The Lord of the Underworld

Zhao Qi stopped talking.

She clasped her finger nervously, her expression blank and blank.

"Sorry... She interfered with your normal plan. Let me do the rest."

The old policeman slightly nodded towards Luo Zhifeng, and took the record himself, and met Luo Zhifeng's request without any delay.

Zhao Qi waited until the veteran policeman had done the thing and remained there.The old policeman called her slightly dissatisfied: "Let's go, what are you doing there?"

She just kept following up.

Luo Zhifeng saw that the black gas overflowing from Zhao Qi's body was finally reduced to tiny particles invisible to the naked eye, completely disappearing before his eyes.

As the black particles disappeared, the obvious anger on Zhao Qi's face disappeared.She seemed to have just suddenly reflected on what bad things she had done.

What are the black particles?

Luo Zhifeng squinted his eyes, combined with Yu Shi's memory, he came up with a conjecture.

The live broadcast system was huddled in the corner, watching Luo Zhifeng not open the live broadcast and doing these unscrupulous things, his mouth seemed to be blistered by the anxious anger.

Immediately afterwards, it opened its eyes wide, and watched in disbelief that Luo Zhifeng easily pulled something out of the void.

It felt that its database had lost a section out of thin air, and the thing Luo Zhifeng pulled out was the "dialogue of the dead" it generated due to lack of energy!

He could actually surpass himself and snatch away the props used to deceive the Raiders!

how come?How could the host have this ability?!

how is this possible!

There was a momentary disorder in the data of the live broadcast system, and it was clouded with anger.If it were changed to normal, it would definitely have taken non-death methods such as electric shocks to the host as a means of punishment for them to offend the system and overstep.

After all, the host has the same perception in the databases of all systems-they are high-interest, but non-reusable objects.

No matter how much the host’s abilities have improved after experiencing several worlds of exercise, if the system makes them die, they will have to die.At the same time, the host must not cause any substantial damage to the system.

Hosts always feel that they will become a powerful existence that can communicate with the system on an equal basis after their strength increases, but in fact, as early as when they signed a contract with the system, they were tied to a slave dog chain around their necks.

For the host, the system is the absolute dominator.

Slaves can only kneel down and kiss their masters on the insteps. Where can they be qualified to look at their masters?

Those who dare to resist the system die; those who intend to harm the system, the contract backlashes the soul and die-the host and the system have always been such a deformed existence.

What is above the three thousand worlds, this was a scam from the beginning!

But... the live broadcast system looked at Luo Zhifeng insidiously, and subconsciously shrank his body back.I don't know why, it always has a slight fear of this host.

Obviously it is an existence under absolute control, but in turn it fears an "object"!

It doesn't even dare to act rashly, why?The live broadcast system couldn't find any reason. It could only watch Luo Zhifeng spread out the "Dialogue of the Dead" and communicate with Yu Shi's soul.

Luo Zhifeng placed his hand gently in the hair, blocking the cold sight of the live broadcast system.

He wrote the first line in the dialogue of the dead to communicate with Yu Shi's soul.

[Hello there.]

[Are you the one who occupies my body?Please save my brother, don't let him die before my eyes, and...stop Fei Hongwen, his fantasy city will only bring disaster!!please--]

A line of intense tone appeared out of thin air on the dialogue record.

[Calm down, you are too weak.]

As Luo Zhifeng said, Yu Shi's soul was so weak that it seemed to die at any time, like a bubble that would break with a single poke.

But even in such a situation, Yu Shi is still asking for help when the person occupying his body is not sure whether it is good or bad.

——Helpless and desperate for help.

The corners of Luo Zhifeng's lips were slightly raised, and the tip of the pen lightly tapped: [I need your cooperation——]

The most intuitive experience given to him by the future in Yu Shi's dream is still up to him as the client.

[As you see in the future, are people obsessed with and blindly following Fei Hongwen, like a group infected with a virus, wanting to give their lives to Fei Hongwen?]

[Yes, there are even groups of suicides, they are simply fanatical...like taking Fei Hongwen as a god who controls everything and needs them to worship!] Yu Shi "written" it out.

