The Duke of Storm was wearing his black robe inlaid with gold thread, sitting in the huge living room, the black spider said calmly: "It has been confirmed that Joker is in our western continent. Sorry, I couldn't find him."

The    curse is limited by distance. Since the elders of the adjudicator organization successfully cast the spell, it means that Joker is indeed here, and the white light that suddenly appeared is likely to be Joker.

   However, Qingchen must have come aboard the King's Landing, but she failed to catch the other party, which was her dereliction of duty.

   Duke of Storms sat in the dark and looked at her calmly: "Accept the punishment."

  The black spider pursed his lips, slowly took off his black leather coat, took off his high heels, revealing his body full of whip marks, and knelt on the ground with his back to the Duke of Storms.

   There was a crisp whip in the Duke's living room, but no one wailed.

Twenty minutes later, the metal gate outside the living room opened, and the black spider had put on his clothes again, walked out with no strange expression, and instructed his subordinates: "Keep an eye on the 18 farms and throw all our spies out. I have to find the Joker for me."

   The rich second generation in the No. 18 farm estate has not yet come out of the superconducting world.

Qing Chen was watching the news on his mobile phone in the living room. Someone filmed the silhouette of the attacker in Blackwater City at night. For 12 seconds, he went viral on the Internet, but he saw the attacker standing on a huge scarlet hand, walking between the wall and the wall. , looks spooky and crazy.

Immediately afterwards, the surveillance video of a second-level cathedral in Blackwater City also appeared. Zhong Yu wanted to slaughter the priests inside, and the evil spirit was cunning... The West Continent was guessing the identity of the attacker, only Qing Chen recognized it at a glance. each other.

   He thought that after Zhong Yu was thrown over, he would carefully avoid the pursuit, but he didn't expect the opponent to be so reckless.

   From a certain point of view, the opponent is now better at hiding than Qingchen, and as a demigod, he also has a weak ability to destroy.

   I have to say, Yan Liuyuan put Zhongyu here, really right.

  With Naka Yu covering, the things Qingchen did are not big news.

   And the most important point is that Qing Chen's goal of this trip is to turn the Western Continent upside down. After all, the technological differences between the Eastern and Western Continents are there.

   Qingchen was even thinking, is it possible for him to take advantage of the existence of Zhongyu, or even join forces with the other party?

   If it can be done, I am afraid that the entire Western Continent will have a headache.

   I'm going to have a headache.

It's just that the other party is in Blackwater City, and he is in Storm City. They are hundreds of kilometers away from each other. If there is no legitimate reason, he has no chance to find Zhongyu... Wait, after he came to the Western Continent, he first experienced a real virtual reality.

   Then, after Zhongyu comes, will you experience it like yourself?

   If so, you can find each other in the superconducting world.

  Qingchen saw that the rich second generation had not left the game, so he inspected the farm. He talked with every slave, just to find out the mastermind of the rebel army from among these slaves.

   He remembered the other party's voice. As long as the other party didn't remove the bomb behind his ear and escaped, he would definitely be able to find the other party. …

  Qingchen stood in front of Yigu black and asked, "How are the grapes this year?"

   The black man put down the scissors that were pruning the vines and said respectfully, "Master Steward, the sunshine conditions are very good this year, and the grapes will definitely be harvested."

   Qingchen nodded and said meanly: "If the rate of rotten fruit exceeds 12%, be careful of your skin."

   Until he saw a black man's eyes deliberately avoided, he walked over and asked, "What's your name?"

   "Lord Steward, my name is Odre," the black man whispered.

   Qingchen knew that it was this person!

   But he saw that the black man was holding the scissors tightly in his hands, and the veins on his arms jumped, as if very relaxed.

   Qingchen pretended not to see the reaction of the other party, and asked seriously: "Have you heard of the superconducting world before?"

   The black man said in a low voice: "I heard... It is said that the inside is the same as the real world."

  Suddenly, Qingchen was about to say something when he noticed a cold wind blowing across his body.

   If it were others, he would probably think it was the morning breeze, but for him, no matter how small the details would be missed, the cold wind was inexplicably coming, without any warning or trajectory.

   That was an inexplicable force attached to him, like a strange spell that erodes bones, as if someone was singing something in the sky, changing his fate in an evil way.

   is like...everyone just walked into the forbidden land.

  Qingchen pondered: Is this the function of taboos? Or the black magic of the adjudicator? He can't judge for now.

   What is this negative impact? Can those outside the Three Realms be exempted? He wasn't sure.

   At this time, he was not wearing the Outer Worlds on his hand. After all, he wanted to disguise himself as a housekeeper. If the housekeeper suddenly had a bracelet on his hand for no reason, it would be equivalent to forcibly revealing his whereabouts.

   There was nothing normal on Qingchen's face. He walked to the villa calmly, preparing to take it back from the hiding place to the outside of the Three Realms to see if he could be exempted from the judgment.

   However, he suddenly found that the white driver had been quietly following him, seemingly talking to the slaves, but his attention was all on himself.

   Not only that, but the eyes of some slaves on the farm are not quite right. They don't seem to be working, but more like investigating whether all slaves are normal.

   It is said that the spies of the Adjudicator's organization monitor the world for the Duke of Storms and penetrate into every corner of society. Everyone must be cautious in their words and deeds... as expected.

   Qingchen contacted this sudden change, and suddenly wondered if the black spider would use this method to find himself out?

   His spirit is already on high alert, all the information in the surrounding environment is gathered in his mind, and he is always ready for the road. He sees a stone lying on the ground. If he walks past it with abnormal steps, he is likely to step on and slip.

