National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"What are you yelling about...isn't it a safe landing?" His authentic Northeastern accent, tinged with barley, formed an epic contrast with his aloof face. His voice was a bit sleepy and vague. "What? You still want a sedan chair to carry you in?"

However, he had barely uttered half of his words when his pair of devilish purple eyes swept across the audience, all of whom had different expressions.

The Demon Lord's icy face stiffened visibly for a moment, then quickly straightened up, returning to his noble and cold demeanor that looked down upon everyone and kept everyone at a distance. His eyes flickered across the room, "Hey, are you all here?"

This forced face-saving turn was so abrupt that it made one want to dig their toes into the ground.

But before the embarrassment was over, a blue lightning bolt shot out of the crack, followed by a soft "bang" sound.

A rhinoceros wolf (Qin Yi), covered with blue-gray hair all over its body, as strong as a giant wolf but with a bit of the lightness and cunningness of a fox, landed steadily on the ground.

On his back was steadily carried a delicate little girl with two buns - Qin Shu. The little girl couldn't wait to jump down before her brother's four hooves could stand firmly.

The little head looked around like a rattle, trying to find something in the gaps between the densely packed and various strange "long legs". His big eyes were full of anxiety, and he shouted crisply: "Where is Sister Mo Hui? Where is Sister Mo Hui?"

He completely ignored the big guys present who could make the world tremble with just a stomp of their feet.

The surroundings were unusually quiet for half a minute. Before everyone's gaze shifted away from the siblings, a slight ripple was heard in the air again.

"Om-"

Immediately afterwards, two figures jumped out of the crack.

Two young men with very different temperaments but identical appearances appeared side by side.

The person on the left was Ji Lingguang, whom I hadn't seen for a long time. He was wearing an extremely luxurious pure white robe embroidered with intricate gold thread. His eyes, as bright as the sun, had a hint of alienation, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes when he turned around and looked in a certain direction.

Xiaoguang on the right was wearing a green robe embroidered with black bamboo patterns in black and gold thread. He had an extremely cold temperament, but when his eyes turned slightly, he revealed anxiety, as if he was also looking for someone.

The two stood together, like twins of light and shadow. Between their fingers, several nearly transparent silver puppet threads silently entwined, flashing with a cold light. Their faces held a tense expression, as if they were ready to charge into battle and rip the Urobuchi monster into pieces at any moment.

However, among this group of powerful people crowded together... there are still four people who feel out of place.

Su Yu'an's eyes quickly swept over the crowded, chaotic "Savior Group," and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably again. The lineup was complete, but the level of chaos was almost beyond measure.

He took another deep breath and was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted again -

"and many more!"

His brows furrowed suddenly, and his sharp eyes met the three little kids who spoke in unison—

Qin Shu was counting on her fingers: "Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise, Qilin, Ferocious Beast, Word Spirit, Emperor, Demon God, Fox Demon, Dragon Girl, Siren Wolf... There are so many of them."

Bai Xin raised her head, her eyes pure and sincere, and continued, "But, aren't there a few people missing?"

The eyes of everyone present (the gods) dimmed. Looking around, they all had the answer in their hearts... Those four figures who should have been the core of the core were missing, but now there was no trace of them.

There is Shen Jia'an (Lingbao Tianzun) who loves to liven up the atmosphere, there is Xuanyuan Shaoze, the scheming prince with the strongest national destiny, and there is Gongyang Zhanqing, who conquered Men Zhiyao with square dancing and loves to wear that gray dress (actually made by Su Mohui himself).

And...Su Mohui, who was moved by Su Yu'an to the ice crystal coffin in the Palace of the Netherworld and whose life or death is now unknown.

These four cards that should have jumped out at the crucial moment were missing. It was like a pot of roiling gods and demons feast, but the four most important ingredients were missing.

........

At the same time, in the ice crystal coffin, Su Mohui, whose chest was covered with a pink "patch" and whose breath was so weak that it seemed like he would fall apart at any time, suddenly moved his tightly closed eyelids very slightly.

She was not awakened by external energy, nor was she awakened by the system.

Her consciousness, in a deeper, darker place, was clinging desperately to the cold, smooth "wall" of a certain tank. Through an extremely tiny crack, she peeked out—in the reincarnation, the endless collapse, the wailing, and... the people clinging to the last ray of fire in despair—

At this moment, Su Mohui's consciousness was pressed tightly into a cold, smooth, boundless "tank wall" by that damn pink light film.

This place was not boundless darkness, but a sticky, suffocating "reincarnation solution". She only felt that her consciousness was like a microorganism being observed in a laboratory, unable to move.

"Fuck... Recorder, you really know how to pick places to lock people up..." The conscious body Su Mohui cursed silently, but her current state made her irritability seem powerless.

This feeling is even more oppressive than being tied up by Naya's tentacles! The tentacles can still disgust me, but this broken "jar"... there's not even a response to my curse!

Just when she felt that she was about to be pickled into philosophical thoughts in this eternal "pickle jar", an extremely faint "noise" flashed on the jar wall, which was so smooth that it could reflect the frustrated face of her consciousness.

Like the snowy sound from an old TV with a bad signal? Or maybe it's like...something is interfering with the security camera.

"Um?!"

Su Mohui's attention instantly became intense! Is there a flaw?! Or is there... movement outside?

She didn't care and twisted the remaining consciousness into an invisible cone, and fiercely "stabbed" it towards the noisy area!

Then, she felt the cold, smooth surface of the tank wall... seem to have been scratched? It felt a little rougher. It felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"Open it for me...!" Su Mohui roared silently, and in an instant put all his strength into it!

"Hey—!"

She didn't hear any sound, but deep in her consciousness, she felt a sharp tearing sensation! She had pried open that "roughness" to a gap thinner than a hair!

Just a moment!

A huge, chaotic, suffocating torrent of despair rushed in violently through the imperceptible gap! Then it forced its way into her consciousness!

The Second Reincarnation! Live Broadcast! Ultra-High Definition Uncensored Hell Version!

what is this? !!

Su Mohui just reacted and raised the first question, but the flood of information did not give her any chance to breathe. The wall of the "tank" in front of her instantly transformed into another scene!