Although at night, with the population density of 200 million people in Jiangnan City, there are still many pedestrians on the streets.

But the crowd coming and going turned a blind eye to the abnormalities in the alleys.

The key is that it is not only people who come out of it.

A white man, gentleman, was wearing a doctor's white coat and carrying a strange silver-white box in his hand.

A yellow man with fair skin, long legs, fashionable clothes, and extremely low-recognition appearance.

There are two bugs.

At first glance, it looks like an alien, cold carapace, smooth lines, sharp and thorny tail.

However, their shoulders and foreheads also had sharp thorns, and their eyes were filled with fierce light, and they each held a gun made of flesh and blood.

And the two insects were radiating bright light, giving them a illusory feeling.

Standing there, motionless.

The layer of light slowly poked out slender tentacles, grasping the breath of pedestrians on the road, gathering in strands and integrating into the bodies of the four reincarnations.

Gradually, their aura turned from virtual to real and became a member of the earth.

The white man was obviously relieved: "The second-class main temple - the pass to the ten directions is very effective!"

The two insects fiddled with guns and made a stern sound: "Zhaza hiss~Zhaza hiss~Naza hiss~"

This is a worm language. The white man turned on the translator and understood what they mean: "Yes, this world suppression is higher than expected, and third-level equipment cannot come in handy."

The insect's eyes became cold and he hissed: "Without equipment, the risk we take is greater than the agreement... we have to increase the money!"

"No problem, but we have not completely escaped from danger yet, sign the contract first!"

The white man raised his hand, and there was an island-like tattoo on the back of his hand, shining with glory: "The fourth-class main temple - Paradise Island, the lower-level administrator 'medical officer', applied for a contract."

The yellow-seeded man also raised his hand, and the tattoo on the back of his hand was a red lotus: "The fourth-class main temple - Rakshasa, owner of the house No. 33, Park Jung-ho, applied for a contract."

The two insects looked at each other, and the carapace in their chest and abdomen was unveiled. The altar mark appeared on the wriggling flesh and blood. He hissed in unison: "The Third-Class Main Temple - Annihilation Empire, NCO 709, NCO 184, apply for a contract."

Four rays of light rose from the mark, intertwined into balls, floating indefinitely.

The medical officer first spoke: "My goal is to obtain the clone of the protagonist Luo Feng, the protagonist of the plot, and need to sleep in the cloning slot for a world day, keep emotional stimulation and be awake."

Park Jung-ho followed closely: "My goal is to get a 'luck' of the protagonist Luo Feng."

The two non-commissioned bugs finally: "Our reward is to obtain employment expenses from the other two parties, and each pays 20,000...5,000 reincarnation points."

"You will change the price temporarily?" Park Jung-ho glared at him.

"Are you added five thousand more? It's acceptable!"

The medical officer smiled, Park Jung-ho's face changed a lot, no longer questioned, and the four reincarnationists spoke in unison:

"In the process of the task, no internal strife shall occur in any form. Except for the above goals, no exaggeration shall be caused. If an individual act causes the task to fail, all losses will be compensated by other contractors."

"Three worlds will automatically return in the future."

“The contract was successfully drafted.”

The light ball disappeared with a bang, and the scattered light chips floated into their bodies, forming another layer of protection. The four reincarnators took a tentative step and their expressions suddenly relaxed.

It was not until this moment that they had truly entered the special world - devouring the starry sky, rather than being directly wiped out by the will of the universe.

Although the world suppression is even greater than expected, even a plot-based area like Jiangnan City on Earth cannot use powerful equipment, but it is still acceptable.

"The most dangerous level has passed. The current protagonist Luo Feng is just an ordinary person, and he acts according to the plan!" said the doctor.

The two bugs added money to the contract, and the other party agreed, which made them very satisfied: "We have no problem."

Park Jung-ho said, "This world is very repulsive to non-human aliens. This is China again. You have to use Oriental skin."

The medical officer's palm flashed, and three palm-sized skins appeared, all of which were blood-red. He reached out and threw them out: "They are all temporary skins, which lasted only three days, just for this mission."

The two insects were picked up with their claws, and Park Jung-ho also took them, a little surprised.

The skin is obviously not a blind choice. This guy is prepared and is a person who can exert combat effectiveness when the technological equipment may fail.

