early morning.

The bright sunshine shone into the remote alley and fell on the boy's straight nose and slender eyelashes, as if a layer of dazzling filter was applied, making him look more like a banished immortal who fell into the mortal world.

"Hmm..."

With the caress of the sun, the light slowly woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

"It hurts..."

As soon as Guangtai's consciousness recovered, he immediately covered his head and kept murmuring.

The dull pain continued to come from my mind, as if it was penetrated by some thick and hard stick, and I even stirred my brain matter hard.

When the dull pain slowed down slightly, Guangtai looked around the alleys around him and said blankly.

"What happened last night...?"

Guangtai first checked his condition and confirmed that there was no injury and that the items he carried with him had not been taken away.

Then I began to try my best to recall my experience last night.

He only remembered that he had received reliable information to kill Eric, a believer of the Mist Sect.

Guangta remembered everything clearly until he led Eric to the alley.

Everything also evolved as he planned.

But......

What happened later?

Guang Too frowned tightly, the pair of dog ears sag slightly, enduring the pain and searching for memories.

He didn't think that an ordinary believer of the Mist Sect would be his opponent.

‘It seems...he summoned the mist after sacrificed himself?’

The boy's expression was solemn. If that were the case, he should have fallen into distortion for a moment.

He raised his hand to look at his wrist. The watch on it was intact and the values ​​displayed were normal.

‘Not?’

The light is even more confusing. This watch is a tool specially used to suppress distortion and can also record the degree of distortion in real time. There are no abnormalities now, which means that it has no distortion.

‘Then why did I fall into a coma for so long? My head still hurts so much?’

He couldn't figure it out.

No matter how you recall it, in the last memory, only the pure white mist and light shine together, and you can't remember anything else.

Mitsuta stood up and muttered, "It's so weird."

I can't figure it out for the time being, Guangta was not stubborn, so I quickly left the alley and entered the main urban area after reviewing my identity.

The streets in the main urban area are neat and vegetation is fresh and green, and pedestrians come and go, and vehicles are constantly flowing.

It is hard to imagine that this is in the same city as the previous slums.

But that's exactly what's happening.

There is light and there is darkness.

There are poor people, and of course there are rich people.

There are actually quite a lot of contradictions hidden under the calm surface of Yueyong City.

Guangtai didn't have time to think about these philosophical issues. Now he wants to retrieve his lost memories.

I found his white convertible car parked in the parking lot and got into the car. I tidied up my hairstyle for a while.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The roar of the engine sounded, and the car rushed forward.

Luxury cars, handsome guys, and extraordinary department logos, these elements are combined, and the beautiful ones on the street are the most beautiful ones!

Along the way, sometimes beautiful women shook at him.

Most pedestrians have envious and awe, and the proportion of awe accounts for a higher proportion.

In normal times, Mitsuta may have the interest to whistle at them in response, or to take a beautiful woman or a ride together.

But today, he didn't feel like this. He just sat in the car silently and looked at the scenery on both sides and quickly retreated.

The more I think about it, the more I feel the cold my back feels.

He always felt that in that alley, besides Eric and two Bear Human Bodyguards, there was another figure.

And whenever I think of this, Guang Tai will feel panic for no reason.

It seemed that the man was so terrible and powerful that he left some shadow on him.

Guang Too even doubts-

The other party had already moved some tricks and tricks about his soul, but he just knew nothing!

This feels not aimless.

As a C-level extraordinary person, Guangtai's soul is far more sensitive than ordinary people. Subtle changes are happening deep in his heart.

Guangtai drove to an extremely tall building, showed his identity certificate, and walked quickly inside.

"Yo? Guangta is back?"

Someone joked to him on the way and could see that he was very popular here.

"Why did you come back now? You didn't sleep on a woman's belly last night, right?"

Guang Tai ignored it.

His uneasiness is getting worse and worse...the irreversible changes seem to speed up?

"Kid Kamita, his face looks so ugly?"

The joker touched his chin and saw the boy's strangeness.

"I hope nothing happens..."

The teenager returned to his office first, and two team members were processing the documents on the table.

"Hello team leader."

A petite woman with dark circles hung on her eyes reluctantly raised her head and said hello. After saying that, she buried her head and continued to work.

It's like a social animal that is almost crushed by work.

"Have you eaten?"

Another male team member shouted and stopped talking.

Guangta pressed his painful temple and asked while rummaging on the messy table.

"Where is Du Tingbei?"

The social animal woman replied: "Die."

I added: "I just died last night."

The male team member asked again: "Have you eaten?"

Guangta's movement was only slightly sluggish: "I'll bother you with his documents and pensions."

"OK."

"Have you eaten?"

After making the order, Guangtai finally found what he wanted to find - a small statue, which carved the most eye-catching figure in the Hiroshi Church. Its appearance and details were the same, but its size was reduced by dozens of times.

After seeing this statue, Guangtai's nervousness was obviously relieved a lot.

He whispered the scriptures of the Book of Hui to the statue of the God of Hui.

A bright light emitted from the statue of the god, shining on the body of the light.

He murmured: "I am your devout believer, so please be sure to bless me!"

I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or a practical effect, but Guangta really felt that the uneasiness in his heart had dissipated a lot, which made him feel a little relieved.

‘It should be fine, right?’

‘But you still have to find the memory back.’

Guangta held the statue of the god and left the office and went to another room.

Standing at the door of the room, Guang opened his mouth too carefully.

“I applied to sort out my memories.”

The extraordinary power has developed to this day, and there have been many uses in addition to combat.

For transcendents, spiritual and spiritual transformation is undoubtedly more terrifying, which may cause them to deform or die under their extraordinary abilities.

It is very important to stabilize the mental state of the extraordinary and ensure that the memory is not distorted.
To be continued...