Cage of Star Realm.

Zuo Meng used the "jailbreak experience" provided by Neihuang and Pengzu of the world to adjust and switch to a method that fits the real world. After that, he failed more than 200,000 times, and finally allowed him to successfully sneak into the main world.

"Snooze is infiltrating, but how do you use this pool of ink?"

Zuo Meng was speechless, feeling the ink infiltrated, thinking about mobilizing the means of creation.

Inside the real world building.

This pool of ink that had just sneaked in was slowly standing up under Zuo Meng's manipulation, and its state was the same as a shadow. Zuo Meng tried to pinch the ink into a human form, but due to the distance and the suppression of the real world, it failed. It only became such a semi-finished monster!

The murderer among a certain detective?

A certain animation that had been watched in a long time ago appeared in Zuo Meng's mind. The person of the Creator could easily recall all the memories of the past.

“Hehe…”

Good guy, the vocal cords are also useless!

Zuo Meng tried to speak, but found that this thing didn't even have a vocal cord, so he could only make such a sound similar to a monster's roar.

"Forget it, it's just a matter of saying that it's just a matter of intrusion."

This situation is too far apart. The third real world suppression and pervertedness, and all the rules that do not match it are not recognized, which leads to Zuo Meng's use of many methods. This disapproval is like the law of your country, and it does not work for me. This black and deformed person has been brought in by Zuo Meng bypassed many loopholes, so he can't just give up.

Crunch...

When Zuo Meng was adapting to the black man, a harsh sound rang on the wall next to him. He looked at the sound and found a monster with blood all over his body, his fingernails even more exaggerated than Wolverine. This guy was about three meters tall and his head was not even on his head. It was just a pool of walking liquid. The only substantial possibility was the ten fingers comparable to sharp knives, but the most conspicuous one was not the sharp knives fingers, but the words staring at it on his head.

A blood-red word "疗"!

This is a monster that cannot be seen by creatures in this world. However, as the creator, Zuo Meng is naturally visible at a glance.

‘Does the creatures in this world all grow so unrestrained?’

Zuo Meng was stunned for a moment.

He was still worried about the shape of his monster and thought it was difficult to integrate into this world. But in a blink of an eye, he saw an even more exaggerated one. After comparison, he felt relieved in his heart. At least we still have a personal form, let’s see what the hell is this guy!

The fierce monster ignored Zuo Meng and continued to wander around the house.

In the eyes of this monster, things without fate are not their hunting objects. As a creator who transcends the world level, Zuo Meng will naturally not be "written" by this world.

Looking at the monster walking away, Zuo Meng thought about it and simply followed.

I finally met a local resident who looked even worse than me. I could go over and communicate and find some useful information.

Outside the window separated by a wall.

Wang Xiaokai was trembling with coldness. The sky above the 27th floor was still in the middle of the night. The wind was blowing. An hour ago, he was an overtime dog with weak body in the office. How could he withstand this kind of sin? The three old drivers next to him were not much better. Wang Xiaokai also discovered that these three people were not the "reincarnation masters" described in the novel, nor were they superhumans. At best, they were ordinary people with better physical fitness. The only advantage over him was that of such a weak body was those strange things, such as the previous mahjong plaques and props that smashed the glass door.

"Brother Wang, let's just hide like this, okay?"

This is outside the window. As long as the monster looks out, the four of them will be wiped out in an instant.

"We cannot understand the essence of fate, but according to my observation, they should not rely on human senses to see the world." Wang Feng is the old driver who has lived in the team for the longest time, and his physical fitness is also the best.

"We spoke loudly before, and the noise of hitting the glass was so loud, didn't it feel that it didn't feel it?"

"Isn't this just playing hide-and-seek with the blind man?"

After knowing this information, Wang Xiaokai suddenly felt that his "fate" was not that scary.

"It's blind, but sometimes it's more sensitive than anyone else. I don't know why, but I just hide. If I really want to be discovered, don't expect me to save you." After a brief contact, Wang Xiaokai felt that Wang Feng was still good, at least better than the bald man and the cold woman next to him.

"It's too cold, I can't stand it anymore."

"I can't stand you and turn back, and see if that monster will change your fate."

The bald man didn't know why, but his attitude towards Wang Xiaokai has never been very good. However, under the eaves, Wang Xiaokai could still bear this aura. After knowing that the monster was not hearing, he was going to ask more useful things.

"Brother Wang, you have been dealing with these things for so long, but you haven't gained anything to strengthen yourself? For example, something with potential."

"Da! Do you think you're playing games?"

Wang Feng looked contemptuous.

strengthen?

Don't he want to! But the key is that there is no channel.

"But didn't I see you pinch the black cat before? If it's all fate, the black cat should be at the same level as the thing outside." Wang Xiaokai didn't understand. When he met last time, Mr. Wang was so handsome and strangled his life with one hand. His back was simply majestic and domineering!

"Have you seen the uncle's outfit?"

Wang Feng asked with a cold face.

???

The homeless man suit is just one broken bowl. If it weren't for this outfit, he wouldn't have called Wang Feng homeless man when he first met.

"The uncle himself is a life of poverty. I'm afraid of it?"

Wang Feng explained the reason with confidence.

Wang Xiaokai was very thundered.

So poor, so confident!

"Not all fates are fatal. A poor fortune is a relatively gentle fate. It will only affect you. But fierce fates, evil fates are different." The woman who had not spoken and added.

"Then did you catch the poor last time?"

"It's made into a mahjong plaque, otherwise where do you think that thing comes from? You really think there is a main god space. Don't fantasize every day when you are young. If you don't see it, you're almost bald?" Wang Feng yawned and complained casually.

‘I'm working overtime!’

Wang Xiaokai muttered, but he soon stopped caring. Wang Feng's words revealed a very important message, that is, someone behind them can handle fate.

"Can anyone deal with fate? That..."

"Don't think about it. After we 'scared people' escaped the established fate, we can all go to that place." The bald man sneered.

"You are now considered one of us. If you survive, you can go there. Then you will know who is dealing with your fate."

Wang Xiaokai's heart was tight. He didn't want to die with these people. Isn't it nice to go to work and live a stable life? But looking at the bald man's meaning, he seemed to have no right to choose.

“Where?”

"Western Suburb No. 2 Middle School."

Wang Feng said the name of that place.
Chapter completed!