Wei Ping'an had the same feeling as when the snake god left.

He 'saw' the film.

This time he not only stretched out his hand, but the whole person floated out.

Then he saw a dense mass of spheres that seemed to be endless.

Under the shroud of the film, there are different parallel worlds.

Wei Ping'an turned his head and looked at the way he came.

The direction he came out of was also the closest to him, and the same spherical world stood out of thin air.

Wei Ping'an also wanted to continue exploring and researching, but suddenly felt a trance.

An inexplicable welling of heart palpitations.

He subconsciously understood.

If you are so hesitant to choose a space film to wear into.

His consciousness is in great danger.

Even the danger of death.

In a hurry, Wei Ping'an chose a ball that was closest to his previous parallel world.

Time waits for no man.

If you stay longer, the more energy you will consume, and it will be a problem if you can't recover.

Since there is always a need to get in.

And the external characteristics are all exactly the same, except for luck, there is really nothing to choose.

Wei Ping'an stepped into a new film.

What kind of world is this?

Could it be the modern world you used to be?

Or like the magic, myths, fantasy, abilities, and so on that I saw in my first life on the Internet......

The mood was complicated, but Wei Ping'an did not relax at all.

The moment he stepped in, he felt a faint suction.

Then as consciousness falls, the suction becomes more and more intense.

It was as if he had fallen from a great height.

But with a clear, fixed goal.

Then, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his surroundings had become blurred and distorted.

At the last minute.

Wei Ping'an clearly felt that his consciousness had fallen into a noisy city.

The next second.

Wei Ping'an completely lost consciousness.

He fainted.

I don't know how long it took.

Wei Ping'an opened his eyes.

He felt himself lying on the bed.

There are spider webs in the corners of the house, and the wooden window lattices are inlaid with a few pieces of tofu block glass, faintly shining brightly.

Turning his head to look out the window, the sky had just brightened.

This scene......

It feels so familiar.

Get up, push the door open, and go out.

No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, No. 43 courtyard in the neighborhood.

Middle Courtyard, East Transept.

Not far from the faucet.

A man in a blue coat was talking to a woman while fetching water.

The woman casually looked over.

Then I didn't know what to say to the man, but I turned around and went back to the house.

The man took the water, turned around, and without a smile on his face, nodded in this direction, and went straight back to the house.

Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu.

How is this scene so familiar?

I'm thinking about it.

A cluster of flowery information compressed packages unraveled in Wei Ping'an's mind.

That's it......

It overlapped perfectly with a small piece of information that had already existed in Wei Ping'an's mind.

Without the slightest error.

Three months ago, my father died in the line of duty, and my mother became ill.

The original body begged Yi Zhonghai to raise donations in the yard, but was rejected by Yi Zhonghai.

It's not easy to say that no one is home.

Qin Huairu went home some time ago, and when she came back, she returned the Wei family's bride price, which caused the original mother to be angry and angry, and she swallowed her breath before she reached the hospital.

Then Wei Ping'an was beaten up by Jia Dongxu and Silly Zhu.

Today, Wei Ping'an is still an apprentice in the third workshop of the rolling mill.

The master is Sun Dahai, a fifth-level fitter who is about to retire, and the workshop director is called Xu Hongbing.

Wei Ping'an, who was standing in place, was shocked and very complicated.

This scene is all too familiar.

His second life began at this moment.

And when you come out of that world and step into another world, it's still the same.

It's a bit excessive.

Don't......

Wei Ping'an's pupils suddenly shrank.

Could it be that the dense film spheres I saw at that time were all parallel worlds of the courtyard?

Can......

Why are they all the same?

Will there be other courtyard plots, or is it because I have too many regrets along the way, which leads to the system reset?

It wouldn't be such an exaggeration.

Wei Ping'an's many years of Zhizhu in his hands made him already past the state of panic, but today, after thinking of some things, he turned pale again.

Scoop water in an urn under the west window of the doorway.

The pattern of the gourd scoop is exactly the same as before.

It's amazing.

It's like a game, when you're about to clear the game, the power goes out, and then you forget to back up and store it, and you have the feeling of being deleted and starting over.

You can't think about it.

There is great horror in contemplation.

Anyway, Wei Ping'an, who has always been unfazed, was completely stunned this time.

If these dense spheres were all the same parallel space of the courtyard......

Reasoning in this direction, there are other different worlds on top of it, and where are those?

Wei Ping'an guessed.

This group of sphere worlds is likely to be wrapped in another larger sphere space.

