Then Zhao Han asked the narrator, "The source crystal will be given to you later. Now you can tell me how to save my uncle, right?"
"Okay, just go and ask Xiao Huan." Narrator Zhi Zhong said casually.
"..." Zhao Han was stunned.
She was a little confused.
Something seems a little wrong?
In this case, wouldn't it be better if I asked Xiao Huan for help directly from the beginning?
In that case, all she had to do was agree to Xiao Huan's request to borrow the alien species; but now, she had borrowed the Source Crystal from Xiao Huan to give to the narrator's species, and she had to ask Xiao Huan again.
What else could she do?
I can only ask for it again.
Fortunately, Xiao Huan is really magnanimous and said generously
"It's simple. Just double the time I have to play. Also, you have to play the leading role in the subsequent drama."
Zhao Han understood that the other party wanted to use illusion to save his uncle.
It's just that the illusion works best on ordinary people. Can it still be effective against a mutant master like my uncle?
…………
Somewhere in the source world of chaos, psychedelic, and colorful colors.
A green alien species is facing a white alien species, wandering back and forth.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is a tiny white line on the two alien species, and it leads in the same direction.
"What do you want to do?" the white alien asked a little scared.
It felt a destructive and devouring power from the other party.
Moreover, the strength gap between the two sides is too big, one is an adult and the other is a cricket.
"I've always wondered how you prophecy guys made predictions?" the green alien voiced.
"Oh, it's very simple. A certain existence in the dark will accidentally leak some information for us to pick up." The white alien species replied.
"Oh, I understand, there is a guy who tells you, and then you know the future development." The green alien suddenly said.
"That's it."
"Who is that guy, do you know?"
"I don't know, I think it should be the will of the universe, the Creator or something like that..." the white alien guessed.
"I'm going to help your master later. You have to play the role of a prophet and pretend to be a bit more like me."
"Okay, by the way, you don't want to eat me, do you?"
"How do you know? No, I wouldn't do that."
"Let me tell you, I am a heterogeneous species of your master's student, and we are very close to each other. If you eat me, you will never be able to explain, and you will definitely be beaten in half."
"Tch, didn't you still want to break away from Lao Zhao before?"
"Didn't I escape in the end? It was because I foresaw the threat of death."
"I hate prophets."
Zhao Han knew nothing about the conversation between Xiao Huan and the narrator Zhi Zhong.
She never imagined that such a thrilling story would happen secretly under the teacher's wing during the quiet years.
…………
Somewhere in a desert world.
Like Blood Island, this place is caused by the invasion of the source world and the fragments of time and space, but the scenery is different.
The endless yellow sand, at a glance, is sand, sand, and sand; the scorching sun and dry wind, at a glance, is drought, drought, and drought.
Scattered camel thorns grow tenaciously under the sand dunes, relying on their long root systems to absorb a little bit of water to survive.
Life is extremely precious here, and water is extremely rare here.
Zhao Wei's family appeared in the desert.
He, his wife, his son, and the loyal housekeeper of the Zhao family, four people.
"Zhao Jun, are we going to build our own city here?" the gentle Dongdao wife murmured.
"Yes, the arid and desperate desert can make people feel extremely satisfied with their current life at a glance." Zhao Wei said with a smile.
The several-year-old son looked at this desolate world in confusion. He didn't like it very much, but he didn't dare to say anything. He was very sensible at a very young age.
Zhao Wei's biological son would never be raised with indulgence.
"My lord is wise." The butler fulfilled his responsibilities in a timely manner.
Even if I fall into a manure pit, I still have to praise the way I fell - it's so cool.
"Dad, what should I do if there is no one?" the son finally asked boldly.
"There are a lot of people. There are many, many people in McCann who want to escape. You can't get them with millions, but tens of thousands are still enough." Zhao Wei had obviously planned everything.
A city in his mind, a place in his mind to live.
After lying dormant for so many years, when everyone thought he was enjoying the hot bed of his wife and children, he finally got a big one.
To say he is evil, his actions are indeed evil.
But his original intention was to create a warm and peaceful city so that he could live in peace.
From this point of view, he and Wen Rensheng have the same pursuit.
Otherwise, the two would not have been neighbors for so many years.
Immediately, Zhao Wei began to use his skills to plant forests in the center of the desert through rainfall and build isolation zones to prevent water from evaporating.
An oasis rises around a large lake.
The desert is despairing, but the oases are full of hope.
The contrast between despair and hope, the desert oasis, is a wonderful attraction in itself.
"Dad is so awesome." The son clapped his hands and cheered, eager to jump into the lake.
Zhao Wei shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just changing some illusions."
At this moment, a dark cloud came in the sky.
Rain falls again.
He frowned slightly, then relaxed.
Time suddenly accelerated.
Cities were built and immigrants arrived.
Reincarnation begins and the bottom line is broken.
People are accustomed to the new way of life. Everyone does not need to worry about what happens after death, since they can be reincarnated indefinitely.
People are full of hope, live seriously, and everyone works hard to accumulate for the next life.
Work hard to improve yourself and learn knowledge.
The third life, no, many people start to slack off after the first life.
The accumulated wealth is already enough, why should we work hard to make progress?
No matter how hard you work, there are people who work harder than you; no matter how hard you work, there are people who work harder than you.
Not to mention, if you fall behind every step, you might as well lie down and enjoy life.
Those who lay flat and had no intention of making progress gradually occupied more than half of the city.
If that's all it is, that's still good.
More people are beginning to pursue more depraved and indescribable lifestyles.
As a result, evil was born, with the possibility of reincarnation, and many people became unscrupulous.
They have not become infinitely better because of infinite lives and infinite reincarnations.
Instead, a city of sin was born.
"It's too fake." Zhao Wei shook his head and waved his hand, and the illusory city disappeared.
It turns out that he had already seen that the subsequent evolution was all fake.
He then proceeds to build the infrastructure, as if he were playing a real-life version of SimCity.
Another dark cloud drifted tenaciously.
This time, demons invaded.
People who are addicted to infinite reincarnations have long lost the motivation to forge ahead.
Technology is backward and entertainment is advanced.
There is no innovation, only reproduction.
All of this is vulnerable to the devil.
"It's interesting." Zhao Wei still stretched out his hand to wipe it away.
The third dark cloud appears.
This time, there was an internal rebellion, and an infinitely reincarnated person accumulated enough knowledge and talent to rebel.
The endless accumulation of knowledge will bring countless possibilities.
The rebellion of one man destroyed the entire city.
"More and more progress is being made." Zhao Wei praised.
…………
"Hey, this uncle of yours has seen through everything, so it seems that he must be ruthless!" Xiao Huan said to Zhao Han through gritted teeth.
That state was unprecedentedly serious.
Apparently three consecutive failures put this guy in a bad mood.
"How to give bad information?" Zhao Han asked worriedly.
She thought that the three deductions were very good, as they could make people change their minds once, but in the end, her uncle remained unchanged at all.
why is that?
"Open the door and let me hear the news."
"Well, the teacher will beat you when he hears this."
"You're definitely not going to tell anyone, right?" Xiao Huan stared at her and said.
Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, then said, "I won't say it, but someone will tell him."
"who?"
"Your sister."
"Uh, I actually forgot. My sister has heard everything all the time. It's true that a wise man will always make mistakes after thinking a lot." Xiao Huan sighed.
