Thriller: I created an alien asylum

She silently vowed that she would become a powerful Contract Master.

At least, he won't be able to control the weirdness of his own contract.

【Ding! Fu Zhang’s character perfection is increased by 5%! 】

The violent storm subsided.

Everyone began to worry about Zhao Hun again, who had been silent.

"He chose the blood-clothed level of weirdness?"

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

"It's almost the hour."

Mr. G said that if it doesn’t come out after an hour, it means the contract has failed.

Everyone was on tenterhooks for a while.

Not only worried about Zhao Hun, but also afraid that he would really fail, as the companions who came together to make a strange contract, the others succeeded, and he was the only one who failed.

No matter how cheerful and lively Zhao Hun is, he will still feel guilty, right?

Amid everyone's concerns, what is Zhao Hun doing now?

He is having a beautiful dream.

In the dream, he was still an ordinary person who had accomplished nothing, and was relatively tepid in the game anchor industry. He earned a fixed monthly signing fee and few rewards from fans.

But suddenly one day, his live broadcast room was featured on the homepage banner of the video. Countless viewers poured into his live broadcast room and praised his operation. Countless rewards poured into his pocket like water.

Just when Zhao Hun was wondering, his father called him.

"Hey, son, you have grown up and your career has started. I am very happy. In this case, I will not pretend anymore. I will show my cards. Your father, I am the richest man in Asia and own one of the top 500 companies in the world. ”

"Huh??? Dad, have you drunk too much? Are you kidding me?"

"Hey you kid, I'll transfer this month's pocket money to you. Work hard and my group will be yours in the future."

"Ding dong! A certain treasure has arrived at 10 million yuan."

Zhao Hun's eyes widened in disbelief. He opened the software and confirmed it several times. The series of zeros on the account showed that it was all true.

Zhao Hun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "Hahahahaha, I am the son of the richest man in Asia. I turned out to be the second generation of rich people?"

"Okay, my dad is so tight that I didn't notice at all."

From a young age, he received the education of an ordinary person. His living conditions were not bad, and he could barely qualify as an ordinary working-class family.

He used to have only 2,000 yuan per month for living expenses. Because he was not good at studying and was under too much pressure, he entered the workplace after graduating from high school.

After hitting a wall everywhere, he chose to be a game anchor, but the money he earned every month was only enough for his own expenses.

He has had enough of this hard life!

Hahahaha, he finally turned into a dragon.

Zhao Hun transformed into a monkey on the spot and sang the song "Tarzan of the Apes" to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Brother, you are so happy? You have translated and sung songs that have been played for so many years."

"Hahaha, is this your first time on the home page?"

"This anchor sings so beautifully."

"Isn't this a game anchor?"

"His gaming skills are pretty good and he looks pretty good, but I don't know why he hasn't been popular before."

The live broadcast room was full of compliments, and there wasn't even a single squawk.

Zhao Hun is so happy.

It even feels too good to be true.

He slapped himself, it hurt, this was not a dream!

End of live broadcast.

The live broadcast revenue on this day was 100,000 yuan.

He finally couldn't help laughing and said, "I, Zhao Hun, have finally become a rich man."

He was extremely addicted to it.

He began to spend money lavishly, and he could eat up hundreds of thousands in one meal.

He bought millions of luxury cars, went to clubs to book tickets, and went to various entertainment venues to spend money. In a short period of time, he squandered all 10 million.

As long as you ask your father for money, you will definitely be satisfied.

He had such a good time for a month.

A month later, he received a call again, "Son, come to the hospital quickly. Your mother was hit by a car."

Zhao Hun was confused. He didn't even know how he got to the hospital. When he came to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the operating room.

The doctor came out and asked them to sign critical illness notices.

"Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

The doctor said some of the current injuries. Because the injuries were too serious, even if they tried their best to rescue, it would be difficult to guarantee that the patient would survive.

After signing your name.

Zhao Hun saw that his father's head had turned gray. He seemed to have aged twenty years for a moment, and even his straight back was bent a lot.

After a while, the doctor came out again. He shook his head regretfully and said, "My condolences, please prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

Zhao Hun's father suddenly covered his heart and fell to the ground unable to bear it.

"dad!"

Is this a sweet dream?

Is this a nightmare?

Zhao Hun's brain buzzed, and the surrounding sounds suddenly became very distant.

On this day, he lost the two relatives he loved most.

Then the company went bankrupt.

His live broadcast career plummeted because of his suspension, and soon all those fans ran away.

He lost everything.

Zhao Hun walked on the street in a daze.

When he passed the bridge, he saw the undulating river water below.

He jumped without hesitation.

…

Mr. G opened the door and saw Zhao Hun lying on the ground, unconscious, and dragged him out without any surprise.

A monster that exists in a dream is hovering in the room, its figure is dreamlike and swaying.

You can only see clearly the pair of black-purple pupils it exposed, like a high-dimensional creature, staring at the people coming in with disdain.

Mr. G dragged the person out and closed the door.

Others quickly gathered around.

"It's a pity that the contract failed." Mr. G announced the result.

Others sighed, "Is he okay?"

"After the contract fails, can I make another contract?"

"What negative consequences will there be if the contract fails?"

"Should we take him to treatment?"

Mr. G took out a healing potion and injected it into Zhao Hun's neck.

"At best, this potion can only help him heal his body that has suffered backlash. Mental injuries are not that easy to heal."

"It's a pity that the contract failed. Of course, we can't continue the contract."

Everyone was shocked.

If you can't make a contract, doesn't it mean you can't become a contract master?

When Zhao Hun wakes up and learns the news, how desperate will he be?

They could not help but weep with sad faces for their companions.

Although there are many ordinary people in the Alien Society, and the Contract Masters are only a minority among them, it is certain that only by becoming a Contract Master can one master powerful power.

For Zhao Hun, who wanted to hold death in his hands, this was somewhat cruel.

Do you want him to watch his companions become stronger one by one, leaving him far away, and he can only watch their backs and become an ordinary clerk in the alien club?

Although they would not abandon him, it was too cruel to watch his companions become stronger while he would never be qualified to become stronger.