Author: Binary Sword Fairy

At this time, Liang Ansheng stood on the same spot as Miao Shuisheng just now, trembling all over.

The call from the depths of his soul caused Liang Ansheng's whole body to convulse, and every cell told him of his fear.

"Kishio..."

After a call and a sigh, Liang Ansheng retracted his hand, which was twitching as if he had been electrocuted.

Miao Shuisheng's gaze passed over Liang Ansheng's face and saw the cocklebur appearing behind Liang Ansheng.

He was much older than when we last met, but he seemed to be in good spirits. His lens was clearly black and white, but his eyes were still filled with that consistent divine light.

As usual, he was wearing a Tianshenzhou-style brown shirt and a pair of taupe jeans. These jeans were completely made of rotten canvas recycled from the gang, so they not only looked greasy, but also had an unpleasant look.

A sense of cheapness that people look down upon.

Miao Shuisheng never looked down on him.

In fact, due to the awe that was close to fear in his heart, Miao Shuisheng never even dared to look at him in the eyes - in his short life, Miao Shuisheng had never looked at Xanthium.

Xanthium placed her hand on Liang Ansheng's shoulder with slight force, and said in a deep voice:

"You have worked hard over the years, and your efforts will surely bring us great rewards."

His hand reached through Liang Ansheng's completely stiff armpit and took out a red capsule pill from the medicine box in front of Liang Ansheng.

"Kishio, go and rest."

After the words fell, Liang An's severely rusted body began to disintegrate inch by inch, and in a moment it turned into countless foam-like floating points of data, disappearing into the air.

What methods did he use?

Miao Shuisheng didn't care about this problem, because he knew that Xanthium's logic of action was different from that of normal people, and its understanding of the world was also different from that of normal people. Miao Shuisheng had never understood his methods.

Without Liang Ansheng, there is no longer a barrier between Miao Shuisheng and Xanthium.

"You have not been tired these days."

Xanthium looked at Miao Shuisheng, the warmth in his eyes was unconcealed.

Miao Shuisheng's whole body tensed up, and the trembling deep in his soul made him completely disappear even the rebellious thoughts hidden in his subconscious:

"Not a day goes by that I don't remember my father's teachings."

He didn't even dare to think about "Why is this old immortal monster here?"

Xanthium added:

"Why did you come here?"

Miao Shuisheng was as embarrassed and at a loss as a child who had discovered a secret, and replied in a hushed voice:

"It's...it's a request from one of my partners..."

He didn't dare to hide anything and told the whole story about his cooperation with Zhongxian Priest.

After hearing this, Xanthium frowned.

This frown caused Miao Shuisheng's heart to have a strong fluctuation.

That's the wave called "fear".

After frowning once, as Xanthium's brows relaxed, Miao Shuisheng's inner fluctuations disappeared and his mood stabilized.

"Although there are only thirteen final sacrifices, it does not mean that each of them has the kind of [authority] you imagine."

Xanthium obviously knows something.

"That was the only one who came back from the [Wilderness] on pilgrimage, and it was only because of great luck that he was able to bring back some valuable things from the [Wilderness]."

Miao Shuisheng leaned forward and leaned his ears, with a pious attitude.

In fact, the knowledge mastered by Xanthium can indeed give Miao Shuisheng a lot of inspiration. In addition, his logical foundation is completely derived from Xanthium, so it is easier and faster to obtain it from Xanthium's view of knowledge.

knowledge, understand this knowledge, and integrate this knowledge into your own world view.

Xanthium came to a hospital bed and looked at the patient on the bed with a deep expression:

"Besides, those of us who come after us always stand on the shoulders of our predecessors to observe the world, understand the world, and create logical tools to understand the world."

"When the holy monk went on pilgrimage to the [Wilderness], technology was not yet developed, the various schools of extraordinary people did not have a deep understanding of the deeper levels, and humans did not have the logical tools today, so the pilgrimage was extremely difficult and dangerous, and the saint went through many disasters.

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"Today, when technology is highly developed, various logical tools have been produced to open up the world. Even people like you and me who have not traveled very far on the path of transcendence can still reach such a deep world with the help of tools."

"Is a world with such depth close to the origin of the world?"

Miao Shuisheng looked submissive. Even if he didn't understand, he didn't ask questions, and his posture was unusually humble.

"aquatic."

Xanthium looked at him, and her eyes seemed to have weight, pressing on Miao Shuisheng's body, bending his waist even more.

"I told you before, you don't have to be like this...that's all, let it go."

Xanthium turned his head and looked at the patient on the bed.

What was different from everyone before was that the patient actually raised his head and looked at him under the condition of "gazing" instead of "contacting".

Xanthium opened his mouth to ask, and it turned out to be a strange question that sounded completely incompatible with everything around him:

"Do you like playing online games?"

Miao Shuisheng noticed the particularity of the incident of "playing online games" - the empire's online game industry is not developed. In a sense, compared with other civilian computer technology industries, the empire's online game industry can be said to be inferior.

It is very backward.

In this context, the number of people who “play online games” is even smaller.

Why choose such an unpopular question?

Why use such an unpopular question to ask a disabled person who was tortured by omniscient experiments and had his limbs amputated?

What Miao Shuisheng didn't expect was that the patient actually answered.

"Play... play! It's fun! Game! It's fun!"

The man was swaying on the bed like a maniac. One eye bounced to the top of his eye socket, and the other eye fell to the bottom of his eye socket. His tongue drooped out of his mouth, foam was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he slurred his words:

"What are you playing at?"

Xanthium asked in reply:

"what are you playing?"

A perverted and deformed expression appeared on the man's face:

"I...I play with wood! Big trees! Big castles! Big dragons! Big preserved eggs!"

The man had only spat out a few words, but his skin had turned red, and his whole body was emitting steam that was visible to the naked eye. His blood vessels had become ferocious due to congestion, like long worms crawling under the skin.

Xanthium looked serious and put his hands on the man's shoulders. As a result, the man's red skin faded to a certain extent, and the steam emitting from his body also weakened a lot.

"He doesn't have much time." Xanthium whispered: "Shui Sheng, listen carefully, write down every word he says, and then pay attention to his eyes."

Miao Shuisheng did not dare to be careless and concentrated, looking into the patient's eyes while listening.

The next moment, Miao Shuisheng opened his eyes in vain.

The patient's eyes... What is reflected in the patient's eyes is not him and Xanthium, let alone this pale ward, but rows of computer screens!

What did he see?!

Where did he see?!

Xanthium continued to ask:

"How much does the game cost?"

A frustrated expression immediately appeared on the patient's face:

"It takes... a lot of computing power... a lot of computing power. The computing power earned by running in the running room is not enough... I want to sell myself, sell it to the corner alley, sell it to the red light street, sell it to

In the showcase building... I want to earn computing power! I want to be with the preserved egg!" [Note 1]

Miao Shuisheng cannot digest such information that has no beginning or end.

The same goes for cocklebur.

But Xanthium did not stop asking:

"Do you like rainy days?"

This problem is even more bizarre. The imperial headquarters of the Byron Weiss Group is in Yanan City, and its laboratory is most likely established in Yanan City. Even if it is not in Yanan City, it is probably located in Yanan City.

The deeper world of anchors.

The summer in Yannan City, which is located in the far north of the empire, is extremely short. Even though the advent of the steam age has caused serious smog and high air humidity, there are not many rainy days, and it is more that the air is too humid. The north is generally very dry.

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So... why do you ask this? Why not ask "Do you like snowy days?" It snows quite a lot in Yanan City, and it snows almost half of the time during the six-month winter.
To be continued...