Reincarnation Master

Dunjun felt that the atmosphere in Shangcheng was a bit strange.

　　 A trace of dark cloud seemed to be pressing on everyone's heart.

　　 The ladies are no longer keen on **** and banquets, and some private gatherings have quietly become frequent.

　　 Even Xijie and Alice, who are responsible for liaison between the upper city and the core area, have been missing, causing the situation to slip into the abyss.

　　 Gradually, there are fewer and fewer high-class people in Shangcheng District, and they seem to be missing.

　　 Dunjun knew that they may have fled, or they may have turned into dust. After all, dust disease occurs very quickly.

　　 He dismissed all the servants and waited quietly for the judgment to come.

　　 "God of immortality... the people here are greedy, depraved, and bloodthirsty... but please accept their souls and forgive their sins..."

　　 Dunjun stood by the window, looking at the dead city, muttering to himself.

　　咚咚!

　　 Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

　　 Dunjun opened the door and saw an old man wearing a coat and wrapped tightly.

　　 "Old Henry?"

　　 He frowned and called out the name of the person.

　　 "Thank the Lord of Great Eyes, you are still here, you are all right..."

Old Henry came in without taking off his coat and gloves. His eyes were bloodshot, and he walked around nervously: "I visited a lot of people... It's not right... You know, we are spreading a mysterious curse in the upper city. ...Many people died and turned to ashes..."

　　‘Actually, it’s not a curse, it’s just a plague... But from the mysterious side, the curse seems appropriate? ’

　　 Dunjun muttered to himself in his heart.

　　 "So what?" He raised his brow and asked.

"I know that the curse was spread from the core area at the beginning. I saw Alice's changes, and it was her!" Old Henry looked crazy: "Some people plan to leave. They are trying to die. They can't get out much. Far away is about to perish. The only way for us to survive is to unite, occupy the elevator, and hit the core area..."

　　 "A good idea, but... I didn't provoke a curse, so why do I try my best?"

　　 Dunjun showed a panic on his face, and took two steps back: "It's you...Mr. Henry, how is your body?"

　　 "I...I'm alright... The Lord of the Great Eyes blessed me. As long as I keep getting magical eyes, I will be fine, definitely..."

　　 Henry murmured, his eyes suddenly turned black and red: "Yes...you are not sick...your eyes...can heal me..."

　　 stab!

　　 While talking to himself, his body swelled, his clothes torn apart, revealing a terrible body under cover.

　　 On his right shoulder, one after another eyeballs grow out, like sarcomas, which can definitely make people with dense phobias scream.

　　 His right hand also turned into sharp claws, which contained unspeakable filth and evil, exuding blood and terror.

　　 And his left half of his body has become gray and black, like a shrunken limb, with a trace of cracks on it.

　　 "Eyeballs won't cure your disease...Old Henry."

　　Dunjun said loudly, and immediately saw Old Henry waving a huge right claw that was completely disproportionate to his size. He just supported him on the ground and he flew horizontally.

boom!

　　 Dunjun was hit by a locomotive head-on, and flew out, smashing his back against the wall, leaving a lot of cracks: "He is crazy..."

　　 Old Henry exhaled white air from his nose, his right arm muscles became constricted, and his eyes suddenly merged into a larger eyeball.

　　 Spiritual power with a strong sense of profanity and pollution exudes, making Dunjun feel that the surrounding environment has become blurred.

　　 The next moment, he saw that giant claw came in front of his eyes, the tip was only a line away from the pupil.

　　 "My lord...bless me...eyes...give me..."

　　 Old Henry murmured, and the gray suddenly spread to his neck.

　　 His left body suddenly turned to ashes, followed by his right body.

　　 In a blink of an eye, this powerful terrorist turned into dust and disappeared.

　　 Dunjun looked stupid, looking at the set of shriveled clothes: "Your **** didn't bless you..."

　　 He looked around: "It's not safe here anymore..."

　　 Dunjun thought for a while, instead of cleaning up the scene, he went to the basement, dug out a cellar, and lay in.

　　 The destruction above can be seen as a sign that he has fled or died.

　　 And with his simple relationship, no one will go after him.

　　 As long as he waits quietly, he can let Dust Disease solve all his opponents.

　　……

time flies.

　　 During three days and three nights, Dunjun sometimes heard wailing, sometimes praying and screaming.

　　Even the moment of meeting the devil, it has been opened several times, dragging people in the upper city into hell.

　　 The most dangerous thing is the position of the elevator platform. Many battles have broken out.

　　 And since last night, everything has fallen into silence.

　　If the dust disease problem has not been solved, then the people in Shangcheng District have died, dying of terrible diseases.

　　 night.

　　 The slate was pushed away, and Dunjun walked out: "Is it all over?"

　　 He knew that in Shangcheng District at this time, maybe he was the only one who dared to go out.

　　 The spread of dust disease, if you don’t know the principle, the lethality is too terrifying, and the spread speed will be very fast.

　　 And he suspects that even if he doesn’t know the content, witnessing ‘dust disease’ can cause infection.

　　 Except for his protection from the immortal god, there should be few living people in Shangcheng at this time.

　　 "It's about to start~www.readwn.com~ Before the chaos completely spreads in the lower city..."

　　 Dunjun murmured and came to the center of Shangcheng District.

　　 Originally, there should be a lot of guards here.

　　 But at this time, walking through the dilapidated streets, he could see the steam armors being twisted and destroyed...discarded randomly by the roadside.

　　 More armors remain intact, standing there quietly, as if its host has fallen apart directly in the armor and turned to ashes.

　　Blood stains appear more dazzling near the elevator platform.

　　 It seems that the rebels have attacked this entrance many times.

　　 Dunjun doesn't care about their success or failure.

　　 After so many days, the dust disease is enough to solve all the rioters.

　　He came to the elevator platform and turned the joystick.

　　 The advantage of steam steel power is that although it is silly and thick, except for the fragile steam pipes, other machinery is still very solid and durable.

　　 With the sound of gears turning, the huge elevator platform slowly started and sank to the ground. .

　　 Layers of steel grids flashed past his eyes, Dunjun seemed to be undergoing a wonderful journey, and his mood was extremely calm, even if he saw the traces of a large number of battles and ashes underground.

　　He looked for it and came to a parliament hall. Around the highest throne, you could see the dazzling gem rings and gorgeous clothing scattered around. On the velvet black cushion, only a pile of ashes remained...