Fake Ancient God

Nie Yuan withdrew his gaze from the pendulum clock and said, "It can be confirmed now that the 'handwriting of truth' is indeed a prophecy, not a record, but it saves the process of verifying this step."

Because Nancy turned her back to the hanging clock and couldn't see the time.

She also wouldn't lie to herself and Buck.

So it can only be understood that she has an unusual talent in this area, and can know the current time anytime, anywhere.

Buck nodded and said, "Actually, it's similar to what I expected, and I can still feel that the robbery event predicted two minutes in advance has consumed most of its 'characteristics'."

Nie Yuan heard the words and asked, "That is to say, the handwriting of truth is a one-time item, and it consumes as many properties as it takes. It cannot be replenished, right?"

Buck replied: "Yes, if you want it to answer more complex questions, you need to use higher quality materials and more sophisticated alchemy techniques to improve its properties."

Nie Yuan said: "It's also very good. If you use it well, the effect will not be small."

Buck thought for a while, and said, "Depending on the situation, the characteristics of truth handwriting to answer the same question will vary greatly.

This time, it can present the answer two minutes earlier, but if the next time the environment is more complicated, it may only be ten seconds earlier.

For example, if I am a robber, if I stand guard in an inaccessible place, there will be very few people passing by. Basically, I can be sure that you who come to guard me will be the next target.

In another scene, I was still a robber, but I was about to make a big deal. At this time, I was on a crowded street, looking for a suitable target to follow.

Then, if you walk through this street, your chances of being selected as a victim are reduced by hundreds or thousands of times. Of course, the premise is that you don't go out wearing dozens of golden chains.

At this time, the time for the truth handwriting to give the answer may have changed from two minutes in advance to several seconds in advance.

So it is indeed very mysterious in theory, but I should focus on the quality when refining it, otherwise, for us now, the utility is still very small. "

After Nie Yuan heard Buck's question, he still agreed.

In the face of more complex scenes, if the handwriting of truth really plays a role in reversing the world, it must be necessary for its quality to climb geometrically.

Otherwise, ask it: "Will I die today?"

In the end, because the quality couldn't keep up with the complex scene you experienced, they answered half a second in advance, "Yes."

Isn't that a joke?

Half a second before dying, when I saw the answer that suddenly appeared on this thing, it must have been too late to react, so I raised my head and burped.

"Since the utility of the handwriting of truth has been clarified, then the next step is to verify its triggering conditions. As long as it is within the range of its capabilities, that is, when it consumes its own characteristics enough to give the corresponding answer, it will be at the limit. Within the threshold, writing appears?" Nie Yuan asked.

Buck looked at the yellow paper in Nie Yuan's hand, and said, "You should know if you try it. After giving the answer of 'will be robbed', there should still be a little bit of characteristics left in it, which can just be used for verification, but don't ask It's too complicated."

"Okay."

Nie Yuan responded without scoffing, picked up the yellow paper in his hand, and asked:

"How many silver coins did Nancy and I lose today?"

His eyes were fixed on the yellow paper, but after a few breaths of time, he was as silent as when he asked the question in the morning.

"What's going on? Although you said that there is only a little bit of character left in it, it's not like you can't answer such a simple question, right?"

"I don't know, maybe some conditions need to be met to trigger its characteristics."

Nie Yuan shook the yellow paper in his hand, and turned it over and shook it, as if he was urging the yellow paper to react in this way.

And I recalled in my mind that when I went out today, I clipped the yellow paper in the book. Could it take a certain amount of time for it to come up with an answer, or does it need to be clipped?

But just when Nie Yuan was thinking about it, a cloud of ink appeared vaguely on the yellow paper that he was shaking in his hand.

Both Nie Yuan and Buck quickly noticed the change, and immediately turned the yellow paper to the front, only to see that the cloud of ink gradually became clear, and a number appeared——

【15】

"what 's wrong?"

Nie Yuan frowned in confusion, full of doubts.

First of all, this time the yellow paper surfaced the answer, which was much faster than last time, because Buck was quite sure that the last time he left for about an hour, the yellow paper was abnormal and he sensed it.

And now, only a few breaths have passed.