  Qing Chen walked over indifferently.

Taking a few steps forward, he saw a gardener passing by with a messy toolbox on his back. The toolbox was messy, and the scissors in it could fall to the ground at any time. Pinned on Qingchen's feet.

   But before the other party approached, Qingchen scolded from a distance: "As a gardener, you can't even organize your toolbox. If I see you so sloppy again, I will give you a whip first!"…

  The slave hurriedly squatted down and sorted out his toolbox.

   Continued to walk to the gate of the villa, but saw a slave who was about to turn on the automatic sprinkler system on the lawn, and three of the sprinklers were just aimed in the direction of Qingchen.

Qingchen said coldly: "You, forget the lawn for now, go and clean the wheels of the car, remember to use a deerskin cloth. Next time I find dust on the young master's car, I will definitely let you know what pain is. "

  The slave thought about it, 100 squats, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100... It seems really painful, he just left his work to clean the car.

   Out of the corner of the eye, the new driver has been trailing behind, watching.

   And Qingchen's life seems to be suddenly intertwined by bad luck.

   The ubiquitous bad luck doesn't lead to death, but Qingchen already understands why the driver should observe himself.

   However, in his eyes, he is already in crisis everywhere, and he may be accidentally selected at any time.

   But in the eyes of others, those crises have been resolved before they appeared, so he is still the mean housekeeper in the eyes of others, nothing unusual.

  Qingchen can see details that others can't see!

He looked back at the driver: "The breakfast in the kitchen should be ready, hurry up and eat some, don't wait for the young master to set off, you haven't eaten yet. I found out that you have been wandering around the manor since just now, remember, follow the young master You can't be so idle around you."

  The driver was stunned for a moment: "Wrong...Okay, I'll go now."

   The driver was a little puzzled. Could it be that this key observation target is not the person they were looking for? But it's normal. After all, there are more than 90 key observation targets listed by Your Excellency the executioner.

   at this moment.

   Those adjudicators in the air fortress are still waiting for news. They worked hard for two hours to recite the curse spell correctly. It must have some effect, right?

However, what they don't know is that there are people in this world who can predict disasters based on calculations, and even rely on their brains to seek good luck and avoid evil... Qing Chen has now determined that this should be the adjudicator's black magic, right He had already heard of this.

   The other party must have cursed his name!

  Qingchen wasn't quite sure if the Three Realms were exempt from this thing.

   But he always felt that outside the Three Realms seemed to be exempt from the curse, because the function of this thing was not much different from that of a taboo. Fortunately, isn't the taboo in his hand also used for this purpose?

  Hu's intelligence agency's description of Beyond the Three Realms is: Rule judgments that can exempt taboos.

   But the problem is that the Eastern Continent Federation has no other inheritance to try out the other functions of the Three Outsiders, so will the judgment of the Hu's organization still be a little one-sided?

   Qingchen is unknown, but he wants to try.

After    quickly walked back to his room, he carefully opened the bathroom ceiling and put the Three Realms back on his wrist.

  In an instant, the lingering overcast wind disappeared without a trace.

   "Useful!" Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

  Although he can predict the good and bad luck caused by the details of the accident, it is too miserable to stare 24 hours a day, and what should I do if I fall asleep and encounter an accident? …

   Once someone finds out that he is haunted by bad luck, wouldn't his identity be exposed together?

   But at this moment, Qingchen suddenly felt that the Three Realms Outside on his wrist had actually sucked some of the Leisi's thunder slurry from his body.

   Strange, there is nothing normal after the three external worlds absorb the thunder paste, it is exactly the same as usual.

   "What are you absorbing the thunder slurry for?" Qing Chen was full of doubts.

On the air fortress, the elders of the adjudicator organization sat quietly in Zike's room, with materials placed in front of them, such as air-dried antlers, candles mixed with rose essence, and three-day-old lamb eyeballs. Something used to aid in casting a curse.

   They waited for feedback from the spies to see if the curse had been fulfilled.

   But the interesting thing is that they continued to cast spells to avoid any mistakes. For four hours, the elders succeeded twelve times in total.

   This is also the reason why Qingchen encountered so many disasters, and he was cursed by many people together.

   Of course, there are also some unlucky people whose names were mispronounced. At this time, Qingchen was particularly miserable.

   "I wonder if the black spider has found that Joker? He has bad luck, and the target should be very big.

   "We should be able to find it, anyway, we have done our best," said the elder with a kind and kind-hearted look patiently.

   However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the bright room: "It's a method I've never seen before, but... it's not worth mentioning."

   But I saw a golden shadow appear in this room,

   was wrapped in thunder, and a palm was printed on an elder: "Go away."

With a    bang, the elder, who was excited by the success of casting the spell just now, was hit by a thunderbolt and turned five or six somersaults backwards.

   This is not over yet, the golden bald-headed phantom, shot continuously, and the three elders of the judges were beaten by the seven meat and eight elements gradually disappeared.

   Before leaving, the thick voice said, "Amitabha."

   This one is still a monk...

  In the bright room, everyone is stupid. They have only seen people who cannot be cursed in their lives, such as the fortune-tellers of the Roosevelt family.

  But they haven't seen anyone who chased after the victory of the curse and fought back!

   How did that phantom appear just now? Who is he?

   If you don't eat the curse, you won't eat the curse, why are you chasing after him and hitting people!

   In fact, a monk who can extract exemptions from all rules is a bug in itself. What kind of person must be able to extract such a taboo?