"The Third Apostle?"

Chen Ming's heart suddenly, he didn't feel any aura just now, with his magic power, it was difficult to escape his perception within a radius of ten kilometers, even some seventh-order demons, it was impossible to approach quietly.

He turned to look, and saw that at this moment, a green-haired young man with a naked body was sitting on a tree looking at him.

"Don't worry, I won't make a sudden move until the game has officially started. ”

"I allow you to ask three questions, and I can tell you the answers," said Heath Ledger flatly. ”

Chen Ming shook his head and said, "You said that this is a ruined civilized world, but why can't I see any traces of destruction?"

"Because I only ended the lives of animals. ”

"I'm a spirit of nature, and nature has given birth to me, so how can I destroy nature?" ”

"It's a psychopath, isn't it?"

Chen Ming slandered in his heart, and then asked, "Were you once a god or a demon king?"

"Of course it's a god. ”

Heath Ledger affirmed, "Those filthy demons shouldn't be in this world!"

"One last question. ”

Chen Ming asked again, "What are the conditions for customs clearance here?"

"In this world, there is an artifact called the Needle of Shuohui, find it, and give it to me, even if you pass the level. ”

"The Needle of Return?"

Chen Ming frowned and asked, "Can you tell me what it looks like?"

"I have answered all three of your questions, and I am under no obligation to tell you any other answers. ”

Heath Ledger said indifferently, "If you don't find what I'm looking for in a hundred years, I'll kill you!"

"Will it be ...... in a hundred years?"

Chen Ming touched his chin and nodded, "Okay." ”

He didn't resist at all, because he knew that with his own strength, if he resisted, he would only die faster.

After Heath Ledger disappeared, Chen Ming still didn't move, but sat down, he scratched his head in annoyance, "I didn't ask such useless questions if I knew earlier, what should I do now?"

After pondering for a long time, he took a step and walked in the other direction of the forest.

I have to say that as a nature elf, Heath Ledger, no matter whether his heart is normal or not, the world he created is still very beautiful.

The vigorous and rugged trees, the rocky mountains, the flowing water, and the clouds are all permeated with a unique sense of beauty.

But the only drawback is that there is no rhythm of life.

After walking for a long time, Chen Ming stopped and looked up at the sky that was already at dusk.

The scenery was closer to the world than the hell he was used to, and the breeze was blowing, and he had a sense of déjà vu.

"Time is speeding by. ”

Under the starry sky, Chenming lit a bonfire and roasted some of the dried meat he had prepared earlier, as well as wild fruits picked from a large tree not far away.

Normally, with his magic power, he would not feel any hunger even if he didn't eat for three or four days, but now, he had just eaten some food at noon, but he had an indescribable hunger feeling.

"The body seems to have returned to the level of an ordinary human. ”

Looking at the bonfire dancing in front of him, Chen Ming was stunned, not to mention how in the outside world, the time flow rate of the Temple of Time was strange and changeable, but most of the time it was speeding up, and now he was twenty-five years old.

He had a feeling that if he couldn't find what Heath Ledger wanted within a certain amount of time, it wouldn't take him a hundred years before he would die out because of his old age.

Chenming, who was already accustomed to death, suddenly had an idea that it was actually not bad to spend a short life here.

At this time, the ancient book on his waist suddenly emitted a faint light, as if it was reminding of something.

"I know your master is still waiting for me. ”

Taking out the "Book of Magic at Dusk", Chen Ming flipped through it casually, he still couldn't see any words on the book, "I also know that there are still many things waiting for me outside, but now I hope that I can take a little rest and ...... a little."

Unconsciously, Chen Ming just sat down next to the campfire and fell asleep, the ancient books flashing with a warm light, like a small hand, gently caressing him.

......

Time flies, a year, two years...... Ten years have passed, and the power of the years has written on Chenming's face, and he no longer knows how far he has gone, let alone how far he still has gone.

"Time flies. ”

is close to middle age, Chen Ming's chin has a faint stubble, he is still the same, but the edges and corners of his face are becoming more and more mature.

Sitting by the river, Chen Ming held a fishing rod and looked at the calm water, and his heart seemed to be silent.

Although he knew that there would be no fish in the river, although he knew that there was no life in this world.

But he still wants to try, in this lonely world, to find a trace of life.

The breeze brushed the ends of his hair, the sun shone on his cheeks, he was used to it, but he was still not used to solitude.

Late at night, he always likes to hold the magic book and talk about something, and every time he walks to a new place, he will try to leave his own traces.

A scratch on a tree, a piece of parchment pressed under a stone, a coin dropped in the stream, he was creating evidence of his life in this world.

He seemed to have forgotten his task, the old man with gray temples, sitting on the edge of a cliff, watching the sunset gradually setting in front of him, stroking the old books, he smiled, "At dusk, there is always a feeling of forgetting the past, I can't tell where the real world is......"

After many years, Chen Ming, who could no longer walk, lay in the cave, his life seemed to have ushered in the end, but the hundred-year covenant was far from coming.

On the makeshift bed made of withered grass, Chen Ming said with a smile, "It turns out that from the beginning, you deceived me. ”

In front of him, at this time, stood a green-haired elf youth, decades had passed, but the years had not left even a trace on the latter's face.

"You can create the world, but you can't create life. ”

Heath Ledger didn't speak, and listened quietly to the old man's story, "What you are looking for is never the so-called Needle of Return, in fact, you just hope to leave even a trace of life in the world you have created." ”

He seemed very tired, and his voice gradually became quieter, "I'm sorry...... I can't help it...... In this ...... The vastness of ...... of the world...... Each...... Leave me in the corner...... Traces of life. ”

"I ...... Lost. ”

The old man who was dying seemed to have spent all his strength, squinting his eyes slightly as if he was asleep, but without the slightest breath, quietly holding the ancient books, his old face full of regret.

It wasn't until Chenming died that Heath Ledger said slowly, "You won." ”

He stepped forward and took the old man's head in his arms, "I am close to nature, and I have always explored the mysteries of life, but the deeper I go, the more I find my weakness, in the distant past, because of my failure, all the life I rule has been annihilated in nothingness. ”

His voice was soft and sad, "I came to the Temple of Time to make up for the mistakes of the past, for a long time, I created the world, but I can't replicate life, and your arrival just makes up for this shortcoming." ”

"Thank you, dear boy. ”

In Heath Ledger's hand, there was an extra thin needle engraved with complex lines, "The needle of Shuohui can take you back to the beginning, I hope your future will not be like me, leaving regrets." ”