Looking at the writer in front of him, Wang Ye had a smile on his lips.
"Though to this day, I still can't decide if you are a writer per se, or if you are something strange."
"but..."
"It has no impact anymore."
The writer was a little puzzled when he heard Wang Ye's words, and his distorted face froze for a moment.
Then, he looked at Wang Ye confidently: "The moment the candle in your hand goes out, this world that shouldn't exist will collapse, and you will die here!"
"And this world will also become nourishment and continue to maintain the scroll!"
"The whole world will be purified again by then!"
"And I will also become the supreme god in the world in the book. This is a foregone conclusion!"
"Your power is like an ant in the eyes of gods!"
"Give up, at least before the candle goes out, you can't defeat me and destroy the paper behind it!"
At this time, the writer seemed to have completely fallen into madness, and there was less and less consciousness in his eyes.
Wang Ye calmed down, enjoying the writer's performance.
Only the black candle in his hand was still burning.
Time passed bit by bit.
The writer is like a superior god, still mocking Wang Ye.
"Actually, the way to break the situation is very simple."
"You just throw the candle in your hand onto the paper."
"boom!"
"This paper will burn!"
"How's it going? Are you excited?"
"But in this illusory world, I am the omnipotent god."
"As long as I'm here, you'll never be able to make it happen!"
"My favorite thing is to watch the ants roaring with rage, because it's... very funny!"
The writer was full of absolute self-confidence, like a madman, constantly talking about it, and around his body, there was an aura of despair.
Wang Ye seemed a little silent, looking at the black candle with only a small piece left in his hand, as if hesitating.
The writer also became quiet, as if he was admiring an ant facing a desperate situation and trying its final struggle.
but...
When the candle was about to burn out, Wang Ye still remained quiet.
The writer got a little testy and became angry.
"Why don't you even have the courage to try!"
"Trash, ants!"
"You should be desperate and struggling to your death, otherwise how could I enjoy that wonderful scene!"
"Go, throw the candle at the pile of paper as hard as you can!"
"Maybe I won't stop it!"
The writer's roar became louder and louder, and he was furious!
Wang Ye looked at him quietly, but suddenly laughed.
"Are you panicking?"
"Am I panicking? Are you kidding? As an omnipotent god, you are just an ant and bedbug in my eyes!"
"You...should be really looking forward to me throwing the candle out, right?"
Wang Ye looked at the writer, shook the candle in his hand, and said quietly: "From the beginning, you acted like a mental patient, which made me hate you."
"He acted condescendingly and gave me a solution."
"If you were a more impulsive person, you would probably have thrown the candle out in anger..."
"Let me guess..."
"You are afraid of these pieces of paper. You want to destroy him."
"But you don't have the ability, you can't even attack me..."
As Wang Ye's words fell.
The writer's crazy expression began to calm down, and he stared at Wang Ye with cold eyes, without saying a word, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
Wang Ye ignored the writer, walked past him, and came to the paper. At this time, only the last bit of the candle in his hand was left unburned.
"This should be an illusion created by you. The only thing that is real is these pieces of paper."
"I want to break this illusion..."
"The root cause should be..."
"I!"
The voice fell and the candle burned out!
Wang Ye took out the boning knife and stabbed it hard into his heart.
Blood sprayed on several pieces of paper.
Stimulated by the strong blood energy, the writing on it became much clearer at this moment.
The illusion is shattered!
Wang Ye reappeared on the pavilion. There was no boning knife in his hand, and there was no wound on his heart.
The figure sitting on the pavilion was now standing in front of him, very close at hand.
It's just that this face is full of anger at this time!
And in the void not far away, the three pages of paper were floating.
At the end of the last page, the eyes staring at Wang Ye exuded an inexplicable emotion, and then...
He broke away from the paper and shot through the figure's chest at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
The figure shattered into pieces and dissipated in the air.
On the ground, a writing brush appeared.
The tip of the brush was filled with bright red, as if it had been stained with blood over many years.
The pen barrel was somewhat broken and covered with scars.
It seems like the rod will break if you apply even the slightest amount of force.
...
Is that guy a pen?
Wang Ye picked up the pen and held it in his hand.
A cool breath spreads, and an eyeball is embedded at the end of the pen barrel!
The eyeball had completely lost its aura of agility at this time, as if it were just an ordinary decoration.
In the void, the writing on the three pages of paper was once again a little scattered!
Knowing that now was not the time for research, Wang Ye hurriedly put the brush into the bag.
The endless corpses outside also returned to silence at this moment and fell to the ground.
That terrifying negative emotion enveloped Wang Ye again.
Wang Ye took out the wooden fish and knocked it hard. With this brief moment of clarity, Wang Ye quickly drove towards the shadow of the bronze door in the distance!
The world at the door is simply terrifying without the black candle!
This world is extremely vast, and I have only just penetrated less than a thousand meters.
Even compared to this space, just standing by the door is not too much. You may become completely crazy at any time under such negative emotions!
And this is just the most basic thing in this world.
Just like the air outside!
The intervals between knocking on the wooden fish are getting shorter and shorter, and the sound of the wooden fish is getting faster and faster!
Finally, at the moment when the wooden fish completely shattered, Wang Ye penetrated the bronze door and returned to the world in the book.
only...
At this time, the sky in this world has turned blood red!
Even due to lack of blood, half of the space has restored the appearance of Fengdu City.
