Master of the Stars - Chapter 1266

The “veteran” rolled over nervously.

Of course he knew that the “soul cult” that appeared on this side of the earth was a ghost-like thing. Most of them are the rulers of the Deep Blue World, a means to stigmatize the true Soul Order.

During that time, he had almost fulfilled the psychological expectation that hope would collapse, and was ready to cut off the connection with the deep blue world at any time.

Unexpectedly, the miner brothers on the dark blue world were really hard-hearted, and in despair, they grabbed a ray of life, re-established the latest version of the “shelter”, and sent someone to contact the branch to update the version.

Occasionally dreaming back at midnight, at exactly this moment, the “veteran” would think of the contact person at the headquarters who was buried in the “fish skin” and did not know his identity. He brought a new shelter, new hope…

Even if it was just a stubborn struggle in the wind and rain.

The old version of “shelter” has fallen;

In fact, the new version of the “shelter” may not be very safe.

The “veteran” even considered whether to choose the updated version of the “sanctuary” or shrink back to the original version of the “placebo” to regain the distance from the headquarters of the Soul Order.

This is not shameful, he is responsible for the hundreds of people in Hengduan Qibu, and can’t lead everyone into the fire pit just because of his stubbornness for a while.

However, he soon discovered that he could not go back.

The “shelter” provided them with shelter and raised their threshold for suffering and accidents when undergoing human experiments, but it also formed a considerable degree of dependence.

If the “versions regress”, the relatively heavy and old “placebo” can no longer resist continuously increasing experimental methods, and it is likely to cause a major collapse under the gap, unless they can escape the flat trade market in time.

There is one more terrible point:

The occupied old “sanctuary” still has a strong broadcasting force for the “old version” of the branch…maybe it also includes the ability to sense and capture.

The “veteran” sneaked a few times in the “newest” and “oldest” versions, and finally confirmed:

This is a road that is impossible to turn back.

Whether it is the miners in the Deep Blue World or the guinea pigs in the flat trade market, they either struggle to resist or lie down. Every road is paved with bones—because the other side intends to give them any way to survive.

In the end, the “veteran” chose to distribute the new “shelter” version and prepared for the situation to deteriorate further.

At that stage, Mr. Mo appeared.

The mysterious “technical master” seemed to have allowed their so-called “technician team” a bright future just because of his own likes and dislikes.

The “veteran” knows that “Hengduan Qibu” shouldn’t place hope on anyone, just like the time of living together with Luo Yuandao laboratory that has gone forever.

But he was still moved.

Wei Peisheng, the seemingly lousy training system on the street has given them some hope of jumping out of prison.

Such a good opportunity, how many can go!

Mr. Mo was just a glimpse in Hancheng, and he didn’t see him in a blink of an eye. Only some true and false news came back through the channels of the Pingmao Market and the Vagrant Exchange, and it has undergone considerable deformation.

In any case, Mr. Mo’s promised work of “appointing students” has been carried forward in an orderly manner. Although there have been repeated repetitions recently, more than 20 good children have already jumped out of the cage. This is already very good…

The new “sanctuary” is also being steadily built. Currently, it still maintains a silent communication with the headquarters. It has become an isolated island, but it will not be destroyed.

This is already very good.

But why, I always feel something is wrong recently?

My current state is not right;

Everyone’s state is not quite right either;

The whole situation is not quite right;

Where is the problem?

In the dream, information is spilled and linked, forming a misty barrier, with endless strange shadows running inside, contradicting each other, fighting each other, ups and downs.

At this moment, it’s not just the “veteran” who thinks similarly to him, accepting the asylum of the “shelter”, placing hopes in the “Wei Peisheng” system, and seeing the two as the greatest hope of changing life. In the dream, subconsciously asked:

Where is the problem?

What’s the problem?

Questioning is like a silent stream in a dark haze, beneath a thick layer of consciousness. It only needs a little warmth to melt away, and then it winds and flows between the ice cracks and the rocks, blending and converging with each other.

Finally, there was the sound of gurgling water, faintly and spontaneously, forming a turbulence that can no longer be ignored, jumping over cracking rocks, splashing broken jade, and everywhere you pass, the ground and the ground are everywhere.

Cool for a while.

But if it can’t melt into the turbulent flow of this mountain stream, it is a foreign object, and it is submerged in it, and the feeling is cold and suffocating.

Wuli woke up suddenly and sat up abruptly.

At this time, it was barely early in the morning, and it was too rare for a young man who was asleep to suddenly startled.

Next to him, the tablet screen senses his movement and automatically lights up, displaying a prompt message:

“Congratulations, the question you designed has been searched by the system with a coincidence rate of 0.2%. The search is passed and has been entered into the question bank. You have obtained the corresponding points, please log in to your account to check.”

