In a bar in a small town in America, the lights were dim at night.
This was the norm after the Shenyuan Era. In order to save on electricity bills, many shops tried to turn on only one light in their business premises.
This was completely unimaginable in the past. After all, America was one of the "countries on car wheels", and the amount of energy consumed every year was uncountable.
"No, even if I, David, starve to death, get scared to death, or get eaten by monsters, I'll never go to that son of a b * tch's refuge! I'll never inject some son of a b * tch's management chip! " A strong Caucasian guy shouted at his companion, then smashed a glass of rum on the floor.
Alcohol splattered everywhere, and shards flew everywhere. Some people even had bloody scratches on their faces.
However, this only increased their fanaticism, and the bar was filled with cheers.
"You're right, David. Good job!"
"For freedom!"
"We support you!" A group of scantily clad dancers threw hot kisses at this brave young man.
Not long after, the chandelier hanging on the ceiling suddenly shook, and the light began to flicker.
At the same time, outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sound of the wind began to grow stronger, and one could faintly hear a sorrowful voice coming from afar.
Even in the noisy bar, it was difficult to prevent this sound from entering everyone's mind.
The bar instantly fell silent.
It was the perfect beginning of a horror movie.
Everyone's expression changed immediately.
Four years had passed since the Shenyuan Era. Such a long time was enough for the most adaptable young people to learn what they needed to learn.
Under the pressure of elimination by the law of nature, the enthusiasm to learn was the strongest!
"Go, go, get out of here quickly!"
"There's going to be another supernatural incident …" The young man and woman shouted.
The waiter behind the bar had already fled through the exclusive passageway … He did not have the slightest awareness of saving his customers.
"Run, the Pharos of the East will need three seconds to three minutes to patrol here. Hold on, and we'll live!" Someone comforted his crying girlfriend, and dragged her towards the wide door.
Most of them pushed open the windows facing the street and jumped out.
One of the business premises regulations after the Shenyuan Era was: All exits must be as big as possible, and the windows facing the street must be floor-to-ceiling windows, the kind that could be easily pushed open.
"Run out, there's a management chip injection booth two hundred meters away. There's a Pond-level cultivator there! It won't take a minute to get there, "someone shouted as he ran.
From this point of view, the average quality of the people gathered in the bar was not bad.
If it were the people in the novel, they would have run away by themselves. Why would they bother to warn others?
Leaving the ignorant fellow behind would be the perfect bait.
Soon, the bar was empty, and the dim street was full of young people running to the injection booth …
It was the only source of light at night. A thin layer of blue mist surrounded the injection booth.
There were millions of injection booths all over the world, and each of them was guarded by a Bucket-level or above cultivator. Pond-level masters would be stationed at important locations in big cities.
Compared to most of the weaker Cup-level cultivators, they could use some simple formations.
Of course, these formations could not hold off the monsters for long, but they could buy at least a few minutes.
In reality, due to a certain someone, there weren't many powerful ghosts on Earth … The talented ones had been captured long ago, and the powerful ones had been eliminated long ago.
These few minutes were enough for a certain someone to come over.
Soon, the young people gathered in the bar crowded in front of the injection booth. The seemingly thin water curtain became a natural moat, separating them from the light.
"Let us in!"
"Only those who are willing to be injected with the management chip can enter," a black man in a suit said with a smile.
The booth was not big, and naturally could not accommodate so many people. However, the area covered by the formation around the booth was a small square with a fountain, enough for hundreds of people to squeeze in.
"Then give me the injection! I'm a good resident! My social credit is the best, and I'm a beginner cultivator! "A young man shouted, fighting to be the first.
He had the best stamina, was the strongest, and was also a Cup-level cultivator. Naturally, he ran ahead of everyone else.
"Hey, isn't the one shouting the loudest David?" Someone recognized him.
"What a hypocrite!" Someone spat.
However, more men lowered their heads, afraid that others would recognize them.