And the space beyond that sphere space is another series of parallel worlds......

But he is a pedantic celestial, and he is at that level, but he can only break through a courtyard space of the same type, how can he achieve the ability to break through the second level?

Do it all over again?

Wei Ping'an subconsciously shook his head.

He really didn't want to do it again.

After playing the game once, the desire to replay has been reduced to freezing point.

Not to mention the immediate aftermath.

What if you change to another level and come back to continue?

It's going to be a little better.

However, this is not the case.

Wei Ping'an pondered.

I can only turn to the snake god again.

Hopefully, every world will have a snake god clone.

It allows you to accumulate more energy in your body.

If you accumulate more, you will naturally change quantitatively and qualitatively.

However, the journey seems quite long and distant.

I was busy.

Thinking of this, Wei Ping'an suddenly became a little discouraged.

Perhaps in the eyes of some big people, they are just ants.

Maybe he looks down on mosquitoes, and the sound of mosquitoes is short, and he is also a mosquito in the eyes of some big people?

Suddenly, he was excited.

But once it comes, it is safe.

These words are earthy, but they can tell the essence of the matter.

It's still going to be over.

But if you pass the law, you can't do it the same as before.

Inexplicably, Wei Ping'an brainwashed himself, and suddenly felt a little interesting again.

After washing, Wei Ping'an went out.

His consciousness is systematically strengthened.

I tried it just now.

The spatial projection ability is still there, and all the mess is there.

At this time, he didn't have the idea of collecting these antiques and the like a second time.

Because consciousness has been strengthened countless times, memories are like frame by frame.

Take two steps and go up the stairs of the hall.

Wei Ping'an muttered to himself: "Within two steps, Jia Zhang's will spit at himself." ”

Sure enough.

Jia Zhang's face viciously spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Wei Ping'an's heart moved.

Spatial power is instantly retracted.

Jia Zhang turned his head and was about to take a step when he suddenly shouted.

"Ouch!"

I didn't dare to move.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Jia Dongxu ran out and held Jia Zhang's family.

"Neck, neck twisted ......"

Jia Zhang's is like a stiff neck, but in fact, the bones of his neck are misaligned.

Jia Dongxu couldn't go to work anymore, so he hurriedly carried his mother to the hospital to see a doctor.

It was a thorough morning of work before I was able to go home.

Jia Zhang's was not lightly tossed, and he was not lightly frightened, lying on the bed humming and chirping, and his upper body did not dare to use it at all.

It is estimated that the thick phlegm will definitely not be able to be spit out in a short time.

Let's talk about it, it's not big, but it's not small.

According to the doctor's words, this situation has not been encountered a few times in decades, and this time it can be regarded as a novelty.

As for the disease, it is actually a misalignment of bones.

Moreover, the misalignment is relatively minor.

If the amplitude is any larger, the person will simply swallow.

Generally, there is no external force, and it is difficult to have this kind of disease, but Jia Zhang's just turned his head and almost broke his neck.

It's strange.

Wei Ping'an didn't have the heart to care about Jia Zhang's follow-up.

He walked on the way to the rolling mill and once again experienced his status and status in the courtyard.

A long-awaited, sad experience for little people.

It's quite interesting to taste it again now.

Came to the third workshop with memory.

Sun Dahai, as Wei Ping'an expected, was not at the workstation.

In his memory, Wei Ping'an did not have Sun Dahai's whereabouts.

But I was a little curious at this moment, so I opened the space projection function.

But......

Next, Wei Ping'an frowned.

The space projection capability is less than 500 meters.

This is......

Regressed?

Or is it the attrition during this crossing parallel worlds?

Can it be recovered?

Do you need to take in external energy to recover, or do you need to stay up for time to recover?

These are all questions that Wei Ping'an needs to investigate one by one next.

After discovering this, I was not interested in Sun Dahai's affairs.

Before putting away the space projection, he inadvertently saw Sun Dahai.

This old guy is holding an enamel jar and sucking water.

Xu Hongbing walked up to him and said a few words.

It means that Wei Ping'an is here, let him not be so ugly, arrange something, and don't let people be idle......

Wei Ping'an also knew that he was in Xu Hongbing's eyes, but it was also a helpless compromise.

Deep down in their hearts, neither of them wanted to offend Yi Zhonghai.

Although the fitter in the rolling mill is nothing more than a second-line workshop.

Fitters are not the heaviest type of technical work.

