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◎Hundred rivers and rivers are drawn into the painting, hot and cold blood shaves bones and hatred. ◎

In the crack, everyone decided to spread out and explore, but because of Fang Xiuzhi's sudden disappearance, they fell into chaos.

Ge Shang sensed that the situation was wrong, and the zombie who was supposed to lead Fang Xiuzhi showed that the person disappeared suddenly, which might have triggered a certain mechanism, so it added a bit of inexplicable and unexplainable weirdness.

Even though Fang Xiuzhi is not the young master of the Fang family, the Fang family also began to investigate the replacement identity...

But just based on the other party's contribution to Huaxia during these days, the superiors strongly demanded that Ge Shang must find a way to keep Fang Xiuzhi.

Besides, Fang Xiuzhi behaved very modestly and gently after arriving in Qinghai.

He neither made enemies nor had any grievances with them, and contributed to the harmonious coexistence of humans and zombies in Qinghai.

Now that something happened because of the situation of exploring the rift, it is necessary to find the person out of emotion and reason.

"It's so strange. Didn't it mean that this rift is friendly to zombies?" Kunli looked at the zombies in charge of chasing Fang Xiuzhi and leading the way in confusion, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure the zombies in your base are all original?"

Although humans and zombies have the same origin, from a rational point of view, everyone really understands that it is completely different inside.

No matter how much you try to cover up or use beautiful words to bypass, the result is so realistic.And each zombie's experience is different. If you really want to say that everyone is as close to human beings as Ge Shang, and came from the same base, no one will believe this statement.

"Kunli!"

Ge Shang returned anxiously, but he didn't want to let Kunli splash dirty water on himself at this time.

The tall and burly zombie squinted his eyes, his pale eyes showed an evil red, he looked quite unhappy, and the nails on his ten fingers even began to grow slowly...

"If you feel the same way, find someone with us and stop talking sarcastic!"

Fortunately, Fang Xiuzhi and his Hundred Ghosts disappeared together. At the very least, the other party needs to have people and materials at hand. In the short term, it is estimated that there is no need to worry too much about safety issues.

However, even the zombies themselves have not figured out this gap, and now that such a change has occurred, no one has a good idea.

"Is it possible that the previous earthquake caused the problem of the cracks to be beyond the scope of your knowledge, but may have separated the cracks and made them more complicated?"

Kun Li remembered that Fang Xiuzhi had made a similar suggestion to Ge Shang before, asking them not to get lost in the forked road in the crack.

Although it is not very clear whether the zombies took this matter to heart, Fang Xiuzhi is also not a person who would suggest casually, and Kunli thought that there must be some signs that forced Fang Xiuzhi to make such an action.

"Of course we did, and we let you down because we didn't find any problems."

Ge Shang glanced at Kun Li unhappily, and said coldly:

"I can guarantee that there are no other zombies, and we have not let people who are not from the base come in and out, let alone everyone sent by the military."

"Boss, here's a discovery."

Just when they were about to quarrel, a puzzled voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

──And some hoarse hums, which sounded a little bit more familiar.

Ge Shang and Kun Li immediately stopped the fire and stopped fighting, and both walked towards the zombie.

The people who found the problem mainly noticed that there were many small animals in the cracks, and they were the ones that Fang Xiuzhi 'painted'.

After all, after staying together in Qinghai for so long, everyone has more or less received small gifts made of paintings. No matter how different the five senses of the zombies are, they can still be recognized.

──Because of the worry of avoiding personal abilities from interfering with the function of the rift, everyone tacitly did not use their abilities before entering.

That is to say, the small animals that are seen running all over the ground must have been drawn by Fang Xiu...even after he disappeared.

So can it be said that as long as they follow along to find out where these animals appear from, they will be able to find Fang Xiuzhi?

"I still don't feel right."

