Pan Hao swallowed. At this juncture, he didn't want to think too much about whether the Soviet Union would collapse. The most important thing was his own life.
"Actually, I still don't quite understand, little brother...what are you doing here?"
"Oh, let me tell you the truth." Wang Hao said helplessly: "If I don't interfere with this matter, forty years from now, these ghosts... natural disasters will come up, and many, many people will die by then."
"But now that I have solved this matter, forty years from now, many fewer people will die."
"That's probably what it means. I don't know if you can understand it."
"This thing is very difficult. I have failed hundreds of times. The chance of success this time is very high, so I chose this plan."
But in Pan Hao's eyes, this information brings a very fragmented and contradictory feeling.
save the world?
He couldn't describe this feeling.
Pan Hao, who is thirty-five years old this year, has experienced many things and been exposed to real capitalism. He longs for the kind of life of luxury and wealth.
The most recent encounter was when the tour leader "Gregory" asked him to drink foreign wine, high-alcohol whiskey, and was rewarded with a hundred dollars for a glass.
For money, he drank ten drinks in a row.
Got $1,000.
This was just a compliance test before departure, but $1,000 was already a huge amount of property. Pan Hao was addicted to the joy of making money and happily accepted it.
Because that’s how the world works.
Money can dominate everything!
Last month, in Causeway Bay on Hong Kong Island, a wealthy businessman ordered his bartender to hold a beer bottle on his lap.
See how many bottles can be clamped in total. After clamping, you have to blow the wine in one breath.
One hundred dollars a bottle.
The girls went happily and were extremely happy and laughing.
The person with the most drank eight bottles in one go.
Even Pan Hao himself found this matter very interesting and joyful. He even wanted to be the wealthy businessman and experience the pleasure of living in a life of luxury and wealth.
Everything is pushing him to make more money.
Money can make all the difference. More money can stimulate people's unlimited potential and allow them to enjoy a life of extravagance and extravagance.
But that was not the case when he was young. He also had a period of studiousness and real ambition. Otherwise, he would not have been able to learn foreign languages and come into contact with a broader world.
Once your vision is obscured by the world, you will often forget the true poetry and distance.
Degeneration is a step-by-step process. In life, wealth cannot be slutty, poverty cannot be moved, and power cannot be surrendered. This is called a real man. When you grow up, you will sigh with emotion about the books you read when you were a child. But it is just emotion.
Now, he has fallen and is working with this strange child to save the world?
This feeling made Pan Hao extremely stunned, as if he had been forcibly switched from one life to another.
Wang Hao naturally didn't know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "There is one more thing that cannot be forgotten. After you go out, submit this letter to the local government. In fact, this matter is the biggest credit
Not me, but an old comrade named Li Xianfeng."
"Such a great contribution should not be forgotten. You will also have some merit."
Pan Hao took the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.
I don't know why, but that complicated feeling surged up again.
He smiled bitterly in his heart, this letter... means that I have a certain degree of use value?
Okay, I feel a little more at ease.
As for what was written in the letter, he would not read it.
The most deadly thing in the world is curiosity.
Curiosity kills people!
Forget it, just keep working.
In this way, Pan Hao used all his strength to dig wildly, digging the hole for a day and a night, without stopping except for eating.
We have dug to a depth of more than 3 meters. If we dig further, we may encounter water, so we have to stop there.
The entrance to the cave is very small and can only accommodate one person.
There are two small grooves below, where one person can squat on one side.
Naturally, he was extremely cautious about his own life. Pan Hao patted his chest and said confidently: "Put some sponge, rubber or other things on the hole, and make sure you can't hear any sound!"
Seeing that it was getting dark, Wang Hao nodded and said: "Then let's implement the final plan tomorrow morning!"
…
Soon it will be the next day.
The place to hang the speaker has already been found - on a large camphor tree in the north of the village.
This big camphor tree is not doing well in a place called "Utopia" where there is little light.
The leaves are sparse and withered.
As a behemoth that is hundreds of years old, its trunk is so thick that five people holding hands cannot hold it in a circle. Although there is some rot, it will not be a problem for an adult to climb up.
Pan Hao carefully hung the horn on the top of the camphor tree.
"It's about to begin...two lesser demon gods..."
After completing all this, Pan Hao's heart had jumped to his throat.
All he has to do is push the button!
The tape recorder will play the sound, and the loud trumpet sound can spread throughout the village!
This approach made him feel a little dazed.
That's right, the long river of destiny that was cut off in the middle was actually taken back abruptly.
I can only live another life.
"I didn't expect that so many weird things would happen during this trip."
He shook his head and looked at the tape recorder in front of him.
Who is that child?
