Doomsday Jigsaw Game

Bai Wu does not know whether there is any meaning to each journey after time-space distortion.

He looked at this woman carefully, the woman's dress was different from the lower-level women, and it looked more like the uniform dress of a certain organization.

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

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

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

This warning seems to bring some kind of spiritual oppression.

So along the way, to the entrance of the second floor, a pretty pretty woman walked on the road, but no one intercepted the conversation.

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

"Could it be that this is the scene before my first time out of the tower? This woman belongs to the tower gods?"

"No, no..."

In the Tower God Club, Lilith was considered a high-level person, but this woman gave the white mist the feeling that it was more dangerous than Lilith.

There must be no such person in the Tower God Society.

Bai Mist is very strange, why the Eye of Prell has failed again now.

Speaking of it, it seems that after entering a certain scene completely, the eyes never pop up any remarks.

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

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

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

His originally godless eyes were instantly filled with horror, as if he had seen a white mist.

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

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

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

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

Some passersby watched, but within a few seconds, they turned their heads and changed directions.

Bai Wu knew that this was speaking to herself, this person was asking for help, but why?

Why can he see me?

As soon as this question came up, Bai Wu thought of many questions in an instant—

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 a big message, and this is definitely not a member of the Tower God Society.

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

She looked around and didn't find anyone.

Bai Wu thought a little, and thought of a certain possibility.

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

So is there still a possibility that a certain partner is actually Jing Liu?

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

This idea Bai Wu felt more and more possible. Perhaps one of the eight rulers was persuaded by Jing Liu's prediction and was willing to follow Jing Liu.

Who will this person be? It may be a ruler that he has not yet contacted, or it may be himself...

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

But the white mist can distinguish the difference between the image and the right.

He didn't believe in coincidence, ten of spades killed himself, and then he came into a body very similar to himself?

How could there be such an outrageous coincidence.

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

When Lin Rui was the first generation of mask weird, many things Lin Rui said were completely a feeling of information suppression, and his understanding of the world was completely different from other people.

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

There was a chaotic white mist, and I felt that I had missed an opportunity.

"All this seems to have to wait to return to the original world and ask him."

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

Bai Wu actually thought about it, is it possible that this plan... is all Jing Liu's game of chess.

But thinking about it this way, there will be a feeling of abnormal violation in my heart.

So Bai Wu thought this idea was stupid.

Jing Liu is a semi-all-knowing existence. If this person wants to change something, it will inevitably be terrible, and it is the kind of horrible moisturizing thing.

But Bai Wu just couldn't imagine the situation in which Bai Yuan was calculated by others.

He hated Bai Yuan very much, even if he knew that Bai Yuan's actions had a certain purpose, he still hated it.

But I hate it, I hate it, and he is very superstitious about Bai Yuan. I always felt...Even Jing Liu couldn't calculate Bai Yuan's head.

There is such a kind of person in this world. They have an excellent disgusting temperament. They do nasty things with fascinating smiles, but they always laugh to the end.

In Bai Wu's eyes, Bai Yuan was such a person.

If Jing Liu had calculated himself, Lin Rui, and many roles to accomplish something in the entire layout, he also believed that those people would definitely not include the annoying father.

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

He thought that after drinking a few drops of well water, which symbolized distortion, his body began to drift in time and space. It was an effect brought by the well water. As long as the effect was slowly removed, he would return to Baichuan City.

Although it was true, the effect lasted much longer than he thought. Bai Wu has just begun to experience the immense energy of the well water.

In 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 only after seeing a stone maze, the scene began to change again.

Next, Bai Wu went to the Giant Mountain Range in the western part of Shengguo. In the ice and snow, Bai Wu saw an extremely old sculpture with an eye in it.

In order to see this eye carving, he spent a full sixteen hours.

After the mountain tour ended, the white mist began to travel in the city again.

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

I haven't seen any living people, just saw the traces of many living people struggling to survive.

For eleven days, Bai Wu never waited to restart, and he 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 journey would begin. He had already died on the battlefield of Baichuan City, traveled to this city, and started the next life.

So during this time, Bai Wu began to look for traces of people's lives, looking for the steps of those people struggling to pursue the tower.

The information in the mobile phone, the slip of paper with only a few words, the handwriting written in blood. Thanks to the rules, these things shouldn't have been kept for too long, but they always remain.