Ge Shang carefully looked at the struggling old pig in his hand, took a deep breath, shook his head at the expectant crowd,

"You all know Fang Xiuzhi's painting style. From the appearance of these small animals, it can be seen that it does not match him in terms of age or mottled condition."

"Perhaps this can explain that someone from the human side may have mixed into the team, or sneaked into the crack, and intends to pretend to be the young master to confuse our attention..."

Kun Li was puzzled, if the other party's goal was actually Fang Xiuzhi's painting, it would be unreasonable to say so.

"The young master has been in Qinghai for so long. Even if he has enemies in City B or City T, they don't need to remember it for so long. They deliberately sneaked in to kill him at this time, right?"

"What's more, is it so easy for you to pretend to be a supernatural power? Don't be stupid."

"The supernatural ability of making paintings come true may not be able to be produced a hundred years later. Who knows if it will be due to the changes brought about by the interference of the rift?"

Especially since this is an investigation that the higher-ups pay the most attention to, wouldn't it be too much to infiltrate and murder without hiding from the heavy blockades that the higher-ups have set up outside Qinghai?

With such a strong ability, wouldn't it be faster to build a base directly, or kill Fang Xiuzhi directly?

"I also don't think it's necessarily a conspiracy."

The zombie who found Old Fragrance Pig thought for a while and said to Ge Shang:

"Boss, do you still remember that we found that the speed and efficiency of practicing here are faster than outside?"

"And some people get better the more they practice, and some people get worse the more they practice. Although we haven't figured out the rules, it can also show that there is no absolute."

"If there is a difference in the flow time of the aisle in the middle of the rift, it is only because we are zombies that we receive less interference... that is not impossible!"

There are no precise words for what the subordinate said, but the meaning it represents is not difficult for everyone to understand.

For a moment, everyone fell into silence. Following this way of thinking, they always felt that this rift, which was originally very sure, had become an unknown big mouth, devouring all their positive desires.

"Since this is the case, no matter whether there is a mastermind behind the scenes or not, we have to follow the frequency and direction of the appearance of these animals to find people."

Ge Shang thought for a while and said to Kunli:

"For the sake of stability, it's best for your people to stay here, and let our zombie side be the main force to find them."

After all, the rift appeared because of the zombies.

So far, the zombies are really the only ones that don't have too much trouble doing anything here.

Even if Kunli and the others are born with the ability to perceive and avoid danger, it is not guaranteed to be foolproof.

"I'll go with you."

Why doesn't Kunli know?But for some reason, his intuition told himself that it is best to follow the past right now, maybe he can find something useful to the Songtsan Lubi tribe, and even himself.

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At the bottom of the sea, the Zombie King finally followed those clingy friends, and came to the depths of the Arctic Sea with a gloomy expression.

Then, his originally calm expression gradually changed as he went deeper into the bottom of the sea.

Everyone has learned that the deepest trench in the world is not here in the North Pole.

But the Zombie King has the ability to have several vests, so during the dive, he has been monitoring his own condition, and thus unexpectedly discovered that there are many things beyond imagination.

For example, many creatures that should be extinct are roaming leisurely around them.

For example, the seabed is not pure black, but various blue, and there are more fluorescent algae, fungi, and animals to provide them with lighting.

Another example is that the depth of the Arctic Sea is not as originally understood, and the temperature is not as low as imagined, and even turns from cold to hot, and then hotter.

──If you say that this is a hot spring and a volcano, the Zombie King will believe it.

【Where are you taking me? 】

The way to dive seems to be endless. Zombie King felt that if he hadn't been in good physical condition and had specially learned to fight against deep-sea phobia, he would have collapsed at about this moment.

Voice, can't hear.

The field of vision is a faint blue.

Smell, no.

Tactile, no.

Taste, what you eat is full of salty fishy smell.

The sea monsters could naturally feel the king's dissatisfaction and anxiety.

But the end of this trip is ahead, they finally thought about it, and could only rub the king with their greasy skin soothingly, hoping to make the other party calm down.

