Chapter 1 A Mess

When Hua Shanfei rushed back after receiving a terrified, tearful phone call from his subordinate, he was greeted by a scene of utter chaos and bloodshed. Hua Shanfei didn't even spare a second glance at his own brother-in-law's corpse, kicking it aside with annoyance. He then anxiously strode into his bedroom, immediately freezing in place. The safe he had bought for fifty thousand yuan, touted as being impregnable, was lying crookedly on the ground. Its door was hanging open, swaying slightly. Most importantly... it was as clean as a plate licked by a dog!

Inside, there should have been a full twenty kilograms of drugs and five hundred thousand Renminbi!

Following the white powder scattered on the floor, Hua Shanfei dazedly turned his gaze to the adjacent bathroom. Next to the toilet, he could see small bags, resembling packets of soy milk powder, torn and discarded haphazardly. More white powder was scattered here. Seeing this, Hua Shanfei felt his head about to split open, almost groaning as his vision blurred.

The worst-case scenario he had anticipated had happened: that damned Yan Zai had actually resisted the temptation of the goods and, damn it all, flushed the entire twenty kilograms of bai fen (white powder) down the toilet!! He needed to know, that the batch of bai fen in his hands was 99% pure heroin. If it were given to the "retail" distributors to be recut, it could be doubled, if not more. Between this addition and subtraction, Hua Shanfei's losses would be calculated in the tens of millions!

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At this moment, Fang Senyan was sitting on a jolting public bus, his entire body wrapped in a hooded windbreaker. He held an ordinary briefcase, inside which was the five hundred thousand yuan in cash he had pilfered from Hua Shanfei's safe. He sat in the last row of the bus, his body swaying rhythmically with the jolting, his eyes half-closed, as if he were asleep. Although he had sustained considerable injuries upon re-entering the real world, Fang Senyan could clearly feel that even the two deepest and longest wounds on his back were healing at a miraculous rate. He estimated that in a few hours, not even a scar would remain.

Fang Senyan didn't know where this bus came from or where it was going. After getting on, he had simply handed the driver a hundred-yuan bill, tossed out the words "to the last stop," and went straight to the last row to sit down. To shake off the enemy's pursuit, the best measure was to head to a destination that even he himself didn't know.

Therefore, Fang Senyan waited for vehicles by the roadside. As long as a bus came, regardless of direction, price, or destination, he got straight on. He would consider how to reunite with Uncle Da Si after reaching the destination, because Hua Shanfei's influence in Fangchenggang City was deeply rooted, and he would most likely pin a series of serial murder/robbery charges on Fang Senyan. Therefore, Fang Senyan was not only considering the pursuit of the gang but also had to be aware of facing a huge state apparatus!

Five days later, after transferring several times, Fang Senyan arrived in Guangdong Province. He first got off the long-distance bus, then turned around and boarded a rickety old minibus. The license plate of this minibus was so dirty and splashed with mud that it was unreadable. The driver and conductor were smiling, but they couldn't hide the menacing look on their faces. Sure enough, when the bus drove to a remote place, it stopped and refused to move. The conductor revealed his fierce nature and demanded that everyone pay an additional 100 yuan for the ticket. Fang Senyan was not surprised but delighted to encounter this kind of thing and honestly paid the money to stay on the bus. The driver of this bus was engaged in activities that violated public security regulations, so the route would definitely avoid places where the People's Police often appeared, which was an added guarantee for his safety.

Fang Senyan's destination was an island in the eastern part of Guangdong Province called Fan Chan Island (Rice Paddle Island). This island was originally contracted by a fish farmer to raise fish in net cages, but he lost everything, including his capital, and the boss jumped into the sea in despair with a mountain of debt. From then on, some people said that the island's shape resembled the head of a rice paddle, which looked like the head of a venomous snake and was very unlucky in terms of feng shui, and it gradually became deserted.

When Uncle Da Si was running a boat, he discovered this island and felt that it could provide shelter from the wind and rain. In addition, it was not far from the market, which made it easy to sell the caught fish, and the place was very quiet, so he used it as a semi-fixed secret base. According to Fang Senyan's deduction, after the Fuyuan sailed out to sea, it would most likely come directly here to avoid the limelight.

Fan Chan Island was two or three kilometers away from the shore. In order to avoid attracting attention, Fang Senyan deliberately hid in a remote place for two hours, and only went into the sea to swim over after it was completely dark at night. The result was quite disappointing. The tables and benches in the house on the island were covered with a thick layer of dust, obviously, they had never been here.

