The truck swayed to a halt in front of a construction site.

The four got out of the car, turned and left.

"Wait a moment!"

The driver got out of the car and shouted at them.

"Is there anything else?" Liu Ping asked.

"No matter what you want to do, not having an identity is a big problem. There is an address here. It is the best policy for you to spend some money to buy an identity." The driver handed a note over.

Liu Ping took the note and looked at each other.

"We all came in this way at the beginning. Of course, you are rich people, and they are not the same as those of us who ask for a living." The driver shrugged.

"Thanks." Liu Ping patted him on the shoulder and walked back with the note.

They left the construction site.

Xingchen said quietly: "The driver just now emits a misty white light."

"It seems that he feels he is doing good deeds." Tiger said.

"Then this note?" Liu Ping asked.

The head said: "You take it first, if you really need it, go get an identity, but I guess we won't stay here for too long..."

By this time the night was already deeper.

The streets were dimly lit and crowded, as if this was the beginning of people's lives.

Go through an alley.

The four witnessed the **** fight of the two gangs.

Passed through an alley again.

There was melodious music in the bar, and people drank and sang and danced comfortably.

Cross a road.

The gunfire sounded.

A potbellied man was shot dead just after getting out of the car.

The killer quickened his pace and left quickly.

The onlookers rushed up and snatched up the man's wallet, clothes and shoes.

Liu Ping casually pulled a drunk by the side of the road, and whispered: "No one cares here?"

The man was so drunk and laughed: "This is a city in ruins. One or three five murders do not pay for their lives, two or four six robberies are illegal, and everything on Sunday is not guilty—you are from the countryside, novices."

He stretched his hand into his arms tremblingly, and drew out a pistol.

Liu Ping didn't move, still thinking about what he said just now.

The tiger stepped forward and gently pressed the man into the wall.

The people around were cold-eyed. They were a little eager to move, but after the Tiger showed his hand, they sensibly withdrew their gazes.

The head laughed and whispered softly:

"No wonder there are so many people praying in my ear..."

"Speaking of which, how do we look for clues?" Tiger asked.

"What I care most about is the purgatory sacrificial method call body in the rabbit's hand. It already smells like a prisoner-we start with those extremely evil sacrificial offerings to look for clues and see if we can figure this out." The leader said. .

Several people speeded up their pace, passed through the streets, and came to a relatively remote area.

Quiet all around.

Abandoned buildings can be seen everywhere.

It's rare to see people walking on the streets, and occasionally those addicts who are shaking like walking corpses are seen.

—This is an old city abandoned by the bustling city.

The four walked for a while.

"Is anyone following?" the leader asked.

"Five, killed three, and two minors, let them go." Xingchen chuckled.

She pointed to a building not far away and said:

"The grievances in that place are very serious, and no one has dared to approach it for a long time."

"Not bad." The head of the group said.

They changed directions, quickly came to the front of the building, gently stepped into the wall, and walked slowly between the corridors.

All the way up to the fifth floor.

The group leader stood still and said with satisfaction: "It's not bad here, we will meet here in the future."

Xingchen took a few steps forward, drew a few cards from the void, and whispered:

"Sad Death Star, now."

Streams of light flew from all around, forming a dark color on the card in her hand, completely sealing the card.

Xingchen handed the two cards to the leader and the tiger, and said: "I will build a star hole leading to Yongye here. Once you encounter danger, immediately activate the cards and return here, and we will return to Yongye immediately. "

"Okay, let's go." The head of the group said.

The tiger nodded.

The two disappeared instantly.

In this abandoned building, Liu Ping and Xingchen were left.

Xingchen opened the card book, drew out the cards one by one, and slowly put them together.

"Rabbit, do you have any plans? If it's okay, just wait for me for a while. I have finished setting up the star hole and can play cards with you."

Xingchen said.

Those cards gradually glowed with stars and looked quite spectacular.

Liu Ping hesitated: "I want to take a walk in the city."

A card flew from Xingchen's hand and landed in Liu Ping's hand.

"With this card, if you can't deal with any situation, crush it and you can reach me immediately." Xingchen said.

"Thank you, is there anything else that needs attention?" Liu Ping asked.

"You can kill all of you from the dark drama, I don't think you need to tell anything more." Xingchen laughed.

Liu Ping sighed.

Yes, although it is chaotic here, there is no darkness and despair of Yongye at all.

Even if I see someone dying in front of me, I feel that this is the smoke and smoke of the world, full of traceable and logically clear sense of security.

—In Yongye, I don’t know what I will meet, let alone when I will die.

If it is not for defeating the prisoner, turn it into a dark dead puppet and hang it around his waist...

I can't imagine it.

Liu Ping looked at the card in his hand.

I saw that it was completely dark, the face of the card could not be seen clearly, and there was no power fluctuation at all in the hand.

A line of burning small print appeared:

"Card: Black Hole."

"Escape card, one-time card."

"Crush it, and a powerful star power hole will be created around you, which will immediately teleport you to the location that has been set."

Xingchen said: "Let's go play, your age is when you see the world, you can use this card to come back immediately if you are in danger."

"Thank you, Xingchen." Liu Ping said.

"You're welcome, when you reach level 50, you won't have time to play." Xingchen said.

