Doomsday Jigsaw Game Chapter 182: : Defeat the Twisted Man

Whether each time-distorted journey has any meaning, Bai Wu doesn't know.

He looked at the woman carefully. The woman's clothes were different from those of the lower-level women, and looked more like the uniform clothes of an organization.

The temperament is quite capable, such a woman walks at the bottom, in fact, it is easy to attract some people with malicious intentions.

This woman didn't care much, because her whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

Once someone approaches, they will be warned unconsciously by the woman's playful eyes.

This kind of warning seems to bring some kind of spiritual oppression.

So along the way, towards the entrance of the second floor, a pretty woman was walking on the road, but no one stopped her to strike up a conversation.

Bai Wu looked at this scene and suddenly felt very strange.

"Could it be that this is the scene before I left the tower for the first time? This woman is a tower god?"

"No, no..."

In the tower **** society, Lilith is considered a high-level person, but this woman gives Bai Wu the feeling that she is more dangerous than Lilith.

The Tower God Society must not have such a number one person.

White Mist is very strange, why the Eye of Prell is invalid again at this moment.

Speaking of it, it seems that after fully entering a certain scene, no notes pop up from the eyes.

This seems to indicate that some rules have also been distorted.

Bai Wu approached this beggar, or approached himself in this life.

In the bottom floor with people coming and going, he kept his head down and his eyes were loose, but when the white mist approached, the little beggar suddenly raised his head.

His originally lifeless eyes were instantly filled with panic, as if seeing white mist.

Bai Wu is also very strange, if he does not exist, then the other party's eyes will penetrate him.

But behind him, there is nothing. Immediately, Bai Wu realized that this person was talking to herself:

"Remember what I said, remember what I said...they came from the fifth..."

The little beggar's cry to the void was interrupted by the woman, who hit the beggar's neck with a sharp hand knife.

There were passers-by watching, but after only a few seconds, they turned their heads and changed directions.

Bai Wu knew that this was talking to himself, this person was asking for help, but why?

Why can he see me?

As soon as this question came up, Bai Wu immediately thought of many questions——

He has the eye of Prell!

Before I came to this world, this body already had the Eye of Prell!

What did he mean by that sentence? Are they from the fifth floor?

This is big news, this is definitely not someone from the Tower God Association.

This woman also seems very strange, who is this little beggar talking to?

She looked around, but found no one.

Bai Wu thought for a while and thought of a certain possibility.

If the rulers have their own forces outside the tower, the Zhong family and the Qin family are Heijin Island, the Yan family is Huangquan Island, and the Xie family is Machinery City——

Then is there still a possibility that a certain company actually cooperates with Jing Liu?

Is it possible that Jing Liu has his own power in the tower?

This idea became more and more possible for Bai Wu, maybe one of the eight rulers was also persuaded by Jing Liu's prophecy and was willing to follow Jing Liu.

Who is this person? It may be a ruler that I have not yet contacted, or it may be myself...

His sight returned to the beggar again, and this body was indeed very similar to his previous life.

But Baiwu can clearly distinguish the difference between image and reality.

He doesn't believe in coincidences, the ten of spades killed himself, and then came into a body very similar to himself?

How could there be such a coincidence to outrageous things.

So from my own arrival, the riot on the farm, the escape of the two kings, and the crossing of the ten of spades, are they all part of a certain plan?

When Lin Rui was the first masked monster, a lot of what Lin Rui said was completely a feeling of information suppression, and his understanding of the world was completely different from other people.

This also means that the masked eccentric who grew up on the farm knows a lot of secrets about this world.

There is some confusion in the white mist, and I feel that I have missed an opportunity.

"It seems that all this can only wait until we return to the original world and ask him."

Bai Yuan, now Bai Wu is convinced that the role of a loving father must know many secrets.

In fact, Bai Wu also thought about whether it is possible that this plan...is all a game of Jing Liu's game.

But when you think about it this way, you will feel an unusual sense of disobedience in your heart.

So much so that Bai Wu felt that this idea was stupid.

Jing Liu is a semi-omniscient existence. If this person wants to change something, it will definitely be terrible, and it is the kind of horror that moistens things silently.

But Bai Wu just couldn't imagine the situation where Bai Yuan was plotted against.

He hates Bai Yuan very much, even if he knows that Bai Yuan's actions have a certain purpose, he still hates him.