Fortunately, a few bags of rice and pickles had been left behind, and there was no shortage of fresh water, so Fang Senyan planned to stay here to avoid the limelight. Anyway, according to his deduction, he should be wanted by the police. The heat of being wanted reaches its peak in a week, then slowly declines. After a month, it is almost a waste of paper for people outside the political and legal departments. Of course, eating pickles for a month may be difficult to accept, but don't forget that Fang Senyan is an excellent sailor, and the surrounding sea can provide him with rich and fresh seafood.

Therefore, Fang Senyan stayed as a matter of course. He exercised his body according to the methods he learned in the space. Time flew by, and it had been seventeen or eighteen days since Fang Senyan left the Nightmare Space. On this morning, Fang Senyan was catching the sea on the coast (that is, taking advantage of low tide to pick up seafood), and he had just scooped up half a catty of sea worms. The Nightmare Imprint dormant in his chest suddenly heated up. He felt a chill in his heart, closed his eyes to check, and a message immediately appeared in his mind:

"Please enter the Nightmare Space within twenty-four hours."

Fang Senyan took a deep breath. Facing this mysterious and dangerous space, he felt no fear at all, but an uncontrollable excitement! He pushed a small sampan out from the side and hurried towards the land. Less than half an hour later, Fang Senyan was already in Pingyu Town, five kilometers away. He had accompanied Uncle Da Si to sell seafood here four times before, so he was almost as familiar with this town as he was with his own palm.

Soon, Fang Senyan arrived at the third floor of the largest supermarket here, then took advantage of the unpreparedness of the people and turned into the fire escape next to it, gently closing the door. This quiet delivery channel formed a sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the third floor. Fang Senyan walked calmly downstairs, while concentrating his mind on the Nightmare Imprint.

Soon, Fang Senyan reached the place that should have been at the bottom of the building, but a deep staircase appeared, leading to that unknown and mysterious world. After walking the last few steps, there was still a vast expanse of black mist in front of him. The Nightmare Imprint on Fang Senyan's chest shone brightly, and the scarlet light illuminated a path. Fang Senyan followed and soon saw the elevator he had taken to leave the Nightmare Space.

The exercises on the island these days were not in vain. Fang Senyan gained one point of Strength and one point of Perception. After retrieving the stored equipment, his attributes were as follows:

Strength 11 points (10+1)

Agility 8 points (7+1)

Stamina 16 points (14+1+1)

Perception 13 points (12+1)

Charm 8 points (6+1+1)

Intelligence 6 points (5+1)

Spirit 5 points (4+1)

The numbers on the right side of the parentheses are equipment bonuses.

There were very few usable props: apart from the hamburger that could be used in non-combat states, there was also the unrefined Black Blood Orchid Extract he had obtained from the poor Quests. Fang Senyan carefully checked and found that nothing was left out, then stepped out of the elevator.

At this time, the Nightmare Space still couldn't distinguish between day and night. The surrounding light was bright but not dazzling. After returning here, Fang Senyan had an indescribable feeling of intimacy. He still went to the trading market on the square and found many tempting things, but unfortunately, he had too few Universal Points. Therefore, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.

Just as Fang Senyan was about to leave, he suddenly saw a group of people gathered around a stall next to him, and they seemed to be arguing fiercely. So, he approached, and found that the matter was very simple. Two groups of people had simultaneously taken a fancy to a very old-looking silver bell, and then started bidding against each other. This kind of thing was naturally a delight for the seller, the more the merrier. But the two groups holding the bell were quite angry, believing that if the space was in a state where they could not attack each other, they would have already started fighting.

Fang Senyan had no intention of delving into this kind of dispute. What prompted him to stay was the conversation of the group of people:

"Five thousand Universal Points, plus ten Potential Points!"

"Five thousand five hundred Universal Points, plus eleven Potential Points."

"Oh, shit! You stupid donkey, this broken Holy Peter's Bell is only effective against dark creatures, and can only be used five more times at most. Is it worth paying such a high price?"

"I'm very sorry, sir, the world I'm going to experience next happens to have a large number of dark creatures, so I'm determined to get this prop that can deter these hateful guys in a wide range."

"........"

Fang Senyan didn't listen to the following words. He suddenly realized a very sensitive issue from a sentence:

"I'm very sorry, sir, the world I'm going to experience next happens to have a large number of dark creatures..."

How did this guy know that there would be a large number of dark creatures in the world he was going to experience? Could it be that there is a way to know the next world to be experienced in advance? If this is the case, you can know the plot in advance, and even if the plot changes, you can prepare some equipment props specifically, which can naturally greatly increase the chances of survival!