Although Jingwei has been helping him modify the traces left in various monitoring equipment and registration systems, he is still not sure whether he will be found by the Whisperers.

Flying is a relatively dangerous thing. If the Whisperers or people from the Purification Society get crazy and blow up the plane, it will be completely over.

Fortunately, there was nothing abnormal after inspection.

After more than ten hours of flying, several hours of high-speed rail, and half an hour by taxi, Shen Feng had returned to his small courtyard on the outskirts of Taicheng.

I checked the basement door and found it was still firmly welded shut. Xiaoguai had indeed returned inside, but the nuclear bomb was missing from his body.

Although there are no nuclear bombs, such a heavy-duty truck should still be useful in the future.

After entering the room and sitting down on the sofa, Shen Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Still comfortable at home.

Gold silver nest nest as their own kennel.

Speaking of which, he had been away from home for a long time during this Gray Tide apocalyptic mission.

Just more than a week in the endless corridor in the end of the gray tide almost made people collapse.

Shen Feng smacked his lips and needed some self-psychological counseling as soon as possible.

Experiencing the feeling of being in control of everything in the gray tide apocalypse was very helpful for improving his willpower, but it also had some negative effects.

He doesn't want to become a monster that destroys everything.

Is it still him who swallows everything and merges into one body?

If you want to talk about how to provide guidance specifically...

Well……

Let’s eat a few plates of dumplings first…

Then there is something more serious to do...

Shen Feng's consciousness tentacles entered the Internet again, sending mission reminders to real doomsday game players around the world.

"The real doomsday game, the Gray Tide Doomsday Mission, is about to begin!"

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Chapter completed!