In the main world, on the surface of the sea south of Japan, fine waves were constantly rippling, making rustling sounds.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in sight. There were no ships on the surrounding sea. However, at this moment, a strange water ripple suddenly spread out from the sea, stirring up the space above the sea, causing slight tremors.
Under this trembling, a faint black fog that would be completely invisible to the naked eye if it weren't for the fact that it was daytime and there was sufficient sunlight spread out from the trembling space. Then, under the caress of the sea breeze, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
However, this black smoke was just the beginning. In the next ten minutes or so, almost every minute, a black smoke would appear from the trembling space and dissipate with the sea breeze.
Then about seven or eight minutes later, an ancient sailboat that looked similar to a Western European sailboat from two or three hundred years ago, but the mast and canvas were all tattered, full of historical traces, appeared on the sea, quietly sailing forward for a short distance.
It had to be said that being able to sail on the sea with such a dilapidated appearance was indeed a miracle.
However, after a short while, the wooden sailboat abruptly disappeared into the spatial ripples in the same manner as it had appeared.
But the moment after the boat disappeared, whether it was the ripples spreading outward in the form of ripples, or the trembling space like a trembling screen, everything calmed down, as if everything that happened here was just an illusion.
However, at the same time when the wooden sailboat disappeared, in the Sargasso Sea of the North Atlantic. In the place commonly known as the Bermuda Triangle, the same ripples of seawater and air appeared on the sea surface and in the air.
Then, the same phenomenon occurred in the southern waters of Japan. At the same time, several wisps of thin, almost invisible black smoke spread out from the vibrating space, dispersing under the sea breeze and disappearing into the air.
And the duration of this appearance was still ten minutes.
Then, seven or eight minutes after the black smoke stopped spreading, the dilapidated wooden sailboat that had appeared in the southern waters of Japan swam out of the void and slowly moved forward on the Bermuda Sea under the cover of the night. Five or six minutes later, the Bermuda Sea was covered with black smoke. Just like how it appeared, it suddenly disappeared into the air.
And then the next place …
However, the strange situation on the sea was not the only one today. For example, in the depths of China's Shennongjia, Sei Itō once wanted to explore, but was unable to do so because he was not strong enough. Later on, when he was strong enough, he was no longer interested in exploring the pyramids guarded by a large number of puppet mercenaries and long-haired savages. Chile, Egypt, South America, North America, and the sunken pyramids on the sea all had frequent spatial ripples. Then, it released the pitch-black smoke.
However, unlike the surface of the sea, perhaps due to the influence of the land or the special function of the pyramid, the black fog that appeared here was not only much thicker than the one on the surface of the sea, but there was also much more of it. It was as if the black fog was a spiritual life. It seeped out of the stone walls of the pyramid and came to the outside world. It turned into wispy black smoke and melted into the air.
"Finally, it's about to begin …" In various hidden corners of the world. These words rang out at the same time. With a dull voice, they signaled something terrible that was about to come.
But unfortunately, only they knew these words, and they couldn't express it to others. They could only silently watch the people in the outside world who were still living their daily lives and carrying out ordinary lives that lasted for thousands of years.
Time, under the complete ignorance of the general public, quietly moved forward …
On this day, in Southern California, USA.
"Ding Ding Ding."
Accompanied by the crisp sound of a bell, a slightly plump middle-aged man wearing faded blue jeans, a yellow checkered shirt, and a small leather hat on his head, looking full of the western style of the United States in the 1970s and 1980s pushed open the door and walked into the fast food restaurant.
"Give me a hamburger and a glass of whiskey." He raised his hand and took off the hat on his head, revealing some brown hair. The middle-aged man with a slightly protruding belly walked to a round table by the window and sat down, then greeted the boss.
"Okay." The boss responded with a smile. Then he put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up a clean glass, and poured a glass of smoky whiskey for the middle-aged man. He walked out of the counter to the middle-aged man's side and put the glass on the table in front of the other party.
"Jack, you haven't been out for a while. What are you busy with?" The boss of the fast food restaurant asked with a smile.
Obviously, the person who came was a regular here. Otherwise, the boss wouldn't know the other party's name and take the initiative to chat with him.
"Oh, sh * t." It would have been better if the boss didn't ask. Once the boss asked, the middle-aged man named Jack seemed to have found a way to vent and complained with a depressed face.
