Chapter Ninety-Eight: Accompanying to the End (II)

In the room, Wu Yu was lying on the bed, and the rest of the people were almost the same movements, and their upper and lower eyelids kept fighting, "Let's sleep, I haven't slept for the past three days, and the four gods will really find a time." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Wu Yu threw the black robe on the chair, yawned, glanced at the quilt that was pressed under him by Gu Xing on the bed, kicked him, dragged the quilt out with all his might, and got into it comfortably.

"Old Wu, I suddenly thought of something just now, let me tell you." There were a total of two beds in the room, and seven people were crammed on them, Song Cheng glanced at Shao Zeyang, who had slept in a large shape, shook his head helplessly, picked him up from the bed, and threw him on the bed behind him. He Yuan, Wei Hao, and Dongyue had already formed a ball at this moment, and when Shao Zeyang was thrown up, the ball increased again.

"What's the matter?" Wu Yu rubbed his eyes, he couldn't open them a little, he blinked a few times, which made his eyes slightly moist, "Is it important?" If not, then wait until I wake up, let the four gods make such a trip to trap me. ā€

As he spoke, he rolled over comfortably and tucked himself into the warm bed.

"Don't sleep, it's important." Song Cheng glanced at him and lifted the quilt, there was no air conditioning here, and the cold air in the room instantly enveloped Wu Yu.

"Shhhh ā€

Without any hesitation, Wu Yu snatched the quilt back from Song Cheng's hand, and his body shrank back like a hermit crab, revealing only one head, squinting his eyes clearly but trying to pretend to earn a lot, "Okay, you say, I'll listen." ā€

Song Cheng rolled his eyes, as if he hadn't seen it, "This matter was also thought of after I saw your name brand just now, you must know that there are also some very special restrictions in the Tower of Babel, such as the upper limit." ā€

"Ceiling, what's it?" When Wu Yu heard this special word, he finally opened his eyes, and he glanced at Song Cheng, who was also looking at him seriously at the moment, "Okay, I won't mess around anymore, you say, what does the upper limit mean." ā€œ

"Actually, I don't know this very well, but I also saw it in the book before, there is a very special power in the Tower of Babel, and they are almost the same as the power released by the executor in the gladiatorial arena. So it can also be said that the executor's method of suppressing health is probably learned from here. It's just that the ceiling in the Tower of Babel is very special, it belongs to a very special power, and his suppression is not said to be unraveled after a while, if this suppression is for me, it is actually gone. ā€œ

"Take you as an example, you have never been to the second floor, which means that your upper limit of health is 1,500 points, and before you have been to the second floor, your health will not exceed this number anyway." Song Cheng glanced at him, "Now your health is 1,342 points, which means that you still have 158 points of health, you have reached the upper limit, and your health will never increase after that." ā€

"You mean, once I reach fifteen hundred health points, I will never increase?" Wu Yu couldn't care about sleeping at the moment, he rubbed up, his brows furrowed slightly, "Then according to that, should I go to the second floor?" ā€

"The second floor is definitely going to go, but it is definitely impossible to let you go to the second floor now, because it is impossible for you to delay the matter between us and the Four God Pavilion in seven days. And I mean, since I can know about this matter, it means that others will also know about it, which means that if your name tag is seen by someone who knows about it during this period, your identity is likely to be directly exposed. Song Cheng hesitated for a moment, glanced at the black robe that he threw aside, and said, "So from now on, you will never be able to take off this dress outside and let others see your health value." ā€

Wu Yu nodded, a person from the second floor, if the health value will never be more than fifteen hundred points, then what it represents, Wu Yu is naturally clear. But if this matter is known, then his identity will naturally be exposed, and an executor who has never been to the second layer is almost impossible to exist.

But why does this ceiling exist? And is there only one layer of this upper limit? Wu Yu hesitated, but still asked what he wanted to ask now.

"Of course not, this cap exists on every floor, but it is said that it disappears after the fifth floor. Maybe it's because of the fear that some people will upset this balance, if a person reaches 10,000 health, then he will still live on the first floor forever, doesn't this mean that the entire floor is his hunting ground? ā€

"But if a person goes to the second floor, can't he still come back again? So what's the use of this kind of restriction, a person goes to the second floor and then returns to the first floor, isn't this still his hunting ground? ā€œ

"No, it won't." Song Cheng smiled and shook his head, "No one can resist the temptation here, a person who sees the second floor, he can't resist the temptation of the sun, he would rather be an ant there than want to go back to a place where there is not even sunlight and be a ghost here." Even if this ghost was the Lord of All Ghosts, he wouldn't want to stay in this place where there was no sunlight. ā€œ

yes, there's not even sunlight here, who would love to stay in this place? Wu Yu yawned, "Then I remember, is there anything else, just hurry up and bargain if it's okay, anyway, don't people like you who cultivate spiritual power feel sleepy at all." ā€œ

"Not really." Song Cheng shook his head, "It's true that I don't feel sleepy mentally, but my body is still a normal person's body, unless one day my spirit and body reach a certain level, then I can not be sleepy..."

"Okay, then I'll sleep." Wu Yu got back into the quilt, yawned loudly, and snorted softly twice.

It's just that Song Cheng didn't close his eyes, he lay on the bed and hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth again, "Well, Lao Wu has something... I still want to tell you. ā€

"What's the matter, tell me quickly." Wu Yu snorted twice, his head covered in the quilt, and refused all cold.

Song Cheng glanced at Wu Yu again, the Wu Yu who was shrunk in the quilt with his eyes closed, just waiting to receive his message with his ears bent, he gritted his teeth, although he didn't want him to know about this matter, but this matter was really something he had to know no matter what.

"If a person's health is more than a thousand... Then, he will never be able to enter the cemetery..." )