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I said nothing and looked at the old man quietly. The more I spoke at this time, the more my weaknesses would be exposed.

After a long time, the old man calmed down. The shock on his face slowly dissipated, and he looked at me with a trace of sympathy and despair.

I walked to the old man and looked at the wounds on his body: "Tell me everything you know."

The old man smiled miserably and tried his best to straighten his upper body. He pointed at me: "It seems you don't remember anything. I have fantasized about meeting you again countless times and thought of thousands of ways to hunt you. Now You are at your weakest stage, this is an excellent opportunity, but it is a pity that I can no longer seize it."

His smile contained very complex emotions, as if he was venting, but also as if he was laughing at himself.

The old man has seen everything. As the most powerful presence in the show second only to the first anchor, it is difficult for any cover-up to escape his eyes.

"You are different from what I imagined." I accepted the ghost, as if I had returned to my own home, and sat naturally on the sofa, side by side with the old man: "Do you need me to do anything for you? "

The show's optional tasks include the option of rescuing other shows. For points, I can help him.

"Help me? I was planning to kill you just now. To be precise, even if you helped me, as soon as I regain a little strength, I will attack you as soon as possible! Even so, will you help me?" The old man He tilted his head and looked at me, his cloudy eyes making it impossible to guess his innermost thoughts.

"I'm not helping you because I sympathize with you. It's just that helping you is in my best interest at the moment." I leaned back on the sofa and admired the sea of ​​rapeseed flowers on the wall. The whole painting was very detailed, and each flower was unique. Are not the same.

"Profit comes first. Even if you have been missing for so long, your nature has not changed." The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with light: "Do you think what I said is right? The first anchor."

The old man directly called me the first anchor. This answer was what I expected, but when he actually said it from the old man's mouth and received the affirmation, my heart still beat hard.

I didn't speak, and intermittent memory fragments emerged in my mind. Those memories made me feel strange, as if I was watching another person's experience.

"You probably don't remember anything." The old man's body was thin, which made the wounds on his chest and abdomen look particularly hideous. However, he didn't care at all, as if he had long ignored life and death: "There is a saying circulating in the show, Once you accumulate 10,000 points, you can leave the show and control your own destiny. Everyone thinks that your disappearance is because you have accumulated 10,000 points, but only I know that even you cannot have so many points. That's An impossible mission.”

His eyes were a little dim, and his vitality was slowly passing away: "You must have used that thing. You exchanged it for a complete reincarnation mirror. You stepped into reincarnation and returned to the starting point of your destiny."

"Why do you have such an inference?" My guess and the old man's are actually very similar, but there is no evidence to prove it.

"Some time before you disappeared, the Samsara Mirror disappeared from the show's product exchange catalog. And shortly after you disappeared, another product appeared on the show's product shelves, called the Samsara Mirror Fragments!" The old man said in a deep voice. Said: "The complete mirror turned into fragments, someone must have used it!"

He tilted his neck and stared at me: "Reincarnation should not be entered lightly. You have forgotten everything. Judging from your appearance now, you must have failed."

I thought about the old man's words. He didn't seem to know about the nine Tao locks hidden in my body. This method of sealing memories to escape reincarnation may be my biggest secret.

My thoughts wrapped around my fingers, and I pressed the edge of the old man's wound. Those things like nematodes in his body bit directly at my fingers, which were extremely aggressive.

"It's useless. My main will has been plotted by the black robes and the betrayers. It's not out of danger yet. Even if this will is saved, it won't mean much. All my abilities, accumulated treasures, and magic weapons are in the main will. ." The old man struggled to pick up the coat that fell on the ground, and the wound on his abdomen expanded a bit due to the force: "Both of us failed, defeated by fate."

"Failed to fate?" I asked patiently while using my own will to help the old man suppress his wounds: "I just forgot something. It's too early to say I failed."

"You can't even remember your biggest enemy, how can you resist?" The old man dismissed it, but I don't know if it was my misunderstanding. I could always hear a hint of disappointment in his words, just like the last It's as if hope has been lost: "You have forgotten everything and have become a chess piece of fate. After all, you still have not escaped from the chess game."

He covered the wound on his lower abdomen and spoke intermittently: "The original will of God is composed of fate and destiny. Destiny is unchanging and fate is bumpy. When the stars are shining and fate falls to the bottom, fate gathers the will of all living beings and becomes the will of God, that is, From that time on, there was the saying of destiny.”

I listened carefully, and the old man revealed the real secret of this era: "I don't know when the show was created, but I know that the creation of the show must be related to fate, and even the show itself is destiny."

He raised his hand and pointed at himself, and then pointed at me: "Whether it's you, me, or the betrayers hiding in the deep dreams, and everyone who can watch the live broadcast of the show, they are all rebels against fate. They cannot Deny it, these people have an ultimate desire in their hearts, that is, they want to take control of their own lives!"

"No matter what profession he is engaged in, whether he is a taxi driver or a street gangster, at least he felt unwilling for a moment!"

"The anger towards fate and the desire for destiny are buried deep in their hearts. The existence of the show is precisely to awaken them, to show the real world in front of them in a crude and simple way, and to tell them that destiny is ahead! The future is not Unchanged!"

The old man expressed his views on the meaning of the show. This is what he realized as the host of the show, and it is also one of the reasons why he supports the show wholeheartedly.

"Fate and destiny..." The orifices in my body were trembling faintly, and the old man's words gave me a huge impact.

In fact, since I started live broadcasting, the fate of countless people has changed. Some of them were shattered to pieces, and some were exposed to the real world. I have had similar emotions during many live broadcasts.

"Fate controls the will of God. There are various fates in the world. The seemingly wonderful life has already been foreshadowed. This world is simply boring. So everyone is resisting in their own way, but until No one has succeeded yet, maybe this is our fate..." The old man looked at me blankly, his expression dark: "I once thought you were the most promising one, but unfortunately you still failed."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the sea of ​​rapeseed flowers on the wall. The wound on his abdomen was still expanding, and I could feel his willpower dissipating.

"Since we all have the same purpose, why can't we join forces? After all, fate is the biggest enemy." I tried my best to prevent the spread of similar nematodes in the old man's wounds, but the effect was not obvious.

"Everyone has different ideas. No one knows where the right path is, so how can we cooperate?" The old man's face already showed his intention to die: "Just like the fortune-tellers, those lunatics are the ones that fate hates the most. , they are lawless, plunder fate, and make various arrangements. The ultimate goal is to replace God's will. They want to make themselves a new destiny. Let's not talk about the probability of their success. Even if they succeed, then They will also become our new enemies, usurping lives is not the right way, they are just a group of life-stealing thieves."

"No wonder the show has sent me several times to destroy their plans." When I mentioned the fortune-taker, I naturally thought of my old rival, the Double-Faced Buddha: "Have you ever heard of the Double-Faced Buddha?"

"The Double-Faced Buddha is not a person, but a huge organization of usurpers spread across the shadows of the city, the leader of which is called the Buddha of Good and Evil."