But Baiwu also encountered a lot of trouble. In 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 jigsaw puzzle, trying to save himself.

But the fragments were not found. In this city where I don't know whether it was 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 an ancient tribe.

As he entered the next world, all the negative attributes on his body were eliminated and began to accumulate again.

From the first time the scene was changed and the negative attributes were eliminated, Bai Wu knew exactly how Lin Rui got rid of the negative attributes and survived outside the tower for 700 years.

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

Bai Wu thought that the journey in the ruins of the city for eleven days was torture, but found that **** had just reached the entrance.

For forty-five days, Bai Wu was dying again and again, and his body fell into a state of extreme chaos.

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

Life reduction, desire to kill, blindness, deceleration, dizziness, cognitive confusion, extreme paranoia, bleeding, weakened power, closed five senses, hallucinations...

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

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

For forty-five days, Bai Wu did not find the Doomsday Fragment. Originally, there was no Eye of Prell, and he was confident that he could find the Doomsday Fragment and relieve his state.

But I dare not imagine that the second negative attribute is directly perceptual confusion, and the five senses are closed.

In the darkness, the white mist counted silently, time after second, minute after minute, and slowly accumulated in this way, and finally reached the next world.

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

Bai Wu didn't know the meaning of these experiences, he only knew that if he didn't leave, he would really not be able to hold it.

Thirty days.

Nine days.

eleven days.

Seven hours.

One hundred and twenty-two minutes.

Forty-four days.

…

Two months and seven days.

Bai Wu began to traverse continuously under the power of the well water. He realized a serious problem, if he had far 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 of the areas I went to, Bai Wu knew more or less the meaning.

But now, the frequency of going cannot be determined, the place of going cannot be determined, and the meaning of going is even less clear.

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

Unconsciously, he stayed outside for three years.

In three years, there were more than 30 places. Heard so many weird sounds, and saw so many weird sights. Have experienced countless deaths, but eventually survived.

But drifting is far from over.

Three years passed, and three years later.

Bai Wu's hair grew to his waist. For more than ten years, he has been experiencing death. Tortured by various rules, life is not as good as death, but he can always survive.

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

The biggest problem lies in cognition.

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

And I don’t know how long the experience was. A dozen years ago, I drank the well water full of enthusiasm and prepared to fight two god-like monsters. It seemed to be a very long history.

Bai Wu often closes herself up by herself, constantly reminding herself, remembering his former partners, and remembering the battle.

Living in a false time and space for ten years, and living in a real time and space for a year, then people's cognition is likely to be distorted.

Treat the false as true, and treat the truth as false.

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

He is just a wanderer, a vagrant who constantly wanders in all time and space.

These thoughts will always spring up after a while. More than ten years is enough to turn any hope into despair.

Bai Wu has to think about a serious and sad question again and again, or the status quo-it can't go back.

He gradually understood the horror of the well water, and he was able to live until now, it was entirely luck. Ninety-five percent of the death rate is simply false propaganda.

He wasn't even sure that he would be able to guarantee that he would survive this kind of drifting once again.

There is no end to this drift, and there is no end to this journey. The distortion caused by the well water seems to have just begun.

Bai Wu put herself in 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.

On the last journey, covered in rags, the white mist came to a certain jungle and ate a fruit.

Memories 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 insisted on his memory.

But now, everything is over.

Distorted plants outside the tower, eating them will also bring various distortion effects.

Bai Wu's memory began to be dispersed little by little.

He felt that he was about to die, lying in the woodland for the first second, and then enveloped in layers of ice in the next second.

In a long dream, Bai Wu felt as if he had survived another few years.

But he didn't remember anything anymore. After the memory that had supported him disappeared, the journey became longer and cruel.

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

Words, information, pictures, cognition, all began to be distorted.

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

The green moon, the cold blue sun, the alternate day and night at irregular intervals, the speed of things moving fast and slow, and their position is constantly changing.

The surrounding sounds are not accurate. When the wind blows, it seems to hear the whistle of a car, the cry of a woman, and the laughter of a baby.

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

After all the spirit was completely distorted, after all the will was obliterated by endless wandering, Bai Wu had a premonition of his own death.

He fell to the ground, perhaps on the shallows where the tide receded, perhaps on the boulders where the wind roared, or on a dusty bed in a certain city, and fell asleep deeply.