[So, when Fei Hongwen writes in front of the audience, have you ever noticed the special place of the paper he used?]

Luo Zhifeng guided gradually.

Yu Shi slowed down for nearly a minute, describing: [The paper he used is yellow, there is no such kind of paper on the market, it feels like a special order.I, I once seemed to smell something burning with flames on his paper.]

Luo Zhifeng raised his eyebrows.

He wrote: [Fei Hongwen has never noticed such bold plagiarism of other people's works?He has always been happy and happy, probably because he has used some means to cultivate his readers into a child Gu, and he is the mother Gu who manipulates the mind.Will paper be this medium?]

His fingertips touched the rough yellow paper of the dialogue of the dead.

[Similarly, Fei Hongwen took the plagiarized work to write, then how did he get the recognition of fantasy power?He is afraid that he doesn't even know the original author's writing, right?] Luo Zhifeng looked down, [So...]

[and so?]

"Haha..." Luo Zhifeng said aloud, "Fei Hongwen is very likely to have personal belongings of the author of his plagiarized work, or...other."

[Yes, it is!It is very possible--!]

At the same time, Fei Hongwen kept a steady attitude with a smile and said goodbye to an important reader who had just come to visit.

He frowned as soon as he closed the door, and after looking around to make sure there was no eyeliner around, he walked into his bedroom and slowly pressed a dark room mechanism.

Fei Hongwen opened the door of the dark room and walked in. The bright yellow light inside suddenly turned on, allowing the high-intensity glass display case to reflect the dazzling light.

This is not like a cold and hidden dark room, but like a small museum.In each glass cabinet there is a book, a volume of poems, and a painting.

Every object has been carefully preserved and placed in various custom containers.

Throughout the past, the works of celebrities who don't seem to exist in this small world are all big movies.Only Fei Hongwen, who discovered this place with his golden finger "library", knew that this small world did not have these celebrity masters, but because the civilization was broken!

The once brilliant, dazzling and enduring culture is lost in history and is no longer known to others.

So people in this small world today don’t know Li Bai or Du Fu... the history they know actually begins after the dynasties!

But these time-honored and beautiful cultures have not completely disappeared. This exquisite storage secret room is a cultural treasure preserved by the people of that era.

They hope that later generations can discover this dark room and unearth a once glorious civilization——

They even engraved a gilded sentence on every glass lid.

But predecessors would not have thought that the one who discovered these things would be a copyist from another world!Fei Hongwen naturally concealed their existence, took them as his own, and...used these priceless treasures to satisfy his own desires.

He stared at a glass cover and murmured: "Yu Shi's work cannot be written for the time being. I can't let myself have too much time. The readers are a bunch of damn people." I would never let them have Chance to forget me!"

"So—" Fei Hongwen approached, raised the fire axe in his hand, and smashed one of the glass covers with a bang!

"I burn these celebrities' real works into ashes to make paper, and I can write on them to draw celebrity works that can turn fantasy into reality!" Fei Hongwen showed a little red thread in his eyes. If anyone is here, just It can be found that he is showing an extremely ecstatic and smug smile.

This is not the first time he has done it!

Fei Hongwen raised the lighter with one hand very skillfully, and set the bright and hot flame on the "Manuscript of Sacrifice to Nephew"!

Under Fei Hongwen's joyful smile, the gilt tip that was destroyed in half next to it seemed to be stained with a red and eye-catching "blood".

The paper was rolled up by the flames and turned black... Pieces of fly ash were carefully picked up by Fei Hongwen.

The damaged gilt gold font seemed to be distorted, and it seemed to have been burned by the flames with the blessings of the predecessors.

We hope that people who discover here can cherish them.They are a symbol of an era and an incomparable treasure.

We hope it can be passed on. This is our only wish and blessing.

——Civilization is immortal.

Perhaps a line of small characters was burned together-[In xxx years, the xxx organization set fire to try to burn this place, xxx, xxx... We used our bodies to extinguish the flames and were buried in the flames with the believers.

The last guardian died.

From now on... This place will be completely sealed, waiting for the day when future generations will discover it.

xxx. Guardian Death Pen.]