"What's wrong?" The boss asked in a timely manner.
"I don't know what's wrong with that brat of mine. He actually secretly sold my old car and took the money to participate in some talent show in New York. Oh, Lin Qi, you know, with that kind of appearance, how could he possibly pass? Isn't this throwing money into the water? It really pisses me off. "Jack said.
"Who can say for sure about this kind of thing. Maybe Chris really has the talent." The boss named Lynch shrugged and comforted.
"Even if he has the talent, I won't let him go when he comes back. You know, because of him, my loan limit increased again." Jack complained with dissatisfaction.
"Sir, here's your burger." At this time, a young woman dressed as a waitress walked to Jack's table and put a plate with hamburgers on the table.
"Thank you." Jack thanked her.
"Okay, I won't disturb your meal. Let's talk when we have time." Lynch said tactfully.
"Okay." Jack nodded, picked up the hamburger in front of him, opened his mouth and took a bite, and then enjoyed the whiskey leisurely.
But just as he was about to finish the burger, Jack's eyes suddenly paused, then he put down the burger, stood up, stretched his head, and looked out through the glass with a strange look.
He saw that in the open area outside the fast food restaurant, a man who looked like a young man was leaning in front of a white truck, leaning over and vomiting.
Seeing this, Jack immediately got up, left his seat, and walked out of the restaurant.
The boss named Lynch glanced at Jack and didn't say anything to stop him. As a regular customer, he believes that Jack is not the kind of person who eats without paying.
"Hey, man, are you okay?" Jack, who walked out of the restaurant, walked slowly to the vomiting man, reached out and patted him on the shoulder while leaning over to look at his face and asked.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha …"
What caught Jack's eyes was a face that was red and ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was wide open as he gasped for breath.
"Hey?" Jack's expression froze, and he felt a chill in his heart, but out of a humanitarian spirit, Jack still called out with concern.
Unexpectedly, this time, the voice seemed to have triggered a special order. The young man abruptly turned his head and bit the left side of Jack's face like a wild beast. After that, Jack lost his balance and fell to the ground together with him.
"Ah!" In pain, Jack let out a fierce scream.
Hearing Jack's scream, the boss named Lynch immediately put down the cup he was wiping, took the shotgun from under the counter, and quickly ran out of the restaurant under the curious gaze of other customers and waitresses in the fast food restaurant. He raised the gun and pointed at the young man who was lying on top of Jack and couldn't break free no matter how hard he struggled, and said loudly, "Hey, man, let him go, or I'll shoot!"
The young man ignored him and continued to bite Jack.
"Hey, two of you, pull that bastard away." Lynch, who was afraid of accidentally shooting Jack, turned his head and shouted at the customers in the restaurant.
Fortunately, the customers in the restaurant were basically regulars. Even if they were not friends, they were acquaintances who could speak a word or two. So, after the boss Lynch's voice fell, three middle-aged men of varying heights quickly ran out of the restaurant and came to the young man's side, clasped his shoulders, and pulled back forcefully.
"Hiss ~" Then, only a soft sound was heard, the young man was pulled away from Jack's body.
"Ah!" But an even more intense scream came out of Jack's mouth.
It turned out that when the others forcibly pulled the young man away, they also helped the young man to bite off Jack's face, leaving the left side of Jack's face covered with scarlet blood.
The young man who was pulled away swallowed the flesh in his mouth, stood up shakily, and opened his bloody mouth to the crowd, looking like a monster roaring.
"What's going on?"
"This guy is crazy!"
Just as the others' faces changed drastically and were talking, the young man once again pounced on another person and bit.
"Bang!" A clear gunshot immediately sounded, the young man's body was shot and fell to the ground.
Because of the concern of human life, Lynch's shot only hit the young man's calf and not his chest or other vital parts. Therefore, after the initial stagger, the young man seemed to feel no pain at all as he staggered and rushed towards the people again.
"Bang!" This time, Lynch didn't shoot, but quickly rushed in front of the young man, waved the butt of the gun, and hit the young man's head hard like a baseball.
The young man's body was lifted high and fell heavily to the ground.
"Bi Si, go to the kitchen and get a rope!" Lynch went forward and used a method similar to grappling to pin the young man to the ground, raised his head and shouted at the prostitute in the restaurant.
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