"It should be here!" He rushed all the way and rushed to the location provided by Liu Ming before dusk. Yuan Qingwei looked at the surrounding environment. This was an old-fashioned community.

It was the first residential area built according to new era buildings after Dahua handed over to Western civilization.

Small buildings five or six stories high are densely gathered together. Compared with the new community with more than twenty floors not far away, they are like onion seedlings planted under a big tree.

In addition, the Gundam, which has grown in the community for more than ten years, is densely greened, which makes people feel a little depressed.

"Ding Dong!" Yuan Qingwei ran into a residential building, but two or three minutes later, no one came to turn it on, and Yuan Qingwei pressed it again.

About ten minutes passed, Yuan Qingwei pressed the door of his neighbor's house.

The person who opened the door was an elderly woman who looked fifty or sixty years old but had gray hair. She looked at Yuan Qingwei and said strangely: "Who are you looking for?"

"Is there anyone in the house opposite you?" Yuan Qing said with a smile. In fact, he had already felt that there was someone in the room opposite, but the condition inside was a bit strange, so he chose to ask from the person next to him.

As a late-stage monk in the wizard realm, Yuan Qingwei's spiritual power can easily infect ordinary people. Although this mother-in-law is surprised by Yuan Qingwei's origin, she still knows everything about Yuan Qingwei's inquiry.

Her answer was not as expected by Yuan Qingwei. The information she got from this mother-in-law was completely different from the information collected by Liu Ming at the time.

According to this mother-in-law, in the house that Yuan Qingwei found, there was a man whose parents had both died. He rarely went out on weekdays and didn't know what he was doing all day long.

Yuan Qingwei nodded when he heard this, and casually outlined several seal scripts and penetrated them into the surroundings. The residents nearby remembered that they seemed to have something they hadn't done, or suddenly wanted to do something, and left in groups of three or three.

Then Yuan Qingwei sent Liu Ming a message and walked straight into the wall.

Yuan Qingwei, who entered the room, felt a depressed and evil aura.

"Who are you? How could you show up at my house?" Yuan Qing turned his head slightly and saw a man in a messy body walking out of the room.

The man was wearing wide short-sleeved shirts, his hair was so greasy that he seemed to have not been cleaned for seven or eight days, and there was a rotten smell similar to the elderly.

"May I ask, do you know Guan Cheng? I am his master. I heard that he came here this morning, so I came to find him!"

"Guan Cheng? Oh! I know him, but..." The man lowered his head and whispered: "Isn't he a monster in the game? How could you say that your master is his master? No! Guan Cheng is a Taoist priest, and you seem to be a Taoist priest. Could it be that I have traveled through time? Or turned against it!"

Through the man's somewhat chaotic language, Yuan Qingwei vaguely guessed the problem, but before he could say anything, the man opposite suddenly raised his head.

Blue veins appeared on the originally greasy face, and the blue veins quickly drilled out from under the skin, dancing up and down like tentacles, quickly entangled together, turning into an iron helmet with a hexagonal base, put on the man's head, and then the blue veins continued to spread downwards. The originally slightly obese figure was quickly replaced by strong muscles.

In the end, all the blue veins gathered in his hands and turned into a huge machete.

Accompanied by enough whispers to ordinary people, the machete slashed at Yuan Qing.

The terrifying power rolled up a suffocating momentum, but strangely, the machete passed by did not hurt anything in the room.

"Is this?" Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, stretched out a hand, his index finger and middle finger together, his magic power gathered on it, and his skin became crystal clear, like a jade, pointing on the path from the machete.

"Ding!" After the sound of the golden jade touching, Yuan Qing did not move at all, and the sharp machete also stayed in front of him. The man raised the machete again and came in a few consecutive strokes, but was easily stopped by Yuan Qingwei.

"Is this the only skill?" Yuan Qing shook his head slightly, bounced his fingers, and hit the sword mountain of the machete. With the junction of the two as the starting point, cracks emerged one after another, and then the whole machete was broken inch by inch. Yuan Qingwei swung his long sleeves, and the breath of Qingsheng emerged and swept across the man.

The terrifying image that enveloped his body disappeared instantly, and the evil aura accumulated in the room quickly collapsed.

Only a little halo was left flying out, Yuan Qingwei reached out to take it, sighing: "Although it is very different from me, there is still game authority in the foundation!"

Yuan Qingwei sent the man out of the room, outlined a few seal scripts to protect him, and walked into his room, and saw a strange factory on the open computer screen.

In the center of the factory is a huge furnace, surrounded by iron cages, and there are all kinds of strange materials, some of which are rotten meat balls, some with dull eyeballs, and some with mouth-covered arms.

Yuan Qingwei took a step forward, moved the mouse at will, and saw various introductions.

Corruption: A person who has been failing has his heart full of holes. With all other reasons, he has even begun to be corrupt. He is no longer willing to accept anyone's kindness, but simply hopes to live alone until death comes. For society, he is dead. Blue material can be the core of the monster...

Language violence: The Internet is a mirror that can reflect another appearance in a person's mind. As a loser in reality, the owner of this arm likes to do the most is to make terrifying lies through his hands, bringing sin and pain. The blue material can be used as an auxiliary material for monsters and can enhance...

...

Yuan Qingwei did not wrinkle tightly, and then clicked the furnace in the center. He saw the image of a monster that appeared on the man just now, and his introduction was also found below.

Among them, what attracted Yuan Qingwei's attention the most was one of the passages.

“Violence, change, discrimination, inequality…opportunity, treatment, reform, acceptance, maintenance, containment…”

"The balance between good and evil has been broken, and the violence has driven out goodness..."

"He is the messenger of violence, the pioneer of discrimination, and represents the reality of inherently unequal..."

"Bastard!" Yuan Qingwei suppressed the anger in his heart, and after a low voice scolded, a faint light suddenly appeared on the screen. At the same time, all the remaining evil auras in the entire room suddenly gathered, trying to wrap Yuan Qingwei into it.
Chapter completed!