What happened to the black control group on the entire network who knows XNUMX million skill points?

In response, Yan Xin, the owner of Building 603 , was sitting cross-legged and typing quickly to reply to messages in the owner group.

[Owner of Building 603 in Building : No, everyone, I am very possessive. I can only live in my house by myself. 】

The moment Yan Xin said these words, the people in the group tacitly agreed and did not choose to speak anymore.

【I am quite possessive. 】

The electronic sound of the system is mixed with the sound of electric current, which makes people's eardrums hurt.

"Okay, let's be normal. Are you done with it?"

[Don’t worry when I do things. I only need a little intervention to reach the pinnacle of technology in this world. 】

Yan Xin didn't say anything about the bragging about the system, but she fell silent when she saw the news pushed online that a certain group was invaded by an unknown virus and paralyzed the server.

"No, you crashed their server?"

[Yeah, I didn't expect their server to be so fragile. 】

The system felt very aggrieved by Yan Xin's questioning.

Who is it all for?

As a product of an advanced civilization, everything on the Internet in this world can be controlled at will as long as it wishes.

It's just that you can't interfere too much. If you disrupt the order of this world, it will definitely be punished according to internal regulations.

This time, Yan Xin wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble, so she asked him to clear the record of Shi Yuanhui ordering takeout on her mobile phone.

Just crashed other people's servers?

This is indeed unexpected by the system.

Fortunately, this is not impossible to recover.

The next day, several people wearing Taoist robes appeared in the community, holding fly whisks and wandering around the community, scattering talismans and paper money.

There is a strange and eerie atmosphere lingering in the entire community.

After sending the Taoist priests away, Yan Xin looked at the low-quality paper money all over the floor in the house, resignedly took out the broom, swept the paper money together, and then took out the brazier and burned it.

[Do you think these unreliable Taoist priests can discover Shi Yuanhui? 】

"I can't say for sure." Yan Xin said calmly.

Some Taoist priests are very sensitive to ghosts, so she asked Shi Yuanhui to find Gu Meijia to avoid them.

As for Lele, Yan Xin was not worried at all. If Lele hadn't taken the initiative to show up, neither the abbot of Wangxian Temple nor Bai Hongjiang would have noticed him.

Unless the level of the Taoist priest they invited is far beyond the golden elixir stage, don't think about it.

After burning the paper money, Yan Xin walked into the room and took out a paper man from the cabinet.

This paper man is all white, with a nose and a mouth on his face, but his eyes are missing.

Yan Xin remained silent, took out a pen and added eyes to the paper man.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Lele asked curiously.

"Tomorrow is sister Yuan Hui's birthday. I'm preparing a gift for her." Yan Xin said gently.

"I also want to prepare a gift for sister Yuanhui." Lele understood.

"Okay." Yan Xin rubbed his head.

Yan Xin looked at the paper man intently and carefully added details to the paper man with a pen.

The little turtle looked at Yan Xin quietly, alertly knowing that what Yan Xin was going to do next would not be a good thing for some people, but he was wise enough not to say anything more.

After all, Yan Xin might not beat him, but a certain seemingly harmless kid would not be merciful.

About an hour later, the white color of the paper man's body had been replaced by various incomprehensible runes, and the originally simple facial features became lifelike. Yan Xin even painted long hair on the paper man in great detail.

After drawing the paper man, Yan Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a piece of white paper, and spent nearly two hours making a paper man.

Then, he repeated what he had just done and painted facial features and runes on the paper man.

More than an hour passed before Yan Xin finished making the paper man. At that time, Yan Xin was almost exhausted, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the spiritual power in her body was almost exhausted.

She glanced at the two paper figures indifferently, then found a box and packed them.

Yan Xin was so sleepy that she yawned. She put on her clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up. After doing this, she lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

I made two paper figures in a row, and my mental strength was really overwhelming.

Yan Xin woke up again and was awakened by a phone call.

"Sister Xin, you are finally willing to answer the phone!"

Yan Xin was still a little dazed when she heard the man's sharp scream on the phone.

"who are you?"

"Sister Xin, I am Tang Zijun."

Tang Zijun?

Yan Xin was still a little drowsy. When she heard the name, she thought about it in her head for a while before she remembered something.

"It's Shen Yan's friend, right?"

"Yes Yes."

"Tell me, what happened?" As the sleepiness gradually dissipated, Yan Xin's thoughts also dispersed a little.

"That's it, can you save my grandfather? I really have no choice."

Tang Zijun's voice on the other end of the phone seemed like he was about to cry.

"Don't be anxious. Speak slowly."

"My grandpa's health has been fine for these years, but he suddenly vomited blood, fainted, and was diagnosed as a vegetative state. Taoist Master Qin Wei said that grandpa was possessed by an evil spirit. Within a month, he would..."

Tang Zijun's voice was choked and he told the matter simply and clearly.

"The Taoist Master also said that this evil spirit is quite powerful, and he has no choice but to suppress it temporarily."

"Sister Xin, we are at Union Hospital. Is it convenient for you to come over and take a look now? I will pick you up."

At this moment, Tang Zijun no longer looked like the careless playboy he had been before, instead he was filled with anxiety.

"Okay, come here." Yan Xin said calmly.

She had no special impression of Tang Zijun.

It's just that this dude, who didn't seem very reliable, invited Taoist priest Qin Wei after he learned that his friend was haunted by a female ghost.

It seems that he is also a person who values ​​friendship.

Yan Xin thought so and sent a message to Shen Yue explaining that Tang Zijun came to see her.

Shen Yue quickly replied to her message.

"It's strange to say that Grandpa Tang was diagnosed with vegetative state a week ago, but before that, Grandpa Tang had been in good health, but suddenly..."

"I'll go with you, just to see Grandpa Tang."

"Okay." Yan Xin replied.

"By the way, I heard that there is a ghost in your community. What's going on? Also, that ghost seems to be Yuan Hui." Shen Yue asked.

"It's her."

There was a talisman stuck on Shi Yuanhui's face, but the surveillance camera could not clearly capture her face.

"Yueyue, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"You said."

"Do you know anything that is more reliable in entertainment news?"

"Why, you want to release dirty information about the Yan family?"

Shen Yue had heard about Yan's Entertainment's purchase of trolls and blackmailers scolding Yan Xin. (End of chapter)