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Everything comes alive.

Colors appeared in this dull world, paint, neon lights, colorful, and sounds began to appear. Although it was gunshots and screams, vibrant crowds appeared, although they were robbery and gambling.

Heavy machines are also distributed one after another, one by one robotic arms, one by one aircraft moving fast on the conveyor belt.

Large screens are directly attached to the external walls, many residences are blocked, fast-forward videos are played on them, and deafening metal music is played in the speakers.

The messy and tattered flyovers were stumbling, and the strangely dressed and terrifying crowds ran around, and the scene was comparable to the smelly blood running through the messy blood vessels.

There are sensory stimulation everywhere, living, dead, and inanimate, all in clamor, as if filled with restless souls.

This underground world seems to be more and more distorted, and this distorted vitality appears very, very bright.

Here.

It is the bottom layer.

Under heaven.

Chapter 91. The Assassin's Rhapsody of the Fanwai Juvenile Deer (8)

Lu Zhengkang looked at the scenes in front of him and felt shocked and inexplicable. This kind of world, the upper level that controls everything and the bottom level with nothing, such a contrast, so evil.

"I probably understand," he said.

The picture gradually faded.

Skerry came over and patted him on the shoulder, "We still have a chance."

"Odds? You mean we can destroy this so-called heaven?"

"Yes." Skerry hugged Lu Zhengkang's shoulders and walked all the way out. They left the simulation room, entered a living room, sat on the sofa, and talked while eating snacks.

"The core of heaven is the Piece of Eden, which is an artifact from the ancient civilization of the forerunner. The people in the temple have five, and we have one, although it is damaged."

Lu Zhengkang asked, "The Pieces of Eden are golden apples, right?"

"Yes." Skerry stuffed a handful of cheese slices into his mouth, spouting a smelly air current, "Golden Apple. As long as you can find it."

"How to find?"

"Only people who have been in contact with golden apples can sense it."

"So this is a deadlock."

"Well, as long as you find the descendants of these assassins who have been in contact with the golden apple, we can use the Animus machine to trace the memories of our ancestors."

"Well, then."

"We found it."

"Isn't that great?"

"Then I lost it."

"...So it's still deadlocked."

Lu Zhengkang sighed, pushed Skerry's bad breath head away, and stood up.

"I don't belong here." He said to himself.

Lu Zhengkang turned his head and asked Skerry, "Where is my bedroom?"

Skerry pointed to a thin sensor door, "Don't go to bed, why don't we go and chat with friends?"

"Friend?" Lu Zhengkang repeated, "Friend, do I still have friends?"

"It's really bad for you to be this way." Skerry stood up and walked to Lu Zhengkang, looking at him with sad and caring eyes.

"I don't think all of this is right, do you know? I shouldn't be here!" His expression was a little broken.

"Calm down! Calm down! Would you like to take some medicine?"

Lu Zhengkang grabbed his hair, took a deep breath, and then sighed.

"Where did the descendants of the lost assassin you talk about lost?"

"At the bottom of the second heaven...wait, don't you want to go there?"

"You go with me!"

"why?"

"I don't know the way."

Seeing Lu Zhengkang starting to play with his Fenjiang Sword, Skyry suddenly numbed his scalp.

"Good good! I promised."

He picked up a tablet from the desk, entered the request, and after seeing "request accepted", he showed the screen to Lu Zhengkang.

"When will I get a reply?"

"It won't be long... well, it's passed."

The doorbell rang and Lu Zhengkang opened the door and found a package on the ground.

There was a new assassin seal inside, and Skerry approached Lu Zhengkang and said, "We are generally responsible for the intelligence work of the third heaven, but fortunately, the person in charge of the second heaven is an old friend. Say hello to him."

Lu Zhengkang pressed the seal on the wall and the portal appeared.

The two crossed a short distance and came to a whole new world.

Dark, noisy, and foul.

Here is a small alley on the ground floor. The place that was supposed to be a house has been cleared out. There are many discarded furniture around, and debris such as shabby iron plates. The walls are full of graffiti, grotesque and ugly, without artistic sense What makes Lu Zhengkang frown most is the urine stain on the wall.

Several rotten people lay in a pool of inexplicable liquid, their faces were very tranced. One of them had a bullet hole in the abdomen, but there was no bleeding, only some of the broken gears were exposed.

Skerry clutched his nose and walked out. He said as he walked, "Let's find the organizer first. That old friend is very powerful. It is said to be the descendant of the legendary assassin Jacob Fry..." He turned his head. But Lu Zhengkang disappeared, "Hey! What about people!"

Lu Zhengkang left the alley from the opposite direction. He didn’t plan to act with Skerry, because that gave him a very restrained feeling. Although Skerry was indeed a friend, he was a representative of a huge organization. He always feels uncomfortable when getting along.

He saw a tall tower made of waste piles in the middle of the shaft, with many signs hanging on it, various food stores, repair shops, and so on.

Using his hands and feet together, Lu Zhengkang climbed to the top of the tower in the eyes of people around him watching fools. Standing on a high place, he could overlook a large area around him.

Taking a deep breath of weird air, Lu Zhengkang's eyes sharpened, Hawkeye!