Although it is not clear how long it has been walking, the two of them still have to go hard.

"I'm going to start walking up, how do I feel that the other party doesn't want me to see him?"

It was a dark and narrow journey to go up again, but unlike the feeling of going down, the body of the dead wood at this time felt an inexplicable sense of lightness.

Along the upward path, Deadwood and Mengze soon saw a faint light, and the two of them thought that it was the exit.

"I don't know what the other party is doing here."

As the two of them got closer and closer to the luminous point, the sound that entered their ears gradually became clearer.

Only then did Deadwood realize that the sound was made by the wind.

When Deadwood Dreamze left the passage, he found that they had arrived at a place full of trees, which was not a room at all, but suddenly outside.

This strange change stunned both Deadwood and Yumezawa, how could they suddenly come outside when they entered the normal street, and even the passage they walked through led to the outside.

An old man who seemed to be alive sat at a table in the middle of the woods, and the old man seemed to have made up his mind that the dead wood would come here.

Judging from his appearance, the old man is indeed the same as Meng Ze described, and he looks very weak.

Faced with such a situation, Deadwood cautiously and slowly moved forward, perceiving the situation around him.

"What's wrong with one hundred and eight."

"One hundred and eight?"

Deadwood was a little puzzled by the old man's code name.

"You are the one hundred and eighth person who saw me today, I don't remember people's names, only numbers, the girl next to you is the one hundred and eight, and I won't see anyone after seeing you."

Deadwood was the last person the old man decided to meet.

"Do you see people differently every time?"

I was puzzled by the way the old man met people this time.

"After all, you're not going to ask me right away, so it's hard for you to see me."

The old man said what Deadwood had in mind at the beginning, so he deliberately made things difficult for Deadwood, although he only walked an extra distance.

But Deadwood's suspicious personality had doubts about the old man's words, and the old man said that Deadwood was the one hundred and eighth person he had seen today, and if the old man had an opinion every time, how could no one know about his existence if so many people had opinions.

"You seem to have other questions, and if I asked, I would answer you."

Meng Ze tugged at the dead wood's arm and asked him to ask what he wanted to know the most, and some irrelevant doubts should not be asked first.

There seems to be a limit to the number of times you can ask questions, and Deadwood can only ask what he wants to know.

Just as Deadwood was about to ask, the old man made a few requests to Deadwood.

"So let's talk about it first, I can't give a definite answer to questions like people's feelings, I don't know about the problems that may happen in the future, and I don't know how people succeed, okay, that's all you ask."

You can also understand these points about the old man's deathwood, but the deadwood himself is asking about the exact thing, don't worry about this.

"I want to ask why the soul that has become perfect has become thinner?"

Deadwood gets straight to the point and asks the questions you want to understand.

The old man didn't talk much nonsense, and when he saw the dead wood asking questions, he answered directly.

"There is only one case of the completed soul thinning, and that is to set aside the soul, and if the soul of an ordinary person is, then the soul will become thin after being divided into two."

"So does the thinning of the soul have any effect?"

"The soul will become weaker and more easily dissipated, and the advantage is that the soul will not become a walking dead when it dies in time, as long as you get the soul that was distributed before, you can change back to its original appearance."

"Ahh

Looking at the old man's explanation, Deadwood understood why the people behind Qiu Zhenyuan could rest assured that Qiu Zhenyuan would be arrested, and even if Qiu Zhenyuan died, he could be resurrected.

"I didn't expect the person behind Qiu Zhenyuan to be so terrifying, and even resurrect people."

"There's one more question." The old man interrupted Deadwood's train of thought and asked him to continue asking.

The opportunity must not be lost and the time will not come again, and Deadwood has a question that he has been thinking about for more than ten years and is ready to ask the old man.

"Old man, what's going on with the abilities in my body?"

"I'm sorry I need to keep a secret, so I can't say anything about that?"

"Secret?"

I don't know if I really don't know or I don't want to tell Deadwood, but the old man rejected Deadwood's question for secret reasons.

However, the old man did not say a word at all.

"Your ability is because of yourself, I can only tell you that your ability is good for you, you are good for it, don't dislike it because of all kinds of experiences."

The old man gave the dead wood a paragraph of words without cause and effect, which made people scratch their heads, what is good for the dead wood, and the dead wood is good for it, the old man's words made the dead wood stunned.

If it weren't for the ability of the dead wood, it would not be lonely and lonely and afraid of the soul for more than ten years, and even the instrument that clearly had the ability to detect the ability could not show anything, the dead wood was not unable to accept his own ability, if the dead wood could clearly know his ability from the beginning, the dead wood could also accept it instead of showing up when he didn't want to pay attention to it, if the dead wood's own ability was normal, then he was not just like this, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the current appearance of the dead wood was completely caused by ability.

What makes Deadwood puzzled is the last paragraph.,I'm also very good at ability.,Deadwood knows that his ability is very mysterious.,The number of times you can use it is absolutely counted with two hands.,To say how good your ability is.,Deadwood won't believe it.,There's no standard for judging at all.。

"What a pointless word."

For the old man, if he didn't help, Deadwood felt that he had wasted an opportunity.

"The opportunity to ask questions three times is gone."

"Another time, as long as you don't tell me about this place after you leave here, you can ask one, rest assured, as long as you agree to my request, you will only remember the answer to your own question when you leave here, and the rest of the things will not be remembered, unless you can come here again."

"Then if I don't ask, can I tell someone?"

"You can only tell one person."

The old man's last words were equivalent to telling Deadwood why he didn't know the answer here, and those people, without exception, exchanged for a fourth chance to ask at the cost of not saying it.

Deadwood glanced back at Meng Ze who was standing in the distance, and had an answer to Meng Ze's choice at that time.

The old man saw Deadwood's thoughts, "Of course she remembers, after all, she chose to tell others." ”

"I've always had only one question in mind, and now it's really hard to come up with questions that I don't know, that's all I want to ask, if I have the opportunity to ask it next time."

Deadwood stood firm in his answer and stopped asking.

After listening to the dead wood's words, the old man was so big, "It's worthy of the one hundred and eight brought by the one hundred and eight, it's really the same, I hope you remember my words and don't have disgusted thoughts about your abilities." ”

The old man finally admonished Deadwood to remember his words, and then sent the two of them away.

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"Why don't you ask a fourth question?"

The lovely Yumezawa expressed doubts about Deadwood's behavior, he didn't know what questions to ask and didn't have many questions, so he chose to be able to tell others, but Deadwood looked like a person who was full of doubts about how could he not ask.

"Isn't there anything wrong with me, and it's not good to ask about opportunities to tell others."

"I already know the answer I want, and I may be able to see him again."

"Deadwood thinks so long-term, I don't think I'll be able to meet him all the time." Meng Ze cares more about what is in front of her, after all, survival is a big problem for her now.

Deadwood and Mengzawa, who walked out of the other exit, are now in the mall in the center of the city, and Yumezawa Deadwood knows that he has appeared suddenly, but others are not aware of it at all.

"I left without any help."

Seeing that he had returned to the ground, Mengzawa was not ready to stay with the dead wood for long, and was ready to leave to see his mother.

"Mengze, do you mind if I go to the hospital with you?"

Deadwood knew that Mengze had helped him a lot, and he was going to find out if Mengze needed help, the first thing was to go to the hospital with Mengze to visit Mengze's mother.

"Are you really coming?"

Meng Ze pinched his little hand and was a little nervous.