“It’s here.”

The monk stood in the alley of the town and frowned. From the time he walked into the town, he could sense the irregular leaping of his heart and blood.

The deeper you go, the more obvious this incongruous feeling will be, and even the scalp is numb and painful.

There is basically no so-called sanitation concept in wet and poisonous towns. The streets are full of garbage, and the sewers are full of dirt. This kind of garbage is in a mountainous situation, and it is necessary to wait for the untouchable employees to clean up every once in a while, and it is impossible to take care of every corner.

He squatted down and pressed his palm against the city ground with his palm.

"Pu, pu."

I don’t know whether it was the beating of my heart or the beating of the ground, Sanzang could hear this shocking plop, but the ominous premonition had completely enveloped the monk.

Sanzang stood up with a serious expression, but the tall figure did not lie to him.

Even with him, an ordinary monk who had just become extraordinary, he could sense that there would be a terrifying arrival here. If there was no accident, there would be a terrifying existence in the mouth of a tall figure below.

The pedestrians on the street knew nothing about the disaster that was about to happen and were still doing their own things in an orderly manner.

Since the beginning of running, Sanzang has been calculating the time. Based on the number of days mentioned by Gao Daying, there are only five days left, or even shorter.

Everyone must be evacuated as much as possible, and then...

Then Sanzang didn't know what was going on, and forced out the terrifying existence underground?

But according to the Akatsuki organization, some actions underground will cause major earthquakes. Even if it is forced out of the underground, the subsequent earthquake will also cause ordinary people to die.

This is an unsolvable situation, and the best choice is to expel all residents first.

The monk thought about it and it was not difficult to simply scare all residents away, but it would inevitably attract the attention of the government. Before he could face the terrifying existence underground, he had to deal with possible attacks from the government first.

However... this seems to be nothing wrong. Judging from the battles he participated in in Siberia, the modern technology mastered by ordinary people still poses a fatal threat to the extraordinary.

It can drive away tigers and swallow wolves, allowing the wet and poisonous government to deal with the existence underground.

"This matter is still a long-term plan." Sanzang stood in the town and no longer rushed to the road, but his attention was suddenly attracted by the TV set in the roadside shop.

It’s not that this TV has any eye-catching black technology. From the appearance, it’s just a big-headed TV from the last century, but the pictures and wet English on the TV caught Sanzang’s brain.

It was obvious that the high caste TV anchor was sitting in front of the TV camera, and the famous professor wearing glasses was connected to the small window next to it.

A consulting program that makes comments and criticisms about the current fresh news.

"Professor Udaya Kumar, what do you think about the United Nations' discussion on the deployment of nuclear weapons in the United States at the meeting today?"

"Yeah." The professor at the small window nodded, "It has been a while since the launch of nuclear weapons. We can see that the United Nations' reaction in this incident was extremely slow..."

People with wet poison have a bad impression of the United Nations. After all, joining the permanent membership is a long-standing wish of wet poison. If we fail to get it for a long time, wet poison will inevitably feel resentful.

"But judging from the fact that the United States has deployed nuclear weapons..."

On TV, the two discussed the release of nuclear weapons, saying one by one, quickly sorting out the causes and consequences of the matter.

However, it is just the cause and effect that ordinary people can know. It is like the final weapons involved in Washington, and all the sea fleets were destroyed. These things seem to have never happened, and no one reported them to the mainstream media in the world.

Ordinary people have no channel to learn the true secrets.

The store owner was not very interested in this news, so he just took a few glances and got up to turn off the TV.

No matter how terrible the news incident is, it lacks personal fear at close range as long as it does not happen around you. Apart from cursing and sighing at the domineering power of America, the Mexilicans are so unlucky that they might as well think about what to eat tonight.

"Please don't turn off the TV."

Seeing that the store was about to turn off the TV, the monk Sanzang hurriedly said.

He unconsciously brought a sound ninjutsu with him. The sound of his shouting gathered into a line, like a substantial impact moving forward, instantly buzzing the shop's head and making a brief dizzy.

"Oh, you, look." The dark-skinned shop owner gently patted his head with his hands, not sure what was happening to him.

Could it be that the body and brain disease have changed.

The two people talking on TV talked about each other and discussed it very enthusiastically, but their butts sat in a position that was biased towards Amei Lika from the beginning. Although they did not clearly defend Amei Lika in their words, they were indifferent before violence and were already silent accomplices.

"Ah Mei Lika?" Sanzang stood there, his mind full of the information he had just received.

Just because he wanted to kill a extraordinary person, he chose to use hundreds of thousands of people as a burial?

Sanzang felt that he was in the coldest ice spring in the world, and his life activities were suppressed to the lowest level from the outside and inside.

