Night.

When Zhou Baiyu suddenly disappeared into the unknown time and space at the moment when the countdown arrived......

Ling Hanshu, who had been looking for Zhou Baiyu for a day to no avail, also entered a strange space.

In the dark world, there was suddenly light.

The orange light makes this space of less than 80 square meters exude a twilight atmosphere.

Underneath the chandelier is a long table with four rows of bookshelves, books of various materials and covers, mounted on four rows of bookshelves with a simple texture.

There are manuscript-like books, bamboo tubes, dossiers, or dictionaries.

An extremely old-looking man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, wearing large-framed reading glasses, holding a book, with a puzzled expression, as if he was curious about something.

But when Ling Hanshu came in, he quickly became calm, and said in an old voice:

"Even in my long career, there aren't many examples of you."

The structure of the house, because of the rows of bookshelves, presents a structure of the word "Chuan".

Ling Hanshu entered the library, and the old man, who was suspected to be the administrator, was on the other side of the long table.

"Why did I get in here all of a sudden? I didn't see the countdown ......"

Ling Han looked at the old man puzzled.

Old man says:

"Do you know why the rules don't choose to let a pioneer like you fail the challenge and be wiped out, but instead choose a strange forced suicide?"

Ling Hanshu shook his head.

Failure in the challenge mission and forced suicide seems to be the fate of all Failed Forerunners.

No one asks why, no one cares why the rules made by "God" are so cumbersome.

It wasn't until today that Ling Hanshu was rescued that he began to subconsciously think about this problem:

The old man said directly:

"It's salvation."

"To give you a chance at resurrection. But whether anyone is willing to save you, whether there is anyone who is willing to take the risk of near death, you need to fight for it. ”

"So suicide can be stopped, but it comes at a cost."

Ling Hanshu didn't speak.

"You're lucky, the blind cat bumped into a dead mouse. I actually happened to meet a person who participated in the first trial. ”

"And this person's first trial has begun."

Ling Hanshu was shocked.

The first to try?

Her body trembled, her legs suddenly went limp, and she leaned against the bookshelf.

"How could it be...... Pioneer ...... He turned out to be a newcomer? ”

No matter how others talk about Ling Hanshu, as a person of the eyes of heaven, how respectful her status is, in the eyes of the old man, this is a stupid girl, a stupid girl who is not angry:

"Or else? Be our peepers, don't rely on a lot of information, don't think, use your pig brain to think about it, except for newcomers, who will save you for no reason? ”

"I really don't want to be your middleman, but it's a debt I have to pay. If you want to live, think more. ”

Ling Hanshu nodded silently and wrote down the teachings.

Nine professions, nine intermediaries.

Each intermediary has its own characteristics.

A mature and charming gambler woman, a violent and manic instructor, or a librarian who spreads knowledge......

They are remnants of a battle and are forced to begin serving in the service of nurturing the Precursors.

Of course, in addition to imparting professional knowledge, the biggest task is to squeeze out the advance value.

Find a way to make every forerunner use up their advance value.

Regardless of the different personalities of the nine intermediaries, there are also those who really regard the pioneers as students. For example, this old man - Moisan.

The Moisan language is the intermediary between the god of knowledge and wisdom. He was hopeful that the forerunners would survive.

Of course, only the living forerunners are equipped with advance duty.

He also always taught these forerunners to think more.

Think more, there are only three words, but in that apocalyptic version that scares countless people and countless weird rules, there are really few people who can think more.

Ling Hanshu's heart was very flustered, and he was about to speak.

Mo Sanyu saw her anxious look and angrily reprimanded:

"What's the panic? They all told you to think more, if that newcomer fails, you are dead, since you have come here, it means that his journey is not over. ”

"But he's a newcomer! How could he have survived without my help? ”

Mo Sanyu snorted coldly, and the stern old man sneered:

"If you don't like to think, your brain will degenerate, and if you don't like to think, you will be arrogant, you can't complete your own challenge, what do you think you can do to help you with this more difficult challenge?"

"You think you're redeeming both ways with him? In fact, your actions are a murder. You're just forcing someone else to save you. ”

Ling Hanshu didn't dare to talk back, she really wanted to survive, so she had to use such a means as a last resort.

If Zhou Baiyu fails the challenge, both she and Zhou Baiyu will die. She wanted to know what happened to Zhou Baiyu.

"I'm going to spy on him."

"Yes, pay 430 advance points, and I'll take a perk from you permanently. This matter is non-negotiable. ”

This matter is really non-negotiable, because it is a punishment mechanism. Ling Hanshu forcibly asked for a life from Zhou Baiyu, so the 430 advance duty and a privilege were her debts to Zhou Baiyu.

Of course, this debt is much more than that.

The old man took out a book from the second shelf. The cover of the book was painted with three twelve-sided dice.

It was a very thick book.

When Moissanite pulled it out of the shelf, he was surprised that a book that had not been on a second shelf for a long time could be so thick.

Although he had already divined a result and knew that Ling Hanshu would not die, he couldn't think of it......

The owner of this book can write such thick pages.

"How is this possible......"

Strange things happen again.

Just when Moisan thought that the book was thick, the book actually changed......

It starts to get thinner.

Thinning means that there are fewer pages in the book, which means that the protagonist in the book has fewer experiences.

But how is this possible?

"Impossible...... Absolutely impossible ......"

The impossible is still happening.

As a fourth-order existence of the peeping one, the Heavenly Wisdom Master, Moissanite simply cannot accept that a thing that should have a fixed number is constantly changing.

This made him doubt all the knowledge frameworks in his mind for a moment.

But soon, he forcibly calmed down:

"Knowledge can't be wrong, there must be something new, I just haven't found the reason...... Well, it must be so. ”

The book with the three dice is still getting thicker and thinner.

But some pages are indeed fixed.

Moisan did the math again, convinced that the results of his original divination had not changed.

"You can only look at the first few pages. 430 advance points, as well as the pre-draft bounty you received in version 1.19, are the cost of reading the book this time. ”

It's definitely incredibly expensive. But in the past, Moisan would never buy and sell.

Ling Hanshu was afraid of being scolded, so he didn't dare to speak out for a while, and was forced to think.

"I'm dying, and money is outside of my body...... It's not worth caring about, but Mr. Mo is not like the kind of person who will oppress even the dead. ”

"Is it possible...... Mr. Zhou Baiyu, he survived? ”

The book reverted back to its original thickness.

The heavy book almost has weight, and Moissanite knows very well that the thickness of this book is already an appearance.

The future of that young man...... No result.

Ling Hanshu finally had to accept the deal and turned the first few pages that were only allowed to be opened.

Not much...... She was already red-faced.

"This ...... This, this is impossible, Mr. Zhou Baiyu...... How can it be such a lustful person! ”