But hate it, hate it, and he is very superstitious about Bai Yuan. I always feel... Even Jing Liu can't count on Bai Yuan.

There is such a kind of people in this world, they are disgusting and have a great temperament, doing annoying things with a fascinating smile, but they always have the last laugh.

In Bai Wu's view, Bai Yuan is such a person.

If in the whole layout, Jing Liu calculated himself, Lin Rui, and many characters to achieve a certain thing, he also believed that among these people, that annoying father would definitely not be included.

Bai Wu's thoughts were quickly interrupted. In the long time that followed, he realized a very serious matter.

He thought that after he drank a few drops of well water that symbolized distortion, his body began to drift in time and space. .

Although this is true, the duration of this effect is much longer than he imagined. Bai Wu had only just begun to appreciate the enormous energy of the well water.

The next second, the scene began to dissipate again, and he saw the vast desert.

The long journey begins.

He walked in the desert for a long time, about seven hours, and the scene began to change again after he saw a stone labyrinth.

Next, Bai Wu went to the Jumang Mountains in the west of Shengguo. In the icy and snowy land, Bai Wu saw an extremely old sculpture with an eye engraved on it.

He spent sixteen hours in order to see the carving of this eye.

The trip to the mountains is over, and the white mist begins to travel in the city again.

This time, Bai Wu lived in this city for eleven days.

I didn't see any living people, but I saw many traces of living people struggling to survive.

During eleven days, Bai Wu never waited to restart, and saw no sign of entering the next world.

This is enough to make Bai Wu forget where he was and where he should go.

He even thought that the next stage of the journey had begun. He had already died on the battlefield in Baichuan City, traveled to this city, and started the next stage of his life.

So during this period of time, Bai Wu began to look for traces of people's lives, to find the footsteps of those people who tried hard to trace the tower.

The information in the mobile phone, the scrap of paper, the handwriting written in blood. Thanks to the rules, these things should not have been kept for too long, but they have always been kept.

But Bai Wu also encountered a lot of troubles. For eleven days, he was covered with too many negative attributes.

It seems that he really started to survive in a certain time and space that suddenly arrived. Considering that this possibility does exist, he is also looking for the pieces of the doomsday puzzle, trying to save himself.

But the fragments were not found. In this city, which is not known to be the capital of Shu or the city of food, Bai Wu was almost tortured to death by negative attributes.

Eleven days later, Bai Wu finally left the city, and the world changed again.

He came to some ancient tribe.

As I entered the next world, all the negative attributes on my body disappeared and began to accumulate again.

After changing the scene for the first time and causing the negative attributes to be cleared, Bai Wu knew exactly how Lin Rui got rid of the negative attributes and survived for seven hundred years outside the tower.

Only this time, the time spent in the same area was longer than last time, forty-five days.

Bai Wu thought that the eleven-day journey in the ruins of the city was torture, but found that Hell had just reached the entrance.

During the forty-five days, Bai Wu was on the verge of death again and again, and his body fell into an extremely chaotic state.

Just like in the game he played in his previous life, he was given all negative attributes by a hundred dark warlocks.

Life reduction, killing desire, blinding, deceleration, dizziness, cognitive confusion, extreme paranoia, bleeding, weakening of strength, closure of five senses, hallucinations...

And Bai Wu's hair, beard, and nails are getting longer and longer.

He struggled to die for a long time, but was finally saved by the people of this tribe.

In forty-five days, Bai Wu did not find the doomsday fragments. He did not have the eye of Prell, so he was sure that he would be able to find the doomsday fragments and release his state.

But I dare not imagine it at all. The second negative attribute is directly perceived confusion, and the five senses are closed.

In the darkness, Bai Wu was silently counting the time, second by second, minute by minute, slowly accumulating like this, and finally made it to the next world.

When leaving, the high priest of the ancient tribe knelt down in front of the white mist, as if seeing the same scene as the white mist, as if kneeling down to some god.

Bai Wu didn't know the meaning of these experiences, he only knew that if he didn't leave, he really couldn't hold on.

Thirty days.

Nine days.

Eleven days.

Seven hours.

One hundred and twenty-two minutes.

Forty-four days.

…

Two months and seven days.

The white mist began to pass through under the power of the well water, and he realized a serious problem, if he had greatly underestimated the power of the well water.

Have I become a traveler in time and space?

Or is it that I have been distorted by the well water and become an existence that cannot survive in a certain time and space?

In some areas we went to before, Bai Wu still knows some meanings.