──Unfortunately, not only is this useless, but it also makes the other party even more disturbed.

[Otherwise, you will give me a reminder after waiting? 】

It happened that something happened to Fang Xiuzhi, the Zombie King thought about it, and thought that turning his consciousness to that side first might make his situation better.

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"This sample comes from the deep sea, and at the same time allows us to see the structure of the first generation of zombie viruses."

"The reason why it is the first generation is because the power of infection is very, very strong, and it is replaceable, and even transfers thoughts and realizes others."

"That is to say, if we humans were the first to encounter this version of the zombie virus, perhaps the global death toll would be several times higher than it is now."

In City B, Dr. Mingyu was eloquently showing his latest research results through projection and screen pen, and kept telling how miraculous the samples Fang Xiuzhi sent him were.

Although according to the normal process, such an epoch-making discovery can only be counted if both parties are present at the same time.

However, the importance of this report and Fang Xiuzhi's disappearance came too inopportune, so after several discussions, Dr. Mingyu decided to announce it himself first, but Fang Xiuzhi's name will be added to all the materials, which shows that the results are not intended to be monopolized .

The audience was full, with serious scientists competing with each other.

They looked at the perfectly symmetrical structure on the screen, the polygon with countless synaptic radiation synapses, and the speed of taking notes in their hands never stopped.

──Obviously there are many people who are already over half a hundred years old, but their enthusiasm for seeking knowledge and truth has never cooled down.

That's a zombie virus!

Even if it is not sure that it is 100% correct, but since Dr. Mingyu can publish a paper and stand on this podium to give a report, it is absolutely certain that it is true and someone has to endorse it.

"However, this sample came from the deep sea, which is not consistent with our initial discussion and speculation about the origin of the zombie virus."

Dr. Mingyu certainly understands that such disclosure is paradoxical and there is no way to repeat the verification. It is not appropriate for the definition of science, but he has no other choice.

"But because the person who provided the sample couldn't be contacted recently, I passed the synthesis and other tests in private, and I was convinced that at least using this as a reference target would also provide great help to the current direction of research on zombie viruses, so I decided to announced."

Everyone knows that Dr. Mingyu's research results have been remarkable and fruitful during this period of time, precisely because of a particularly courageous supernatural being.

Even in this chaotic world, he dared to run around alone, sending back samples with professional preservation techniques from time to time...but no one knew that it would be so exciting.

"Sorry, can't get in touch, does it mean that the other party is missing, or is there an accident?"

Chief, an older man with sharp eyes still asked in a deep voice.

Although this did not help much with today's research results, it was indeed a question that everyone present was very concerned about, so they all silently put down their hands that were originally raised to ask questions, and looked at Mingyu eagerly.

Such talents are hard to come by, especially when a large number of scientists are expected to be sent to Qinghai in the future, which is the time when the other party's efforts are needed.

Whether it's experience sharing, or hiring the other party to the military, in short, being able to absorb it into the team is definitely a great thing.

──Perhaps, Dr. Minyu's previous recruiting posture was wrong?

"Actually, you are very familiar with this person, and he lost contact with me in Qinghai."

Everyone is a colleague. Everyone knows about the big case that the Academy of Sciences will launch recently, and how many people have signed up can be estimated by just looking at their expressions.

Although Fang Xiuzhi is inextricably linked with the Fang family.

But the other party's ability can withstand the test of wind and waves, which is what many people want to recruit and ask for advice.

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now, because the project team didn't know until after they arrived in Qinghai that Fang Xiuzhi, Ge Shang and others had been unable to contact each other for more than 20 days, and they couldn't even find any clues.

The cracks that lured the zombies to evolve and lured people to approach them were tightly closed like clam shells. No matter how the military personnel sent them to tease them or use crystal nuclei to lure them, it didn't work.

Everyone around did not dare to dig, for fear that the people below would be trapped.

