Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer! - Chapter 125

    On the morning of the seventh day of the dungeon, Shen Qingcheng, Lu Qi and other players met in the teahouse for the third time.

    This time, everyone has their own thoughts. Unlike the previous two meetings, they knew nothing about the situation of the copy. This time they have already obtained a lot of clues from the previous two experiences.

    Some are calm, others impatient.

    Lu Qi took over the right to speak at the beginning, and he will not let the situation develop freely at this time, he said in a calm tone, “This time we are not in a hurry to enter the desert, we will first Some clues are sorted out.”

    He looked at the expressions of everyone in front of the table, “Does everyone understand the contents of the divine book?”

    Players nodded.

    “If you have any ideas, you can come up with them now.” Lu Qi poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Shen Qingcheng.

    If he didn’t guess much about the copy at first, this suffocation experience gave him a guess.

    On the third day of the book, it is written that God deprived the wicked of their breath. Let’s not say who the “God” refers to. The wicked obviously refers to the players who coveted the book of God, and the Lu Haha, who forced the player to lead the way.

    What God deprives is the breath of their interlopers.

    But other Shen Qingcheng didn’t understand, one thing he was sure of, he was already dead and didn’t need to breathe!

    Deprive a ghost of his breath and let him die again? And the previous Lithops.

    Did he really die more than once?

    If the game really has the ability to kill him, the last dungeon’s attempt to completely eliminate him will not fail.

    All in all, everything in the past shows that the game has not been able to remove his ability.

    And under this premise, the game is even less likely to let him “resurrect” several times.

    So the death he experienced could only be false, and the death they experienced could only be false.

    Shen Qingcheng took a sip of the herbal tea, “Maybe it’s not a parallel time and space, we’re just in a book.”

    It was not the divine book that predicted their death, but that they were experiencing the plot that was already in the book.

    Another reason that prompted him to come to this conclusion was that he couldn’t sense a trace of Yin Qi or a wandering soul, whether in Haha City or Haha Desert.

    “It’s not impossible what you said,” Li Zhixue said calmly, “If we are in the book, whose book is it? Who wrote the content of the book?”

    “The Book of the Prophet,” Su Rao murmured, which was the name of the copy, “but where should we go to find the Prophet?”

    They are in the book, and the prophet is outside the book. It can almost be said that they are people of two worlds.

    “Perhaps the prophet is here,” Zhuang Lianyi glanced around and said, “I wonder if you paid attention to the mural on the ninth floor, which depicts a monk who fell into a strange world and picked up a book The story of the book.”

    Because the content of the murals is simple, she can see all the content at a glance. After reading it, she turned her attention to the divine book.

    Seeing everyone nodding, Zhuang Lianyi continued: “The monk should be the prophet, and that book is the current divine book.”

    Wu Meng frowned, “What do you mean? Don’t you say this is the world in the book, but the stupa on the mural is in the oasis.”

    God book ran into the **** book?

    “Hmm,” Shen Qingcheng rubbed his chin, “The only truth among falsehoods?”

    The divine book exists both in reality and in the book world?

    “No, no, no,” Wu Meng was so confused by everyone, he grabbed the short inch on his head irritably, “It’s too complicated, I don’t understand what you are talking about!”

    “Brother~” Shen Qingcheng was also a little dizzy, turned his head and looked at Lu Qi as if for help.

    Lu Qi pulled him to stand up, “Everyone find a place to settle down first, we will find the prophet tomorrow.”

    “The prophet is really here? Who is he? Have you discovered him?”

    Lu Qi: “Yeah.”

    Well, gone?

    Everyone wanted to know more, but Lu Qi only said that he would meet at the restaurant tomorrow and did not disclose other information.

    However, as a family member, Shen Qingcheng’s treatment is definitely different from others.

    After leaving the restaurant, Shen Qingcheng asked, “Do you know who the prophet is?”

    Lu Qi held him, “Remember the monk who prevented us from leaving the city twice?”

    “It’s him?” Shen Qingcheng was surprised.

    Lu Qi: “No, it’s his teacher.”

    The Buddhist kingdom disappeared a few decades ago, and a large number of monks should have been evacuated, but Luhaha said that only monks’ teachers came to Haha City a few decades ago.

    Maybe there is no Buddhist country from beginning to end, there are only oasis, monks, and books of prophets.

    Shen Qingcheng was puzzled and said, “But the ancient city is still there, and Lu Haha also said that he has seen a Buddhist country with tens of thousands of monks.”

    Lu Qi looked down at him, “What if the pages are still blank?”

    Shen Qingcheng opened his eyes.

    The next day, a group of people gathered in the teahouse and headed to the city gate.