But now, the frequency of going can't be determined, the place to go can't be determined, and the meaning of going is even less clear.

Bai Wu didn't know where to go, how to return to Baichuan City.

Before he knew it, he had been outside for three years.

In three years, more than thirty places. I have heard many strange sounds and seen many strange sights. He died countless times, but he survived in the end.

It's drifting, but it's far from over.

Three years later, three years later and three years later.

Bai Wu's hair grew to his waist. He has been experiencing death for more than ten years. Being tortured by various rules, life is worse than death, but he can always survive.

The high temperature and low temperature outside the tower, fierce and changeable weather, weird rules, unsolvable puzzles, and powerful monsters are all things he has to overcome on his journey of survival.

The biggest problem is cognition.

He has only lived in the world of the tower for less than a year, but he has experienced more than ten years in this chaotic wandering.

And I don't know how long it has been. More than ten years ago, I drank the well water with enthusiasm and prepared to fight two god-like monsters. It seems to be a very long history.

Bai Wu would often close herself up alone, to constantly remind herself to remember her former partners and that battle.

If you live in a false time and space for ten years and in a real time and space for a year, your cognition will probably be distorted.

Take the false as true and the true as false.

Maybe Baichuan City, maybe the refuge... It's just a dream I once had.

I am just a wanderer, a vagabond who keeps wandering in various time and space.

Those thoughts always pop up every once in a while. Ten years is enough to turn any hope into despair.

Bai Wu had to think about a serious and sad problem again and again, or the status quo - there is no going back.

He gradually understood the horror of well water, and it was pure luck that he was able to survive till now. The 95% death rate is simply false propaganda.

He wasn't even sure that he could survive this kind of wandering again.

There is no end to this kind of wandering, and this kind of journey has no end. The distortion brought by the well water seemed to have just begun.

Bai Wu put himself into a silent state, recalling the past more and more times, more and more frequently, and longer and longer.

But the feeling of seeing death as home has completely disappeared.

The last journey, covered in rags, came to a certain forest and ate a fruit.

The memory began to be forgotten on a large scale. For more than ten years, he also knew that the chance of returning to Baichuan City was very slim, but he always relied on his memory to stick to it.

But now, everything is over.

Eating the distorted plants outside the tower will also bring about various distorted effects.

The memory of the white mist began to be dispelled bit by bit.

He felt that he was about to die. One second he was still lying in the forest, and the next second, he was wrapped in layers of ice.

In a long dream, Bai Wu felt as if he had endured a few more years.

But he doesn't remember anything. After the memory that supported him disappeared, the journey became longer and crueler.

The distortion of the well water seems to have finally entered another aspect from the distortion of time and space.

Text, information, images, cognition, all began to distort.

Once Bai Wu opened his eyes, what the world presented to him was endless distortion.

Green moon, cold blue sun, day and night alternation at irregular intervals.

There is no accurate number of surrounding sounds. When the wind blows, it seems to hear the car horn, the cry of a woman, and the laughter of a baby.

Appearing at the seaside, when the tide is surging, you can hear the neighing of countless beasts.

After all the spirits were completely distorted, and all the wills were wiped out by endless wandering, Bai Wu had a premonition of his own death.

He fell on the ground, maybe on the shallows where the tide receded, maybe on the boulders whistling by the mountain wind, or on a certain dusty bed in a certain city, and fell into a deep sleep.

This meaningless journey seems to have no end.

This is something more terrifying than death, dying little by little in an environment that is meaningless and completely alone but nothing can be changed.

Because the whole world is no longer normal, everything is distorted, making myself, a normal person, also lose my cognition of normality.

During more than ten years of wandering, Bai Wu still can't feel negative emotions, but the feeling of bewilderment and fatigue also gave him the idea of ​​wanting to die.

Birds and beasts gnawed at his body, and the sea water washed over his body over and over again.

In the scorching sun, in the storm, in the mud, in the heavy rain... the white mist fell to the ground, motionless, like a dead person.

Maybe he will merge with this world in such a way, maybe he has died long ago, but the corpse has forgotten to rot.

Maybe it's all just a twist. Perhaps given this man a chance to choose again, he would rather die outside that school more than ten years ago, and would not choose to drink such a terrible drop of "distortion".

Now, all this should be over, he will be forgotten by the world, buried in the mountains and rivers of heaven, earth, no one will know, no one will remember - there will be no turning point.

