Wu Ming panted heavily, trying to calm his heart.

Looking at the still mysterious man in front of him, he didn't know why he had returned here.

The so-called original place in the mouth of the self-proclaimed author is actually the place where he last met his husband.

Is it time reset?

Or is what you've just experienced just a fantasy?

However, everything in the Fallen Immortal Mansion could not be more real, could there really be something that could confuse his sanity.

This question may only be answered by the person in front of you.

At least the author is not the hands and feet of the person in front of him.

This man who is sincere on the surface, but is actually an out-and-out madman, will he do the same actions and say the same words as before?

Wu Ming looked around.

They still sat in the ordinary mud tile civilian room before, and the layout was extremely simple, an old table, two new chairs, and nothing else.

It seems that this layout has not changed.

Even when they face each other, the distance between them is still as far as the sky.

For that man is the complete ruler of the world, and God is at his mercy, and the world is born of him.

If it's a dream, then it's better to let it be.

Then, the gentleman will most likely say that again, and the final agreement between them will gradually unfold.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Wu Ming, I didn't expect you to come in the end, I thought you were on your journey. ”

"Shut up. ”

Sure enough, it was this sentence.

As soon as Wu Ming heard the man speak, he immediately interrupted him, it was not the first time he had heard this.

He knew that the man's next words would bring back memories of all these years. If you fall into it again, I am afraid that you will lose yourself and forget everything that happened in the Fallen Immortal Mansion.

That unbearable past.

"What's the matter, you've traveled so many worlds, and you're still afraid of this last one?"

The man still wore his smiling face.

After Mr. finished speaking, the various memories left before quickly impacted the memory of the Fallen Immortal Mansion that had just been formed, as if he had been denying the events that had happened to him, and smoothing out Wu Ming's impression of the Fallen Immortal Mansion little by little.

It's as if someone deliberately did it.

So simply, Wu Ming let his memory wash away all the memories of the Fallen Immortal Mansion, but he only deeply engraved the last five words in his mind.

Eater, Author.

Then everything was calm.

He said what he should have said, and it was as if time had really been reset.

Now in Wu Ming's mind, he has completely let go of the Fallen Immortal Mansion.

"Yes, I'm not afraid, but here, it's very uncomfortable. ”

Wu Ming pointed to his heart, there. He has long become empty, countless times through the world, countless times of immortality, countless times of life and death, he is a human being, but he lives like a god.

All of this is thanks to the man in front of him. This man who can't even see through the current Wu Ming.

He did not leave his name, but simply addressed him as "sir".

The word Mr. weighed heavily on Wu Ming's body.

"No matter how unwilling you are, then you will come after all. You can stay in the previous world without triggering the passive effect. Why are you still here?"

As soon as he heard the passive effect, Wu Ming's godless eyes suddenly ignited a trace of fire.

He slapped the table angrily and stood up.

Perhaps it was because the table was too old, but under his palm, it became shattered.

"The passive effect, the passive effect of the world I just experienced was the sacrifice. Every minute, a person will come forward and sacrifice his entire life to me, I have lived in that world for 30 million years, and how many people have been indirectly buried by me. ”

The gentleman did not squeak, but tapped his finger lightly in the air, and another table appeared, but this one was more dilapidated than before.

This blandness and calmness tugged at Wu Ming's heart more and more.

As soon as the gentleman stretched out his backhand, a jug of wine appeared on the table out of thin air.

A jug of ordinary wine.

Wu Ming looked at the wine, and was speechless for a while.

He recognized the jug.

It was also that pot of wine that became the key turning point in everything that followed.

In Wu Ming's cognition, everything about them was created by Mr., including the world they had lived in before. But the pot of wine was his, that man, unique.

That person's exclusive is wine.

The presence of the wine here means that the person has already met with the gentleman.

When Wu Ming raised his palm and was about to get the wine, he inadvertently skimmed the black spot on the palm of his hand.

This mosquito-sized black spot didn't make Wu Ming care, but there was a familiar feeling in the dark.

"Sir, do you know a guy named the author?"

"I don't know. ”

The gentleman replied crisply, without a hint of hesitation.

"Do you know what a Realm Eater is?"

Wu Ming stared at the black dot on the palm of his hand, and always felt that the appearance of this black dot was extremely inappropriate, and he could vaguely see that the black dot was moving, and he didn't know if his eyes were wrong.

He was waiting for his answer, but he couldn't hear a voice.

After a long time, the gentleman spoke.

But the first sentence is.

"What do you think?"

In a word, let Wu Ming be speechless.

Yes, how can there be something that the sir does not recognize.

But when did the Eater of the Realm run into his memory?

He tried to flick the black spot off the palm with his fingers, but he didn't notice the evil smile of the gentleman.

"You may have experienced too many worlds, causing overlapping memories, but I've met too many people like you before. ”

"In the last world of your world, you are the god of war in the world, and the blood stained on your hands can flow thousands of miles, and the lives slaughtered are more than trillions. In that life, how are you not afraid. In the last world, you are a special god-level butcher, and even the divine beasts and fairies and demons are your delicacies, where can you be sad. And ......"

Previous World, Passive Effect, Kill.

On the last world, passive effects, recipes.

Last World......

Wu Ming couldn't remember how many worlds he had walked through, but he knew that these worlds were all around him, rising and falling, changing day and night, and no one could shake his position in the world era in which he lived.

How he wished that he was in a certain world, killed by a demonic genius who was born out of thin air, or that this person was an experienced peerless ancestor. Even if he is an ordinary person, he can do it, and he feels at ease.

But he is who he is. When he dies, the world dies. He lives, and the world is in chaos.

"These, dare you say they are not your masterpieces. The 3,000 cross-border traversers of that year shuttled through thousands of worlds, had rules in the world, and Zhen Wandai has been immortal. ”

"From supporting each other at the beginning, to competing with each other later, until killing each other, it was like a farce. It's just that this farce is so big that we are all numb and trying to know what the real world is. Is it all your game?"

"Maybe, yes. ”

The gentleman did not deny it.