Point of difference doom

night.

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

Ling Hansu, who had been searching for Zhou Baiyu for a day without finding any results, also entered a strange space.

In the dark world, suddenly there was light.

The orange light gave the space of less than 80 square meters an air of twilight.

Under the chandelier, there is a long table and four rows of bookshelves. Books of various materials and covers are installed on the four rows of bookshelves with a simple texture.

There are some that look like manuscripts, some that look like bamboo tubes, some that look like archives, or some that look like dictionaries.

An extremely old-looking old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and large-framed reading glasses was holding a book with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was curious about a certain question.

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

"Even in my long career, there are not many examples like you."

The structure of the house, because of the rows of bookshelves, shows the structure of the Chinese character "Chuan".

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

"Why did I suddenly enter here? I didn't see the countdown..."

Ling Hansu looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man said:

"Do you know why the rules don't choose to allow pioneers like you who fail to challenge to be directly obliterated, but choose a strange forced suicide?"

Ling Hansu shook his head.

Failing the challenge mission and being forced to commit suicide seems to be the fate of all failed forerunners.

No one asked why, no one cared about why the rules set by "God" were so cumbersome.

It was not until today that Ling Hansu was rescued that he began to think about this problem subconsciously:

The old man said directly:

"This is redemption."

"To give you a chance to resurrect. But whether anyone is willing to save you, and whether anyone is willing to take the risk of near-death, you need to fight for it yourself."

"So suicide can be prevented, but prevention comes at a cost."

Ling Hansu said nothing.

"You're lucky. A blind cat bumps into a dead mouse. You actually happened to meet someone who participated in the pilot trial."

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

Ling Hansu was shocked.

A first try?

Her body trembled, her legs suddenly became weak, and she leaned against the bookshelf.

"How could it be...the first trial...he is actually a newcomer?"

No matter how others fawn over Ling Hansu, as a third-eyed person, no matter how respected her status is, in the eyes of the old man, she is just a stupid girl, a stupid girl who fails to live up to her expectations:

"What else? As our voyeur, don't rely on too much information to stop thinking. Use your pig brain to think about it. Apart from the newcomers, who will save you for no reason?"

"I really don't want to be your middleman, but this is a debt I have to repay. If you want to survive, think more."

Ling Hansu nodded silently and wrote down the instructions.

Nine professions, nine middlemen.

Each intermediary has its own characteristics.

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

They were the survivors from a certain battle and were forced to serve in cultivating the Forerunners.

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

Find a way to let every forerunner use up their advance points.

Regardless of the different personalities of the nine middlemen, there are still some who are truly forerunners and regard them as students. For example, this old man - Mo Sangyu.

Moissan is the intermediary between the gods of knowledge and wisdom. He really wants these forerunners to survive.

Of course, only living forerunners have advance points.

He also always taught these pioneers: think more.

Think more, there are only three words, but in that doomsday version that scares countless people and has countless weird rules, there are really not many people who can think more.

Ling Hansu was panicking and was about to speak.

Seeing her anxious look, Mo Sanyu angrily yelled:

"Why are you panicking? I told you to think more carefully. If the newcomer fails, you will be dead. Since you are here, it means that his journey is not over."

"But he is a newcomer! How could he survive without my help?"

Mo Sanyu snorted, and the stern old man sneered:

"A brain that doesn't like to think will degenerate, and people with degenerated brains will become arrogant. You are really arrogant. You are still unable to complete your own challenge. This is a more difficult challenge. How do you think you can help?"

"Do you think you are trying to redeem yourself with him? In fact, your behavior is a murder. You just force others to save you."

Ling Hansu didn't dare to talk back. She wanted to survive, so she had no choice but to use this method.

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

"I want to spy on him."

"Okay, pay 430 advance points, and I will permanently take away a privilege from you. This matter is non-negotiable."

This matter is indeed non-negotiable, because this is the punishment mechanism. Ling Hansu forcibly took a life from Zhou Baiyu, so the 430 advance points and a privilege were her debt to Zhou Baiyu.

Of course, this debt is much more than that.

The old man took out a book from the second bookshelf. There were three twelve-sided dice drawn on the cover of the book.

That is a very thick book.

When Mo Sangyu took it out of the bookshelf, he was surprised. It had been a long time since the books on the second shelf were so thick.

Although he had already divined a result and knew that Ling Hansu would not die, he never expected...

The owner of this book can write such thick and complicated pages.

"How can this be……"

Strange things happened again.

Just when Mo Sangyu thought that this book was very thick, the book actually changed...

It starts to get thinner.

Thinning means that the pages of the book have become fewer, which means that the protagonist in the book has fewer experiences.

But how is this possible?

"Impossible...absolutely impossible..."

Impossible things are still happening.

As a fourth-level voyeur, Tianhui Master, Mo Sangyu simply cannot accept that something that should have a fixed number is constantly changing.

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

But soon, he forced himself to calm down:

"The knowledge cannot be wrong. There must be some new situation. I just haven't found the reason... Well, that must be the case."

The book with the three dices on it is still getting thicker and thinner.

But some pages are indeed fixed.

Mo Sanyu calculated it again and was convinced that his original divination result had not changed.

"You can only read the first few pages. The 430 advance points and a pre-conscription gift you obtained in version 1.19 are all the cost of reading the book this time."

This is definitely an extremely expensive price. But in the past, Mozang would never buy or sell by force.

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

"I'm about to die, and my money is all external possessions... It's not worth caring about, but Teacher Mo doesn't seem like the kind of person who would exploit even the dead."

"Is it possible...Mr. Zhou Baiyu survived?"

The book returned to its original thickness.

A thick book has almost no weight, and Mo Sangyu knows very well that the thickness of this book is already an appearance.

That young man's future... has no results.

Ling Hansu finally had to accept the deal and opened the first few pages that he was only allowed to open.

Not long after...she was already blushing.

"This...this, this is impossible, Mr. Zhou Baiyu...how could he be such a perverted person!"