The scriptwriter did not use utopian means to restore his youth and life, not because he could not do such a thing, but because of the cost.

As we all know, the psyker's utopian fantasy is realized, and it is necessary to pay the price of burning his life and soul to modify reality, and he can naturally modify reality to regain his youth, but the next moment he regains his youth, he will pay an even higher price and become even older than now.

This only made him die faster, so the scriptwriter chose his most natural, handy, and habitual fighting style.

Hide yourself from the physical world into a safe and secure space, while building an avatar that has been beautified, polished, and unattacked by your own brain, just like a keyboard warrior hiding behind the Internet and typing on the keyboard to attack others.

But in Wu Ming's eyes, this has become a beauty filter.

"You're not kind to the script...... Isn't this beauty filter a little too much? Wu Ming looked up and down at the scriptwriter who had become a little old man, stretched out his hand and pointed at him, "This virtual image can be pinched to make its debut as a VTB, isn't it good to use this technical power to do something for the benefit of mankind?" For example, a cooperation linkage with a virtual singer, a holographic projection concert or something......"

It's a pity that the scriptwriter didn't answer Wu Ming's words, on the one hand, he was still immersed in the shock of being picked up by a guy who didn't know where to come out, and on the other hand, he was surprised by the wound on the other party's shoulder socket: "You...... You ......"

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Wu Ming for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence.

The scriptwriter could still hear the vicious curses faintly coming from the wound, but the man in front of him seemed to be completely unaffected.

"You say this?" Wu Ming pointed to the wound that had begun to heal in his shoulder socket, and raised his eyebrows to show an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Hit the other party through verbal abuse, denial of the value of others, belittling the personality of others, belittling the lives of others, and stimulating psychological shadows, so your mind is really dark, no wonder you only dare to hide behind the scenes and play some small tricks......"

The scriptwriter muttered incredulously: "There is no tendency to be affected at all, how can it be ......"

Looking at the scriptist who was a little out of shape, Wu Ming shook his head and showed a slightly regretful expression on his face.

With this talent and persistent enthusiasm for research, why not develop a black history marquee that makes people see all the stupid things and shameful experiences they have done since childhood? Not only can it exercise the mind and will almost harmlessly, but it can also make people deeply aware of their own mistakes and shortcomings...... It's really in vain for your whimsical ideas and efforts. ”

"The Blade of Evil Words induces painful memories in the hearts of others...... Why can you not be affected......"

Wu Ming glanced coldly at the scriptwriter, making the latter feel a chill that seeped into the bone marrow, but soon this chill that seemed to be able to freeze the soul bone marrow was fleeting, and his slightly indifferent voice came faintly: "Come~ Read with me: I, no, in, huh." ”

It's as simple as that? The scriptwriter obviously regarded Wu Ming's words as nonsense, and his cloudy eyes flashed with suspicion, if it was really like the latter said, a fluttering 'I don't care' could omit the influence of the evil word blade, then it was in vain that he spent so much thought and energy studying this method......

But the fact in front of him is that Wu Ming not only did not fall into the influence of psychological trauma, but even could vividly comment on his so-called actions.

At the same time, the scriptwriter is aware of a very critical problem.

"You...... Who the hell is it? The scriptwriter looked at Wu Ming vigilantly, carefully recalling the script he had written, "There is no place for you in the script I composed......

"Kamen Rider passing by, remember it for me!"

After saying that, Wu Ming didn't bother to continue talking nonsense with the scriptwriter, and a cloud of light of the reconstruction module slapped on his head, hanging his life, and he was directly sent to the containment space to be confined.

…………

The film world, copying the urban Yandu.

In the great turmoil that swept the entire film industry in the afternoon, this replica city that existed in the film world has been reduced to ruins.

The flat ground is divided by huge cracks and ravines, and the ground is staggered and raised. The high-rise buildings of the past have long since collapsed, and the crumbling half-destroyed wreckage and completely ruined buildings can be seen everywhere, and the modern city, which once perfectly replicated the real scenery, is now only bleak and desolate in ruins.

In the midst of such ruins, it became a luxury to find an intact two-storey cottage.

Rubble, cement blocks, broken steel bars, and thick dust were everywhere, and Qin Mian couldn't help but fall into contemplation as he stood on the wreckage of a building made of rubble and rubble, looking at the shadow city that had been reduced to ruins.

How many secrets are still buried in this strange world made up of people's fantasies and cognitions - what is the essence of shadow monsters? How exactly did they come about? Why are there no other protists in the heart except for shadow monsters? Why is the deeper inner sea of the heart becoming more and more distorted?

There are too many questions that have not been solved, there are still too many puzzles in this world that need to be answered, Qin Mian wants to know more about the unknown, wants to explore more knowledge, but the more he explores the unknown, the more he finds that there is a limit to the knowledge that human beings can obtain.

Even in his entire life, he could not reach the state of omniscience or omniscience.

So he decided to take a shortcut to reach the realm of omniscience.

Qin Mian did succeed, he originally just wanted to make a potion that strengthens the brain and replenishes the consumption of the soul, he tried for a long time, and finally decided to use those immortals who have worn out the mind and self as materials, this kind of wisdom elixir obtained by refining by special means can not only replenish the life and soul consumed by psionic people almost harmlessly, but he also accidentally touched a huge, vast and intelligent will.

When he first met that great will, many of the questions that had plagued Qin Mian for a long time were reasonably answered, and the vast amount of knowledge and information, whether it was important knowledge or trivial things, poured into his mind, almost overwhelming his personal consciousness.

Fortunately, contact was fleeting, and before his consciousness could disintegrate, the Great Will severed contact, and he was able to obtain a vast amount of knowledge that he would have almost impossible to obtain in his lifetime......

But that's not enough...... There are many more questions that remain unanswered, and many more unknowns that remain unexplored......

"President, the preliminary preparations have been completed." An elite of the society pulled Qin Mian back from his contemplation, "The thinking frequency, cognitive coordination is established steadily, and the response base station in reality is also ready, ready to descend on the Great Will ......"

"Then let's start......" Qin Mian slowly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to summon a fantasy tentacle to connect the cognitions and thoughts of the elites of the society, "Let's welcome the arrival of the great will together!" ”