Wu Xiaode has already flown out of the coastline, fluttering on the vast sea.
According to the navigation, it should be almost there.
He looked around and saw a rocky island.
Is it here?
Feiniao took out his phone and took a look.
Well, here it is.
He flew down, transformed into a human again, and looked around.
I saw that the entire island was only as big as a football field, and there seemed to be nothing except random rocks on the ground.
strangeness.
It’s right here!
The Book of the Dead opened automatically, revealing a map.???.
It is indeed this island.
There is an eye-catching red mark on the back of the island, with text written on the side:
"The red mark is the last safe house underground, and its access code is:"
"734876x34235sg12p"
"Locker password: d76892v19652537"
"Safe house coordinates: 32°20′ north latitude, 64°45′ west longitude;"
"Underground: meters."
Yes, the target is meters underground!
But how is this going to go down?
He walked around the island and found the red mark.
Pushing aside the pile of rocks on the ground, Wu Xiaode suddenly discovered a rusty iron door hidden underneath.
The iron door seemed to be embedded in the ground, tightly closed, and I didn't know how to open it.
There is an icon of a microphone painted on the iron door, which has become somewhat blurry after years of erosion.
Wu Xiaode raised his head and glanced at the Book of the Dead.
Access code...
He cleared his throat and read: "734876x34235sg12p."
Waited for a while.
Rumble——
The iron door opened automatically, revealing a dilapidated passage downwards.
Wu Xiaode walked in.
The iron door immediately closed tightly behind him.
boom!
The echo kept ringing, and it took a while before it calmed down.
There is no light.
There was darkness all around.
Wu Xiaode released the magic mist of silence, and his whole body was shrouded in the magic mist as he continued to walk downwards.
Soon he came to a corridor.
There is a long row of lockers next to the corridor, and looking forward, there is an iron door.
Lockers...
Wu Xiaode walked to the row of lockers and clicked "Get Items" on the access interface.
A keyboard quickly popped up and asked him to enter his password.
Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead and quickly entered a password:
d76892v19652537.
——I really don’t know how those undead officers obtained these codes.
Didi didi!
The locker made a noise.
Snap!
A cabinet door popped open.
I saw a badge and a letter placed in the cabinet.
Wu Xiaode first took out the letter and opened it, only to see a few lines of small words written on a torn-out blank page:
"We won't survive much longer."
"In order to fight against this despair, today, all of us worked together to kill a 'participant', and even his soul was completely torn apart by us."
"Everyone except me chose to commit suicide."
"——This is to keep it a secret."
"After all, this is the only hope."
"I am responsible for putting the 'participant' badge here for future generations."
"As a necromancer, I will preserve my soul and find ways to select suitable candidates from among the awakened humans."
"If you see this letter, it proves that I have chosen you."
"Go and see the truth of this world."
"If you can, please do something."
"Even if-"
"It's for yourself."
"PS: Wear the 'Participant' badge and consume 1 point of soul power every minute to activate its power."
"It lets everyone know you're a 'participant.'"
Wu Xiaode stretched out his hand, took out the badge, spread it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.
This is a square badge. It is a bit like a mobile phone, but it is only as long as one finger and as wide as two fingers.
I saw a few lines of small words displayed on the badge:
"Current scene: school."
"User: Protoss Empire."
School?
What does this mean?
Wu Xiaode wore the badge on his chest.
Almost instantly, several lines of small words in ice crystals appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"You spent some soul power and activated the 'Participant' badge."
"Current soul power: 3/11."
"You are a 'participant'."
"Now you can enter the iron door."
Wu Xiaode pondered for a moment, then strode towards the iron door and pushed it open.
Bang!
The door closes behind you.
Wu Xiaode found himself standing in a school classroom.
There were seven or eight people standing around.
There was only one person sitting on the podium, holding a cigar in his mouth and crossing his legs.
He had a beard and his eyes were cold and fierce.
Opposite him, a young boy covered in blood had his hands held down by two people, and he knelt on the ground, groaning in pain.
This young man had obviously been tortured so much that there was no good piece of meat left on his body.
When Wu Xiaode appeared, everyone looked at him.
"He is a participant." Someone said.
"Ah, he is one of our own, so there is no need to worry about him, let's continue." The man sitting on the podium flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said.
Everyone's eyes focused on the young man again.
"I'm really... just a high school student... Why do you want to hit me..."
The young man's face was filled with tears and he spoke in an innocent yet painful tone.
He kept vomiting blood from his mouth and looked like he was dying.
——He even wore a school uniform.
Everyone around laughed.
"Hahaha, he said he is a high school student!"
"Did you hear that?"
"Oh my god, this prison is so interesting. He actually thinks he is a high school student!"
Wu Xiaode didn't want to appear too unsociable, so he laughed loudly.