And after using the most powerful detectors to explore, they also found to their astonishment that the abdominal cavity of this mountain range could not even be photographed──

All the data show that this is an unremarkable mountain group around Qinghai. Both the soil quality and the vegetation are very ordinary, and there is no value for research at all.

But all the people from the Qinghai tribe and the zombie base, and even the ghosts left behind by Fang Xiuzhi, were completely sure that this was where the missing team finally entered the crack.

"If this is the case, should we send more people there in advance?"

"That's right, there is also a medical team. Let's find out if there are traces of hypnosis in the Qinghai area?"

"It may also be a magnetic field, after all, Qinghai..."

"Why don't you find another group of geologists to go there? I feel that there should be special terrains that are currently unknown..."

Scientists have their own thinking, especially now that a group of people have discovered that their abilities are in the brain domain, whether it is mental power or the ability to calculate data, it has surpassed the reach of computers.

Perhaps, with their own efforts, different conclusions can be obtained, and even new discoveries may be made.

"Actually, the reason why Dr. Mingyu agreed to submit this research report today is precisely because the higher-ups have such a plan."

A man who had been sitting in the corner since the beginning of the meeting, who was unusually silent, suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Qinghai has been a project that China wanted to develop since before the end of the world, but it was forced to run aground due to various difficulties, but it is time to show our resilience and perseverance."

After everyone saw his appearance clearly, there was a burst of 'buzzing' whispers, as if they were quite surprised by his identity.

When the apocalypse just happened, the Fang family set out as representatives of China's most trusted special forces to search for the origin of the apocalypse. At the same time, they carried a large and important strategic material, which was prepared as a way out for China's desperate situation.

However, they disappeared, leaving only one child identified as the youngest son of the Fang family, who appeared in T City in an unimaginable manner.

But in the end, the "cousin" Qi Muyuan found the real Fang Xiuzhi, not the real Fang Xiuzhi, but Fang Xiuzhi with the same name and surname. Now he lives far away from the hustle and bustle and lives in Qinghai.

──According to the military's tracing and efforts to search for undamaged cameras everywhere, the real Fang Xiuzhi has entered the sea at an unknown place and has not returned yet.

"This person is the only Fang family member who stayed in the military after the Fang family completed their mission."

Wu Wei paid special attention to Fang's family because of the young master's affairs. Even after being kicked out for having a fake identity, Wu Wei never changed Fang Xiuzhi's attitude.

Instead, through Dr. Mingyu's relationship, Wu Wei, Sun Liang and others explored Fang Xiuzhi's relationship with the Fang family in City B.

There will not be two identical people in this world, let alone have the same memory, the same fate trajectory, and the same habits.

Even twins are the same, no matter how similar they are, after passing through a life node, the two will also have a clear 'differentiation'.

"We didn't want to find out why that person pretended to be Xiuzhi, but because the supplies in Xiuzhi's hands were indeed lost, and we also needed to find them."

The members of the Fang family looked upright, and their manner of speaking seemed to be very calm,

"Xiuzhi's final disappearance was on the beach near the sea in T City. So far, we have searched countless things around but there is no sign of him. Therefore, we hope that we can start with Mr. Fang from Qinghai."

After all, if Fang Xiuzhi wants to pretend to be his identity, he can even 'fool' his cousin Qi Muyuan. He is sure that he knows the youngest son of the other party's family well.

Now that the youngest son of the Fang family has been confirmed missing into the sea, he upholds the idea that he must see people alive and dead bodies, and it is better to find clues about the missing supplies. The military and the Fang family must see Fang Xiuzhi no matter what. one side.

"But the fact that Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian murdered Fang Xiuzhi earlier is a fact. This also proves that they don't care about Fang Xiuzhi himself. Will you be misled?"

Dr. Mingyu frowned, thinking that Fang's family was just doing bad things.