This meaningless journey does not seem to end.

This is something more terrifying than death. In an environment where you don't know the meaning, you are completely alone but nothing can be changed, you die a little bit.

Since the whole world is no longer normal, everything is distorted, so that I, an originally normal person, is also losing his understanding of normality.

In the more than ten years of wandering, Bai Wu still couldn't feel the negative emotions, but the sense of loss and tiredness also made him want to go to death.

Birds and beasts ate his body, and the sea washed 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 man.

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

Maybe all this is just a manifestation of distortion. Perhaps this man was given a chance to choose again. He would rather die outside that school ten years ago than drink such terrible drops of "distortion".

Now, all this should be over, he will be forgotten by the world, buried in the world, no one knows, no one remembers-there will be no turning point.

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

[I admit that it takes a long time for you to digest this power, but don’t think that this can bring you down. You should stand up. You have waited for more than ten years, and it is painful to survive in a world that has no cognition and all distortions. But some people have waited for ninety years. 】

【You are very painful and tired to travel through hundreds of time and space, but there are still people who are on endless journeys that are more tired than you in the endless cycle of cause and effect. 】

[If the twist 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, and only a small part is still changing the rules. You are about to return to the original city, and the refuge is still waiting for you. 】

[Of course, you can also choose to lie on the ground in this way, so that people can see how the undead soul has died after drifting in time and space for more than ten years. Although to them, your appearance just appeared suddenly. After all, your ten-year journey was only a distorted effect, and only a short second has passed in that world. 】

[The little dwarf will probably be angry and turn into a wicked fall and die. Of course, he is dying now. The investigators of the Legion will all become evil spirits wandering in Baichuan City, and your friends will fall one by one. Those who come to support you will eventually be wiped out because of this action. 】

[Or, you don’t care at all anymore? 】

As the white mist fell on the ground, his eyelids moved. The memory of the past is like a fire, slowly igniting in the endless dark night.

The last paragraph pops up in the remarks.

[Finally, let us choose again. 】

【Restart. 】

[Fighting the journey again. 】

【exit the game. 】

Just like when this human being died for the first time, similar options popped up in the remarks on the flight full of evil.

Only at that time, the owner of the eyes did not respond.

But this time is different.

The arm buried in the ice layer suddenly trembled, and the majestic glacier unexpectedly showed countless cracks at this moment.

In the next moment, the iceberg began to collapse, and countless huge ice cones began to fall.

All the cold seems to be transpired in an instant! After a long sleep, the existence like a corpse finally got up.

The red anger in the 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. In other words... he never forgets, just lacks a reminder to remember everything.

The eyes are like this.

Bai Wu remembered that he still owed someone the end of the cycle and a group of people a dream he had had for ninety years.

If you don't die in distortion, you will explode in distortion.

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

The hand seemed to be responding to the remarks given by his eyes, and the white mist nodded in the void.

Of course there is only one option for real men.

Fight another journey.

Ten years of wandering finally ended at this moment, this long journey, in addition to the endless fatigue that has brought Bai Wu, there is also the crazy growth of accompanying power.

And the advancement of Prell's Eye!

Those eyes, like stars, became more vast.

Countless water droplets danced in the air, then turned into fog, UU reading www. uukanshu.com space seems to be broken at this moment, as if celebrating the birth of a great creature.

Or it's exulting for human beings to cross a certain field.

Through the water droplets that were constantly dissipating in the transpiration, Bai Wu saw what she was like now.

"The hair is a bit longer... but it's not ugly, 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 this dangerous thing. Kind of monster."

In the space where the glacier was broken, the white mist floated in the air and slowly shaved off his beard.

Said it is slow, this process is only a moment.

After drinking the Eternal Life Spring, his face has not grown old in the past ten years.

"There are still a lot of questions I want to ask, I have to thank you, I almost woke up. Well, this time, you are the best in the audience."

Bai Wu said to the reflection in the countless water droplets.

Prell’s Eye is a certain way of thinking and operating according to his other side.

On the other side of the white mist, there is an out-and-out, cynical lunatic, a riddler who cannot be tolerated anywhere.

Maybe the normal white mist will be distorted to 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's self-talk.

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

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

From the unknown, the novel, the thinking, the confusion, to the exhaustion, the despair, the complete brokenness and the rebirth, this journey is very long and it is of great significance to him.

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