Doomsday Jigsaw Game Chapter 188: : Tyrant’s mouth kung fu and well world level 4

Bai Wu had a dream.

In this dream, he returned to the original town, and he heard clearly in the dream the plans of Ten of Spades and Bai Yuan.

But this is a dream.

He is very happy, so your plan is like this?

He was also surprised that I was such a special person.

As if the dream had real content.

It's as if someone hummed a song in a dream, and that song is very beautiful.

But when I woke up, I didn't remember it at all.

At the moment when Bai Wu suddenly realized...he suddenly woke up.

And everything in the dream, before it's too late to recollect, seems to be like a receding wave, leaving only a trace, which can no longer be chased.

When he opened his eyes, Bai Wu saw the ceiling.

Countless distorted faces, like the abstract paintings of Van Gogh, appear crooked and twisted densely on the ceiling.

At the same time, there are many hour hand-like golden patterns floating on the huge ceiling.

[The chaotic time and space, the distorted and chaotic expression, what did you think of? Congratulations, my old man, you're not dead yet! Did I perfectly complete the task of delaying the enemy for you? (I was in a panic at the time, remember to delete the content in brackets)

But right now, a new exploration has begun, the world is a circle, and I have no way to give any information at this time.

But it’s okay, let’s start with the data first, for example...the huge ceiling in your eyes is now 900 meters away from your vamp. I guess you must have thought of something. 】

The remark in this style means that the alternation of personalities not long ago has ended.

The real white mist gained control of the body again. It's just that Bai Wu was surprised by the contents of the notes before he had time to feel this.

900 meters away, Bai Wu was taken aback.

He knew what this familiar number represented, and then he turned his head abruptly.

Two things in the distance caught his attention.

The first one is the tyrant.

The tyrant is not dead.

This is not surprising for Bai Wu. If according to the rules of the well world, the tyrant chooses himself as his evil incarnation, if the tyrant dies, he will no longer be in the form of a human.

Just like Bai Wu, the tyrant also fell into a coma.

When the white mist woke up, the tyrant slowly woke up too.

It's just that the tyrant is much calmer than Bai Wu. After all, he already knew that he would not die.

Of course, the tyrant is now back to his bones. The final death is like a kind of reckoning.

All the flesh, wings, and weapons provided by negative emotions are gone again.

Just looking at the huge confusion in Bai Wu's eyes, as if something shocked Bai Wu.

He was very curious about what attracted Bai Wu.

So I followed Bai Wu's line of sight and looked over.

At the other end of the white mist's line of sight, there was nothing, but the tyrant with amazing eyesight still noticed that there was a huge gap in the ground.

It seems to be... a passage leading to the next level.

Heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Bai Wu is smart, so of course she can't fail to realize where she has gone.

In an instant, a huge elevator appeared in my mind.

Then the elevator perfectly filled the gap in the distance.

Here...

It is a tower.

The realization of this is that all the previously conceived things suddenly become chaotic.

The well is connected to the tower...

From the bottom of the well, can you reach the top of the tower?

No... Does the tower have the concept of the highest level?

If this is the case, then Alpha is in the state of inverse dimension, and finally there is only one concept of going up. Is it because going in this direction is Alpha's obsession?

No... Then why did Alpha only climb a few floors in seven hundred years?

I started from the third floor of the well world and came to the fourth floor of the well world.

But some things in front of me show that the fourth floor of the well world is a certain floor of the tower.

There are no gaps in the ceiling formed by the exaggerated and abstracted faces full of negative human emotions.

This means, no ascending.

Bai Wu felt very strange.

In the process of thinking, he walked to the side of the tyrant.

"Looks like we escaped a catastrophe." Bai Wu raised his fist.

The tyrant's body was much bigger than Bai Wu's, but he still bumped into Bai Wu.

He was bone form again, but that tarsal hunger was gone.

The tyrant at this time agreed with Bai Wu.

When Crimson died, White Mist's grief and anger saved him.

Redemption from thousands of years of drunkenness and death, defeating the Seven Sins with dignity.

For the tyrant, this is almost a dream, and Bai Wu helped him realize it.

