost eyes were the classic look in TV movies.

"But I have to sign a contract."

"I'll consider it"

"It's just that the middle devils from our city get together in private to talk things over."

He closed the computer and unplugged the power cord. Brother Ruoran was still worried, so he threw the computer into the toilet and pressed the pump button. The computer was crushed into parts in the vortex of high-speed rotating water, and then was pumped away.

"I guess this addiction must be Canaan."

"What is your rank?"

"I didn't want to come back, for fear of scaring them, but I couldn't help it. I missed home so much that I came back somehow."

"Jie Jie Jie... I like lies, what do you think?"

It may still be in the system task stage, and nothing will be done after leaving the system nanny.

"Then sign it."

Brother Ruoran snapped his fingers, and the contract that was launched offline for the first time was modified.

"Have you found out the reason?"

"How is your health?" Brother Ruoran asked loudly.

"Brother Ruoran?"

"Shit, the higher ups don't allow people to gather. If you catch them, they'll lock you up. There's a magnetic sensor on my door. There are countless cameras in my house. What are you telling me?"

Brother Ruoran grinned, "Okay."

Seeing the old man return home contentedly, Brother Ruoran said cheerfully: "Family love!", then grinned and kicked the extinguished brazier down the stairs like a prank, listening to the clanging sound extending downwards,

It seems that the stairs are bottomless, as if they are connected to a dark purgatory.

Burning money is a kind of sustenance and a kind of mourning for the deceased relatives, but now it has become a mysterious ritual, summoning the old man's soul to come back here.

So the second devil's contract was obtained, and all the packages of the courier boy were put into the express cabinet. He himself also contracted the extremely itchy athlete's foot.
To be continued...
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