Plane Store: My Customers Are From Myriad Realms

When Qin Yun typed a few lines on the keyboard, he seemed to be vaguely aware of the gaze from the unknown.

"Are you satisfied too?"

He raised his head and stared at the empty ceiling, he must be looking here.

"Also, you self-proclaimed puppet, you're not 'Qin Yun' at all, are you?"

"It's just a puppet."

The puppet that had disappeared before reappeared silently from a part of the room.

The chair turned around, Qin Yun looked straight into the other's eyes, there was no trace of emotion in those eyes.

"You're afraid of it, aren't you?" Qin Yun raised his finger and pointed to his eyes. In his scarlet pupils were "devil's eyes".

In the area passing through nothing, it is protected the same as the shepherd, and even the priority of protection is higher than that of the shepherd.

As soon as he entered the room, Qin Yun noticed that the other party looked directly into the eyes for the first time.

And often only the most concerned things, the group will check the first time.

In addition, he also discovered strange phenomena through these eyes.

"Although I don't know how you were born, it is obvious that being the same kind can hinder you."

"However, you don't seem to know their respective Abilities very well."

The puppet raised a hand expressionlessly, and in the next second, a hand pierced Qin Yun's heart directly.

The heart is the Achilles' heel of human beings, and simple damage can lead to death.

Qin Yun just lowered his head indifferently, his scarlet eyes flickered slightly, and his hand turned into powder and dissipated.

Then the hollowness in his chest strangely returned to normal.

The puppet's right arm disappeared entirely, but then reappeared.

"The same existence, this method is useless at all."

Qin Yun walked to the door step by step, opened the door, turned around and said: "As long as the information is still there, it can be recovered continuously. If you want me to disappear, you can only rely on the outside.

"Let's go out together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slammed it in front of the opponent, grabbed his shoulder and pulled it outward.

The puppet couldn't break free and was pulled out of the room.

In the room, the sound of typing on the keyboard kept ringing, and lines of words appeared on the computer screen.

Record what happened.

After an unknown period of time, the fighting outside stopped.

A black claw drilled out from Qin Yun's chest, and when it swelled, it instantly pinched the puppet, sealing the opponent's movements.

The terrifying amount of information collides, but no one can do anything about it.

The shepherd broke away from his body, but his figure was still indistinct.

"Finally, I'm here with you."

This time, Qin Yun felt anger from its words.

The shepherd raised his paw, walked out step by step, and said without looking back: "I will take it with me and disappear, you go and let everything end.

"I made a wrong decision at the beginning, you should...don't make the same mistake again. 1"

It thought it could control fate, but in the end, it was just being played by fate.

Experience repeated, hopeless with no end in sight.

With words, its sheep-skull mask gradually shatters, revealing a human,

Before entering the area of ​​nothingness, the shepherd turned his head for one last look, and jumped out with the puppet.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Yun remained silent.

That is the same information as the puppet, indicating that the shepherd and the puppet belong to the same individual.

There are two reasons, it should be that the body and consciousness are separated.

In other words, the shepherd is the 'Qin Yun' of the first era, and all these things happened because of him.

Perhaps it was because he chose to destroy and reset everything, but what happened again, so he regretted it.

What he hates is not me, but 'Qin Yun', that is, himself.

Qin Yun returned to the room, sat in front of the computer, put his hands on the keyboard, and began to choose the next story.

It took a long time for the sound of typing on the keyboard to stop, and at the moment his body was gradually dissipating.

The battle just now did not leave him unscathed.

Although the information cannot be dissipated, it was still 'erased' by them in another way.

That is assimilation, plundering the other party's information and assimilating it into one's own.

Because it is all chaotic and disorderly information, plundering and assimilating it is not a big problem.

……ask for flowers……

"The system, what are you?"

After entering the zone of nothing, the system no longer squeaks.

At the moment, Qin Yun suddenly asked such a sentence, only to see a transparent sphere emerge from his body.

"Maybe, I'm just a 'doll', a tool to be manipulated."

"Or, it's that glimmer of hope."

When the body dissipates completely, what is exposed is the materialized soul.

The scarlet demon eye came out and sent a message to Qin Yun.

"Really? I see."

At the moment, he suddenly understood why the devil's eyes were left behind.

An invisible force pushed Qin Yun's soul out, and the system sucked it in instantly.

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Two tentacles of flesh and blood drilled out from both sides of the devil's eye, typing on the keyboard.

Just after typing two lines, the system suddenly disappeared into the room without leaving a trace.

After doing this, its pupils burst into dazzling red light, and the room began to shatter into pieces, dissipating into invisible.

At the same time, itself also began to dissipate.

Everything that should not exist will disappear, and all stories will come to an end.

 …

In the barren ruins.

A group of people in robes found a transparent sphere, and it can be seen that there is a small figure inside.

Untold amounts of knowledge pour into the minds of the creatures in contact.

The leading robed man held the sphere high, and saw the sphere bursting with soft light, illuminating the barren and desolate ruins.

When a suspended giant city is built, the robed leader hides the sphere in the mural.

Countless years passed.

The cracked murals began to shatter and fall off, and Japan's hand stretched out from the shattering.

. . . . . .

In a clean and white room.

A young man stopped and took his hands off the keyboard.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window, rendering the room a dim yellow color.

The young man got up from the chair, stood at the window and looked at the red sun in the sky until the last ray of light disappeared.

On the computer screen, a few words are clearly visible.

Finale, finished. .