After I became the infinite flow boss

Sartre sometimes has amazing intuition.

Beiheng would pay special attention to hiding himself in front of Sartre, but even so, Sartre would still look over. This can no longer be said to be a habit or instinct, it is simply like something like fate, beyond any means of stopping.

In the silent silence, Beiheng wiped the wine stains on the table and poured the wine in the wine glass together. A glass that is too full is not suitable for handing to the guest, but pouring half of it and then handing it over is too rude.

And Sartre has been watching, as if in a daze.

Beiheng obviously has the ability to read the player's mind, but he can't read what Sartre is thinking at this time. It is very likely that Sartre is really not thinking about anything now, and is really in a daze, very absent-minded.

In fact, when Beiheng looks at Sartre, he occasionally thinks of the Sartre in the future. At that time, the other party said that he would definitely come to greet him, and his body was covered in blood like Shura, and then he resolutely destroyed his soul. To be honest, that scene really left an indelible impression in Bei Heng's heart. It was the kind of memory that could not be forgotten. Bei Heng would recall it from time to time, and the memory was still fresh.

Bei Heng did not remember the appearance of humans, because as long as conditions allowed, players could modify their appearance at will. There was really no need to remember things that often changed. Since [The Blue Ghost City], he had been used to looking at their souls first when looking at things. But even if he saw it, he might not be able to identify anything. He could only say that he remembered the form. Even among all the soul forms he had seen so far, Sartre was extremely special and could be recognized at a glance.

In fact, the strength of players would not accumulate like hoarding. It would always fluctuate, either high or low, and was greatly affected by the mentality. Sometimes, if there was a big problem with the state of mind, it was possible to plummet. Although thinking creatures always hoped that what they got would be forever obtained and would not be lost, the infinite world required that the strength of thinking creatures must match the corresponding spiritual level. Although this rule was sometimes not absolute, it was just a general situation.

In this sense, Sartre's growth is like a miracle, as if even in the history of the infinite world for so many years, Sartre is a very special case, and miracles are always inexplicable, so Beiheng gradually gave up looking for rationality in Sartre, and... maybe the reason is actually in front of him, but he still can't understand the reason.

When Beiheng was thinking, the black snake on his sleeve secretly popped out, and looked at Sartre with golden eyes. He first observed for a few seconds, then nodded, as if he had seen something, and his big vertical pupils were shining with a strange glow, and he almost said satisfaction.

When He thought so, it seemed that some power was engraved on Sartre, but Sartre didn't notice it at all, and might still be in a daze.

Beiheng noticed this change, withdrew his hand and pressed the black snake back, and asked him what he did.

The black snake was a little innocent, saying that He just allowed that human to learn his power. Beiheng was surprised and silent for a long time. Unlike Zuo Tong, Black Snake does not seem to reject humans, or in other words, in their eyes, believers are different beings. The higher the level of faith, the closer they are to that life and the more willing they are to give it power.

Bei Heng's logic is correct, but he ignores the Pope. The Pope's faith is also beyond doubt, but he is not recognized by them. What is the reason? If you ask Zuo Tong, Zuo Tong may honestly say that they cannot rule out jealousy. In addition, the Pope's situation is much more complicated. He is not a simple human.

At this time, Bai Bian came over again, sat next to him, and asked Sartre curiously: "Hey, why are you staying again?"

"..." Sartre seemed to have come back to his senses, but his eyes did not move.

"Haha, you are too persistent. Did you do this last time?" Mo Sui also came over, looking at Bei Heng at the bar from time to time.

Bei Heng knew what he was thinking, so he kept silent.

Mo Sui really looked over and said, "Boss, I'm sorry, this guy has a strange personality. He might be too absorbed and didn't notice the time."

"It's okay, it's still early," Bei Heng shook his head and said calmly, "It's a pity that my place is not open all night, so I can't let you have fun."

Bai Bian was attracted by the voice, and his eyes also turned to Bei Heng, and he couldn't help observing.

"No, staying up late is not good after all, and adults also need to take care of their bodies." Mo Sui chatted casually, and it sounded like he wanted to open up a topic.

"Yes," Bei Heng nodded, "You have to take care of your bodies."

This sounded a bit meaningful, and Bai Bian paused.

However, at this time, Sartre suddenly stood up and grabbed Bai Bian with one hand.

"Hey! Are you leaving? I still want to chat with the boss!" Bai Bian was a little confused.

Mo Sui was also surprised, but they all left, and he had no reason to stay. Helplessly, Mo Sui had to say goodbye and followed.

At this time, the person behind him suddenly said something.

"The guy in black."