"What happened to level 50?" Liu Ping asked.

"When you start to break through upwards at level 50, you can't rely too much on card battles. You must experience the strange construction of multiple laws by yourself-then you will know." Xingchen covered his mouth with a smile.

"Go and have fun."

She finally said.

Liu Ping nodded, his figure flashed, and disappeared from this meeting point.

In the abandoned building, silence was restored again.

Xingchen stretched his waist and muttered: "I am the one who guards the teleportation point again..."

She waved to the depths of the darkness, and said, "The resentful spirit, right? Come over and play cards with me."

…

Liuping crossed the streets and came to the address written on the note.

This is a remote alley, and neither side knows what kind of business it is. There are dimly lit lights, but no people can enter or leave.

"Gate 6..."

Liu Ping walked to the door and knocked a few times.

The door opens.

A thin old man looked at him and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Someone introduced me."

Liu Ping passed the note in his hand.

The old man took a look and said, "Come in."

Liu Ping was greeted by him.

I saw that it didn't look like a place to apply for a permit, but rather like a morgue.

In the hall of the room, dozens of corpses were covered with white cloth, and a long message was written on the feet of each.

"So, what kind of ID card do you want to apply for?" the old man asked.

"Formal, can withstand inspection." Liu Ping said.

"That's not cheap, and it doesn't accept paper money, only gold coins." The old man said.

"Money is not a problem." Liu Ping said.

"Very well, a few fighting teenagers just died in Xicheng ten minutes ago. The youngest one was sixteen years old, and his identity and procedures were complete. Their gang brought the body over—"

The old man walked inside and opened the white cloth of a corpse.

Under the white cloth, he saw the scarred corpse of a young man, his face looked a little immature.

"That's him." Liu Ping said.

The old man took out a box and passed the ID card inside.

"Only the ID card?" Liu Ping asked.

"That's right, there is nothing, only the ID card-this is the cleanest kind of identity. It requires 50 gold coins to ensure that there will be no trouble." The old man said.

Liu Ping squatted down and looked at the boy carefully, and asked:

"Why is he so miserable?"

The old man calmly said, "I wanted to learn from others to practice boxing and work as a thug in a gang, but I didn't survive the first night."

"What's so good about punching for the gang? It's all about killing." Liu Ping said.

"No way, the gang has a boxing method."

"Then what?"

"You can go to the selection if you learn boxing-the devil is starting to select slaves again, and even those who are shortlisted are rewarded. That's a soaring opportunity. Who wouldn't be jealous?" the old man said.

Liu Ping nodded, counted fifty gold coins and handed them over.

"Money and goods are both ends."

"Thanks for your patronage."

Liu Ping threw another gold coin and said, "Buried him."

"Boss is righteous." The old man took the gold coin and said.

Liu Ping patted the corpse of the young man on the ground, and said, "I borrow your identity and bury it for you. Don't blame it too much."

After speaking, walked out the door with the ID card.

Bang!

The door closed.

The old man heaved a sigh of relief and turned back; "Turn off the lights, no business tonight."

The two corpses suddenly came alive and got up from the ground. One of them was puzzled and said, "Boss, the young man just took out a lot of gold coins casually. It's obviously a fat sheep. Why don't you sign?"

Another shouted: "Yes, we will definitely kill him!"

While talking, several sturdy men walked out of the inner room with the same doubts on their faces.

"A bunch of idiots."

The old man suddenly scolded: "When did you ever see a fourteen-year-old boy facing a house full of corpses and still chatting with me so easily?"

He sputtered and flew, pointing at a group of people and cursing: "As long as he has a hint of panic, I will kill him, but he is more calm than your boss and I. I don't know what he does. Who of you can guess? Tell me about it?"

A group of people looked at each other.

The old man was furious, and pointed to the young boy's corpse and said, "Look carefully."

Everyone turned their heads and looked.

I saw that the corpse on the ground had become intact.

The boy closed his eyes, his expression was lifelike, there was no wound on his body, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

—He seemed to have heard the old man's words, and he seemed to come alive at any time.

There was an inexplicable chill in everyone's hearts.

"Apart from my boss, you blind black-hearted pigs want to live in this city? Humph! They will definitely be eaten by others with no bones left!"

The old man sighed and said tiredly: "Leave, follow me to bury this young man."

A big man showed a fierce look and said: "Really want to be buried? His organs...I told the black doctor Zhao, I will get it right away, and there will be 1,000 yuan to get it afterwards."

"Let the black doctor Zhao stop coming," the old man said. "I received the young man's gold coins. If we don't bury this survivor, we will all be buried. Believe it or not?"

The big man gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the young man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and said, "Who said he didn't believe it?"

Everyone rushed away.

The speaking person's legs softened and he didn't even run, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

The old man deserves to have experienced strong winds and waves, and he quickly said with a smile: "He said it doesn't count, I am the boss, we will bury you immediately!"

The young man glanced at him lightly, and then said: "Remember, if you take the money, you will bury me, or I will kill your entire gang."

After speaking, he lay back and closed his eyes.

The whole room was silent.

The old man took out his handkerchief and wiped the big beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Go, go to the burial."

He said hoarsely.

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