"Since this is the case, do you still believe Qi Muyuan's words? Maybe he just thinks that T City will soon be merged, and he doesn't like Wei Ziqian monopolizing the overall situation, so he wants to make everyone happy?"

"We all know that you have a very good relationship with Mr. Fang, and we also hate Qi Muyuan's behavior...As the Fang family, we are worried about what happened to Mr. Fang before, but we hope you can forgive me. of our will."

The Fang family saw the sincerity of the words, but every word and every sentence was heartbreaking.

It was obvious that they had endured too much pressure from above alone, so they planned to divert part of their attention to others.

"Since finding someone is the consensus of both of us, why not focus on a single point first, and then disperse the discussion?"

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Fang Xiuzhi, who was being discussed by everyone, sneezed again. They stood in a quaint grotto, surrounded by Buddha statues one after another.

Tsing Yi and the five ghosts have a bad expression, as if they feel that ghosts and Buddhas are incompatible, even if they are not affected, their characters are destined not to like this place.

"Ah, the air seems a bit salty." Plague Ghost sniffed his nose, his facial features full of tumors and pustules wrinkled together, looking a little wretched, "Master, are we going to some seaside from Qinghai? right?"

Although judging from the landform, it is not impossible...to a place similar to the seaside.

But to be serious, they were all walking around just now, and they couldn't feel the changes and directions above at all, so it would be better if it was such a coincidence?

"Then it can't be that Qinghai has a large area, and we can go around from the east to the west at most?" Tsing Yi slapped Wen Gui's head in displeasure, slapped his hand full of juice, and asked Ke Gui to wash it in displeasure .

"It's hard to say, everyone, don't rush to disperse, let the little guy help us find the way."

Fang Xiuzhi found out that after falling into a new fork in the road, the little white bird that was supposed to be a communicator lost contact with the outside world, so he took it back by mistake, and now he just released it to work.

Through the eyes of the birds, Fang Xiuzhi guessed that the size of the nearby Buddhist caves is not small, and it may even be a part of China's history that has been covered up by yellow sand and time.

It can be seen that there are people who visit regularly, and there is a sense of enchantment. Regarding this, Fang Xiuzhi admits that he is not so panicked, at least he doesn't have to worry about going out for ten or twenty years.

"So, if this place is still in Qinghai, then it is Songtsan's secret place of worship compared to their tribes; or it is around Dunhuang, but the location is slightly different from what you understand, right?"

When the ghosts were on the ground before, they followed the little zombies in the tribe and the base and learned some basic knowledge of China with their master.

So they gathered together, murmured and drew a map on the ground, cross-referenced left and right, and groped for crustal changes, and finally...no results.

"Stop guessing, just figure out a way to get out, won't you know everything?"

Fang Xiuzhi was really speechless to them, and they needed to discuss such a small matter.

But the ghosts are becoming more and more 'alive', this may be the best way for Fang Xiuzhi to judge the change of his abilities.

"However, the Buddha statues in this Buddhist cave are very special. Should I copy a few first, maybe I can use them directly after a while?"

"I think it's better for you to draw a few more for us to use, and we don't have to adapt to the changes of abilities." The poor ghost looked at the master sincerely and said.

"My luck is good, master, would you like to talk to me a little more, so that we may stand back in front of the crack gate after we go out?" The rich ghost also echoed.

"Well, I think we can think further. Master, if you draw Wei Ziqian, maybe you can use a space gate to teleport back to before the end of the world?" Greedy Ghost said with a serious smile to his master.

Although he didn't quite understand why these guys were so repulsive to the Buddha statues in the cave, Fang Xiuzhi understood what they meant completely, so he didn't insist anymore.

They lighted more lanterns and torches again, first carefully distinguishing whether these Buddha statues have mechanisms, and then went to explore the way through the guest ghosts, found a way to go up, and set off.

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At the bottom of the sea, the zombie king also lost his sense of direction because of his constant diving.

