I don't know where the wind comes from in the dead world, but instead of bringing a touch of agility to this world, it adds a lot of gloom, sometimes a gust of wind blows, and a whole skyscraper that can't be seen when you look up collapses, and the broken wall is like plastic foam, floating lightly to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the distance, the figure of Zhan Qian seemed to be much more clumsy, he laboriously searched for the crystals left behind on the ground, and he could even hear the crystals that had not had time to digest in his stomach and make a crashing sound, clang, this is the only sound in this world.

The sky was shattered, like a heavy abstract oil painting with splashes of ink, with no stars to be seen, and the moon was just a huge pale milky circle, and the delicate machinery that had been built on it had long since been blurred away in the degradation.

This is the deep blue world.

The statues formed by pedestrians on the street also shattered into plastic foam on the ground, and then rubbed against other foams to become more finely crumbled, and finally turned into a fine powder like dust, which was blown by the wind and drifted to an unknown location.

The powerful Qin Shi, the ill-intentioned Ye Yun, the bad-tempered Jiang Liu, and Lori Fuxuezi and other characters who once affected Xu Song's emotions can't escape this fate, they can only live in the novel forever.

After walking for a while, Zhan probably felt tired, and he walked to a place that was originally a road, but now it had become an abrupt blank space, and sat down to rest.

He looked up at this world that had been shattered by his "stealing", and instead of a trace of guilt, there was some satisfaction in his heart, those crystals he picked up contained huge energy, it was not easy for him to refine, but the harvest was very gratifying.

In fact, he didn't deceive Xu Song, he was really just a wisp of remnant soul, and his body was indeed an individual with great power, and even the experiences he was "seeing" to Xu Song and then writing were all true, but they were memories of the body a long time ago. He flows here from the far depths beyond the universe, and the basic laws here are completely different from the basic laws of the place where his ontology is located, if you really want to talk about it, the world where his ontology is located is more like the novel world on Xu Song's side.

It's a pity that the world of fiction here is just a young germination.

Zhan sighed, sat on the ground and began to concentrate on refining those crystals, his body split into countless remnant souls similar to him, and then scattered, looking for powerful energy for his body.

And outside of the deep blue world, there is an indescribable space, indescribable dimensions, it seems that the flow of time is also chaotic, it looks very crowded, all kinds of things that do not match each other are crowded together, and some are far apart, in general, there is only one word: chaos.

Although all common sense is useless here, there is still life here, just next to the dark blue world, a large group of golden or silver spider-like mechanical creations, under the background of the huge dark blue world, those things are as small as hair, they swim around slowly, suddenly they burrow into a colorful bubble-like space together, and the next second their figures appear in an extremely distant place.

They are just one of the lower beings here, they have their own groups and ways of communicating, as well as special duties.

Conservation of energy is one of the most common basic laws of this world, and the growth of a new world will inevitably come at the cost of the death of some other things, so they, including other more and more advanced beings in this space, all have the same duty, guarding some wall that they cannot see.

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Truth and truth are always in the hands of a few, the ordinary people who rush through the streets and buildings of the big city, who never know or care about how the world works, what they care about is the salary they will receive next month, the sheltered house, the beautiful clothes in a certain closet, or the luxurious cars and beautiful models at a certain car show.

Mortals are pathetic, but they are also happy, Zhang Shaolin sat on an outdoor chair in a café and watched a young couple next door flirting, and after the waiting sound of "Dudu" on the headphones connected to the mobile phone was over, there was a female voice who did not have much emotion and read "Please wait and dial", which was already his third call to Xu Song.

No one answered.

I asked him for the information about Leng Zhuxiang three days ago, and after saying thank you, he never appeared again.

It's been more than seventy years since he became a dreamer, and half a century since he became an official guardian, and he may still not be able to figure out what this magical god-making system is all about, but he has long had a thorough understanding of how human society works.

The simplest analogy is that it is impossible for a person like Xu Song to investigate anything useful to a person who can still live well on the ground of Liuyue Villa with a forged ID card.

But now, he hasn't contacted him for three days, even if he doesn't think about whether Xu Song encountered difficulties during the investigation, just because of the politeness and politeness he usually shows, he can't disappear for so long without saying a word.

After drinking a cup of pure coffee that was a little bitter, Zhang Shaolin made the fourth call, thinking that no one would answer it as before, thinking that if he didn't pick him up again, he would have to check the location and then go to see what this young man he had a good impression of was doing.

I didn't expect someone to answer this time, "Hey!" There was a middle-aged woman's voice with a little accent, and said loudly, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhang Shaolin subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone screen, 136 ********, the number is not wrong? So he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? This is my friend's mobile phone." ”

"Oh, you're his friend! His phone has been left here, and he doesn't say a word when people leave, and there are a lot of things in the house. The woman across from her immediately said a lot of things.

"Hmm, where are you over there, when was the last time you saw my friend?" Zhang Shaolin hurriedly asked.

"I'm here at the Qiuju Hotel, your friend moved in three or four days ago, and then I haven't seen him, and I don't know when he left, and I didn't ask for the deposit, and the coat was still left here. The other side was talking in a mess, but Zhang Shaolin quickly sorted out his thoughts and immediately replied, "Where is your address?" ”

"No. 38, Anxiang Town Center Road, Chang'an District, don't worry, you can come over whenever you want, we have people here. (To be continued.) )