Because of the inexplicable death of those difficult missions, it has added a lot of mysterious and powerful colors to the hall.

In just a few days, the account of the hall of the yin through the sky is as high as billions.

It turns out that such a difficult task needs to send a soul, and it is still a soul-like mission with a low rank.And also do a good job of how much success rate, mortality rate of how much psychological preparation.

Every soul, and the body of the soul in their hands, is the wealth of the hall of the yin.It is equivalent to investment.

Whether it is dead or seriously injured to imminent death, this is a loss for the hall of yin.

To become unusable, unusable, without the ability to fight, is itself to be equal to death.

Failed mission?

No, the hall of Yin Luo will not have a mission failure.

Only when the task becomes difficult to carry out, additional investment, even if it is smashed, must also smash the final success.

Since the sky, everything has become different, all, no longer need to invest in, no personnel costs, no casualties, no losses, just let the computer calculate the plan, send a few people out, in the absence of danger of the key process of a certain behavior.

One hour, hours, one day, two days.The original trajectory changes, the goal is predicted by the sky to die at a certain moment, as long as the predicted results are guaranteed to remain stable, the mission success.

No one was judged dead by heaven, and none of them survived.

Except for the cold.

Before the young master and cold tired of the phone, she has begun to layout, the goal is cold and tired and his family.

From the time the young master began to make a bet with cold and tired, the bet was made by her.

In fact, when she found out that the men who were already on the execution list, she found that there had been no accident as soon as the death prediction appeared.The process of death is smooth, there is no extra fluctuation abnormality at all, and no human repair is needed.

So cold flying tired at all did not participate in the gambling contract.

She had known, but not with the young man.

The young master's recent state has been very bad, and she has a lot of other things to deal with.

There is no shadow left the young master, and no one will be close to protecting the young master.

She wants to make the man who bullys the young and cries at a very heavy price.

She had long ago set the cold and the people he cared about to be on the death list and executed them.

God had predicted that by that night, they would all die.

When the night came, the result of heaven changed.

It had to be re-budgeted, re-prejudgment, and re-set the level script.

The beginning of the fluctuation is still very small, it is in a stable state, but gradually, no longer stable.

Especially after that period of noon near a few days ago, the forecast has never stopped, and new forecasts are constantly emerging, constantly new, and constantly new.

Slightly longer, there may be three or four hours, and then it is a half-hour, an hour, half an hour, and occasionally even ten minutes there is a new change in the beating.

Uncertain, there is no way to make a death plan for them.

When the plan is made, the original trajectory changes.

A quarter of an hour before, they would appear in a performance venue, she set that the maintenanceman did not carefully check, so that the light fell at the right time, smashed down at the same time the wire also followed the short circuit.

Not only he and his family, but also most of the people in the show at the time, will die.

However, after half an hour, the day changed its forecast, showing that they would not go to the show venue and move to the next position.

She also rewrote the plan, screenwriting, killing him, the script has not yet been compiled, have not yet been put into the system for death rehearsal, and the day of prediction has replaced another new instruction.

Constantly changing, I didn’t stop.

Predictions take time.

Writing a script takes time.

Getting in is taking time.

Even if God is omnipotent, it will take time to execute.

“Can’t you kill him?”

Feng Erzi understood that there were so many conclusions before, in fact, only need to use a simple word to end: can not kill him, he has found the dichotomy.

"He, as he pleases, can't figure out his rules, can't predict where he'll be next tomorrow."

Through the analysis of several surveillance videos and the constant irregular change of predictions, Xiaoling concluded that it was true that it was difficult to continue to live like this way and kill him in a way that would kill him.

If you want to kill him, there is a way.

They are a yin hall, which is a killer organization in itself.

In the past, they did not kill in heaven, they used souls, souls, and excluded the masters of the temple to deal with each target.

God is an aid, an aid that can create God.

God’s promise is very advanced.Can be based on the information collection of major enterprises, the habit of citizens to develop, shopping habits, browsing habits, the habit of listening to songs... just like bad, it is impossible to complete the advent of the celestial calculation.

God came out, for them, is a very good auxiliary tool, is really very good use.But they will not give up their strict control over themselves and their disciples' souls because of the advent of heaven."No matter what heaven counts, we send the killer directly and kill him by the means used by our Yin Luo Temple before we get the celestial reckoning."

“The killer?”

Feng Erzi did not think about working for so long, and finally in the face of cold and tired, or had to use the original treatment method.She looked at this moment, finally glemish and tired, "Even I am no longer his opponent, who can kill him?" 」

"We still have dead maids, and soul bodies, it's not a big deal to use suicide terrorist attacks, kill him, hurt him, or can it be easy?" 」

“He...”

“Lord, when did you start to fear?”He is just a piece of yours.Are you afraid of what he is doing?”

Xiaoling found that cold and tiredness has become a magic obstacle in the heart of the young master, and has not really initiated action, and has begun to retreat.

In the past, she could not imagine that the Lord would one day become so unconfident.

The second son fell silent.

Yes, he originally, just he couldn't see, just a piece he supported for a moment of entertainment.

She crouched down, her hands propped on her face, when one day, found herself regarded as a pawn, can play the piece, suddenly began not to be controlled by their own, but there will be a way to jump back, the player to a dead.

When a chess player can't control the situation, and can't grasp the fate of the chessboard, she will lose her identity as a chess player.