Rules-based ghost talk game

Chen An turned to the next page.

[In short, although this is a journey without an end, and we are forced to bear this fate, how we live our lives depends on ourselves, right?

Hey, there are many things that you will only understand when you become a "traveler". Even if I tell you, you won't understand.

Anyway, I leave you the "Traveler" sefirah, the medium is simpler, as the reincarnation of the original "Endless Traveler" (by the way, I don't know why, the reincarnation zone of this thing is split, it may be the same

The existence of multiple "I"s in time is like the legacy of a certain characteristic (perhaps reincarnation is not appropriate to describe it). There is no need for a medium. At least in the matter of becoming a "traveler", there is a "traveler"

"The source material is enough.

I think that if you can come here, you must be ready to become a "traveler". Well, you will know everything after becoming a traveler.】

Seeing this, Chen An muttered: "But I haven't even absorbed the clown essence!"

[The 'Traveler' source of essence is in the can next to it. It took me three years to get it. I will also participate in the fifth game next. By the way, if you finish the third game in the future,

In the fourth game, you must go to the "Happiness Amusement Park" map. Yes, it is a story world with B-level pollution sources. Well, you will know when you are qualified to go.

I got some news that our past may exist in the "Happiness Amusement Park", and this source of pollution is probably left by "me" a long time ago.

At the same time, my dear comrade, I don’t know what you think, but I, Zhou Yu, will devote my life to getting rid of the fate of "travel", because I know that it is impossible for any of us to become an "endless traveler". If so,

That will no longer be ourselves.

My dream is very simple. When the actual war is over, I will buy a piece of land in a beautiful countryside, work at sunrise and rest at sunrise, marry seven wives, live on the hot bed, and have a few fat boys and children.

My lovely daughter, live a happy and stable life.

I will work hard for this until death.】

Chen An closed his eyes slightly, sorted out the mixed information in his mind, and then turned to the next page.

[Dear comrade, I don’t know if I am still alive when you see this, or if I have succeeded. If I succeed, you will no longer experience the painful and absurd reincarnation of "us", and neither will you.

See these contents.

How I wish you couldn't see this content!

If you see it, it means I failed or I am dead. If I come back from "Happy Amusement Park" alive, I will add a supplement below.

If you don’t come back, what follows is my final advice to you:

Try your best to explore this world, our past, the past of the dark world, because as my understanding deepens, I deeply understand that the meaning of our existence is to find the lost past, which is our past and also the dark world.

The lost past.

That is a piece of buried history that belongs to this world and to us.

To untie the bell, one must tie it. I believe that more than one "I" has had the idea of ​​breaking free from the shackles of fate. Maybe some people are close to success, but what we have to do is just to inherit history on the shoulders of the giants of our predecessors.

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at last,

I wish you well.]

Chen An looked hard at the bottom of these contents, and then turned over a few more pages, carefully identifying whether there was any writing on it.

Until the last page.

How he hoped that Zhou Yu would succeed and write on the last page, "I'm so scared! I succeeded! Hahahaha!" If so, he could even imagine the scene!

However, there are no other handwritings.

This shows that Zhou Yu did not succeed and would probably die.

The cycle of necessity continues.

"Chen Sheng, is this the secret of my life experience? Is it the reason why I was selected to be the 'truth bearer' in the 'God Creation Project'?" Chen An's voice was hoarse, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

In my mind, Chen Sheng's voice sounded after a moment of silence.

"My memories come from you, and I won't know anything you don't know. I just remember more things from the beginning than you do, that's all."

Chen An closed his eyes.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and he felt a sense of dizziness coming over his mind, and his mood was as complex as five different emotions.

"Does the me who wants to kill me know this?" Chen An's eyes were downcast.

Chen Shengdao: "Probably he doesn't know, but he may have thought about why he was selected in the first place, but he definitely doesn't know the specific reason."

"Yeah." Chen An nodded.

"Endless Traveler"... and "Bar Master", also known as "Rule", are the same level of existence?

Chen An inhaled slightly, took the can and put it in his bag, and quietly left the basement.

He followed the ladder and passage to the wine cellar. After pondering for a while, he used three "scare boxes" again and put them into the mechanism. With the entrance restored, Chen An put the debris back to where it was and headed toward the night.

Walk to the inner city.

When passing Brother Scar's house, Chen An noticed that the bedroom light in Brother Scar's villa was on.

He should be back.

It's just... Chen An pursed his lips slightly. The reason why he couldn't talk to Brother Scar about these things was not because he didn't trust Brother Scar, but because it involved too many things.

If the original Barren Sect of Funong knew its "specialness", then... its existence would be considered "secret".

Behind Brother Scar is the Palace of Night. People who are useful to the Desolate Sect have no reason to be useless to the Palace of Night.

What's more, the original "god-making plan" must have been recorded. If that plan is involved, there is no reason why Chen Sheng, the "residue of truth," shouldn't be involved.

The cold wind blew across Chen An's cheek. He opened the door and saw Ding Ping sitting on the sofa, her face slightly red and her eyes a little drunk.

She was only wearing a white home shirt, with her smooth thighs and slightly red feet exposed. She was half leaning on the sofa. Next to the sofa, there were almost twenty or thirty green glass bottles piled up!

On the table on the other side, there are four or five empty bottles!

Looking at the familiar color, Chen An also smelled the strong smell of alcohol.

"How much did you drink!" Chen An couldn't help but exclaimed slightly as he approached.

This is soft city beer. The price is not that high, but it is not cheap either. The alcohol content is the same as that of real malt liquor. It is easier to get drunk than beer.

When Ding Ping saw Chen An coming home, she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, showing her white teeth. She wanted to get off the sofa, but she couldn't stand firm. Before her legs could get off, her body fell down first and fell directly to the ground.

Chen An hurriedly went over to help her up, looking at her messy hair on her face, shoulders, hot body and red face... she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Why did you come back so late?" Ding Ping said intermittently, her voice sounded like a moan, and she stared at Chen An with drunken eyes.

Chen An put her on the sofa and stabilized her, and said, "I chatted with Brother Scar for a while."

"Oh." Ding Ping nodded in understanding. Her mouth was full of strong alcohol, spraying on Chen An's face: "Come, stay with me, drink some!"

Chen An gave a bitter smile and said: "Sister-in-law, I know you desperately want to become an 'alcoholic', but you have to take your time, right?"

Ding Ping was slightly startled, her red cheeks rising with anger, and she suddenly smashed the wine bottle in her hand on the coffee table, making a crisp "bang" sound.

Then, she looked at Chen An with a rosy face and slightly red eyes.

"No, no, no! No, no!"

Chen An looked at her blankly, and Ding Ping's eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

"Before... before... I was like an... idiot because of my... my idiot... ability! That... secret organization... almost made you and me... die...

Got there!”

Chen An took a breath and looked at Ding Ping, who was drunk and full of emotions, and couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

Was it because of the trap? Ding Ping didn't say anything and acted very optimistic at the time.

In fact, she took all the responsibility for that fatal crisis in her own heart?

"I...have to...quickly...become...an alcoholic!"

Ding Ping was still murmuring, and as she spoke, she suddenly fell on Chen An and fell asleep drunkenly.

Chen An looked at Ding Ping and said softly: "I know the key to an alcoholic is whether he is drunk or not, but how can you do this...take your time..." But at this point, Chen An was stunned again.

Oh, what qualifications do you have to criticize others?

Obviously, everyone has no reason to take it slow.

This world, this damn destiny, doesn't give them the chance or time to take their time!