Not long after, everyone who was crowding here entered the formation, and began to line up obediently to lie down and receive the injection.
At this moment, in the bar.
An ugly little white man was lying under a table in the corner, hugging his head and shivering, trying his best not to make a sound.
It was not that he did not want to run, but he was too timid. When the accident happened, his legs turned to jelly, and he could not run at all.
In order not to be ostracized by his companions, in order to win the favor of the girl he liked, he also came to this free gathering.
Who would have thought that horror would come so silently? His companions all ran away, and he was the only one left.
He did not blame anyone. Someone shouted for everyone to run out, and everyone else ran out. He could only blame himself for not being able to run.
A horrifying beginning would obviously have a horrifying ending.
At this moment, a dark green spiritual object floated in from the window.
This spiritual object was very strange and horrifying, like a person who had been burned.
It floated into the bar, and then wandered around randomly.
After a while, a voice came from outside the window.
"Come back, Fire Demon. The cowards have long been scared away. The leaders will definitely be satisfied with our work this time."
The spiritual object revealed itself. It turned out to be a person who had half of his body burned. His appearance was horrifying. Even if it was his real body, he would still be the boss of a horror movie.
"Alright then. These people are really timid. Looking at the atmosphere of the gathering just now, I thought it would be effective to scare a few of them. What a pity." The burned person shook his head as he walked out of the bar.
"Did you forget that movies come from life? In horror movies, the ones who run the fastest are the ones who are usually the most courageous."
The two voices gradually faded into the air.
Only then did Sam have the courage to climb out of the table and stand up with difficulty.
He thought for a moment, and then walked toward the injection booth without looking back.
When he arrived at the booth, the people there were all lining up to receive the injection.
He came to the water curtain and said in a low voice, "I want to get the management chip injection too."
"Huh, isn't that Cowardly Sam?" With the bright light in the booth, someone recognized him.
"I didn't expect him to be the last one among us to ask for the injection."
"Looks like we can't call him Cowardly Sam anymore. We should call him Brave Sam."
"Yes, Brave Sam!"
The group of people jeered.
"On the contrary, I'm guessing he was so scared that he couldn't run?" Someone exposed him.
"Hahaha, I think that's the truth."
"That's Lucky Sam. I didn't expect a coward like him to be able to survive until now!" Someone mocked.
Sam really wanted to tell the truth to slap these people in the face, but he did not dare to speak.
He was cowardly, but he was definitely not an idiot. After all, this was reality, not a movie. He was not a stupid supporting character who was used to make the main character look wise.
As a person who had received formal education, he knew very well that no one would be willing to believe him after he told the truth. Moreover, as the person who revealed the truth, he would offend those strong cultivators and would really be attacked by ghosts and monsters!
These people mocked him, but it was only to divert their embarrassment from before.
Mocking him was one thing, but these people would not hit him. Hitting a publicly recognized coward would not increase their charm in front of beautiful women.
…
No one knew that in the dark of the night, the Pharos of the East that these people mentioned just now was standing above them, watching them.
"Is there only tricks left between people?" Sir System said faintly.
"What else do you want to be left? Friendship, love, justice? " Fang Ning said in disdain, "If it wasn't for our deterrence, it wouldn't have been as simple as a trick just now. That half-human half-spirit would definitely have killed a few people before stopping. This, and that coward wouldn't have walked out alive. The other party had already found him … He just knew that he would never tell the truth. "
"This is all my credit. What 'we'? Don't try to change the concept. "Sir System quickly corrected him.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I keep feeling that things are progressing a little too fast. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. How long has it been since the discovery of God's Missionary? Is the social form of the world about to evolve into a shelter? "Fang Ning shook his head and sighed.
"Then what else do you want?" Sir System said angrily, "I'm a Hero System, I can't change it by force."
"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time." Fang Ning suppressed his thoughts. After all, the drastic change in the current situation did not affect him much.
Sir System did not rely on those trivial things to get by.
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