It's hard to pick it up and shake it, which is the way to trigger it to give an answer quickly.

and.

Isn't it ten silver coins?

Nie Yuan saw Nancy give it out with his own eyes.

How can the answer be fifteen?

Sudden!

Nie Yuan seemed to have thought of something, and quickly put his palm into his trench coat pocket.

Then, he started to yell in anger, "Damn it! Don't let me meet you again next time!"

Yes, the five silver coins he brought out for emergencies, he didn't know when, it disappeared!

Looking back now, it might be the "polite robber" who kept bowing to himself and Nancy to say thank you when leaving, diverting his attention, and then sneaking away the money in his pocket!

Nie Yuan gritted his teeth.

Thankfully, I still think you are very polite, maybe you were really forced to do such a risky job, and you didn't ask Lilian to hunt down you, the little thief.

so bad.

People are sinister.

The society is complicated!

When Buck saw this, he roughly understood the reason and said with a smile, "So this answer is accurate, right?"

Nie Yuan looked helpless and sighed, "Accurate, it's just too accurate."

When he finished saying this, he felt that the yellow paper in his hand seemed to be changing.

Looking down, he saw that the originally pliable paper began to "wither" after giving an accurate answer.

Just like the adhesive paper baked at high temperature, it began to shrink, from slow to fast, and after a while, it turned into a few wisps of fluffy ashes.

Nie Yuan's palm moved slightly, but before he could catch it, the few strands of ashes suddenly shattered and drifted away like catkins.

Buck explained: "The properties inside are completely consumed, and this alchemy creation is automatically turned into dust, and now we know one of its properties again."

Nie Yuan could understand Buck's words when he heard the words, but looking at the scattered ashes, he thought of something, frowned slightly and said:

"I now think that the way to trigger its characteristics is not to clamp it in a book, or to shake it in my hand, it should be... Can't be observed?"

Thinking back to the two times when the answer appeared, didn't the handwriting of truth react when no one saw it?

Just now, Nie Yuan flipped it over and shook it, which also cut off his and Buck's eyes.

It's just that when the shaking was happening this time, the swing of the yellow paper made the two of them immediately notice the change in their peripheral vision.

Buck also agreed with Nie Yuan's words, saying: "It seems to be the case, but I still need to confirm that I will try to re-refine two handwritings of truth in the past two days.

In addition to verification, I also explored the method of refining higher-quality truth handwriting. This thing is really useful. "

After Buck finished speaking, Gustav's voice came from downstairs. It sounded like Mr. Gustav Jr.:

"Buck, it's already dark, and the last guest has left. Are you closing?"

When Buck heard this, he went down the corridor and said, "It will close when I come down and pack up."

"Okay, hurry up Buck~www.novelmt.com~ Gustav's voice came again, but it sounds like Mr. Gustav is speaking again this time.

Mr. Gustav couldn't bear it any longer after letting the annoying spirit in his body control his body for a whole day.

Buck didn't answer when he heard the words, but he went straight down the corridor, and turned back and said to Nie Yuan: "In addition, Qiao Qi and the others should be back soon. After they come back, I will make you a heart, and the quality will be better than that of me at first. Expected to be much higher.”

Nie Yuan nodded and said, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

After Buck left, Nie Yuan sat down on his own chair and began to think about a lot of things.

About the handwriting of truth.

About the goddess of moonlight.

about one's own identity.

And the super heart that will be forged by Buck.

Are you looking forward to it?

Surely there is.

But it was also accompanied by some worries, worrying about whether his body could handle it.

If you can't control it, how should you explain it to Buck and the others?

Just as Nie Yuan was thinking, his eyes were attracted by the ashes that belonged to the handwriting of truth on the ground.

The night has come, and the wind outside the window has gradually become cold and noisy.

A few strands of ashes were swept away by the wind and swept out of the window, bathed in the gentle moonlight.

Nie Yuan seemed to feel something, and looked up abruptly.

Tonight's moon is still clear and soft, but if you look deeply and carefully, you seem to be able to capture it. There is a faint hint of scarlet that is difficult to detect, appearing on the edge of the moon disk, making it difficult to see.

Somehow, a trace of unbearable emotion flashed across Nie Yuan's mind.