Under the violent invasion of the disciples of the Demon Sect, one house after another in the town was kicked open.

All houses are the same.

Warm lights, on-screen TVs, steaming food, moving tables and chairs... Everything seems to have nothing happened. There is no nuclear explosion, no divine punishment, no end of the world, no damn monsters, and the clouds that will never dissipate.

However, the weird thing is that there is no one.

There is no even a ghost found.

"Report to the elder, Wang Yuan, Zhao Kai and Bai Wushuang, who were responsible for investigating the third cottage in the right corner of the northwest corner, disappeared." A disciple suddenly came to report.

Murong Yun shook the braid on his head, put his hands on his hips, tightened his floral skirt, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Immediately let the disciples go up to see, and shout secret codes at the same time, pay attention to the movements. The disciples are warned, and ten people are in a group. Each time they enter the house, there must be more than three people left behind outside the door. The disciples entering the house are separated by one, and continue to pass messages, and must not be stopped."

Many disciples immediately took the order and acted as instructed.

But similar news continues to come.

Almost all the town is blooming, and a large number of disciples who are responsible for entering the house to explore the house all disappeared suddenly.

According to the report of the disciple.

Those disciples who disappeared were still talking to them the moment before, but suddenly disappeared in the next moment without any trace.

The heavy rain continued in the town.

The arcs spreading above the dark sky occasionally sprinkled pale light, illuminating the town in the shadows like a hideous demon cave.

Although...these people who are searching for this town at this moment are the real demons.

"Blow the whistle and call everyone together, and do not act dispersed." Murong Yun said as he heard the order.

In almost ten minutes, all the disciples who had scattered throughout the town turned back and gathered in the square of the town under the corrosive acid rain.

When I came in, I must have a team of nearly 500 people.

At this time, it has actually been reduced by half.

More than three hundred people have disappeared.

Murong Yun turned his puzzled eyes to Song Qingwen.

Hopefully he can give an explanation.

However, Song Qingwen didn't care about the disappearance of his disciples at all.

He put the points he cared about elsewhere.

"If there is any power to take all the missing disciples away. Then why doesn't it come to me?"

"Is it true, what other implicit conditions do I need to meet?" Song Qingwen broke into a room, then turned around the room, turning a blind eye to the greetings of other elders.

Looking at the chair that was slowly moving away, Song Qingwen suddenly had a flash of inspiration and then sat down.

After he was seated, he instantly felt the black and white reverse, and the rotation day and night.

It was like in a moment, he had been taken to another time and space.

The people who were originally invisible all appeared in detail and truly before him.

At this time, morning news was broadcasting on the TV.

The hot-bodied female host is introducing in detail, a large-scale parade in Apple City.

The little girl with little freckles on her nose was wearing a diapers and a yellow shirt, sitting on the baby chair, looking at Song Qingwen who suddenly appeared curiously, while continuing to eat her small cake with butter on her cheeks.

There was also a sound of ping-pong in the kitchen, as if the owner of the house was cooking food.

It just sounds like the other party is not good at it and always sends out exclamations like "damn" and "bad".

Song Qingwen raised his eyes and looked out the window again.

The sun shines naturally and warmly, sprinkling on the balcony where some small flowers are planted but lacking care.

In the square opposite to the window, a sweet old couple were sitting warmly on the bench, occasionally having one or two intimate lips and teeth exchanged.

“I…spanned time?”

"I... came before the nuclear explosion?" Song Qingwen suddenly... had no reason, but he came to such a conclusion very clearly.

Since that strong man who exists in the dark can control the time difference between the two worlds.

So, it seems reasonable to send him to the nuclear explosion before the nuclear explosion...

"But why did I send me before the nuclear explosion? Why was it in this small town?" Song Qingwen became even more confused.

Of course, if it came before the nuclear explosion, he would be happier.

Because in this era, there is a complete information exchange network.

This was learned by Song Qingwen in the underground shelter of Red-haired Tom in one night.

Through this network, he can quickly gain the knowledge he wants.

Know the formula for making nuclear bombs, and even certain required conditions.

He began to search the room, and first he wanted to find something called the 'computer'.

Then try to use the "computer", connect to the network, and obtain information.

Soon, Song Qingwen locked a laptop on the dining table.

The computer screen was still on, as if the owner of the house had done half of the work, but had not finished it yet, but he had temporarily left.

Song Qingwen tried to operate the computer.

But I found that I could not touch the computer at all, and there seemed to be an inexplicable layer of ‘media’ between mesh and the laptop.

His hand passed through the computer... from the desktop.

He is like a wandering soul that appears in this world.

"This kind of operation is not allowed to be carried out yet." Song Qingwen saw such a line of big words.

"invite?"

"What invitation?" Song Qingwen began to think.

Then he tried to smile at the little girl sitting in the baby chair and express his kindness.

However, this was really too difficult for Song Qingwen.

He has been a demon cultivator, demon head, and demon king for too long, and he has long forgotten what kindness is.

He always speculates others with the greatest malicious intentions and disguises himself with the most fierce image.

The little girl who was originally just looking at Song Qingwen curiously, but was frightened by his sudden "kindness".

The small cake squeezed in his hand fell to the ground with a "splash".

The little girl looked at her empty palms, then at the cake on the ground, her eyes quickly turned red, and then tears burst out.

Woo...ah...!

Like a harsh whistle, the little girl howled at the top of her throat.

The so-called girl's crying is like a pear blossom with rain. It must be a restrained emotional release and a purposeful symbolic performance.

The really sad girl, her sharp voice when she started crying, was simply desperate.

Song Qingwen promised that if he was in a normal state, he would have broken the little thing's neck now.

A man who looked a little rough and unkempt, quickly walked out, holding a wooden spoon with butter and tomato sauce on his arms, and he didn't have time to clean it up in time.

When he saw Song Qingwen, he was obviously stunned.

Then he came forward and squeezed Song Qingwen's chubby little face with his greasy fingers.

"Irving! Are you little bastard here to seduce our little baby again?"

"Swear to God, if you cry again, I'll stuff your head into Bank's ass."

Song Qingwen looked confused at this time.

There is only one thing in my mind...

"I was actually choked?"
Chapter completed!