Countdown: 19:23.

In reality, the sky is already bright.

As usual, most people in Chang'an had already gotten up at this time, either got busy early, or were rushing to wash, went out, and rushed to the company and school.

But today, the whole city seems to be cut from the busy world, with only the quiet birds flying, and the dead silent as the end of the world.

In this era, it is certainly impossible for a city with a population of millions to be unaware of it.

In the early morning, when people from surrounding cities hit the blockade road, the signals coming and going were sent here, but they were like pouring into a black hole and receiving no feedback.

Everyone realized that something was wrong.

...

Demon City.

When Ning Cuo and Shirley had breakfast and arrived at the studio at home, they saw the employees who had just arrived at eight o'clock gathering together, discussing something nervously and enthusiastically.

The air was filled with restlessness.

"What's wrong?" Ning Chou asked.

Hearing this, the young employees noticed her, and Wu An said anxiously:

"What happened! It's rumored online that Chang'an City has interrupted its contact with various places and the road section has been blocked. It is said that a spiritual dream monster may have appeared! The entire city has been swallowed up!"

Ning Cuo and Shirley looked at each other and both saw each other's shock: "Let's take a look!"

She lined up the crowd and went to the computer, reading the news that was already in full swing on the Internet, and her face became solemn:

"Didn't the official explanation?"

"It's just a special situation, no details were disclosed!" Wu An said.

A female employee said: "The Internet is crazy, and the major official media are questioning from netizens. No one knows what happened, but no one can contact there."

"It must be something happened. Eighty-mostly monsters are silent, making the whole city sleep peacefully. There have been many cases abroad. Do you still remember the news that 80,000 people died overnight in a small African country before the New Year?"

Another employee turned pale.

The atmosphere was panicked.

Ning Cuo and Shirley looked at each other and met each other, but did not participate in the discussion.

Entering the office, slapping at the air, the water waves rippled, and the jade door emerged.

In the blink of an eye, the two entered Shuiyang Palace one after another and rushed to the Wangqi Tower along the Xianqiao.

From a distance, you can see Suning sitting cross-legged on the roof.

But as soon as I arrived downstairs, I was stopped by the paper guard:

"The messenger is in retreat and at a critical moment, so don't disturb him."

The paper guard repeated the words left by Suning.

The two girls were stunned.

...

...

Just as the outside world was nervous and panic, Suning had already led the rescue team to sneak into Gu Chang'an.

This is no difficulty for a group of extraordinary people.

Crossing the city gate, a vast and prosperous world came towards us.

In a trance, he felt like he was entering a costume drama.

Last time in the ancient town of Xincheng, Suning fought as soon as he arrived. He lacked feelings about the dream field. He was even ready to enter a strange killing city.

But when I really stepped in, the first feeling was...

lively.

The warm sun is shining, the long bluestone road is clean and flat, and the classical buildings on both sides are lined up one after another, stacked in an orderly manner, with pink walls and black tiles and door lintels, extending infinitely in the field of view. Street shops connect flags and flags, almost covering the entire street and alleys.

On the lintel, the peach talisman has not been taken off, and a few bamboo lanterns with different shapes have been added beside it... There are so many pedestrians, either stopping in front of the stall, or swearing and laughing.

The people in the city dressed in ancient costumes, but they were not as bright as in film and television dramas, and were more simple and lighter, but they complemented the bustling and lively city.

There are scholars in green clothes walking together, chatting, and the children behind them accompanying them, holding books and carrying baskets, and they are romantic and elegant. There are beautiful women who attract friends, their arms are tender and white, their sleeves are fluttering, and their skirts are bright and swaying. The buttocks under the skirt are bold and hot, attracting the attention of passers-by, and they will glar bravely back.

On the street, there were carriages and tow goods. Interracials dressed in merchants wrapped in cotton robes, wore scimitars on their waists, and their beards flooded their mouths. In one restaurant, under the green tiles, the window lattice was lifted, and the beautiful singer hugged the pipa and half-covered her face. The melodious songwriter made the winery applaud...

Suning took more than a hundred gray windbreakers and mixed in the crowd. He thought it would become the focus of his sight, but in fact, although someone was indeed watching, he was just curious and not alert.

Seeing them looking back, they would subconsciously straighten their backs, as if they wanted to show their arrogance to this group of "outsiders".