"But a new challenge has already begun. You are an outsider, you should know some information, you have been to the clean well area." The tyrant looked at the white mist.

Obviously, he also felt something was wrong with this place.

He has never been to the tower, but he guessed a lot from the confusion in Bai Wu's eyes.

Bai Wu nodded and understood what the tyrant meant.

In the Jingjing area, Bai Wu has seen the revelation of the sequential text, someone will find the puzzle picture scroll, find the Seven Sins, and unlock the secrets deep in the well.

But now that the white mist has returned to what seems to be the tower, the whole thing has become suspenseful.

Is this really a tower?

The height of the tower, Bai Wu has always thought, is a height beyond human imagination...

It is not infinite, but it will never end. Those who try to find the end will find that the tower will only get higher and higher.

But right now, everything seems to indicate that this is the tower.

900-meter-high ceiling, and a huge gap.

But looking at the gap, Bai Wu felt that something was wrong.

When Alpha was on the seventh floor, he once saw the ceiling on the sixth floor.

There is no such gap.

But the gap in front of him fits the elevator in his memory like a puzzle.

It's a bit of a coincidence.

Or it's not a coincidence, but something that I didn't think of.

A lot of confusion is hidden in Bai Wu's heart, he really wants to go and see what's under the gap right now.

But the white mist still suppressed everything.

Because he has some riddles to get answers from the tyrant.

White mist slowly walked towards the gap, the tyrant said:

"Maybe we can take a look around."

Jing Liu is probably really dead.

Bai Wu suddenly felt that this sentence should be said by Jing Liu to herself.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Bai Wu's mind gradually cleared up.

"I have some questions."

"Tell me, I can tell you everything I know."

"What are you and the Seven Sins? It seems that you are older than Alpha?"

The gap was still far away, and Bai Wu also slowed down. The tyrant's huge body of bones scanned the surroundings, and occasionally glanced at the ceiling.

"We are the materialized products of emotions. We are the natives of the well world."

Bai Wu can accept this statement.

Recalling that I met my mother not long ago, I didn't have time to ask about many things.

Bai Yuan's plan only has a rough outline, but it is still difficult to figure out the details. Bai Wu asked:

"Why did you choose me?"

This sentence is very short, and the tyrant understood what Bai Wu meant.

"You were born in the world inside the well, but you have the blood of an outsider. At the same time, the guy who can contend against the Lord of Distortion, his will is also on you. You are the most special existence, compared to the world you are in. Here, any Tac-toe-level, half-evil, gifted wizards, and all kinds of legends must be special."

The tyrant is boasting about the white mist.

But in Bai Wu's ears, she suddenly lost interest.

"It turns out...is it another bloodline story? It's so sad."

Bai Wu's expression was very calm, with a bit of self-mockery in the calm.

At first, he thought that this story was about himself with Purell's Eye, showing his prowess in various explorations by relying on his own performance.

Then continue to complete the legendary adventures in which the little people overthrow various conspiracies and solve various puzzles.

But as time went on, like all anime protagonists, they found out that they had a powerful father and found out that they had a powerful mother.

I found that I was born with all kinds of hopes.

When people see this, they will say, oh, that's it again, it's just cheating, it's so boring, so boring.

Bai Wu felt the same way, which was a bit of a disappointment.

The tyrant chooses himself, Bai Yuan chooses himself, and the ten of spades chooses himself, all because of their particularity.

The tyrant is like Bai Wu's confidant, and he can feel the boredom of Bai Wu:

"But this is real."

Bai Wu stopped in her tracks, and the distorted expressions on the ceiling squirmed, as if mocking something.

The tyrant said:

"Little people have no background, nothing special, and then change their fate against the sky. "

"Boy, maybe you feel that everything about yourself is meaningless, because you are much higher than other people..."

"But if you think about it this way, you will fail those who have poured their heart and soul into you."

The bone tyrant is the one who actively chooses the white mist.

In fact, he is clear about Bai Wu's past.

Crimson would come and tell him something from time to time.

When the white mist was born, the tyrant in another level world felt a hidden chance.

