Ye Tingbai: "How is the situation in the city now? Are there any sudden pollutants?"

Tian Rui: "No, but the whole city is restricted by a strange rule. If we do anything out of line, we may be punished."

"Every polluted world has its own rules. This is normal. At least now we are living normally, which is already rare."

Ye Tingbai got up, stretched out his body, and left the room. The usually bustling tavern was now deserted. Except for a few permanent staff, there was no one around at all.

When he came to the street, he didn't see many people. He took a closer look at the window next to him and found a lot of wary eyes. Suddenly he heard a fierce quarrel coming from the residential building next to him, and then a woman's scream.

Call.

Ye Tingbai quickly ran towards the source of the sound and ran to the front and back of the door. Ye Tingbai kicked open the all-steel security door. When he opened the door, he saw a man with two arms lying on the floor of the living room.

A man who has been cut off.

"What happened?"

The woman pointed at the body on the floor in horror: "Just now, his hand was suddenly broken, and then... he died."

The sub-personality squatted down and inspected the man's body, and found that he had indeed died suddenly of natural causes. One of the two arms of the man that fell to the side was a mechanical creation. This was regarded as his contaminated transplanted organ. Now this part was violently

If it is cut off, the body will immediately die.

Sub-personality: "Be clear."

"It's just that he couldn't help but hit me, and then he was punished by God. It must be like this, it must be like this."

The woman looked frightened and a little crazy.

Sub-personality: "This seems to be an ordinary person, his mental state should have been abnormal for a long time."

Ye Tingbai: "This is the rule Tian Rui said. This God of Desire is really interesting. He uses this method to achieve his obsession."

This rule should not be as strict as Ye Tingbai imagined. He did not kill people at every turn, and cutting off his hand would not hurt his life. It was just that this man was so unlucky that the mechanical transplant happened to be in his arm.

The sub-personality came to the edge of the city again, and found that the place was completely shrouded in black fog. The area covered by the black fog did not even reach the city gate, making the area of ​​​​people in the harbor much narrower.

There are still many people wandering around in front of the black mist. They seem to want to go in, but they dare not.

At this time, an old man took the initiative to come up and said: "Young man, you can't enter this fog. Look over there, there are corpses. If you go in, you will die!"

Ye Tingbai looked in the direction of the old man's fingers. There were many skeletons with bright red meat scraps hanging on them. Judging from the condition of the bones, these should be people who had received mechanical transplants.

Sub-personality: "How did these people die?"

The old man had a self-satisfied expression as if he knew everything.

"Just watch, a fool just went in without listening to my advice, and he will be back soon."

The sub-personality and the old man just waited on the roadside. Sure enough, ten minutes later, a strange figure walked out of the black fog, and the man shouted happily.

"I'm out, I'm finally out!"

Looking at the man's ecstatic expression, it was as if he had been trapped in the black mist for many years. But upon closer inspection, the man indeed had a slutty look on his face, with no trace of flesh on his face. He looked as if he had been trapped for a long time.

The old man was gloating about his misfortune.

"Just watch, this man will turn into a skeleton soon."

After hearing this, the sub-personality immediately ran towards the man. While running, the man's body seemed to be eaten by countless insects, and his clothes and flesh were decomposed together.

Ye Tingbai: "Go over and beat this old man and see what happens."

The sub-personality nodded, turned around and slapped the old man who was approaching behind him. The old man pointed at Ye Tingbai in disbelief.

"You, you... you, you, you, I saved you, why do you still hit people?"

At this moment, there was a click, and the arm used by the sub-personality to hit the person was bent to 90 degrees.

The old man covered his face and laughed: "Look! Retribution!"

The sub-personality just frowned and forced his arm back without even frowning. This level of injury is still a bit troublesome for them, because the stronger the body, the easier it is to recover.

Slower and slower, his nanorobots were divided into several parts, and now the remaining ones are even more powerful than they can handle.

However, the increasing control of the sub-personality allows him to continuously stimulate the body to recover itself, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation.

Sub-personality: "I didn't realize at all what kind of attack we were attacked just now?"

Just now, it was as if his hand had broken itself. The muscles on the outside of the arm did not feel any pressure at all. Some kind of attack acted directly on the bones inside the body.

Ye Tingbai: "This is not an attack at all, but some temporarily added rules. You control other things to slap the old man."

The sub-personality controlled the stone around him and threw it on the head of the old man who was gloating about his misfortune. The old man's head swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The stone that hit the person exploded like a small bomb.

, but the actual operator, the sub-personality, did not suffer any harm.

The old man was beaten until he was rolling around on the ground with his head in his arms. He didn't dare to shout anymore. Judging from the clothes the old man was wearing, he probably looked like a homeless man. He was usually submissive in the harbor. Now that there are such rules, he dares to come out like this.

Arrogant.

All said and done, rules are often meant to protect the weak and restrict the strong.

Ye Tingbai: "It seems that this rule can only limit injustice that is visible to the naked eye. If that thing can't understand the principle of your attack, it can't be judged that you attacked him. This is good news."

Sub-personality: "I still have that piece of paper. You can contact Johnson to try."

"You still have this thing?"

Sub-personality: "No need to throw it, it can be used as a dagger sheath."

The paper was given to him by Si Youxu before he entered the polluted world alone. This thing can ignore any obstacles. The words written on the paper can appear on the body of the external notebook. Later, this notebook was given to Qiang.

Sen, the two of them also used this to contact each other.

Now two days have passed, and the outside world should have noticed the problem at the harbor a long time ago, so Johnson is probably also paying attention to that book.

So the sub-personality took out the yellowed paper that had been rolled into a cigarette shape and wrote a word on it: "Here?"

There was no reply immediately on the paper, and I don’t know if it failed or if Johnson didn’t notice.
Chapter completed!