"A year has passed? It's time to invite new group members again? Holy crap, I completely forgot about that!"
Xiao's clone Ning quickly snapped out of his daze, rubbed his hands together, and clicked the "Invite Group Members" button!
A wave spread out, reaching all the heavens and myriad realms, searching for a suitable world and a suitable candidate.
Soon after, new members joined the group.
"Ding! Group member Zhang Jiao has joined the chat group!"
"Ding! Group member Zhang Ye has joined the chat group!"
"Ding! Group member Zhao Ling'er has joined the chat group!"
"Ding! Group member Gu Xiaolong has joined the chat group!"
"Ding! Group member Wan Biyao has joined the chat group!"
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Chapter 19 A Minor Punishment as a Warning [9.2k]
A corner of Shanghai.
A solemn and cold building stands there.
The high walls are covered with high-voltage electric wire mesh, and armed guards patrol frequently, with a sentry every five steps and a sentry every ten steps, making the defense extremely strict.
Above the building's main entrance is a plaque with several large characters painted in red.
Abnormal Human Research Center
For some reason, these words have a strong visual impact, as if they were written in blood.
Upon entering, the view suddenly darkened, the temperature plummeted, and all sorts of strange noises could be heard.
Hehehe, humming and whining...
The room, like a cage, was filled with all sorts of clients.
The innermost room, unlike the other rooms, was surrounded by a copper and iron wall a foot thick, so tightly that even a fly couldn't get out.
An old man was sitting in this peculiar room.
He was wearing a white tank top, black shorts, and sandals. His bald head had only a few sparse hairs on it, making him look slovenly.
The bald old man sat on a stool, crossed his legs, and hummed something that no one could understand.
They showed no awareness of being locked in a dark room, as if they were on a spring outing.
Suddenly, a voice rang in the old man's ear.
"Ding! Administrator Dongzhen Du'e Zhenjun invites you to join the 'Chat Group of All Realms'. Do you agree?"
The bald old man's scattered gaze sharpened as he looked around, but there wasn't a single mosquito.
"Who goes there? Come out! I've seen you!"
The old man picked his nose and said casually.
"Ding! You have joined the 'Chat Group of All Realms'!"
The voice rang out again.
"Huh? Who tried to assassinate your grandfather?"
The bald old man stood up, staring at the screen in utter shock, and exclaimed in surprise.
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Jizhou, Julu.
A Taoist priest, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, holding a nine-section staff, and wearing a sky-blue square scarf on his head, was about fifty years old. He was waving the staff and explaining his beliefs to the believers below.
"The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"
Its aura is profound and deep, like an abyss or the sea.
All the believers in front of him looked at him with eyes full of worship.
Suddenly, the Taoist priest's eyes flickered, he stopped, waved his hand, and said, "All of you, go down and comprehend this properly!"
A believer stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Reporting to the Great Master, we now have hundreds of thousands of followers of the Way of Peace, spread throughout the Central Plains, and nearly two thousand of them have received the teachings and guidance from the Great Master!"
"I have heard rumors that the imperial court has taken notice of our missionary activities, but the court's attitude is still unclear!"
"May I ask the Great Teacher, should we start our uprising ahead of schedule?"
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest looked thoughtful and shook his head, saying, "This matter cannot be rushed. Let me think it over carefully. You may leave now!"
The believer opened his mouth, then retreated helplessly.
The Taoist priest stared blankly at the screen in front of him, lost in thought.
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A village within the city of Beijing.
In a rented room, a young man who had just gotten up yawned and casually turned on the TV to watch the news.