The Strongest Terror System

Throwing the two white bone spirits to Bao Jing to deal with, Xia Feng was tired from participating in the script task and didn't have the heart to talk to Big Sister Bao, so he directly withdrew from the underworld and returned to reality again.

In fact, he is too lazy to toss, otherwise he will use the relative stillness of time between the scripted world and the real world to vigorously develop and develop industries, etc. In fact, he makes a lot of money.

However, he has now completed a side quest that requires the most money, so money is not so important to him now.

As long as he follows the plan and walks step by step, he will be able to become prosperous.

After taking a shower, Xia Feng fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Because the next day was Saturday, there was still half a day of classes, but because of the end of the 50th anniversary of the school, all the teachers and students in the school, including the senior year group, were on vacation.

So Xia Feng didn't need to go to class, but he didn't idle after getting up, and called the president directly.

"Is the talisman ready?"

The president answered the phone, and without saying anything, he first asked him about Fu.

Xia Feng smiled awkwardly, then explained:

"I have too many things to do recently, I really didn't have time, but I still have some. You give me 3 more days to save some more. You also know that drawing talismans is very tiring and troublesome."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, I'm just asking, you can do your thing, don't worry about mine."

The president said it nicely, but Xia Feng was very clear in his heart that the other party was waiting for his talisman, and he was waiting for his talisman.

In fact, it was not until Xia Feng gave the time that the president asked seriously:

"Anything for me?"

"Dou Zhun, president of the Hengbu provincial trade union, does he have a son?"

"Why did you think of asking him? He has no son."

"I remember me before, it seems like you have inquired about it, but I can't remember it clearly."

Xia Feng asked uncertainly.

"Is that so? I don't have the impression either. I shouldn't have inquired about it."

"Oh, that's alright, I just suddenly heard about this person and asked."

"Is it all right?"

"Really, that's okay, President, don't bother you with your tea, I'll hang up first. I'll go over to give you a talisman in two days."

After hanging up the chairman's phone, Xia Feng thought for a while, and then called Dong Jie again.

"Sister, ask you to inquire about someone, do you know Dou Peide?"

"do not know."

Hearing Dong Jie's answer, Xia Feng was a little terrified at first, but at this moment, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

"Who is that?"

"A celestial master, I remember you told me, it seems to be you, that you have performed a mission to rescue a celestial master before."

"I didn't tell you."

"Then I may have misremembered. Sister, please be busy, I'll just do this."

"..."

Dong Jie hung up the phone, and Xia Feng stared at the screen with a cold sweat on his head. In addition to horror, there was an indescribable panic in his heart.

Before he wanted to use the scripted mission to get rid of the two enemies, Dou Peide and Boss Ma, he had thought about what would happen if they really died in the scripted world?

Will the people around them think they are missing, or will they continue to live without feeling anything.

Although he had expectations, he was still shocked when this prediction actually became a reality.

He suddenly wanted to ask, what is the system? Why does it have such terrifying power.

Dou Peide's death in the script world, the horror is not in Dou Zhun losing his son, nor in Dou Peide's death itself, but in the people involved with his death.

Because of Dou Peide's death, Dong Jie completely forgot the mission she had rescued Dou Peide, and what happened after passing that mission.

As for the branch president, he completely forgot that he had asked him to investigate Dou Peide and investigate the matter of Boss Ma.

Although it is not as terrible as the butterfly effect, there is obviously a butterfly effect in memory, because of a person, and forget about this person and all things related to this person.

This can't help but remind him that if he is involved in the material task, or when he is involved in the script task, he will also end in failure.

So people like Dong Jie, Shen Yue, and Wang Wanru will also completely forget him?

and everything related to him.

Maybe Shen Hongyan will forget that she was cursed and threatened for 20 years, maybe Dong Jie will forget the real cause of death of his parents, maybe in Cheng Siyuan's memory, she has never sold even a villa...

This may be too much and too scary.

Xia Feng suddenly felt that he still underestimated the system in his mind. This system is really not just a cheating device that can make him work from time to time, but a cheating device that can subvert the world.

If the underworld accommodates enough demons, ghosts, and monsters, and if he can make the underworld more perfect, so that everything that lives in it can have absolute strength, does that mean that he can even dominate the world?

Because they are not humans, many of them ignore the existence of physical attacks, thermal weapons are ineffective against them, and normal defenses are ineffective against them.

He can get rid of whoever he wants to get rid of.

Whoever you want to be can make others think who he is.

At this moment, the bottom of Xia Feng's heart suddenly had an idea of ​​wanting to become the Great Demon King.

But the premise is that he can complete the main line and side tasks of the system first.

After all, these tasks are the guillotine hanging on his head. As long as this danger is lifted, he can do whatever he wants, and he no longer has to worry or care about anything.

The mood is still difficult to calm down, and Xia Feng feels that in this state, he can't draw talismans.

He took it out and tried to call Shen Yue, but the phone only rang once, and Shen Yue hung up.

Clearly still mad at him.

He gave a wry smile, and did not fight again, but fell on the bed and studied the system again.

With the script task reward obtained this time, the ghost village was put into the decoration of the underworld, and then Xia Feng looked at the spell again.

The level of buying spells is still level 5~www.wuxiahere.com~ and there is no improvement, which means that he can still draw up to level 5 spells.

He looked at the authority of the underworld again. After the last upgrade of the underworld, a new function appeared - the forging of the underworld.

Xia Feng clicked on the function bar, and then the voice of the system sounded in his mind:

"The current Hades level is level 1, whether to forge or not, consumes 200 horror points."

Xia Feng shook his head, his horror score was only 61 points, and he didn't know what the forging of the underworld meant.

As for the matter of the underworld, it is not easy for him to study because he lacks enough horror points.

However, the ghost search function has changed from the original primary to an intermediate search.

Xia Feng opened the search bar and found that the ghost search was already accurate to people. But it is still limited in scope. () "The Strongest Terrorist System" only represents the author's point of view. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!