Disaster Shelter

Feng Ruixing drove for a drive and had just reached an unmanned section, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Sleepiness struck inexplicably, as if someone was singing a lullaby beside him, leaving him with a vague feeling.

He instinctively consumed a thousand dollars, restored his ability to think briefly, and parked the car on the side of the road to avoid death in a car accident.

Then, cold sweat filled the forehead.

"This is not normal. Am I being prescribed a medicine, or ... are they being followed by other superpowers?"

"No, I have always been very cautious." If he was really overpowered by the Superman, his peaceful life would be gone forever.

As soon as Feng Ruixing gritted his teeth, he had to get out of the predicament anyway.

In his mind, there was a string of golden numbers, which represented the property he owned.

Below the golden numbers, there is a string of gray numbers.

That means the money he needs to consume.

With the ringing of the coin, the number flashed, and he spent 50,000 yuan.

After the 50,000 yuan was consumed, Feng Ruixing felt as if he had broken some restraint and awoke from the strange sleepiness.

"It's an interesting ability to gain extraordinary power by consuming money."

The low voice came from the back seat of the car, making Feng Ruixing sweat again.

He turned his head and saw a figure in a weird black robe, the edge of the black robe burning and twisting like a black flame, but without any temperature.

What impressed Feng Ruixing most was the pair of slightly slender golden eyes, and those eyes seemed to contain infinite majesty.

This man is gentle.

"I'm really curious what is the upper limit of your ability."

Feng Ruixing snapped, "Who are you?"

Wen Wen smiled slightly, his body turned black, and the breath of the last days rushed to Feng Ruixing's face.

"I am disaster ..."

Feng Ruixing felt that his heart was going to stop suddenly. At that moment, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind. To whom would he give his property after death? Would anyone care about him? Now he regrets a bit and did not meet a woman who truly loved him ...

"... the nemesis." In order to maintain his mysterious and powerful image, Wen Wen sometimes stretched his voice.

"... Are you sick? If you speak so heavily, you will be scared to death."

Of course, Feng Ruixing didn't dare to say that, no matter what, he may not be his opponent.

Although his ability to "break money and avoid disasters" can be applied to combat, it sounds very buggy, as if he can do everything with money.

This ability can be used by others. It can be changed by making some coincidences or by some psychological cues.

If used on himself, he can directly improve his fighting ability, or let him acquire other extraordinary abilities for a short time.

However, all of them have strict upper limits. Once the upper limit is exceeded, the consumption of money will increase exponentially, and he will not be able to support even the rich and the enemy.

Otherwise, it would not have beaten a lowest-level female vampire.

"Your ability is very interesting, so I want to invite you to join us." Wen Wen said with a smile.

Feng Ruixing was relieved. It seemed that Wen Wen did not intend to use violent means, and he felt a little more confident: "Does your organization invite new members like this? It looks very bad."

Wen Wen leaned forward slightly and said in an evil tone: "My sincerity is that I have not directly acted on you."

Feng Ruixing was not so easy to be bluffed, shook his head and said, "This may be because you have no confidence in me."

"Then you might as well stand up and look at your body." Wen Wen pointed to Feng Ruixing sitting in the driver's seat.

Feng Ruixing frowned, trying to stand up from his seat, and then immediately stopped.

After a large movement, he realized that his current body was unreal, like a ghost.

He was still lying on his seat, still in a fainting state.

That is to say, he spent the 50,000 yuan just now, but did not get rid of the drowsiness at all, but let him out of his body.

Swallowing, Feng Ruixing sat back.

The numbers in my head are running crazy.

‘Let me get back in my body — not enough money ...’

‘Let me have the power to defeat him — not enough money ...’

The sweat on Feng Ruixing's forehead was about to drop, but he still couldn't find any way to escape.

"You still save effort, your ability is amazing, but the gap between us is too big to make up for."

According to Wen Wen's observations, Feng Ruixing's ability is actually not as useful as Yan Biqing's "physical data". It seems to be omnipotent, but in fact, it can only do so very limitedly.

Even if they were all used in battle, at most they would hit two Ye masters.

It was only because Feng Ruixing had never contacted the superpowers that he did not have a clear understanding of his strength.

After some attempts, Feng Ruixing calmly said, "Let me join, always tell me what you are doing."

"Our organization is called the disaster relief shelter. Its main task is to find threats, contain them, control them, and maintain a balance between the world on the surface and you are the talent we need."

Feng Ruixing said with a bitter smile: "Can I refuse, I am really not a talent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I just want to live a normal life."

Wen Frow frowns, and the blackness on his body is more prosperous. He said in a righteous manner: "Every moment, innocent ordinary people are threatened by monsters, and new tragedies will be born every day!"

"As a superhuman, do you have the heart to see ordinary people who have no resistance? Slaughtered by monsters? Join us and I will take you into the world of superhumans."

Perhaps aware that Wen Wen did not force him, Feng Ruixing said firmly, "I refuse."

Wen Wen sighed and leaned back to the seat, saying in a somber tone: "So, I understand what you mean, so you're useless to us."

That tone is like the tone when the boss behind the scenes wanted to kill someone.

The killing was permeated in the car, Feng Ruixing felt as if he would be slammed to the **** just by moving.

He twitched his lips and said to Wen Wen, "What do you mean?"

Wen Wen sneered and said, "What do you mean, rejecting us also has to pay the price, and the price ... you will know."

He was just scaring people. In the current situation, he couldn't hurt Feng Ruixing, and he couldn't really run to revenge in Xiangnan Province.

With that said, Wen Wen's figure was blurred and was about to disappear into the air.

"Wait, there's something to say, don't go." Feng Ruixing's face was cloudy, and he reached out and called Wen Wen back.

Wen Wen stopped and asked in surprise: "You agree?"

Feng Ruixing nodded helplessly. He was 80% sure. Even if he refused, this person would not be difficult for him. The high probability of the gesture was only to scare him.

But even if only 20% of the possibility of retaliation, he did not want to take risks.

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