Because the two sides also fell into a state of being unable to judge, he simply went back and forth between the two sides.

The temperature of the sea water is rising, even reaching close to sixty degrees.

The number of surrounding sea monsters also decreased sharply due to lack of endurance, and only a few sea monsters remained to accompany the king persistently.

[Is there really something here? 】

The Zombie King really can't understand, nature... or some predecessors, have the ability to reach such a strange place alone?

The sea monsters could understand that such a long sneak distance would make the king feel impatient, so they swayed from side to side, and began to pick up some gadgets around them for the king, and said that they would arrive in more than half an hour.

And the Zombie King looked at the familiar 'Lotus Seal' in his hand, and always felt that there seemed to be a certain place... It didn't seem so good?

──He is very sure that when he was writing "City of Doomsday", he absolutely did not eat anything weird, nor was he dreamed by any weird thing!

This, really, can't be, he wrote, something!

But things will not change according to the Zombie King's will, because the sea monsters surrounded his body and rushed to a tall space raised by twelve ice edges.

It was a light blue space that had never been seen in the deep sea, and it was scorchingly ignited with a large amount of light.

The Zombie King even had to forcefully close his eyes at one point, blinking constantly, until he could finally adapt to the too bright light here.

Since the Zombie King and Fang Xiuzhi share the same memory, he can also clearly see that there are countless Buddha statues sitting and standing under the twelve ice edges.

The Buddha statues are either sitting down, standing upright, half kneeling, or lying on their sides. Even the faces are different, but they also carry a hint of sacredness.

──And the 'Lotus Seal' that the sea monsters held in the hands of the Zombie King came from a Buddha statue whose hand had been cut off.

【here......】

The pictures were so similar that the Zombie King couldn't help but think too much.

He didn't need the sea monsters to urge him, he naturally knew where he should go.

On the central square surrounded by twelve ice edges, one can see a coffin lying quietly in it.

The coffin was melted by frost, and there was a pen lying quietly inside, which seemed to be urging the zombie king to take it out.

[Is this too ridiculous?After such a big fight, is it just for a pen in the end? 】

The zombie king's footsteps were a little stiff, and he kept moving forward involuntarily.

Wherever you go along the way, there are sea monsters coming to worship the ground, and the temperature of the sea water is gradually slowing down, but it can be found through the refraction of light that the water here is gradually becoming scarce.

The realm in the sea, the sea in the realm, where is the virtual and where is the real?

[But, is it really that easy? 】

Just as the zombie king came back to his senses and stood in front of the coffin, his mind suddenly realized this.

He never forgot what problems he needed to solve when he came to this world, and he didn't miss every task that he planned to do.

From the beginning to the end, the goal is clear, and I don't want to cause extra complications, let alone have more entanglements with people in this world.

It's just that fate seems to like a joke?Because the Zombie King discovered that no matter how he was the creator of the world, there seemed to be some parts that could not be regulated and intervened.

[Why does such a thing exist?And why would you want me to have it? 】

While the zombie king was deep in thought, the sea monsters outside who found that the king was unwilling to pick up the paintbrush all raised their heads nervously or worriedly, and bumped into each other.

──They have tried their best to protect the Shanhebi for many years for the king, so that when the world needs it, they can let the king take back the Shanhebi, so that they can re-establish the rules for the world and rewrite their original destiny. !

──Besides, this sum was originally left by the king, so many uninvited guests sneaked up to snatch it, and they all killed and drove away!

──If the king doesn't take it, then their protection is meaningless, and the king can't fully awaken the power, right?

──The king is the pioneer of this world, the sneak guide for human beings and all creatures, and the salvation for them to get rid of the shackles of the present!

[So... is this my thing? 】

The Zombie King could vaguely feel that the fragments of the Notebook Fairy were slowly heating up.

Fang Zhuofu was really worried about this guy who had been out of touch since the time he started time-traveling.