Sart stopped on the spot. He was the only one in black among the three.

"Welcome to visit next time." Bei Heng looked at their backs and said calmly.

"......!"

Sart turned around immediately, his eyes bright.

Bai Bian tilted his head, while Mo Sui widened his eyes, as if he was incredulous.

"Boss, there are us too!" Bai Bian continued.

"Of course, everyone is welcome." Bei Heng nodded.

It is normal for a business to welcome customers to come again, but for some reason, this scene is a bit shocking, as if it is a sign of something, revealing an incredible mysterious atmosphere.

Maybe sometimes it is like this, people always look forward to a warm world, as if only a warm world can live.

"I will."

Sartre, who had been silent for a whole night, suddenly spoke, with a very absolute tone, as if he was making a promise beyond life.

Mo Sui was thoughtful, and his eyes were heavy.

Bai Bian looked left and right, a little puzzled by the atmosphere.

But Sartre turned around and pulled him away.

"Why do I feel that I am out of state?" Bai Bian was a little suspicious whether he had drunk too much, causing his thinking to be unclear.

"Bai Bian, why are you getting more and more humorous recently." Mo Sui teased halfway.

"Humorous? What's humorous?" Bai Bian did not dare to provoke Sarre, and he was still good at dealing with Mo Sui, "But I forgot what I did before."

"Yes, yes, 100 people? Or 1,000 people?" Mo Sui seemed to be thinking.

"Hmph, I'm a killer who will go down in history!" Baibian gritted his teeth.

"That's good, your killing skills will come in handy soon."

Mo Sui smiled unscrupulously, but of course, his expression quickly changed and he began to think seriously.

"The war of gods can also be seen as a competition for the opportunity for people to become gods. The gods are just investors. From the perspective of the game itself, the winner on the player side has made money anyway."

"A civilization can't even create a true god. This opportunity can be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?" Baibian said.

"Why, you're not interested?" Mo Sui turned around and asked.

"You can't feel it for now. The mainstream culture of my world doesn't value eternity or longevity. Even if you suddenly tell me this, I don't know what to think. What about you?"

"My world..." Mo Sui thought for a while, "Although not everyone will want it, if there is a good opportunity in front of them, I think if a person is free enough, he will definitely want longevity. When you ask me this, I think that the finite does not necessarily yearn for the infinite, but once you experience the infinite, you may not be able to bear the suffering of the finite."

Mo Sui was talking about the reason why the dead gods participated in the [God War].

"The impulse to survive will drive them crazy. At that time, I really don't know what means they will use. Even if we have investigated so much information, it seems that there are still too many unknowns at the moment. Can you understand? It is a relative suppression of magnitude, just like looking up at a giant peak alone. To be honest, I don't have full confidence."

Under the street lights, Mo Sui's facial features were illuminated very clearly, and he looked more serious.

Bai Bian was silent for half a second, and immediately patted Mo Sui's shoulder.

"Why do you think so much by yourself? If you have something to say, please speak up and analyze it together! You can't possibly not know the truth that even a murderer like me understands."

Mo Sui was stunned, then touched his head and said, "Indeed, everyone is much better than me."

Bai Bian almost rolled his eyes when he heard it, and said angrily, "If you say another word, I will chop people!"

"Don't, don't." Mo Sui was scared.

Sartre, who was behind, watched them all the way, silent, but if someone was observing from the side, this person might find that Sartre's eyes, breath, and atmosphere of existence had changed. The terrifying murderous aura that had always been terrifying gradually withdrew and internalized into the spirit. The whole person seemed to return to nature, becoming extremely restrained, without a sense of existence, and hiding in the air.

He seemed to be sublimated again, his eyes were firm and unwavering, just staring at the only one, pious and eager.

At the same time, as if responding to his mood, the space around him fluctuated faintly, which was obviously the manifestation of the power of authority.

Sensing that they were walking away, Bei Heng caught the black snake and looked at him intently.

The black snake hung its head, like a child waiting to be taught a lesson by his parents, and its golden eyes trembled slightly. It seemed that it was really afraid of Bei Heng from its instinct.

"It's okay, I'm not blaming you, I just want to ask clearly whether that just now would be harmful." Bei Heng said.

The black snake immediately raised its head, and then quickly shook its head, saying that no, no, how could it be harmful! Don't humans all want it!

The glutinous rice ball also crawled out, pressing the black snake's tail, as if calling the black snake stupid.

Then, the transformed left pupil glanced at the black snake faintly, half blaming and half helpless. In fact, he was considering whether to tell Bei Heng about this matter, but he didn't expect the black snake to tell him directly. This guy is really incapable of success and more likely to fail, and he does things without thinking.