Everything was supposed to be like this, until... that note suddenly appeared.

【I admit that the process for you to digest this power is very long, but don't think that this can defeat you, you should stand up, you have waited for more than ten years, surviving in a world without cognition and all distortions It's painful, but there are people who have waited ninety years. 】

【It is very painful and tiring for you to travel through hundreds of time and space, but there are still people who are more tired than you in the endless cycle of cause and effect. 】

【If the distortion doesn't defeat you, then it's your turn to defeat it, isn't it? 】

【Most of the power of the well water has been absorbed by you, only a small part is still changing the rules. You are about to return to the original city, and the shelter is still waiting for you. 】

[Of course, you can also choose to lie on the ground in this way, so that people can see that after drifting in time and space for more than ten years, the body is not dead but the soul is already dead. Although to them, your appearance just appeared suddenly. After all, your ten-year journey is just a distorted effect, and only a short second has passed in that world. 】

【The little dwarf will probably be very angry, turn into evil and die, of course, he is dying now. Those who investigate the legion will all turn into evil spirits wandering in Baichuan City, and your friends will fall one by one, and those who come to support you will eventually be wiped out because of this action. 】

【Or, you don't care anymore? 】

White mist that fell to the ground moved its eyelids. The memories of the past are like a fire, slowly igniting in the endless night.

Remarks pop up for the last paragraph.

【Finally, let's choose again. 】

[Start again. 】

[Fight again. 】

【Exit the game. 】

Just like when this human being died for the first time, a similar option popped up in the notes on that flight full of evil.

At that time, the owner of the eyes did not respond.

But this time is different.

The arm buried in the ice suddenly trembled, and countless cracks appeared on the majestic glacier at this moment.

The next moment, the iceberg began to crumble, and countless huge ice cones began to collapse.

All the cold seems to be transpired in an instant! The corpse-like existence that had been sleeping for a long time finally got up.

The red anger in the other world instantly covered his body, like a layer of scarlet armor.

With the help of Prell's Eye, this human named White Mist finally remembered everything. Or...he never forgot, just lacking a reminder to remember everything.

The eyes are such a guide.

Bai Wu remembered that he owed a certain person the end of the cycle, and owed a group of people a ninety-year dream.

If you don't die in the twist, you explode in the twist.

The overwhelming anger turned into flames, and the glacier completely melted at this moment!

As if the hand was responding to the note given by his eyes, Bai Wu clicked in the void.

Of course a real man has only one option.

Fight again.

The ten years of wandering finally came to an end at this moment. This long journey not only brought endless fatigue to Bai Wu, but also the crazy growth of accompanying power.

And the advancement of the Eye of Prell!

The pair of star-like pupils became even more vast.

Countless water droplets were flying in the air, and then turned into mist~IndoMTL.com~ The space seemed to be broken at this moment, as if celebrating the birth of a great creature.

Or rejoicing that human beings have crossed a certain field.

Through the water droplets that are constantly dissipating in the transpiration, Bai Wu saw his current appearance.

"The hair is a bit long...but it's not ugly, so let's do it first. But the beard is very troublesome. I slept for a long time. It's hard to imagine that someone would choose to soak in such a dangerous thing. What kind of monster is that?"

In the shattered space of the glacier, the white mist floated in the air, and slowly shaved off his beard.

It is slow, but the process is only a moment.

Drinking the Fountain of Eternal Life, his face has not aged in the past ten years.

"There are still a lot of questions I want to ask, I have to thank you, I almost couldn't wake up. Well, this time, you are the best in the audience."

White Mist said to the reflection in the countless water droplets.

Pryor's Eye somehow thinks and operates according to his other side.

On the other side of the white mist, there is a complete, cynical lunatic, a riddle that cannot be tolerated anywhere.

Perhaps the normal white mist can be distorted and destroy the will, but this lunatic will not.

Of course, it has no way to talk to Bai Wu. In fact, the essence of this dialogue is Bai Wu talking to himself.

The land of broken glaciers began to slowly restore tranquility, but in the distant space, Bai Wu saw the night sky of Baichuan City.

The long wandering of more than ten years is finally coming to an end.

From unknown, novelty, thinking, confusion, to exhaustion, despair, complete brokenness and new life, this journey is very long, and it means a lot to him.

When he finally stepped back to the land of Baichuan City and experienced this long and twisted journey, Bai Wu's eyes once again showed the fighting spirit before stepping into the journey.