And on the flight, in the casino, in the Baichuan City campus, in those battles in the color field, he temporarily appeared in the world where the white mist was, and also experienced some memories of the white mist.

"Bai Yuan can't give birth to a second you, and I don't believe that there is another person in this world who can endure all kinds of childhood torture without becoming a monster that loses humanity."

"What do you think I chose you for?"

The tyrant and the white mist stopped in their tracks.

Bai Wu's depression and self-deprecation stems from his discovery that he has no talent, as if he was just a successful product of his father Bai Yuan's accidental experiment.

He couldn't find those... things that belonged to him.

Especially after seeing his mother, he was moved by her mother's protection of him, but he was also confused about the existence of himself and his mother.

It seems that everything is like a game of Bai Yuan.

"What is there that belongs to me? Where can I go without them?"

This sentence already has a slightly confused tone.

"My friend, the experiences, decisions, and choices so far belong to you. A warrior should not be ashamed of relying on the inheritance left by his generation to fight."

The muddle-headed tyrant is unusually sober at this moment.

"Boy, what kind of world do you think this is? How many generations do you think have been sacrificed to fight against distortion? Even now, your partners are still thinking about how to fight against the impossible Enemy."

"You have already fought against him, and you know how powerful the enemy we will face in the end."

"It doesn't matter whether it's bloodline, inheritance, talent, or cheating. In order to expel distortions and return human beings to their homeland, some people are willing to become evil spirits and give up their rights as human beings."

"How many people desire to have your specialness! But you are still hesitating because your efforts seem insignificant? Are you still confused about getting the inheritance from the previous generation?"

The tyrant has already walked in front of Bai Wu, covered with white bones, making him look ferocious and angry, but his words are full of blood:

"If you feel that you have obtained something that does not belong to you, that your achievement is not due to hard work, but more like the planning of the previous generation...it has little to do with your own will, then break this point !

Go one step further than this! To do what they can't! "

White Mist fell silent.

He would never have imagined that the guy on the third floor who only roared, roared, or **** roar could say these words to himself.

It's not bad to have such an evil depravity... It's not bad, the level of talking is not inferior to my own human body, and I belong to a talk show actor who is delayed by his powerful strength.

Bai Wu suddenly smiled:

"You can speak better than me."

The tyrant snorted coldly:

"Hmph, I chose you because of your particularity. These particularities, the theory of blood in your mouth, only occupies a part. More is your later performance."

"Your choices and efforts so far are closely related to the previous generation, but without you, their will cannot advance to this step."

"There is no savior, only the result of the hard work of generations, maybe you will fail... maybe in the end, you will be like the person you hate, and start to treat your offspring who you expect, expand Inhuman torture, give them what you have.”

Bai Wu trembled and interrupted the tyrant:

"Don't say it, I have a picture in my mind, that's really bad, I'll try to clear the level..."

The last sentence of the tyrant completely ended Bai Wu's depression, because Bai Wu didn't want to be like Bai Yuan, because he couldn't beat him, so he gave birth to a son, and then gave everything to his son, and made a fool of himself to watch the show.

The scene of him stabbing his son with a needle even appeared in his mind with a charming smile on his face.

It's disgusting.

In today's white mist, there is a rare confusion and confusion, but soon, these confusion and confusion dissipate.

Bai Wu patted her face, and all the irritability and self-mockery in her mind dissipated.

The tyrant is right. Choices, experiences, friends, and your own efforts should not be ignored.

In fact, the tyrant has something to say.

He could have told Bai Wu~IndoMTL.com~Bai Wu's talent and particularity more intuitively.

The tyrant is very sure of this.

In fact, Bai Yuan's plans were not drawn up before Bai Wu was born.

It's not that Bai Yuan created the white mist for some plan.

The truth is that Bai Yuan sees hope because of the birth of Bai Wu.

It's just that the tyrant wants to see that Bai Wu can accept the burden from the previous generation.

Even if the little person in my heart relies on his own efforts and his dream of not having a blood lineage theory is shattered, he will still not waver in the future.

That's what he wants to see.

The two took another step, and soon...

They came to the gap.

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