But Yi Zhonghai is also an eighth-level person.

It has its own unique position.

Xu Hongbing and Sun Dahai are not from the first-line workshop, not to mention the eldest brother, the second brother is all in the dwarf pile, so he is naturally tall and has more identity and status.

Give face.

Give Yi Zhonghai noodles.

Stand in front of the workbench.

Wei Ping'an lowered his eyebrows, seemingly idle, but in fact he had already begun to call the system.

There is no sealing skill, and it is still a skill point of the Trillions of Perfection in Sandantian.

It's just that there is an extra energy bar, and I don't know what color it is in front of it, but Wei Ping'an is in consciousness.

It's already red.

Less than a fifth remains.

It may be the same courtyard world.,So it's not like the first time I crossed over.,It's also sealed with the skills of the previous life.。

Wei Ping'an was even more determined.

His other speculation is clearly going to have the upper hand.

Sun Dahai walked over.

casually threw Wei Ping'an a few processing parts, and signaled Wei Ping'an to take over the practice.

Wei Ping'an knew that this was really a casual effort, and it had no effect at all.

Sun Dahai has reached the stage of not hiding Wei Ping'an's disdain, and he didn't even say a word during the whole process.

changed the usual, how could Wei Ping'an pretend to fiddle and draw a line or something.

But today, Wei Ping'an didn't raise his eyelids, and he was indifferent to Sun Dahai's arrangement.

Several fitters in front of the workbench next to them looked at them in surprise.

Maybe he felt that Wei Ping'an had completely given up.

After all, it will be assessed in a few days.

If Wei Ping'an can't pass this time, the designation he faces is to be transferred.

It seems that he himself has given up.

There were some discussions about himself next to him, but they didn't affect Wei Ping'an at all.

You must know that he has been called Wei Gong for many years, and he is older than the age of his current body.

At noon, go to the cafeteria to get food.

The nearest to the third workshop is a canteen.

He Yuzhu was not the chef squad leader at this time, so he not only had to cut the pier, but also be responsible for serving the rice at one of the windows.

"Two steamed buns, one cabbage."

Wei Ping'an said, sticking the lunch box into the window.

He Yuzhu snorted, still with an expression of hatred for killing his family, and he didn't hide it at all.

Scooped up a large spoonful of cabbage, on which there were two slices of fat and lean meat scattered on it.

And then what.

Wei Ping'an once again saw the 'shaking spoon' Dafa.

I saw He Yuzhu's wrist shake twice, and the dishes that were buckled into Wei Ping'an's lunch box changed from one spoonful to half a spoonful.

Meat is absolutely non-existent, cabbage is a clear soup with little water, not much.

Wei Ping'an glanced up at He Yuzhu.

I saw a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and a look of 'forgive you for not being able to do anything to me'.

"What do you see, hurry up, I'm blind, I didn't see that there was still a queue behind me."

Wei Ping'an didn't care: "Two steamed buns." ”

He Yuzhu took two steamed buns, pressed them into Wei Ping'an's lunch box, and then stretched out his hand.

This is a posture to ask for a ticket.

Wei Ping'an took back two meal tickets in his hand, leaving only one and handed it to He Yuzhu.

"I'm blind, I don't have enough tickets."

Wei Ping'an ignored him, turned around and walked to the table not far away.

"Hey, hey, Wei Ping'an, you're blind, hey, you want to eat overlord meal at my place!?"

He Yuzhu flicked the spoon and turned his head to leave.

It didn't take a minute to rush here.

While walking towards Wei Ping'an, he rolled up his sleeves.

"I didn't fight for three days, I went to the house to uncover the tiles, and I pricked my children, my skin was itchy, right?"

Wei Ping'an sat there for a long time, didn't take the steamed buns, and didn't eat a bite of the food.

Just sit quietly.

The workers next to him saw He Yuzhu rushing over violently, and hurriedly took the lunch box away from the center.

But his eyes didn't leave, and he looked at the lively posture.

He Yuzhu put his hand on Wei Ping'an's shoulder, and Wei Ping'an finally moved, but instead of making a move, he covered the lid of the lunch box.

"Hey, you can sit still!"

He Yuzhu pulled back hard.

Wei Ping'an flew up.

He fell upside down and hit the stool next to the table on his back.

The moment his back touched the stool, Wei Ping'an raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The whole cafeteria was shocked.

He Yuzhu also stood on the spot, looking at Wei Ping'an as if he was piercing his intestines, speechless. (End of chapter)