"Use first-level temporary skin - Ouyang Ke (The Legend of the Condor Heroes)."

"Use first-level temporary skin - Ma Jun (Sha Polang)."

The two insects pressed the skin the size of a palm onto their face, and the skin immediately extended and quickly wrapped around the entire body.

In a twisted and change, the two hideous and ugly insects, one turned into a handsome young man in white, and the other turned into a policeman in the serious crime team who hated evil, were all images of oriental people.

Park Jung-ho looked at the skin in his hands, his face turned red and his heart closed: "I'll keep it first, and use it when needed."

The medical officer should not reply, because he is rich and powerful, and he takes out another piece of skin.

This skin is even more blood-red and has a pungent fishy smell.

The medical officer put it on his forehead: "Use second-order permanent skin - Kyoko Ma (Detective Conan)."

Soon, he also became a Japanese high school student with a firm face, wearing a white martial arts uniform.

All the four reincarnations became Orientals.

But Park Jung-ho still feels it is not safe, after all, their personal characteristics are too outstanding: "We need the disguise of this era."

"Leave it to us!" Two bugs covered in human skin flashed into the accommodation building on the street.

In a quarter of an hour, they returned, holding four ID cards in their hands, and several bags containing clothes and shoes.

The medical officer asked: "How did the original owner deal with it?"

"Ouyang Ke" stuck out his tongue and licked it: "Don't worry, there is no body, how can the police find it?"

"Very good!" The medical officer nodded and started changing clothes. Soon, he became four modern people, wearing casual clothes and sportswear, and was young and energetic.

Because of her high appearance, walking on the street also attracted girls to look back frequently.

They are not worried because the avatar on the ID card has also been cleverly modified and can be disguised when it is checked.

Through two layers of disguise, the four reincarnators were still dispersed, avoiding monitoring along the way and moving in one direction.

Gradually, a large number of tube buildings appeared in sight.

It was Nan'an Community, a low-rent housing community built by the government.

The home of the protagonist Luo Feng.

It's inside.

...

Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Weapon room.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of weapons colliding sounded.

Luo Feng held a blood shadow battle knife in his hand, and Xu Chao held a gentian battle gun in his hand, and was fighting.

The sword is strong and the gun is brave. The two of them are actually not very exquisite. They both open and close together, exerting their own thousand kilograms of power, making the air make a heart-shaking sound.

After dozens of violent collisions, Xu Chao felt that his strength was gradually exhausted, so he dragged his gun and left.

Luo Feng is chasing him.

However, this was a fake shot.

Xu Chao's dragon gall spear was whistling around his waist, and a whirlwind roared out. He replaced it with a gun in his left hand. While killing a back-up spear, his vacant right hand also made a classic move of Erkang, and his nostrils cooperated with Zhang Da: "Get up!"

The spiritual power surged out of the sea of ​​consciousness in the eyebrows and turned into a vague invisible palm, grabbing towards Luo Feng.

The Blood Shadow Battle Knife in Luo Feng's hand suddenly had his own ideas, and became crooked and disobeyed commands.

This is too crucial in a battle with equal strength.

But Luo Feng's expression was as usual, and hesitated to abandon the knife without hesitation, and a roar was like a knife sound.

He waved his palms like Guan Gong raising a knife, and Danfeng's eyes opened angrily and slashed down with force.

Hand knife!

One inch long and one inch long and one inch short and one inch dangerous. At this time, Xu Chao used old tricks, and his body was half a beat slower, barely avoiding twice. He was strongly attacked by Luo Feng's third strike, and he changed to an elbow and hit his chest.

"Bang!"

Xu Chao was beaten to the point of falling and flew out, squatting on his butt, and sitting on the ground.

Luo Feng tiptoed and rushed over, punched his fist and stopped three inches outside his temple: "I won!"

After signing for victory, Luo Feng opened his five fingers.

"Awesome!" Xu Chao grinned, grabbed his hand, stood up, lifted up his shirt, and saw a clear blue and red appearance on his chest.

Maybe it was because the durian was too much, so I didn’t feel much pain. I applied the ointment provided by the martial arts school, but I was a little discouraged: "My practical experience is still lacking..."

Luo Feng wiped his sweat: "Brother Chao, be content. I have been practicing hard for more than ten years and I am not discouraged by you for half a month!"

Xu Chao nodded.
To be continued...