Chapter 467 Can You Stop Destroying the World?

"I always feel that I have become numb to this routine."

Standing in the ruins, looking at the mess in front of him, the ruins of the city shrouded in dark shadows, Fang Zheng looked indifferent. For the first time, he wondered whether human beings lacked imagination. Why was the world he traveled through every time either being destroyed or had already been destroyed? Could it be that they would not be able to tell stories if the world was not destroyed?

"Master, what are we going to do next?"

Glancing around, Nimf asked in a low voice. When they traveled to this world, they appeared in the ruins of a house, and it was still raining heavily outside. If it wasn't for the fact that the place where they appeared had some shelter from the wind and rain, I'm afraid...the two of them would have been drowned long ago.

"I do not know either………"

Feeling the water vapor rushing towards him, Fangzheng also shook his head. Logically speaking, they should appear directly in front of the other party's failed mission in the aid mission, so...don't tell me that the end of the world is because the mission failed?

"Squeak..."

Just as Fangzheng was complaining wildly in his heart, a door not far from them slowly opened, and a dim light shone from inside. Fang Zheng glanced at it, and then walked over with the little angel.

Inside the door was a fairly ordinary living room. The charcoal fire burning on the fireplace next to it brought a feeling of warmth and comfort, dispelling the cold air behind Fangzheng and Nimfu. Next to the fireplace, there is a sofa and coffee table. There are wine glasses and a bottle of red wine that have just been opened on the coffee table, and there are desserts and fruits next to it. It seems that they are used to entertain guests.

but………

"I've lived for such a long time, and this is the first time I've seen that even the hospitality is self-service."

Fangzheng complained, and took Nimfu to sit down on the sofa, and then the little angel happily picked up the cake on the plate, and ate it in small bites. And Fang Zheng was leaning on the sofa, looking around boredly.

The whole living room doesn't feel like a modern product. In fact, there are almost no electrical appliances in sight except for a TV. Even that TV is the kind of black and white TV with four brackets in the 1940s and 1950s...

If this is the time for radiation, should I start preparing the bottle caps now?

"Squeak... squeak... squeak."

Just as Fangzheng was thinking wildly, suddenly the TV in front of him, which was turned off, turned on automatically, and a picture of flickering snowflakes appeared. I have to admit that this scene looks quite like the opening scene of a ghost movie, but neither Fang Zheng nor Nimfu were moved at all. After all, if it was just a guy who went through the motions in a horror movie, well, maybe it would be in Fang Zheng's hand. Even a ray of holy light can't pass...

"rustle………"

However, the other party didn't seem to intend to play any psychological horror movie routines. Fang Zheng only saw the image on the TV jump a few times, and then it became clear. Inside is a girl in her early twenties who looks like a news host... Well, fortunately, there is no ancient well behind her, otherwise Fangzheng would consider summoning Shengguang to try his hand.

"Hello, sir, and this lovely lady, thank you for coming to my world."

The woman's tone was a little anxious, but her expression was still calm.

"There are some problems in this world, I can't rely on my own strength to solve these problems, so I hope to get your help... Sorry, I can only communicate with you two in this way now, but I also have my own The difficulties of..."

"I think video calling with a black and white TV is weird enough...but I don't have much to say, so what do you need us to do?"

While talking, Fangzheng glanced out the window.

"Frankly, I think the world has..."

(Master, this world is not normal)

But Fangzheng hadn't finished speaking when Nimfu's voice suddenly appeared in his head. Hearing Nimfu's voice, Fangzheng paused for a moment, then waved his hands.

"Nothing, you continue."

"OK."

Hearing Fang Zheng's answer, the woman paused for a moment, then continued.

"To make a long story short, I don't know if the two of you understand this world, but...there is a problem with this world. For some reason, it has deviated from the original track. I need to correct it to avoid causing greater damage. Harm... However, my strength is really limited, so I hope to get help from the two of you. Please..."

Speaking of this, the woman paused for a moment, but continued on.

"...Help me destroy some enemies."

"Oh?"

Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the woman on the TV.

"who?"

"Their information is on the desk of the two of you."

Hearing the woman's words, Fangzheng lowered his head and glanced in front of him. Sure enough, he saw a thick brown paper bag on the coffee table in front of him—Fang Zheng was sure that there was nothing there just a few seconds ago.

But Fangzheng didn't care about this, he picked up the brown paper bag and opened it, and then took out a thick stack of documents from inside. It says the target's name, gender and everything they've ever done. Looking at the names of the characters on this document, Fangzheng opened his eyes slightly. He thought for a moment, then put down the document in his hand, and looked at the TV in front of him again.

"So, you mean to let me destroy these guys?"

"Yes, sir."

The woman on TV nodded.

"Then you should know that I am human."

Fangzheng leaned back on the sofa, but then he said something that had nothing to do with the previous one. But the woman didn't seem to care about it at all.

"Of course I can understand what you mean, but since I will ask you for help, I am very sure. There is a key in that brown paper bag, which will let you know everything you want to know..."

Having said this, the woman was silent for a moment again, as if organizing her words.

"...I think, when you understand the truth of this world, you will definitely help me."

Hearing the woman's words, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand to pick up the kraft paper bag and poured it out. Sure enough, a small key that looked like a lock slipped out of the kraft paper bag. Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and grasped the key.

At the same time, the reminder of the task rang in Fangzheng's ears.

"Well, one last question I have."

Fangzheng casually pushed his own cake to the little angel next to him, and looked at the woman on the TV again.

"What's your name?"

"........."

This time, the woman was silent for a long time without speaking. She frowned, as if she was thinking about something, or thinking about something. Finally, the woman raised her head, looked at Fang Zheng and shook her head.

"I'm not sure if I have a name, but I do. I have a code name."

Having said this, the woman's expression became a little nostalgic.

"Martix..."