"No, I was wrong. This is not life, this is all life."
Zhou Li walked to the bookshelf, and Meng Fei followed him.
Zhou Li said: "Here, every book is a life, from the beginning to the end."
"All, condensed into one book."
"When a person is born into the world, the world will record him."
"When a man's life ends, the world's record is complete."
“These records became a book that was put here by the world.”
"There is a name here [Library of the World]."
"Not just people, there are records of many, many other beings here."
"Everyone who watches these records will see the life of the person being recorded in their own way."
"The way I watch it is like a picture, like a play. I am the viewer, and they are the actors in the play."
Zhou Li seemed to have thought of something. His eyebrows curved and he smiled and said, "But this is the existence that I am obsessed with."
Meng Fei listened quietly. He looked at Zhou Li without being impatient.
Meng Fei is a perfect listener. Although sometimes he doesn't quite understand why people have so many emotions, he is willing to listen to everything.
Zhou Li looked at Meng Fei, with admiration in his eyes, and said, "You are different from others."
Meng Fei smiled and said, "What's the difference?"
Zhou Li said: "You have divinity in you."
Meng Fei smiled, and his smile became even brighter. He even felt a little ridiculous.
Meng Fei shrugged and said, "No, I just did what I thought I should do."
"Hahaha, that's great. I don't know how many people in the world can do what you do."
Zhou Li sighed, Meng Fei just smiled.
"Next, I invite you, my student, to visit the library of the world." Zhou Li walked forward, and he invited Meng Fei to enter this grand world.
Meng Fei thought for a while and said, "I don't want to thank you for your kindness. Can I give you a kowtow?"
Zhou Li laughed and waved his hands repeatedly, "I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Zhou Li said: "I'm going to stay here all night. If Meng Fei is going to leave, just find me and tell me."
"If you go out, I will follow you."
Meng Fei: "I understand."
This is the rule.
Zhou Li left happily soon. He liked to read other people's stories.
Meng Fei first walked around in this space. It seemed that the golden mist was right in front of him, but no matter how Meng Fei walked, the distance between them did not seem to shorten.
Meng Fei did not believe in evil. He counted as he walked. He passed thousands of bookcases and walked at least tens of thousands of meters, but it seemed that he was still far away from the golden mist.
Stopping and looking at it from a distance, it is an extraordinary existence that ordinary people cannot understand.
Meng Fei didn't have to take a closer look. Since he couldn't see it, just leave it alone.
Meng Fei stopped on the spot and looked around.
At some point, the puppets who were sorting the books stopped and looked at Meng Fei.
The puppet standing there seemed to have lost its soul, with its face facing Meng Fei.
The puppets hanging on the bookshelf also lowered their heads and looked at Meng Fei.
This scene is really scary.
Especially quiet. In this vast space, except for the occasional rustling of books, there is almost no other sound. It is so quiet.
Meng Fei thought to himself: If this was a scene from hell, if this bookcase was a tomb erected, and if these puppets were skeletons, it might be more interesting, wouldn't it?
No panic at all.
What is this level of terror compared to the strange stories, ghosts and ghosts that have been passed down by flower growers for thousands of years?
Meng Fei: It’s not interesting.
Meng Fei looked at the books on the bookshelf indifferently. There was no word on the surface of these books. Each book was like a blind box.
Some books are as thick as a Xinhua dictionary, some are as thin as a piece of paper, some are very large, half a meter high, and some are very small, only half the size of a palm.
The number of people in Meng Fei's live broadcast room has exceeded 2 billion, and there is a steady stream of viewers joining.
Among them are many new members.
[The Library of the World] has become a sacred place that everyone wants to peek into.
And Meng Fei's live broadcast room is the window through which they spy.
"Oh my God, God bless us."
"These books, could it be said that the thicker and bigger the book, the more powerful the owner of the book is?"
"It's possible that the books of great men should be that thick and big, right?"
"Hahaha, then my life is just a thin pamphlet?"
"I believe in all this. Sure enough, behind the weird live broadcast is the true God."
"What a true god, I don't believe in it, can a true god hurt people? My family died from the strange rules and monsters, the rules and monsters should disappear!"
"After I die, will my life be recorded in a book and included here?"
"Suddenly I am looking forward to it. I still have about three months to live. Now, I feel that death is not very scary."
"Hug, hug, it's okay, you just restarted, maybe you will be reborn!"
"For three months, do what you like!"
"Sure enough, life is short, the most important thing is to make yourself happy! Don't regret it!"
...
Meng Fei pulled out a palm-sized book. The book was very small and thin, and seemed to have only two or three pages.
Meng Fei took out the book and opened it. There was only one page inside.
【cat】
[In its world, according to human history, it was born at 6:22 on June 4, 1956. 】
[It was born in a pile of debris in the alley of No. 25 Wenya Road, Wuyouguochen City. 】
[When it was born, its mother was attacked by a wild dog and its mother was killed by the wild dog. 】
[It died from the mouth of a wild dog. 】
[World number 486, low level of civilization, belongs to the SOL classification. 】
There are two lines of words with different handwriting below.
[Poor cub, it hasn’t opened its eyes yet, I hope its next birth will be happy. 】
[There seem to be many definitions of happiness. 】
This is the life of a cat.
What follows seems to be comments from people who have watched its story.
Meng Fei was stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
Meng Fei put the small, thin book back into its place, and then picked up another book. This book was of moderate thickness and size.
What is recorded here is the life of a warrior, from his birth, to his adulthood, to his becoming a warrior, making countless achievements, and finally dying on the battlefield.
The book in Meng Fei's hand does not appear in any other form, it is just words, pure words.
But a book that is so long-winded, so long-winded that it is necessary to write down everything a person does every moment, is shocking.
This is not nonsense, this is not random fabrication, the book Meng Fei holds in his hand is, a lifetime.