Perhaps as an islander, Sanmeng is extremely sensitive to the term nuclear weapons, but he does not think that nuclear weapons decades ago were an unjust atrocities.

When the army on the front line was conducting a sensational beastly journey, the ordinary people in the rear seemed not to be directly involved, but it was the rear that was enjoying the dividends brought by the war.

The supply of weapons, equipment and supplies in the front is continuously produced and supplied, every bullet, every steel helmet, and every teenager who is ready to go to the battlefield at any time after military training. The rear is also the front line.

In this case, Nagasaki's final weapon was put into use of its due strength and justice, but Sanhuan could not find any praise for the final weapon that was detonated on Mexilica's territory.

What's even more strange is that in the face of this anti-human behavior, countries around the world just stand by and watch, and their general attitude can be seen from the reactions of two public figures on Wet Toxic TV.

Taking the state as a unit, these political entities are completely on the same front, while mouthpieces are responsible for spreading the will of the state, brainwashing the lower class like missionaries. This is also a nuclear-capable country that prepares for its possible future actions. If Ah Mei Lika dares to take the big spoils of the world, it will be much more normal for them to make the same choice.

Sanzang's chest was fluctuating violently. He tried his best to calm himself down. An anti-human nuclear explosion had already occurred. No matter how much this problem was compensated, there was no way to make up for it. What was placed in front of Sanzang was how to protect innocent locals before the upcoming evil god existed.

The locals have no sense of crisis at all, at least in the eyes of Sanmeng.

"Who did you hear the news?"

"Don't worry about who I heard it from, but the news is definitely correct."

"Don't listen to others' random words. Such lies will appear every once in a while, and all of them are fake."

"It's true that a major disaster is about to happen."

Two local residents were rubbed by Sandang, one of whom was carrying a big bag on his shoulders, and his daily necessities could be taken away with just one bag.

"If you believe it, just leave, I don't believe it."

"You, you're such a fool."

These two people use local indigenous languages. Not to mention Sanzang, even in other local areas, people in wet poisonous areas sound like an alien language. After all, wet poison is a country with hundreds of ethnic groups and more than 2,000 local languages. The official Hindi population accounts for only 30% of the country.

Sanzang looked at the crowd on the street worriedly and quickly made a decision.

Even if it attracts the attention of the government, it doesn’t matter!

He stepped aside his legs and swung his torn robe, and flew behind him with a rag strip wrapped around his face.

The streets are densely populated, and the wet weather and crowded crowds form an invisible, breathless dull depression. There seems to be a decay in the air that is transmitted between people's breathing.

The monk took two steps at a time. The tall figure of the locals was shuttled through the crowd like a loach with a slimmer hand. He almost collided with a pedestrian several times, but he still hid it away.

When the pedestrian passing by thought of looking back, the monk had already disappeared from the vast sea of ​​people.

Sanzang originally wanted to find spacious places like civic parks in the town, but the layout of the wet and poisonous small city was completely wildly growing at will. Except for a few main roads, there was no plan at all. It was all delusional to find a vacant land worth hundreds of square meters.

He had no choice but to transfer the location outside the town, but there were still local natives selling agricultural products on both sides of the road.

No one paid attention to the ordinary monk Sanzang, and only one delivery car honked impatiently. The stopping Sanzang happened to be blocking the only way for the vehicle.

"Hey! Go to the side!"

"Didi!"

The sound of the horn was harsh and annoying, and the driver on the seat was becoming more and more impatient. Could this be deaf in the middle of the road?

"Anton, get out of the car and get this guy aside."

"Okay." The co-pilot nodded and placed the phone on his hand in the seat.

Just as the co-pilot on the side was about to open the door and get out of the car, the entire minivan suddenly burst backwards, and the co-pilot almost fell off the seat.

"What are you doing?" The co-pilot scolded the driver angrily, but the driver's face was filled with fear.

"Ah, my eyes, what's so bright?!"

The dazzling golden light shone out from outside the front car window, making it so dazzling that it makes people unable to open their eyes.

Not only trucks transporting agricultural products, but both sides of the road have completely become golden oceans.

Even after inventing the electric light and turning on the electricity, the entire town was not as bright as it was in the evening.

"The talent of the immortal clan, the unmoved Ming King!"

The whole town can see the golden light outside. Under the setting sun, a portrait of golden light rises slowly.

Like a flame.

The flames are burning, gathering, rising, and the air around the embers is rising layer by layer to touch the vast sky.

"It looks so familiar."

"What kind of monster is this."

"It seems that it is the god in the Wet Poison Sect?"
Chapter completed!