Luo Qiuman suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from beside her. But she did not look up and still stared at the information on the table.

The opportunity Mo Yun gave her was so precious - the confidentiality level information that she could not access in her dreams is now completely handed over to her.

It was like a person who had been hungry for several days, and suddenly saw a large basin of rice and chicken legs stuffed into her arms. She focused on the documents and information at hand, and while reading, she took notes on her notebook. She wanted to bury her whole person in the information.

In the huge office, there are only her and Mo Yun at this moment.

A few minutes ago, she looked up at Mo Yun and found that Mo Yun had put down the chair and lay behind the desk. The documents on the table blocked his body.

He should be tired, right?

At such a young age, he has become the director of the countermeasures bureau. He probably has to consider much more than himself, and the pressure he faces is unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Luo Qiuman subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the back of the desk.

Mo Yun was still lying behind the desk, unable to see his body, probably still resting?

However, there seemed to be a dull sound just now.

What's that sound?

Luo Qiuman felt something was wrong because the office was too quiet.

Even Mo Yun's breathing sounds were heard, as if she was the only one here.

She subconsciously looked out the window. There were only a few cars parked in the courtyard outside, guards wearing black uniforms and holding automatic rifles were constantly patrolling.

Focusing on the office, she felt more and more that it was too quiet around her, a bit terrible.

She withdrew her gaze and whispered: "Mo Yun?"

No response.

She changed her name again: "Director Mo? Are you asleep?"

Still no response.

She sniffed and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

No way.

Luo Qiuman's face changed, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the desk.

As soon as she got closer, her face changed completely.

I saw the young man lying behind the desk pale face and his eyes were closed.

Blood kept spilling out from the corners of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, and blood dripping out.

His white shirt was stained red with blood, and his tie turned dark red. His breath was faint.

"ah!"

A scream echoed throughout the office.

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A low voice came from his ears, and Mo Yun opened his eyes from the darkness.

In front of me is a snow-white ceiling, and the corners of the ceiling are decorated with pale white patterns.

The nose is full of scent of disinfectant.

There was a soft sob in my ears.

He raised his head, with a pillow on the back of his left hand, and an infusion tube hanging beside the bed.

In the thin transparent tube, transparent liquid fell down drop by drop.

The girl in a short gray coat squeezed his hand tightly, lay on the edge of the bed, and sobbed in a low voice.

"Ro Qiuman."

He opened his mouth, feeling the smell of rust in his throat and his voice hoarse.

"Mo Yun, you are awake!" Luo Qiuman raised his head suddenly and said excitedly, "You scared me to death just now! I thought you were dead! Do you know? The doctor just inserted the needle for you, but I couldn't insert it. It was Wei Wenxing who helped you insert it with his own hands!"

"Is this a hospital?"

Mo Yun frowned, stretched out one hand, and pulled out the needle on the back of his hand.

"This is the hospital's special care unit. What are you doing!" Luo Qiuman was stunned.

"I hate infusion and don't like hospitals." Mo Yun struggled to sit up, and Luo Qiuman hurriedly supported his body.

After this movement, Mo Yun felt weak all over and could not use his strength.

Then he recalled what happened not long ago.

Mo Yun leaned his head against the soft pillow, looked up at the snow-white ceiling, and waved his hand weakly, "Can you go out for a while? I want to be quiet for a while."

"Okay. I'll inform them now." Luo Qiuman immediately stood up.

Mo Yun didn't have the heart to care about Luo Qiuman. He felt helpless as she watched her walk out of the room in a hurry.

With his eyes slightly closed, he focused his attention on the left side of his vision and stared at the light green handwriting that appeared there.

"Congratulations, junior investigator Mo Yun, you successfully completed the mission and escaped from Izu City."

"But unfortunately, you were cursed by unknown mysterious powers and your life was hanging on a thread. This reward was replaced by, helping you eliminate three-quarters of the cursed power in your body."

really.

Mo Yun sighed.

Even with his tempered mind, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The mission was almost over, but he never expected that the Green Demon Priest would be so crazy and willing to exchange his life for the power to curse Mo Yun.

Moreover, the madman actually summoned that one, the Lord of the Dreamland!

Although Mo Yun interrupted him, the madman had already recited at least half of His name. Even if he attracted the attention of that person, he was definitely not something Mo Yun could bear.

This is simply a disaster and a great disaster.

He basically got nothing in this mission, but was cursed and turned into his current ghostly appearance.

But Mo Yun couldn't help but feel a little glad. The one behind the survival game was quite kind and helped him eliminate three-quarters of the curse power.

If this weren't the case, he might have lost his soul now.

In the face of that terrifying curse, it is a blessing in disgrace.

I just don’t know if Xia Mei and Li Zhimeng escaped from Izu City?

Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to the real world.

He used his hallucination ability a little and updated his personal panel. So a light green box appeared in his field of vision again.

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Name: Mo Yun.

Nickname: Soul-Broken Sword

Strength: Return to One Realm (Cursed State)

Ability: hallucination (panel special effects), flame release (normal), Yanyang true skills, land magic technique, giant elephant skills, hard qigong, soul-breaking sword (two styles).

Completed tasks (can be expanded):

1-Late Night Werewolf

2-Investigation of phytochemical disease

3-Secret Teaching of Desert Island

4-Ghost Cult Blood Sacrifice Conspiracy

5-Doomsday Journey (Ranking Mission)

6-Escape from Izu City (cursed)

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"call……"

Mo Yun sighed. From a positive perspective, he also gained something for this mission.

That is, I am basically familiar with the fighting style of the Return Realm, initially expanding the scale of the new century organization, and getting to know Xia Mei, a friend.

But in the bad terms, there should be a quarter of the curse power left in his body at this moment.

as well as.

His coma this time was undoubtedly a fuse for the situation in Jiangcheng.

As the new director of the Countermeasures Bureau, suddenly falling into a coma in his office, it sounds like a fantasy.

He could already imagine how the secret culprits and the restless ancient blood families who were mixed into Jiangcheng would react to this information.

However, if you take advantage of this opportunity, maybe this matter is not entirely a bad thing.

Mo Yun was pondering.
To be continued...