Two hours later, the night that had come as promised, though it had relieved some of the irritability of the heat, had only intensified another kind of panic, that there was no city, so far, no city, and yet they could no longer walk.

Sitting on the sand tiredly, the sand baked by the scorching sun during the day has not yet cooled down, just like sitting on an electric blanket, there is a kind of relaxation and comfort, if it is usual, probably they will be interested in having a sand bath or something, but at this time, everyone's face is not good-looking.

Wen Renyi didn't curse, he pulled down the sunscreen towel, exhaled deeply, and looked dazed, is it really going to be like this, waiting here to cross?

What's in the other world?

It may have been a question he had thought about when he was bored before, but he didn't dare to think about it anymore at the thought that he might never be able to return to this world, but now, he had to think about it.

His two girlfriends, by his side, whispered something, probably to seek comfort, but at this time, who cares about whom!

"Perhaps, there's nothing wrong with crossing over. ”

Bai Le had also imagined what would happen to him before, he usually likes sports, if he really goes to a more extreme environment, he thinks he has the ability, but it is still different from taking the initiative to play extreme sports.

"It's been an adventure. ”

There is almost no return ticket for the crossing, if there are relatives here who can't give up, they may have to cry at this time, but none of them cried, Qiu Yun looked at the night and smiled, as if enjoying the coolness brought by the evening breeze.

The temperature difference between day and night is very large, especially at twelve o'clock in the night, when the space is about to turn, when he feels the weak spatial power in his body, to be precise, in his soul, also moves, Wen Bin's eyes are surprised, how can ...

After a wave of vertigo, he closed his eyes tightly, and the feeling of the world spinning that was still on his body made him fall to the ground weakly, and after a while, he felt that his brain seemed to gradually calm down, and then he opened his eyes again.

A new world, a particularly quiet forest in the night, I don't know where it is, I can't see anyone else nearby, but it's not far away, probably about the same distance as the two in the desert before, Qiu Yun lay there, obviously, she couldn't hold on to the dizziness just now, and fainted directly.

It's also a night, and if it weren't for the different scenery around you, you would think that there was no such thing as crossing at all.

Looking up at the sky, the stars and moons in the sky were incomplete, and it seemed impossible to tell how many were the same for a while.

"This world..."

Recalling the plot, Wen Bin frowned slightly, they had to find a script that was even the lowest level as soon as possible.

looked at Qiu Yun on the side, it was impossible to wake her up now, so he went to find the script first.

Wen Bin knows that there will be nothing to do at night in the plot, this world is the same as the previous world, there is a crossing rule at twelve o'clock at night, that is to say, as long as you don't want to go to other worlds to find excitement, you will stay at home honestly, and even beasts will raise a kind of nature, and will honestly nest in the cave at night to avoid encountering crossing, so that the night is relatively safer.

He looked in a general direction and strode over. This world is an ancient one, with a little bit of oriental fantasy in ancient times, you can't see street lamps or anything at night, and occasionally a few candles are lit, and most of them are not afraid of consuming lamp oil in the courtyard of the deep house, and there are already courtyard walls blocking it, and it can't shine outside.

With the faint starlight, Wen Bin walked forward quickly, before dawn, it was better to find a script, otherwise it would be as bad luck as in the plot.

In the plot, he and Qiu Yun both fainted through the night, and during the day, it was easy to find someone, and before they could understand what was going on, they were recognized as foreigners because of their different clothes, and then something happened that seemed to be logical and too many coincidences.

Qiu Yun, who was gorgeously hanging, began to show his force value, and beat away the gangsters who wanted to bully people, but there were still a lot of troubles on the road, and he was annoyed, and he was saved by a chivalrous hero later, and the two of them left.

The original owner originally walked with Qiu Yun, compared to this strange world, and other strange people in this world, Qiu Yun was able to go to a world with him, which can be regarded as fate, and he is still a friend's girlfriend, and it is still close.

This kind of companionship, stumbling and stumbling, should have been able to continue, who knew that after that, the original owner would be like a blood mold, quarreling with this for a while, and contradicting that for a while, among which Qiu Yun was also quarreling and contradictory, her beauty was too eye-catching, and there were always people who wanted to take advantage of the beauty and win the hearts of beauties, and when the chivalrous man appeared, Qiu Yun naturally threw down the original owner and followed.