The crowds all over the streets and alleys were not as confused as walking corpses, but were all flexible and vivid, as if they were really living in this world.

"Is this really a dream?" Zhao Xiaoqi muttered in a low voice, her big eyes were not enough.

Although modern cities are full of tall buildings and even more spectacular, aren’t they all fresh when you suddenly see ancient Chang’an?

Li Gui glared at her: "Nonsense, cheer up, we are not here to travel."

"Be careful!" Suddenly, a gray windbreaker held down the sword vigilantly and looked to one side.

Hulala, everyone looked alertly and saw a few servants hanging lanterns on the lintel on the wooden ladder, and suddenly fell off the fire and threw it away.

Xiao Er, who was cleaning the streets and alleys at the end of the basin, poured a basin of water over and put it out, burning half of the word "yuan" on the paper lantern.

Everyone was shocked, and their vigilant appearance made people laugh. In the restaurant, the young man in green shirt looked down at the window, and in the cloth shop opposite, several beautiful women covering their mouths and chuckling.

Just then.

Suddenly, everyone heard the sound of drums coming from a towering pavilion in the distance. An officer with wide-clothed clothes and big sleeves stood at a high place and read something. The crowds on the street gathered over.

Several gray windbreakers rushed over quickly and returned to report soon:

"It is a notice of the lifting of the curfew, and the emperor's saint's decree. Tonight, people from all walks of life from all over the world gathered in Chang'an to enjoy the lanterns. From now on, from the time of tomorrow, there is no ban in the whole city..."

"No wonder, there are so many people on the street. It turns out that it is a festival." Someone suddenly realized.

"I said, how could ancient templates be more lively than modern cities..." At this time, looking at the prosperous scenes all over the streets, people were filled with people, and everyone woke up.

"Is this convenient for us?" Li Gui said: "It is convenient for us to hide too many people."

Suning's eyes lit up, and then he heard Kang Jing shake his head and said in a deep voice: "No, this is the demon's sinister intention!"

"Why?" Zhao Xiaoqi was confused.

Suning said something that was a good question, and I wanted to know too, so I heard Kang Jing say:

"The more people we are, the less we can't let go. You must know that compared to these people, we are 'outsiders', and people in the city will not bring reality to each other.

And once we attack the civilians in Chang'an, if we are not careful, even if we kill the demons and break the dream in time, these people will be brain-dead."

"What?" Many people were shocked.

"That is, if we fight against demons, once we are involved in these civilians, it is possible to kill them? In reality?" someone asked.

Kang Jing nodded, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavier.

There is also this kind of ghost setting... Suning's heart sank, and he heard Zhao Xiaoqi ask:

"If the demons drive these people to attack us, can't we fight back?"

Kang Jing said:

"First, I said, demons can't force them to drive them, and second, these ordinary people do not threaten us, but your concerns make sense, and demons may use other methods.

Thinking from the perspective of others, if I were a demon, I would give some of my strength to the soldiers in the city, and then bewitch the emperor and order the soldiers to arrest us.

This is what I want to remind you. Once you face this situation, remember to make the other party lose its combat effectiveness and not kill them!"

This...the gray windbreakers looked at each other, and their hearts were heavy.

If they cannot be killed, it is tantamount to greatly weakening their combat effectiveness.

Not to mention, you should avoid affecting civilians during battles.

"Of course, there is one situation," Kang Jing suddenly said:

"Except for mental attack ability, among you, who have mental attack ability, you can take action with confidence. Not only will it not hurt people, but there is a chance to force the opponent out of the dream!"

Many people's eyes lit up, but soon they became depressed.

Of all the extraordinary, spiritual species are one of the rarest types.

This is unscientific... Suning, dressed in a white robe and hood, first questioned the "mental attack", then was stunned for a moment. Remember, the golden spear would bring a mental attack.

At the beginning, he forcibly entered the Tuyumen Temple in Tokyo, and along the way he pushed Shikigami with a golden spear.

"So, can I probably beat people out with a golden spear?" Suning's heart thumped. For a moment, he had the urge to pull out his spear and start to work immediately.

But it was quickly dispelled.

First, it’s meaningless. The population of Chang’an is millions. He has to knock on it until the year or month... it’s not feasible.

Second, in the incident in the Magic City Port and Tokyo, he exposed a little golden spear, and this weapon was also tied to the identity of "Agent Suning".
To be continued...