"It's good as long as there is no harm." Bei Heng thought for a while and said, "Does that power need your approval before you allow them to learn it?"

The black snake quickly cheered up and nodded repeatedly, but Zuo Tong glared at him and the black snake immediately shrank back.

Unlike Zuo Tong who tried his best to avoid Bei Heng from having a relationship with other beings, the black snake did not have that awareness yet, so he actually didn't know what Zuo Tong was worried about. His likes and dislikes were very obvious and he would express them directly.

"It seems that there is another method. Although it is a bit limited, it does require that level of power to deal with gods and demons. The current trial will only help them improve their personal abilities for the time being."

Bei Heng, who was thinking, did not notice that their eyes crossed. In his impression, they always liked to play around, which was part of their daily interactions.

"It's just that... strength is linked to faith, which should be the same for the enemy players."

Bei Heng thought about it and asked Zuo Tong if he could have another trial, not testing other things, but only testing faith.

Zuo Tong paused, then nodded, reminding Bei Heng that if this trial was launched, Bei Heng would probably... see some things he didn't want to see, because people's faith is always unstable, just like water, with thousands of changes, and the mixed content is extremely complex. For most people, their own desires must be more important than their faith in others, and it is impossible to have pure faith.

"It doesn't matter," Bei Heng shook his head and said, "Just see if they can strengthen it a little bit."

From these words, it can be heard that Bei Heng obviously doesn't care whether others believe in him. In most cases, he only cares about strength and means, because he believes from the bottom of his heart that he is not a god and should not be the object of faith, but... for overly strong and pure beliefs, he will also be shocked, impressed, and cherish them.

Because... such a soul would be particularly beautiful, and would make me unable to help but look at it a few more times, and even feel... pity.

Wait, what pity? Bei Heng, who came back to his senses, was stunned, and quickly suppressed his thoughts, and thought that he was influenced by divinity.

Zuo Tong's eyes were a little worried.

"No matter what it is for, it doesn't matter if it's selfish. After all, there is motivation only when there is a goal. The focus of this trial is to let them see what they want in their hearts and recognize themselves." Bei Heng said to Zuo Tong.

Zuo Tong nodded, and He also suggested using [Laziness] and [Lust].

As the Abyss Demon God, they have to be said to be veterans in bewitching people, so they can save some energy.

"[Lust] looks young, can He play his own power well?" Bei Heng thought of the various childish actions of [Lust] in the summoning space. To be honest, [Lust] is almost like a human teenager who suddenly has powerful power, and his character is a bit problematic.

However, Zuo Tong quickly said that as long as He is [Lust], it will be fine.

"Well," Bei Heng had no problem, and nodded: "That's it."

Zuo Tong quickly grabbed the black snake and left.

In fact, Zuo Tong still had some things to say, such as some things that the previous consciousness of [Lust] did. There was a reason why [Lust] did not give birth to a new consciousness until recently. His previous consciousness was killed too hard by the Pope, which led to his not regenerating for a long time. As for why the Pope hates him so much, it is nothing more than because he is the best at sowing discord and playing with desire. The Pope's schizophrenia is actually the result of his planning. Of course, his purpose is more than that. His original purpose was to pull the Lord God down from the altar through the Pope, but it obviously failed, and he also paid the price of death.

The [Lust] was extremely powerful back then. It can be said that one-third of the achievements of the Abyss in [Ragnarok] were made by him, which shows how terrifying it is. Although it has become like this now, it is actually easy to make him return to the state of the year.

If you can't even get past [Lust], let alone the belief in God, even your personal beliefs will never be able to persist to the end.

Zuo Tong perked up. He never let down his guard in the trial. Moreover, considering that the enemy was that thing, there would definitely be that kind of mechanism at that time. He had to raise the trial to a higher level so that the players could prepare for that mechanism.

Time was running out. During the preparation for the trial, Zuo Tong looked at Sartre and others carefully. He strengthened Sartre by several levels alone. Several other people were also specially set up by him. They could pass the lower levels anyway, so it would not form a trial.

So be it. Zuo Tong pulled Black Snake, indicating that it was about to start, and this time he could not remind them of the existence of the trial. Everything was just a dream, so he had to create multiple dream spaces.

Black Snake looked at him aggrievedly, and then nodded.

In fact, Black Snake also knew that although Zuo Tong looked stern, his practices had always been very gentle in the realm of gods and demons.

Zuo Tong was not looking at him. To be honest, he was still a little looking forward to what results these players might give.

After the trial began, Zuo Tong simultaneously gave the live broadcast of the dream to Bei Heng.

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