Such a reminder always made him shake his arms before. But now seeing these words, I don’t know why, but it seems to be stuck in a nightmare that is half asleep and half awake.

Wuli froze for a few seconds, then hesitated for a moment, and finally, driven by some inexplicable impulse, he dialed the communication for the “veteran”:

“Hey, Uncle Shou, are you awake? Not asleep?

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel inexplicably.

“I… I might be in trouble.”

In the early hours of the morning, the Pingmao Market slowly rippled with uneasy ripples.

“This is a gap in levels… It’s really pitiful.”

Snake language once again returned from the “battlefield time and space”, like a fish and water snake, in the spirit ocean jointly constructed by billions of creatures, dexterously wiped the edge of the overflowing dreamland and anchored the Hancheng area.

Once again “passing through” here, feeling the dim and desperate Lingbo in the surrounding area, Snakeyu shifted its focus from the “old acquaintance” Sakaemon for the first time and shifted it toward the Pingmao Market.

With observations on the edge of “battlefield time and space”, and then corresponding, as expected, there is a different “convergence point” hidden deep in the corner of the spiritual ocean. Although it is insignificant to the extreme, it is still deep. Trapped in this common nightmare, he is treated the same as other “gods” in Hancheng.

The realm power of the Hidden Tree of Fusang God is slowly infiltrating it with pressure. In the corresponding state, all the participants related to it are probably as if being attacked by infrasound-the closer the relationship, the stronger the feeling.

Snake language is not clear, whether the true **** and the pope have noticed this inconspicuous “construction”-even if it is not exposed now, sooner or later, it is more likely that things have been exposed, just like those “gods” that seem to hang fruits on trees. Just wait for the last to swallow and digest.

The gap in levels lies here. What you think is secretive, under the combing of big data and observation from higher dimensions, it has already leaked in all directions, which is not enough.

As for why it can survive to the present, it is either unnecessary or there is another plan…

No matter what it is, the “veteran” and Hengduan Qibu have been exposed to the sight of the Amaterasu Order, and they are in danger of overturning at any time.

“Will you do it?”

Snake language this time refers to Ronan, a young man who has confirmed his tyranny and dominance in many fields, facing the “old acquaintance” of the family, and it makes no sense to sit on the sidelines.

Even if there is a high degree of close ties between the Amaterasu Cult and Li Wei, it is likely to affect the whole body. But judging from his consistent behavior of disregarding the consequences…or making others work hard to digest the consequences, the possibility of intense behavior is quite high.

However, it did not.

At least for now, the young man is still quietly guarding the edge of the “veteran” dream, watching the vaguely fragmented memory fragment, keeping a long silence.

“It looks like a discarded dog…”

Snake whispered heartbeat flashed with malicious evaluations. The next second, a tyrannical mind intervened from the air. She felt chills and instinctively sat up from a prone position, but when she squatted on the ground, she found that the instruction was unexpectedly simple:

“Let’s test it together.”

What to test?

Soon, Ronan’s instructions became more detailed.

What he gave was a lot of “homework.”

I have also read and sorted out the “veteran” dream information of snake language, and I probably know that it is some structural outlines of “placebo” and “shelter.”

Ronan’s intentions are clear:

He wants to restore a whole set of structures from “placebo” to “shelter” and trace its evolution process.

In this sense, his thinking and Li Wei’s thinking may be relatively similar.

No matter how profound Ronan’s attainments in the “Dream Entrance Method” are, and how powerful he has control over dreams. The nature of the dream is destined, and all information must be deformed in the dream.

Whether it can be restored more completely depends on whether the integrated dream resources are abundant or not; second, it depends on the professional ability in the restoration target field.

In the first item, there are only a few hundred Hengduan Seven personnel, obviously insufficient; but in the second item, Ronan’s strength in the field of “configuration” really has nothing to say.

From the return of Snake Whisper in the early morning to the rising and falling of the sun in Hancheng, over ten hours, the corresponding work plan has been adjusted and upgraded dozens of rounds, and it feels that the preset answers are getting closer and closer. The details are overwhelming.

Very smooth, similar to the fortress of the blood circle, and even simpler—this is what Maoyan said.

After all, it is a group structure, and Ronan and Snake Yu are still not enough. So Maoyan joined in the early stage, as if her fieldwork is entering a stage of adjustment, and she just has time to spare.

In the middle and later stages, after becoming more familiar with this temporary assignment and background, Maoyan put forward his opinion:

“Isn’t this supposed to find ordinary people?”

Then, Yin Le joined in, and at the same time brought in a group of congregants of the Blood Flame Cult, at all levels.

The reduction speed rushes forward.

When Hancheng enters the night again, dozens of versions of corresponding structures have been neatly arranged on the shared communication interface of a temporary structure in the spiritual realm.

From the initial version of “placebo” to the latest version of “shelter.”