Snort, pulse palpation, everything is normal.

But Xingle just didn't wake up, no matter how Wu Youde fiddled, there was no reaction.

The light of the small flashlight shone on the girl who had passed out, and Wu Youde went over and tried to scream again.

Fortunately, the girl only fainted because she was stimulated by the sound of the monster and soon woke up.

"Little girl, what happened to you? Xiaole can't wake up no matter how much she screams. ”

Seeing that the girl was awake, Wu Youde hurriedly asked.

The girl didn't speak, but quickly got up, took Wu Youde's small flashlight and looked around, stunned in front of a pile of pitch-black shell-like fragments.

"What is this?"

Wu Youde also walked over and saw a pile of broken shells in front of the girl.

"It's the one that chases us. ”

The girl said softly and began to weep silently.

Wu Youde was a little flustered.

Seeing the girl crying, years of life experience told him that it was better not to comfort him indiscriminately at this time.

There are many reasons to cry, but if you don't figure it out......

As for the monster's matter, Wu Youde plans to ignore it for the time being, he is already dead, so it's good that there is no danger.

"Let's go, get out of here first, and I'll find my way to the river. ”

As the girl's mood stabilized, she suggested that she leave the place first.

Holding a small flashlight, the girl was looking for the way in front, Wu Deyi put Xingle on his back, glanced at the shell-like fragments on the ground, and still didn't ask anything.

The sky was gray, and the sunset was covered in clouds, gradually sinking into the hazy mountains in the distance.

The air on the river was very fresh, Wu Youde and the girl greedily sucked in the fresh air, and the haze in their hearts dissipated a lot.

It took more than an hour for the three of them to finally get out of the sewer and walk to the river.

Xingle was placed on a chair by the river for visitors to rest, still unconscious, as if asleep.

.

"Uncle, it's boring to play chess with yourself. ”

"I can play chess, I'll play with you. ”

Xingle found that he had become another person, but it seemed that this person's every move was not under his control, just like what he had just said, it was not what he wanted to say.

"I can only play this game by myself, and if someone else interferes, it will ruin the game. ”

The old man in front of the stone table didn't raise his head, still staring at the chessboard in front of him, and a white chess piece in his hand didn't fall for a long time.

"Uncle, White has already lost, and it doesn't matter if you play or not. ”

"Xingle" said again.

"White lost?"

When the old man said this, he waited for me to "snap" the white chess piece in his hand and played it on the chessboard.

"Did you lose?"

The old man looked up.

"Yes, White lost. ”

"Star Music" is firm in its opinion.

"Did you lose?"

"Yes. ”

"Did you lose?"

"I said, uncle, are you annoyed! Don't you know how to watch it yourself if you lose or not?"

"Xingle" seemed to be impatient, and pointed to the chessboard and asked the old man to look at it.

The old man was silent, closed his eyes and smiled.

"You see, the last white is already ......"

"This?!"

Xingle obviously saw that White had lost, but on the chessboard in front of him, White and Black's pieces were swapped, and it was indeed White who had won.

And that's not the point, the point is that the old man's last move is the one that "Star Le" has just seen Black.

！！！

In other words, the game is over on the previous move!

Where did the move when I was talking to the old man go?

I hadn't spoken to the old man when I made the last move!

So what you just said was an illusion?

Xingle felt that his head was not enough, and he couldn't figure out what was in front of him.

Where did what just happened go? Did it ever happen?

Also, how is it me now?

"What about him?"

Xingle didn't understand, and muttered to himself.

"Him?"

"Is there a "he" here?"

"Are you "he"?"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

"I ......"

Xingle didn't know how to answer, and felt that he was on the verge of collapse.

"Hahahaha......"

Just as Xingle's head was about to collapse, the old man suddenly stood up laughing.

"Look!"

After the old man finished speaking, he pointed to the sky.

Quietly, Xingle noticed that this world had changed, and the scene just now disappeared and became an endless starry sky.

The old man and he were in the starry sky.

In front of me is a silent space, a black curtain, planets spinning around, the galaxy is bright, and the galaxy is like a disk.

Xingle suddenly felt very small, just a speck of dust in the starry sky.

"Look at that planet!"

The old man pointed to a distant place and called Xingle to look.

"Don't you think that planet is very big and bright? ”

"Hmm. ”

Xingle nodded, and at the edge of the distant starry sky, the planet was like a burning fireball, extremely bright.

"Look closely, what do you see?"

The old man called Xingle to see it again, and it seemed that he had some intentions.

Five minutes, ten minutes......

I don't know how long it took, a scene that shocked Xingle began to happen.

The burning planet gradually dimmed, no longer dazzling light, and began to shatter and disintegrate under the gaze of Xingle, turning into dust and disappearing into the starry sky.

Xingle turned his head and looked at the old man, not understanding what he meant.

"Look again. ”

The old man's words were still not much.

Xingle was puzzled, and looked at the place where the planet disappeared just now, and was taken aback again.

Tiny specks of dust began to coalesce, gathering more and more, gradually turning into the shape of a planet, and in the blink of an eye, it began to glow until it became a burning fireball.

"The difference between the present, the past and the future is just an illusion. ”

"You see something that may be going to happen in the future, maybe something that has happened. ”

"Can you tell if you see a planet before or after destruction?"

"Neither, what you see is time. ”

"Time will tell you whether you see the past or the future. ”

As the old man spoke, his body began to slowly become nothing, disappearing into the starry sky just as the burning planet had destroyed.

It was at this time that Xingle felt that there was something more in his body.

He looked at the burning planet again, watching him destroy again and again, and then reborn again and again.

"Is this the time?"

Xingle is like a statue, quietly erected in the starry sky......

One year, two years, ten years, one hundred years, ten thousand years......

......

"Xiaole, you're finally awake!"

Wu Youde's voice sounded in Xingle's ears, and he seemed to be very excited.

Xingle opened his eyes and saw Wu Youde with a worried face, and the girl who was looking at him next to him.

"Uncle Wu, where are we?"

Xingle now feels very lucid in his mind, as if he had a dream just now, a strange dream, and a dream is countless years.

"Time?"

Xingle whispered to himself and looked up at the sky, feeling as if his senses had been added to his senses.