After going out for a trot and making sure that the snail couldn't keep up with him in a short time, Zhang Tong finally got on the bus home.
After figuring out the snail's pattern, the haze in Zhang Tong's heart subsided a lot.
Although Zhang Tong has nothing to do with this snail, at least Zhang Tong can use this rule to ensure his own safety.
"But being followed by such a weird thing for a long time is not an option."
Youdao, who always walks along the river without getting his shoes wet, Zhang Tong cannot guarantee that he will be able to successfully avoid the snails for the rest of his life.
In the last row of the bus, Zhang Tong was sitting by the window, his eyes flashing:
"If you want to solve it once and for all, the only way left is to improve your strength."
"Now my Hong Quan is on the right track, and my mental strength has also improved due to the White Lotus Concept."
"If you want to further enhance your own power without resorting to any organizational power, the only thing you can rely on is extraordinary games."
Thinking of the extraordinary game, Zhang Tong showed a hesitant expression on his face.
This thing is more evil than any ghost!
It actually has the power to affect the entire world! It can make the originally scientific and reasonable world become weird and dangerous!
"It can be roughly concluded that the longer the game continues, the greater the impact of the extraordinary game on reality will be."
"In other words... the integration of the spiritual world and reality will be deeper."
"This means that the weirdness in the world will be more dangerous and unpredictable, and the things I face will be more terrifying."
Zhang Tong was hesitant. Should he continue the extraordinary game? The uncertainty was too great!
If you continue, does it mean that your situation will be more dangerous?
But what if we don’t continue? Will the master of the once extraordinary game really live in peace until he dies of old age?
All kinds of unknowns and uncertainties made Zhang Tong a little hesitant.
Like a sculpture, Zhang Tong sat there motionless, his brows frowning and relaxing, and his expression kept changing accordingly.
It wasn't until Zhang Tong took the bus to the last stop that Zhang Tong's expression became firm:
"I choose to continue the game!"
After muttering softly to himself, Zhang Tong got off the bus under the strange look of the ticket sales aunt.
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In the rental house, there were indeed no traces of the snail's presence, and everything looked the same as when he left.
Zhang Tong returned home and carefully checked the property in the house.
The zombie head in the refrigerator was still fresh, and everything in the rucksack under the bed was intact.
After confirming that all the important things were still there, Zhang Tong breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his whole body.
However, after seeing the extraordinary game board in his schoolbag, Zhang Tong's expression became solemn again.
He first carefully closed the curtains, then sat cross-legged on the bed and spread the extraordinary game board on his legs.
Looking down at the mysterious extraordinary game, Zhang Tong's face was filled with solemnity.
The Extraordinary Game is still the same twisted and weird chessboard, with an awkward feeling everywhere.
Fortunately, Zhang Tong was already used to this strange style of adventurous chess. After just one glance, he picked up the dice that the extraordinary game called fate dice.
"Never make it a big number, never make it a big number!"
"Just a small move will do, don't make a big move!"
Holding the dice with both hands and shaking it back and forth, Zhang Tong kept praying in his heart.
He is very worried that the process of the extraordinary game is out of his control. Once the steps are too big, it means that the world will change even more dramatically.
All kinds of weird things hidden in dark corners will become more dangerous.
As a newbie, Zhang Tong only wants the rewards of the extraordinary game, not the dangers brought by the extraordinary game!
In this case, the number of the dice, which represents the progress of the extraordinary game, is crucial.
After praying seriously, Zhang Tong separated his hands, and the rotating dice fell on the chessboard. It rolled on the chessboard a few times and then stopped.
"What the hell are you afraid of..."
Zhang Tong stared at the quiet dice, his face a little ugly.
On the side facing up, the five red dots are bright and dazzling, which means that the extraordinary game will advance five grids at a time!
God knows what impact five grids will have on the real world!
He looked at the chessboard with an ugly face as he watched the strange changes, and then regained his composure.
After a long while, Zhang Tong put the Extraordinary Game board back into his backpack and put it away without saying a word.
Five grids... some are too dangerous for Zhang Tong!
The most important thing is that as the person who started the extraordinary game, Zhang Tong felt that he could not escape this danger no matter what.
"So, you still need to be strong when you are making iron."
Shaking his head, Zhang Tong walked to the kitchen and started cooking medicated meals and medicated baths for himself.
Moving five squares at a time was enough for Zhang Tong to take seriously.
Under such circumstances, Zhang Tong felt that he should improve his strength as much as possible.
Among the methods at his disposal, whether it is White Lotus Concept or Hong Fist, they can bring about an intuitive improvement in strength.
As for how much money it costs to practice Hongquan? Zhang Tong no longer cares about this. Anyway, Mr. Wu still owes him one million.
Not to mention that such a person would definitely not default on her debt with Zhang Tong. Even if she wanted to default on her debt, Zhang Tong had many ways to let her know what it meant to regret.
Although Zhang Tong, a sequence nine apprentice, sometimes looks embarrassed when faced with weird and unpredictable monsters, but if he bullies ordinary people...
As long as the opponent doesn't have a gun, Zhang Tong is sure to kill ten of them!
With such confidence, Zhang Tong no longer has any psychological burden when spending money.
Especially when he could see his figure gradually getting closer to perfection, Zhang Tong just wanted to say, it's great to have money.
In this way, during the days when money was flowing like water, Zhang Tong practiced Hong Quan with the help of medicinal diet and medicinal baths during the day, and at night he walked on thin ice while visualizing the White Lotus.
Because of the existence of the cursed snail, Zhang Tong had to take the early bus to the suburbs before seven o'clock every morning, and then take the bus back.
As a reborn person, he has long been able to endure loneliness as he is used to being beaten badly by society.
Such days lasted for a full month.
A month later, the yellow leaves began to fall, which meant that the autumn harvest was finally here.