But, is it possible?

If these worlds are not just the worlds written by Zhuo Fu, but real existence... Then how should these stories be viewed after Zhuo Fu?

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"Ah, we have come to an end again." Tsing Yi wiped off the sweat on his forehead, frowned, and said helplessly to the master behind him: "It seems that the crack was really not created by others. Where is Ge Shang? What are you doing?"

"I don't think this 'Qinghai Culture' exists, maybe it's his messing around!"

But everyone knows that this is just anger.

Because Ge Shang was only a second lieutenant in the base before the apocalypse, and after the apocalypse, he was a rational zombie based on his loyalty to China.

From which point of view, including Ge Shangzhong asking Fang Xiuzhi and the others to build and develop Qinghai, so as to gain the attention of the higher-ups... It is not for him, but for Huaxia.

"Take a look, Plague Ghost." At this moment, Fang Xiuzhi suddenly made such a request, and then circled a location with a paintbrush, "Take a look here."

All the ghosts trusted Fang Xiuzhi very much, they acted immediately when they heard what he said, while Tsing Yi opened an ink-black enchantment to prevent the sudden change from affecting the master.

This is a reclining Buddha whose hand was broken for some reason. The other party has kind eyebrows and downcast eyes, but for some reason, it looks very familiar to people.

The evil ghost and the rich ghost were discussing quietly behind, and they also tried to discuss the mystery of the reclining Buddha through the changes of the Buddha statues just passed, so as to make the owner "see them differently".

──Anyway, even 1 of them would not believe it if they decided to break it because it was the end again.

"Be confident, this Buddha statue looks just like its owner, don't doubt it."

As a poor ghost who would not let go of any details, he spoke with difficulty, as if he himself had already been shocked by this.

"But it's strange to say that the master himself doesn't seem to notice."

But thinking about it carefully, Fang Xiuzhi was not a person who paid special attention to his appearance before.Even when he was in T City, he never thought of using his external conditions to achieve any convenience.

Even when Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian asked someone to search for and make their own clothes and design Yaori's team uniform, Fang Xiuzhi didn't seem to care. .

With a sound of 'click', accompanied by the turbulent sea water rushing in, a group of huge figures jumped into view, and the ghosts immediately became vigilant.

──Except for Fang Xiuzhi who rushed forward suddenly.

【then! 】

The sea monsters saw that their king was taking out the mountain and river pen, and lighting up the twelve prisms logically, and when he led them to the other side, he actually handed over such an important divine creation to the other side, before he had time to see the appearance clearly stranger!

But out of trust in the king, the sea monsters forcibly suppressed their uneasy emotions, and suddenly their eyes widened after the two sides were finally fully connected.

"Oh shit, this is really interesting." Greedy Ghost swallowed silently, always feeling as if he knew something he shouldn't know, and his life was about to be lost.

However, Fang Xiuzhi didn't hesitate at all. As soon as he picked up the Shanhe brush, he immediately started to paint on the ground with the dark blue seawater on the ground—

The two sides are connected, and as the real master and the existence of the new unstable factors in that world, Fang Xiuzhi immediately knows what he should do to kill Wei Ziqian's plan in the bud.

With hundreds of rivers and mountains in the painting, the blood is hot and cold, and the hatred of the bones is shaved!

In the myriad scenes of the last days, countless people's footsteps and hard work may not be able to match Wei Ziqian's hatred for life and the hatred of being let down.

But since you are here, it means that fate has its meaning after all, revenge is fine, but you should never step on the bones of others.

"Wei Ziqian, let me see what your true face is, and how to obtain the means to interfere with the trajectory of your destiny!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Xiuzhi took the Shanhe brush and took the last stroke forcefully, and then included everyone present in the painting.

──At the same time, from T City, B City, the coast, and even Qinghai, several rays of light shot over at the same time, entering the painting together with Fang Xiuzhi and the others.