The Book of the Dead opened before his eyes:
"You spent some soul power and activated the 'Participant' badge."
"Current soul power: 2/11."
"You are a 'participant'."
One minute passed so quickly!
Wu Xiaode felt a little nervous.
Crow quietly appeared, landed on his shoulder, and whispered: "Be careful, these people are very unusual. If I give you soul power here, they will sense it immediately."
"I know." Wu Xiaode said.
The current minute has begun.
After this minute has passed, there are still two minutes left.
I must figure things out within these three minutes, and then find a way to avoid these people.
Everyone laughed for a while.
The man sitting on the podium touched his beard, seemed a little uninterested, waved his hand and said:
"I've beaten him enough and tortured him enough. I think it's better to awaken his abilities quickly and take him back."
"A good idea, but once his ability is awakened, the punishment mechanism of the prison will be activated." Someone said.
"It's just asking for money. I'll pay him to awaken his ability." The man with a beard said.
Everyone gradually became serious.
Four men with powerful auras stepped forward, surrounded the young man, and chanted long spells.
The man with the beard whispered:
"Alfonso, you are a cruel king, now I want to take away your former great power and use it to create an empire that belongs to me."
Finished chanting the mantra.
The young man still knelt on the ground and did not move.
But a brilliant light suddenly burst out from his body and enveloped him.
He fell into some kind of confusion.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The boy's expression and temperament have changed.
"Pooh!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the man on the podium opposite.
"You came to find me in prison just to steal my abilities?" the young man said in a teasing tone.
Everyone looked at each other.
"This is wrong, why did you wake up the memory?" the man asked curiously.
The young man laughed: "My ability is so powerful, there must be someone who covets it, so I used my last strength to seal the ability in my memory. Once my ability is to be awakened, the memory must be awakened first -"
"Your plan has failed!"
"Alfonso, because of you, the entire Galaxy Fleet was destroyed. This is all your fault." The man said.
The young man laughed and said, "Poor little boys, how are you doing now? Do you still have a sense of justice when you are a slave?"
Snap!
He was slapped.
The man roared angrily: "The Protoss Empire did conquer us, but our life is much better than before - if you hadn't fully opposed them, my father and sister wouldn't have died on the battlefield. It's all your fault!"
The young man said with heavy eyes: "Let me guess, are you now free to buy and sell organs? All kinds of mental poisons are no longer prohibited? As long as people sell their dignity, they can go to the Protoss Empire to work as a low-level worker? The country's
Are all the mineral veins controlled by the Protoss Empire? Let me tell you, you are finished."
"Shut up! At least we are still alive, and you are thrown into prison!" the man said sternly.
"My only failure was that I was overconfident when I was besieged," the young man sneered, "and you betrayed everyone in exchange for your own temporary safety - maybe you can fool yourself, but one day, you will know
The consequences of being a dog."
"Go! Take away his abilities!" the man shouted loudly.
Seven or eight men stepped forward together and took out strange devices one after another, trying to put them on the young man.
"Don't think about it." The young man said calmly.
He stood still.
puff!
Streams of blood spurted out from his body.
The young man slowly lowered his gaze.
His eyes were full of disdain, he looked down at everyone, and uttered the last word:
"Idiots."
His head hit the ground hard.
He is dead.
There was a moment of silence.
Several men looked at each other and said in fear: "Sir, I didn't have time..."
"Forget it, he would rather die than give up his power," the man stood up from the podium and said in a half-hearted voice, "This place will be used by the demons soon, let's go."
"Killing Alfonso, the stars should be satisfied." One person said.
"Of course, there are people watching this matter."
"It's successfully completed."
Everyone quickly agreed.
Their figures gradually disappeared and disappeared from the classroom.
One minute left!
Wu Xiaode walked to the young man's headless body and looked at him carefully.
The soul in this body looks like the monarch of some high-level human civilization!
Even such characters are imprisoned in prison.
Tsk.
So, who am I?
Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and suddenly remembered another thing.
This is a parallel world three years later.
When I return to my own world——
In our world, can I find him first?
Once such a person awakens, he must have extremely powerful power.
Humanity needs awakened ones!
Wu Xiaode immediately started groping around the young man's body.
A line of small words in ice crystals counting down appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"15 seconds left!"
"Please note."
"Countdown to 14 seconds!"
"13,"
"12,"
"11,"
"10,"
Wu Xiaode took his hand out of the boy's pocket.
He found a note.
It reads:
"Teacher Zhang:"
"Due to my physical discomfort, I need to take a day off to go to the hospital for medical treatment. Please approve."
"Student on leave: Li Kunlun."
"Class: Grade 3 (Class 5)."
good!
That’s it!
Wu Xiaode took the leave request, turned around and ran as fast as he could, back to where the iron gate was, opened the door and walked out.
Time's up!
Bang!
The iron door is closed tightly.
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