Danga's face,

Danga's tears,

They are all broken in the ripples.

Su Wu returned to the darkness where the simulator was tilted, and sat silently. After a long time, he slowly folded the blanket and put it in the safe of the Shadow World.

Put the blanket into the safe,

Some call sounded in his ears that seemed illusory and real: "Venice, Venerable..."

Danjia's voice sounded a little happy at this moment.

Su Wu shook his head and smiled.

Exit the simulation.

The computer on the desktop has just turned on now.

He opened his browser, entered the keyword "Canadian Jun Temple" to browse the many information that was derived from it.

With the few place names I wrote down in the Sims,

And some rough geography knowledge,

Su Wu quickly retrieved the information he was looking for.

He clicked in the link and found it was news.

The news pointed out that the "Taojun Temple" in a certain place will start a "fire ceremony" after a week in the real world, and the temple will pray for all living beings to eliminate disasters.

The text news also included some pictures taken in the temple.

After seeing the pictures, Su Wu confirmed that this temple was the "Taojun Temple" he opened in Zhijinshan.

The location of the Tsanjun Temple in the fundamental reality,

Su Wu soon found the most convenient way to transport to the local area.

After recording all these information one by one, Su Wu turned off the computer.

There was a knock on the door outside the living room.

He walked to the door, looked at it with his cat's eyes and saw Yun Nishang who had changed into clothes.

...

Yun Nishang, Fang Yuan and the team from the East Fifth District were several people, and stayed at Su Wu's house for three or four hours before leaving.

Before leaving, Yun Nishang cleaned Su Wu's living room, which saved Su Wu a lot of trouble.

He walked into the bathroom,

Washed my face.

After checking that the doors of each room were locked, I returned to the bedroom.

The shadows under the feet are squirming,

A pitch-black python suddenly stood up, opened his mouth to swallow him, and took him into the shadow world.

It was covered in darkness everywhere.

In this darkness, Su Wu's gaze was not affected at all, and he walked slowly here.

His footsteps echoed in the shadow world.

There is a glimmer of light projecting in from the reality of the gap between the shadows,

Reflecting the safe that falls in a corner of the shadow world.

Deep in endless darkness,

A man whose limbs were tangled by shadows and could not move at all.

The man is wearing a torn burgundy suit,

Describes with withered cheekbones,

The whole body was filled with strong strange charm, and it looked like it was in the near future.

This middle-aged man who loves to wear various suits is Cui Xun, who was caught by Su Wu and thrown into the shadow world after being rarely paid attention to.

He is the confidant of Zhang You, among the five major inspections of the Weird Prison.

Cui Xun heard the sound of footsteps coming from the darkness, and he tried hard to raise his head. Seeing Su Wu approaching, he immediately burst out with light in his dim eyes: "You can't hold on anymore, right?

The Li Gui in my body is about to recover.

If you don’t let me leave here, you will definitely not be able to bear the Li Gui you can accommodate, right?!

Ha ha……"

Calculate the time, in fact, Choi Hoon was locked in a shadow world for less than a week.

During this week, he relied on the weird and weird charm he had accommodated, and did not eat or drink.

Crazy use of your own wise abilities,

Trying to get out of the shadow world.

However, during this week,

Su Wu's experience is much richer than him.

The improvement in strength was far beyond his imagination.

He didn't know Su Wu's experience,

When he saw Su Wu walking into the shadow world and taking the initiative to meet him, he thought that his struggle over the past week had played a role, and the other party could not bear the violent and weird impact he released.

Decided to let myself go.

In fact—from beginning to end, Su Wu didn’t feel that he could not bear the impact of the ghost hand at all.

It was really after he had taken a look at everything,

I only remembered that there was a living person in the shadow world.

Listening to Cui Xun's somewhat nervous laughter, Su Wu's face was covered with ancient wells.

Cui Xun was tortured by Li Gui, who was accommodated by himself, and was tortured by the shadow world. When she saw Su Wu, she felt a sense of ecstasy in her heart. She did not dare to provoke and stimulate Su Wu too much.

Whether to let go of yourself or not is always in Su Wu's hands.

"Can you tell me how long has it been outside?

It's too dark here, and I can't tell the difference between day and night." After the excitement, Cui Xun's voice seemed very sluggish.

When he spoke to Su Wu, he also brought some requests.

Su Wu said, "It's almost three or four days, not too long."

"It's only three or four days..." Cui Xun's expression was dazed for a moment.

His eyes drooped slightly,

Seeing the dark shadows around, black lines began to flow silently.

The next moment,

A cold steel needle appeared in Su Wu's hand.

A wisp of subtle and strange rhyme flowing—a breath that is completely different from the strange rhyme that is filled with this shadow world, wrapping around the black thread and passing through the pinhole of the steel needle.

Su Wu pinched the steel needle and held up the improved five-inner can in his other hand.

The photograph took a wisp of Cui Xun's weird rhyme and filled it into the five-inner jar.

Soon, the note carved with Cui Xun's fate was held in his hand.

Three or nine cents.

Not over the fate of four taels.

He threw down the note and stabbed the steel needle in his hand towards Cui Xun's chest!

"What are you doing?!"

"ah!"

"Give me aside, I won't do the right thing with you anymore, just spare me!"

...

For more than ten minutes thereafter, Cui Xun's miserable howl always echoed in the shadow world.

More than ten minutes later,

Cui Xun's chest was sewn with black thread, and inexplicable patterns were stitched.

The weird rhyme that he had originally flowed around and was almost unable to suppress was suppressed by these ghost craftsmen's silk threads, and there was no more explosion.

Cui Xun's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear when he looked at Su Wu.
To be continued...