I Was Once a Legend - Chapter 255

Dong Zheng once again stood in the stone room.

The door behind him was tightly closed, Dong Zheng was silent, and the stone statues obtained on the road could not remember how many times he was put in his pocket. Ren Heming sat on the stone bench as soon as he entered the door and couldn’t wait to rest. He lay on the table and said to Dong Zheng lazily, “Are you dead now?”

Dong Zheng also sat down slowly beside him. He had already tried all the choices he thought he could make at the node. The tree diagram composed of the selected branches had been clearly drawn in his brain, and the branch from the original node The three branches generate other branches, and these options cross each other, but eventually all converge to one point.

Enter or not enter the underground palace, save or not save the girl, walk left or right, enter or not enter the village… No matter what choices are made, they will eventually enter the stone room and lead to the only predetermined ending.

Ren Heming has also been grinded away from knowing what to say. When Dong Zheng first came in, he thought that he had become a “brother” and saw different angles. Perhaps there would be clues that he did not get before. After walking through all branches, I still found nothing.

Also, why didn’t his older brother leave here until Dong Zheng came to the replacement position?

Ren Heming was feeble and said, “Let me rest… I will definitely continue to be with you until you lose hope, but before that, can I rest?”

Dong Zheng only had to rest for a while after returning to the stone room, and he had to restart the option immediately. Ren Heming was tired and he needed a break.

Dong Zheng listened to his request and did not place stone statues again. In fact, after exploring all the branches, going to experience samsara was a waste of time. The clues and cleverness of leaving must be hidden in the previous experience, but he , Ren Heming, and those in the past didn’t find it.

As for the opposite exhausted brother lying on the table across the table-from the beginning, Ren Heming didn’t have a sense of crepe, he talked to him endlessly like he hadn’t spoken in a long time. He is not as good as Jinyiwei Captain’s body skill… These clues have already made Dong Zheng settle his identity as a pilgrim.

Before so many brain-domain developers failed to find the doorway, it must have been very unexpected or hidden mystery. Dong Zheng fiddled with the stone statue, and he knew every inch of the statue’s lines and every nick.

What is the problem?

Ren Heming was lying on the ground and sleeping with his clothes. Dong Zheng asked how long he had stayed here. Ren Heming said that he could not remember clearly. There was no day and night change in the stone room. He and his brothers slept here all day. As for The experience of hunting down evil spirits is probably two or three hundred times.

This is indeed a desperate number, Dong Zheng frowned as expected after hearing it.

Ren Heming was also optimistic: “But I’ve gotten out of it a little bit. When you come in, it means that I already have one foot out. When another bad luck egg is selected and thrown in here, I can leave.”

This is indeed no way, but Dong Zheng can’t wait.

Or maybe he can afford it, but Cui Zuojing can’t wait.

The teenager was still waiting for him outside, waiting for him to pass the test of the library to lift the blood contract, waiting for the moment to return to the back garden of God and end everything.

Ren Heming made a steady snoring sound. Dong Zheng also lay down on the ground. He stared up at the top of the palace and fell into contemplation.

All the processes have been simulated in the kernel, and all his experiences are reproduced in front of the eyes repeatedly, with every possible deduction, constantly calculating the possible or impossible results.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Cui Zuojing and others were bored. After studying the mural above his head, he began to study the texture of the floor. The floor is composed of various geometric figures, which seems to contain some unknown laws.

Karls has been collecting books in this library, accompany or supervise Cui Zuojing. Seeing the boy bored, he tried to tilt the chair under his buttocks and landed on his legs with only two legs. It pulled out a book in blue cover from the bookshelf beside him and handed it to Cui Zuojing.

“Maybe you need to use it to pass the time.”

Cui Zuojing took the book on his lap and did not open it immediately. He asked Karls: “Did you know me before?”

“In the pure white realm, how could anyone not know you?” Karls chuckled softly. “Even the people in the High Council have seen you.”

Cui Zuojing immediately remembered that when he was playing the executioner in the Labyrinth of Time, he had accidentally broken into the conference hall of the High Council. The thirteen unknown creatures sitting around the round table spoke a language he could not understand completely, and looked at the cold eyes. Watch him.

The cold sweat that was scared afterwards shed, and the young man smiled and said, “I haven’t angered those adults?”

Carls: “They are very optimistic about you, don’t be afraid, the library has always been peaceful, we never take the initiative to embarrass guests, and the world needs your help.”

Cui Zuojing lowered his heart, he picked up the book on his leg and opened a page.

“what?”