Mystery Makes Me Strong

After Liu Jian returned home from class, he thought of what Wen Ren said in class, that it takes a lot of money to be a puppet.

And money, to him now, is just a number.

It was too difficult to make some money before, but now it is too easy.

Just the property under the name of the flame group is several billion. Plantations, mines, forest farms, dividends from various companies in the territory...

But how to spend it for himself is a problem, after all he wants to hide himself, ambush him well, and keep a low profile.

He was not so naive as to think that he could spend a few hundred million at will without anyone noticing the abnormality.

His own income is on the bright side. Now he is just a newcomer alien, and occasionally he can take a little job on the Internet, and there are some fixed living allowances for aliens, and he has no formal job.

Or wait until you become a heterogeneous expert before considering transferring the money.

At that time, he accepted the mission and mixed the funds into the mission reward, which was much more normal.

After thinking about the future, he returned to the bedroom again and continued to sacrifice his red ball.

It's just that he just got attached to him today, and he was taken aback.

Because around the red ball, there were suddenly a few more uninvited guests today.

Four spheres of different colors that are two full circles larger than the red ball surrounded it and watched it forcefully.

Green, blue, silver, orange, divided into four colors.

One up and one down, one left and one right, just wrapped his red ball in the middle.

He was suddenly very nervous, and countless thoughts came and went, did he expose his true body? Or the loss of Chiqiu was discovered, is this going to be taken back?

Of course he didn't know the true colors of these four big balls—they were the projections of Wen Rensheng's silver marbles, white ping pong balls, turtles, and finally the white mouse.

"Why do you come here so rashly?" He tried his best to pretend to be a big boss, and asked the four onlookers calmly.

"If you don't do anything, just take a look." The white mouse's tone was very boring.

"Look." The tortoise followed.

"You're popular." Ping Pong Qiu said seriously.

"It's very common, I don't see anything special about it, why are you so troublesome?" Silver Marble's tone was full of disdain.

Liu Jian was worried, he didn't understand the current situation.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

"I really don't understand what you guys are talking about. If there is nothing wrong, please leave. I still need to practice." He insisted.

It is impossible for anyone to see through him, but he is attached to the red ball, blocked by the red ball.

Moreover, he has always kept a low profile, hidden deeply, and has never been in the limelight. Even if someone uses prophecy, how can they see through him without corresponding clues?

Prophecy is not omnipotent, it needs clues and enough screening conditions, otherwise, hundreds of millions of possible and meaningless answers will be given.

"Okay, brother, don't pretend anymore. In fact, we are all aliens who have obtained the clone of the disaster lord, but no one is as high-profile as you." The silver marble shook his body and said very bluntly.

Liu Jian's heart was shocked when he heard the words, he is not the only one who owns the clone of Lord of Disaster?

Then he was very wronged: he is still high-key, he has been so low-key that he can't be low-key anymore.

It has been a while since he got the red ball, and he has never shown it off outside. After his strength improved, he has never gone out to pretend once, and he has never slapped any of his classmates in the face.

On the contrary, he becomes isolated from the crowd every day and travels alone. Can this be called high-profile?

Moreover, after demarcating the territory, he never killed innocent people indiscriminately, but formulated a strategy of being kind to others, stabilizing the law and order of one side, developing agriculture, and never thinking about expansion... No matter how you look at it, he is an introverted lord.

"Those who came to my place, what's the matter?" Under the grievance, Liu Jian felt a little angry.

You must know that he is originally a double alien of the seed of anger and the seed of hatred, and these two emotions are easily aroused.

Especially this silver marble, aiming at him one by one, it's just a catastrophe.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask, what's the use of creating an escape maze? Isn't that boring?" Silver Marble asked casually.

Sure enough, they knew everything.

Liu Jian didn't hide it, but said in a low tone: "Yes, I also feel very boring now. As for why I did such a boring thing, it is probably because there was a person closest to me who was also a fugitive. Just to feel what he used to feel."

As soon as Liu Jian said this, Wen Rensheng, who was watching at another place, immediately understood the cause and effect of the "fugitive" incident.

It turned out that Liu Jian subconsciously still thought about his father's arrest, so he created a fugitive's maze, which was to get some kind of psychological compensation.

Just like people who were abused when they were young, they often abuse others when they grow up.

And a reminder that the event was completed immediately flashed in his mind:

"The Fugitive: Finished. Everyone has been on the run since birth, but no one is destined to escape."

"Mystery: 300."

"Mysterious composition: lord-type disaster, father's love like a mountain, and the truth of escape."

"You have completed a medium-difficulty mysterious event, and the mystery degree has increased by 5 points, from 492 points to 497 points."

500 at 3 o'clock.

A milestone is approaching.

Wen Rensheng was very relieved, it was not easy to get to where he is today.

When it reaches 500 points, the effect of all mysterious domains will be passively increased by 500%, and then actively activated to increase by another 500%.

As long as any skill is activated, it is equivalent to the original (1+500%)*(1+500%)=36 times.

Thirty-six, the number of celestial gangs, I heard that there will be some wonderful changes, maybe some skills will have some mutations due to the enhanced effect, it is worth looking forward to.

His alien is such a low-key luxury with connotations, without messing up the messy airs.

Very well, same as himself.

At this time, the four prisoners were still acting according to the script he had given.

Wen Rensheng's design for the entire script is very simple: let the four disaster prisoners hiding in the abyss cell pretend to be the same as Liu Jian, and all accidentally get the puppet clone of the disaster lord, and then fight against Liu Jian's red ball. connect.

In this way, Liu Jian's desire to keep secrets will be greatly weakened, because he will find that his "golden finger" is not unique, but has the smell of a bad street.

"Understood, judging by what you've done now, it's not hopeless. We all have cataclysmic clones, and we're all the same kind of people. I want to support you so that we won't be hurt in the future." The silver marble continued.

Let Silver Marble be the leading role in this script, naturally because the other party's mouth is very powerful, seducing people, it's a set.

Wen Rensheng asked himself, only a saint from heaven like him can resist the other party's previous temptations.

"Promote me? How to support me?" Liu Jian felt vigilant again. Although it seems that everyone is of the same kind, it is not uncommon for the same kind to kill each other.

"I think what you are doing now is to farm and develop, accumulate population, and then use the population to draw strength." Silver Marble didn't answer directly, but first said what Liu Jian did. tell it.

"Is there any problem?" Liu Jian asked back.

"Of course there is a problem. You know, what you are doing now is what the disasters want you to do."

"..." Liu Jian was silent for a while, "There is no distinction between good and bad knives and guns, the key is in whose hands it is used?"

"Oh, but you forgot that if you use the means of demons to obtain swords and guns, you will only become demons after possessing swords and guns, and you will not become angels." Possession in general.

"The means of the devil?" Liu Jian couldn't refute, because yesterday he was thinking that the efficiency of the fugitives was a bit low, and he wanted to make a copy of the Medieval Hack and Slash.

Even if he gave some shelter at the beginning, I'm afraid it will slowly evolve into a real killing in the end...

People will change slowly, and how many people cannot guarantee their original intentions.