After the two separated, the original owner was unlucky for a while, for a while it was an extra passer-by here A, and for a while it was a pond fish that was affected over there, many things, the original owner felt that he was very innocent, others quarreled, kitchen knives could fly to his feet, if it wasn't for good motor nerves, hide quickly, and be dead at that time, this kind of thing is not once or twice, what is going on!

Without Qiu Yun by his side, he didn't know who to vent his anger to, and he didn't know how to deal with these ignorant ancient people, and then he was splashed with water from an unknown house, and after being hit on the head by a window bolt, he simply sat down on the steps of a certain house.

The owner of that family happened to be a foreigner, and when the villagers saw the villagers, they knew what fate this was when they talked to each other, and it turned out to be a world, but the other party came early, and they were not ready to continue to cross, and they lived here honestly.

The other party told him a lot, this world, there needs to be a script.

People here, as long as they have money at home, will spend a certain amount of money to buy a script back, the script is a blank book, whether with a pen or with a finger can write on it, whether it is inked or not, will leave a correct ink on the white paper, the ink will write a story after paragraph according to the writer's thoughts.

If the story can't be established, the script will be lost, the high-level ones will be downgraded, and the low-level ones may be scrapped directly.

If the story is established and there is no literary brilliance, such as "I ate a bowl of porridge in the morning, and the porridge is millet porridge...", the script will not be upgraded and the original low-level state will be maintained. People who hold low-level scripts are easily programmed into high-level scripts and become background boards or passers-by, or characters such as vicious cannon fodder.

The most terrifying thing is that some people don't even feel that they are being manipulated by someone else's script, whether it is speaking or doing, they feel that it is what they want to do, not what someone else has written.

"But the fact is,No matter what,It's probably written by someone else.,For example, my encounter with you.,I'm kind enough to tell you this.,Also,I have a blank script here.,Although it's low-level.,But you use it first.,With our imagination.,Sooner or later, it's going to be promoted to a high-level script.,Mine is already intermediate.,It's still too old.,Imagination is not rich.,Parents are short or something.,I'm not very good at it..."

The fellow said so, and after finishing speaking, he took out his intermediate script and showed it to the original owner, saying that the intermediate level was enough for him to support his wealthy family, and to some extent, the level of the script also represented their social level in this ancient world.

Those who hold high-level scripts are either people from big families, or powerful generals or the like, or the emperor, but the emperor's script level may be more advanced and more complicated.

"It is said that if you can upgrade your script to a god level above the high-level, you will not be an emperor, but also an emperor. ”

The other party said this mysteriously, making people realize that the kind of person who wrote the fate for everyone in the script and can do this can not be the emperor?

It makes a lot of sense!

After the original owner understood how the script was upgraded, whether it would be robbed or not, and so on, he decisively killed the other party and snatched the script that the other party had been promoted to the intermediate level - only when the original owner died, his script could change hands, as long as the change of ownership was completed within a day, the script would not drop the level because there was no owner, and return to the original low-level state.

Because the fellow has already started a family here, in order to prevent the matter from being discovered, he also set a fire after winning the script and destroyed the body.

It is believed that with the level of technology in ancient times, it is absolutely impossible to detect the evidence of his crime.

This is a really good idea, and it is true according to common sense, however, the world of the script is really not very commonsense.

A fire has attracted the attention of too many people, and there are always people who want to make up their own stories on this basis, so there are many more people who can finally point to the original owner.

The original owner didn't understand this, stumbling to use the script, and before he could practice how to upgrade, he was caught in court and became the performance of a fair and strict adult.

Oh, and it may also be that the script compiled by the other party has been perfected.

In any case, people who always don't have a script are the most pitiful, and if after dawn, people who are accustomed to writing scripts for the day don't find a script for themselves before they wake up, and write something quickly, it can easily become a background board for many people to fill the blank space of the script and passers-by.

It's miserable to think about being a utility person or something.

Wen Bin is going to find a script and then study it to see if he can find the source of the characteristics of this world, and if he can develop it, it seems to be a good ability.

The premise is that there is a script first, even if it is the lowest, and after writing your own complete plot, you can well avoid the domination of others.

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