What should I do if he gives up on me?
The first 5 minutes of the tape are completely blank, with some advance added to give them time to escape back into the hole.
"Hey... I'm really crazy... there's no point in thinking so much!"
"The last vote to wash away the golden basin is really not easy to do!" Pan Hao said his mantra.
He glanced at the child under the tree again, his eyes were calm and there was no sign of any disturbance.
This child is the greatest terror in his eyes, the one who dares not resist even a word.
"Click!" He pressed a button on the recorder.
The videotape starts playing!
A rustling sound was amplified from the speakers.
He jumped off the tree as fast as he could, grabbed Wang Hao and ran all the way! How could a child with no strength run a kilometer? He could only run on his back!
Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.
Pan Hao carried Lao Wang on his back, ran madly back to the house, jumped into the dug hole, and used his hands to forcefully move a thick wooden box to block the entrance of the hole.
Finally, I put cotton in my ears.
My heart was beating fast and my back was sweating. I looked at the time and it only took less than four minutes.
"Fortunately, I ran fast enough!"
The two of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, sitting in the cave, breathing heavily.
Has it been played?
have no idea.
Pan Hao shook up the hand-cranked flashlight, and a pale yellow light appeared in this dark and cramped small environment.
He used a branch to write a line of text on the ground: "The speaker should be playing. Look at the straw vibrating slightly. Will all the weird things outside die?"
Wang Hao also wrote in response: "Most of them will probably die. I'm not sure if those without wisdom will die."
He erased the line of text he just wrote and wrote another sentence.
"However, don't think about the Fountain of Youth or anything like that. It is a derivative of the devil's power and is specially used to anchor others. If you borrow its power, you will be under its hidden control and it will be difficult to escape. As soon as you introduce it
Can ordinary people afford it?"
"I see that you are strong and strong, but now you are anxious to consider the issue of lifespan."
Pan Hao smiled sarcastically. Not only did he almost lose his life on this trip, but he didn't get anything. He really lost money to his grandma's house.
"I'm not that eager to live forever. I'm just a little bit distraught. So many people have died and I haven't even seen them."
But Wang Hao wrote again: "There are some jewelry in the village. If you want to take them away, I can help you find them."
"You can also see the Fountain of Youth, but you can't take it away."
Jewelry?
Pan Hao's nose twitched.
This is enough.
At this moment, there was an obvious vibration from the outside world, as if something was stimulated and rushed out of the house, and a fight broke out between them!
Wang Hao couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.
When Pan Hao saw this smile, he was extremely nervous.
He really could only coax this great god and did not dare to show any slights.
Fortunately, this great god is quite reasonable, not the barbaric and unreasonable type.
Wang Hao also wrote: "[It] kills life in a process that is not an instant death, but a gradual process."
"First, the sanity continues to decline, and only after it reaches a certain level will the soul be taken away."
But these old fritters living in the village all have ways to improve their sanity. Even if they suck other people's blood and deprive others of their vitality, they can still restore a small amount of sanity.
So it won't be so easy to die in a short period of time.
The best way to regain your sanity is-the well in the north!
A drop of well water can keep sanity steady for a long time.
But this well is guarded by a "tree". Only by sacrificing one's life will the tree salvage a few drops of well water.
Either, kill other people; or, attack this tree.
This is how the final prisoner's game begins.
Under the white fog that never dissipates, the small village in the early morning ushered in the second massacre in history today!
[It] has established such rules and cannot violate itself.
When poison enters the stomach, whether you admit it is poison or not, you need to be forced to digest it.
The shadows of white mist lurk the dead bodies; the raging river kisses the red flowing blood; the cold air from the north floats on the muddy path we walked yesterday; the typhoon that kills everything blows in the magnificent temple; the cave
The two of them curled up like ferns.
Chaos is not an abyss.
Chaos is the ladder.
Many people try to climb up, but fail and never get the chance to try again.
Failure ruins them.
Some people had the chance to die peacefully, but they refused.
They guarded their lives, guarded the gods, and guarded their own graves.
It's all fantasy.
Only chaos is real.
Just chess pieces.
…
Pan Hao was horrified to find that the child's eyes in front of him overflowed with a faint light.
He felt peaceful and a little confused.
He was uneasy and held his breath.
He is witnessing the game between high dimensions.
He understood a little bit, but he still hadn't figured out some details.
There are vibrations from the outside world from time to time, and some vibrations cause huge vibrations like bombs, which means very powerful supernatural abilities.
As for the confrontation between mystery and mystery...Wang Hao doesn't care at all who loses and who wins, and how many people can survive.
In a higher-dimensional game, he only cares about the two demons.
With the fall of this chess piece, the general is declared!