The sun shone through the skylight and shone on the old man, who from this point of view was just a very ordinary old man, with gray hair and wrinkled face.

He looked very ordinary, and Wei Xu came to the old man invisibly.

The moment Wei Shu saw this notebook, he understood everything, this ordinary notebook is the "Code", the power of rules circulates in this book, but whoever has his name written on it, then he must always abide by the laws stipulated in the "Code", otherwise, he will die.

That's the rule.

Wei Shu came to the old man, he saw the old man's eyes, he really wanted to know, what this man who ruled the whole city with a pen was like, how sharp his eyes were, and whether the real emperor was like this.

But unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were very calm, even with a hint of kindness, he was just an ordinary old man, ordinary could not be more ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders was not ordinary at all.

The old man waited for about three minutes, as if he was thinking, and he didn't seem to think about anything, three minutes was not a long time, but it was very precious to the old man, and the moment of tranquility he could enjoy was probably only the three minutes before he started writing.

It's actually a very happy thing to not think about anything...

Then the old man picked up the pen.

At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly bloomed with an incomparably dazzling light, and those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see every corner of the city through this stone table.

There is no doubt that the fountain pen is just an ordinary fountain pen, there is nothing special, and even because it has been written for a long time, it has been rubbed and some of it is shining, and the paint on the exterior has fallen off.

But the old man who picked up the pen seemed to have turned into a god at this moment, and the momentum on his body emanated, turning this small world into a divine domain.

Why can a person's temperament change so much before and after picking up the pen, I am afraid that the moment he picks up the pen, the fate of countless people is tied to the hands of this old man.

The old man took off the cap of the pen, revealing the golden nib, which shimmered with golden light, and was carved with beautiful patterns, and there was a gap between the nibs, and the black ink began to fall slowly from the gap, and finally filled this gap, and the golden nib was divided into two parts by a black ink.

Then the old man lifted the pen, looked at the information on the side, and began to write his name in the notebook.

The old man writes unpleasantly, but the pen is very heavy, and he writes every stroke extremely seriously, because this name will determine the fate of a person's life.

Wei Shu walked over and sat opposite the old man, and then saw that he kept writing down one fresh name after another in his notebook, after the name was written, the ink would soon dry up, and the faint ink fragrance emitted with the volatilization of the water, which had the effect of concentrating and eye-catching.

But when the old man wrote the tenth and a half names, he suddenly stopped, because Wei Xu's figure was revealed.

The old man paused, his coherent momentum was suddenly cut off, his eyes flickered, and finally became calm and peaceful, he lifted the pen, the remaining half of the name did not put down the pen after all, he put the cap of the pen on the pen, and then raised his head and looked at Wei Shu with calm eyes.

The old man saw Wei Shu's eyes, which were a pair of eyes that represented silence, as if he could not see the huge abyss at the bottom.

Seeing these eyes, the old man understood everything.

The old man closed the notebook, put the pen away, then walked to the side, poured two cups of tea, and brought one to the stone table in front of Wei Shu.

"Tea, please." The old man said lightly.

At this moment, he seems to have changed back into that ordinary old man.

Wei Shu glanced at the ordinary notebook, the notebook was closed, the shell was black, there was not a word, it looked really ordinary, this kind of notebook with a cover, you can buy one for 5 yuan in a stationery store.

"Can I take a look at this notebook?" Wei Shu asked.

The old man said, "Yes." ”

Wei Shu stretched out his hand, the notebook did not leave the stone table, but just turned in a circle, and then, Wei Shu opened the first page.

Wei Wei has read the contents of the notebook, and it is exactly the same as the "Codex Copy", but this notebook is obviously thinner than the "Codex Copy", Wei Shu kept turning the pages, and finally found that this book seemed to be impossible to finish at all.

This is an infinite book, which can never be finished, Wei was quickly translated, and the content of the law in the "Codex" was quickly completed, followed by one name after another, the first name was even in traditional Chinese, written with a brush.

Wei Shu kept flipping back, and from nowhere, the name became simplified, and then blue, red, and black, and the fonts were different, which shows that there are many people who have written other people's names in this notebook.

In the end, Wei Shu stopped flipping because he saw three names, "Gao Yu", "Jin Jia", and "Xiao Qian".

One word difference, but reverses everything, the story is often so simple.

A typo that changed everything, changed the fate of this notebook, changed the fate of the old man, changed the fate of the city.

The old man understood everything, he handed the pen in his hand and said, "Please write my name in the notebook." ”

Wei Shu didn't take the pen, his purpose was not to become the new master of the city, his purpose was to completely refine this rule creation, and use it for his own use, so that the Code of Law would become a book of death.

The old man put the pen on the stone table, and then said: "For more than 50 years, I have been waiting for this moment all the time, I am too old to write..."

The old man seemed to regard Wei Wei as his heir, and he continued: "A long time ago, I also broke into Stonehenge, trying to change everything by myself, but in the end I became a member of this cycle. ”

Wei Shu spoke at this time: "The true Fa should exist in people's hearts, and people should respect it, but they are not afraid of it. ”

The old man raised his head and spoke slowly: "Everyone understands this truth, but if you stop writing, this world will perish." ”

Wei Xu knew what the old man meant, if he stopped writing and people found that the rules no longer punished those who broke the law, then the resentment and anger that had accumulated in people's hearts would be released in an instant, and the final result would be only one, and everything would come to an end.

But for Wei Xu, who cultivates the path of silence, he has long been accustomed to seeing the end, everything in this world will have a moment of end, everything will decline, the planet under his feet will die, the sun hanging high in the sky will die, this universe, this world will also have the day of extinction.

Everything in the world will perish, but it will also be reborn, not broken, not broken, and then established, this is reincarnation.

So Wei Shu did one thing, he tore off every page of the words written in the notebook, this notebook is an infinite book, even if he tore so many pages, he didn't see the book thinner.

The old man quietly watched Wei Shu tear off the pages, he didn't say anything, just sighed softly.

Wei Shu threw out the stack of torn pages, and said softly, "Break it..."

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