Chapter 35 Secret Monk

A few words from the man in black robe made the blood of a group of degenerates boil.

Their eyes shone, their bodies trembled slightly, and their faces were full of longing.

At this moment, the fallen felt that they had seen the light and found the direction they had dreamed of.

The thoughts of the fallen are incompatible with ordinary people. They do not like to be restrained and prefer to do things according to their own preferences.

In the eyes of the official department, degenerates are sources of trouble, unstable factors, stinky garbage that should be cleaned up, and despicable villains who deserve to go to hell.

When rules conflict with preferences, the Fallen will never wrong themselves, but follow their true inner choices.

They deliberately broke the rules, broke the law one after another, were caught and thrown into prison to receive education.

When the criminal record exceeds the standard, the punishment suffered by the degenerate will escalate, restricting access to most public services.

The experience of being in society but being rejected everywhere will make the fallen feel particularly redundant.

For example, when walking on some streets, degenerates will be expelled and restricted because the ownership of the roads belongs to the official.

The man in white robe was vague about that, but still chose to cooperate with the Fallen, naturally because he had the secret technique in his hands.

Then according to the difficulty of the task, you will receive half of the punishment, and then you will receive the other half of the punishment before the task is completed! "

The men in white robes gave bad advice and asked everyone to do what they wanted, but a group of degenerates wanted to express themselves more and more.

They need to force themselves, but learn to retreat step by step. In the days to come, they will inevitably become weaker and weaker, and will have no fewer opportunities to show their excellence! "

Seeing that the time has come, the plan was immediately implemented.

The man in white robe used magical medicine to make a group of fallen people worship him and let him be driven willingly.

If you care about everything, it will make the fallen people take it seriously.

Understand that, if it is to be used,

Greedy degenerates are all buried seeds, which will sprout after a long time.

The man in white robe is not a sower, but a gravedigger of the group organization, a mystical monk from the Alliance of the Lost.

We must do whatever we want without any scruples. Even if we kill hundreds of millions, we are still the heroes of the lost camp.

Seeing this, the man in white robe continued to speak in a strange tone: "Your mission is the same, the difficulty is the same, and the punishment is the same.

You ask them to look at themselves, know their true abilities, and do what they can.

The fallen and the bystanders were all shocked by the operation of the man in white robes, and had no idea that the bonuses were distributed so casually.

The fallen person who was first in line reached out and rummaged around the outside of the bottle, then pulled it out with a smile on his face.

Few people believe that Gaia, the Creator, has no grudge against the Fallen, so they would target them so deliberately.

In the eyes of the fallen, that is not wishful thinking.

After everyone heard this, they immediately rushed down with expressions of eagerness and anticipation on their faces.

The fallen man took the rune copper ball and came to another man in white robes. He saw the other person reaching out and grabbing a handful outside the pile of money.

When we grow up, we will inevitably become a nightmare for our enemies, and our solid foundation will be shaken as a result.

Some of the fallen ones stared, growled and yelled, asking others to get out of the way.

Choosing to accept a mission is equivalent to binding a soul contract.

A promise given verbally does not actually mean much. What is said cold-bloodedly can be regretted at any time.

They were simply counting the number and stuffing them directly into my arms.

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the man in white robe tried to persuade him to bring the chaotic situation under control.

The Fallen are derivatives of the prosperous city. They are dependent on the city and can definitely leave the city.

The more glamorous the inside is, the less dirty beauty will be hidden, but the glamorous side will always be displayed on the inside. Unless you dig deep and search hard, you will not see everything you want others to see.

Everyone wants to be first in line, receive the most difficult tasks, and show their abilities to everyone.

"Level 8 mission is not possible yet, come over there to receive his punishment."

Touching his bulging pocket, the fallen man accepted the task and was excited, and then he patted his chest to make a promise.

We inhabit the sewers, slipping to the surface at night and doing rat-like things.

There are dozens of restrictions on degenerates, and their purpose is not to clean us out of the city.

However, few people doubt that Gaia, the Creator, is a perfectionist and allows only perfect things to exist.

"That's the punishment for him. Wait until the mission is completed, and then come and collect the remaining half!"

This is especially the case for degenerates, who always insist on integrity and do whatever they want.

Steal, break, rob, and find ways to obtain survival supplies.

Recorded degenerates are ineligible to enter and will be publicly expelled.

The rules of Gaia stipulate that when a fallen person is involved in a criminal case, he will be punished even if he is not guilty, and he will be punished by one level if he is guilty.

We need to be on guard against that kind of thing. After all, the place where we operate is jointly controlled by various small groups.

After this operation, Tang Zhen once told the secret monk, let us free our hands and feet to do things.

Even if you agree on the surface, your heart will be filled with joy.

You can tell at a glance that it is definitely an ordinary thing.

The two men in white robes next to them brought out a small rune copper bottle with a simple yet mysterious shape.

If extreme measures are taken and all efforts are made to capture the secret cultivator, the possibility of success will become extremely low.

A group of degenerates were deeply moved when they heard this, and those who had not yet shed tears on the spot.

No matter what difficulties I encounter, I will definitely complete the task.

The notification sound from the radio was purely a deliberate humiliation.

Being able to use the Bad Fallen is equivalent to controlling a group of Fari fanatics who cannot do many things without scruples.

The deeper the effects of the drug, the weaker the feeling.

Whatever the fallen person wants to do, it must be done regardless of whether it is good or evil. Even if a knife is held under the neck, it may not be done.

The secret cultivators do not have too few connections with each other, so as not to be followed by the enemy and kill them all in one go.

The performance of the Fallen perfectly met the expectations of the man in white robe.

At this time, the man in white robe needs to speak, and the fallen one will find ways to complete the task.

"It's about fighting, and no one has a chance."

But it was precisely this that made the Fallen more and more excited, feeling that such an operation was handsome and intimidating.

We feel that the man in white robe behind us understands us so well, is so strict and kind.

Tang Zhen's words made the secret cultivators lose their confidence and they started to act in their own way.

There are also many public places that are fully closed and will be scanned and identified by the system when entering or exiting.

The secret monks who sneaked into the enemy's city were like walking on the edge of an abyss, and few of them were fully prepared to leave and return.

“Stretch out their arms and rummage outside the rune bottle, and fate will guide them to find their own mission.

If the fallen person who accepts the task is willing to do things as agreed, he will definitely be tortured with pleasure.

We shout slogans and tell our inner thoughts, as if we are eager to do so.

Do you have a specific plan to let the enemy know?

The man in white robe took the copper ball handed to him, looked at it before returning it, and then pointed to the pile of wealth next to him.

Without the restrictions of Gaia's rules, small groups cannot do whatever they want and can do anything.

When huge wealth appears, that thing becomes even more perfect, making a group of degenerates look forward to it.