"oh."
Li Xinghe glanced at Zhang Ziliang: "What happens after the beheading?"
"Let's die together."
Zhang Ziliang slumped on the sofa and said nonchalantly.
"Ah..."
Following Li Xinghe's chuckle, Zhang Ziliang suddenly became furious: "What do you mean, you are still laughing at me?"
"Just like you are pretending to be cool, everyone is the same."
Li Xinghe didn't even bother to look at Zhang Ziliang again, and waved his hands a little tiredly: "I'm tired."
"Old bastard!"
Zhang Ziliang stood up and cursed: "By the way, take good care of your health recently and don't pull your hips when the time comes! Also, if the bones are gone, the funeral will not be held for you. Who made us poor?"
When Li Xinghe couldn't help but pick up the crutch again, Zhang Ziliang walked out quickly!
This is not called fear, but respecting the old and loving the young!
Traditional Virtues!
On the way back, Zhang Ziliang has been perfecting the plan. Before Li Xinghe took action, his strength must have been noticed by some interested people, so this plan must be put on the agenda immediately.
Otherwise, after thoroughly finding out the details of Li Xinghe, Tianzhu will face even more difficulties.
But in this case, do I need to suspend my plan to clean the interior?
Along the way, Zhang Ziliang kept thinking, and finally returned to the office and locked himself in the room.
…
At this time, although the eternal night is not over yet, Shangjing City has become a sea of joy.
With Li Xinghe's blow, even the supernatural beings in the city all dissipated and were completely wiped out!
This kind of shock undoubtedly plants a seed of hope in the hearts of desperate people.
For a time, the superpower users of the Tian group were idle.
At the same time, in Wang Ye's room.
Xiao Wu fell into a coma.
After the shadow behind Li Xinghe appeared, Xiao Wu suddenly shouted one word: "Confucianism!"
Then, Yan Yan covered his bald head and let out a scream, fainted and fell to the ground.
After helping Xiao Wu to the bed, Wang Ye sat at the desk, turned on the computer and kept searching.
But there are very few records about Confucianism.
In the past history, there seems to have been a school of thought known as 'Confucianism'.
But hundreds of years ago, this school quickly disappeared and never appeared again. There are even very few records about them.
The introduction about them is only three short words.
student.
What did Xiaowu remember again?
What is the connection between Confucianism and Li Xinghe?
Behind the Buddha clan, the shadow of Buddha will gather.
Behind Li Xinghe, there are many Confucian sages.
But what does that dark guy behind him represent?
Constantly checking the classics, Wang Ye discovered that hundreds of years ago, there was a gap in history without any records.
And a lot of information completely disappeared during that period.
But Wang Ye had never paid attention to such obvious information before.
It's as if there is a pair of invisible giant hands erasing all this!
This made Wang Ye obviously aware of the problem.
If this situation really exists, I will definitely find out as soon as possible instead of waiting until today!
What is the problem here?
And in my previous life, I didn’t even have any doubts about this.
Like a slideshow, countless memory fragments played repeatedly in his mind.
Until the end, a drop of cold sweat dripped from Wang Ye's forehead.
Why, why are the memories of the previous life vague?
The faces that were originally clear are gradually fading out of his memory!
Moreover, Wang Ye found an obvious loophole in the logic chain.
About your own death!
In this life, Zhang Ziliang radically reformed the logistics department!
But, what about the previous life?
Before, I subconsciously thought that it was because of my help that Zhang Ziliang succeeded in this life.
But since Zhang Ziliang, that old fox, dares to initiate this change, he must have sufficient confidence. Even if he doesn't have himself, he must have other backup plans!
So how could the logistics department in the previous life be so quiet?
Even if there may have been some kind of resistance that caused his plan to fail,...
With Zhang Ziliang's ability, it is impossible to remain unknown, and he is also one of the three ministers of the Tianzhu!
But in his memory, there is no impression of this person.
Although the butterfly effect can change many things, it can never change a person's IQ. People who are capable will never be buried.
Finally, it’s about your own death!
He began to grow during the second eternal night and died during the third eternal night.
At that time, as an ordinary person, it seemed normal to die in a supernatural incident, and he even sacrificed himself while responsible for his own logistics.
But at that time, I was just a member of a civilian A-level team, how could I have my own logistics!
And a member of my own team, the woman in charge of logistics...
Who are they and what are their names?
Why had I never thought about this issue before? It was as if there was a barrier that made me subconsciously ignore these things!
There are too many plot lines and logical loopholes in the previous life...
But, if I am not reborn, why can I accurately know the time of the second eternal night?
For a moment, Wang Ye's eyes turned red.
The memory of the previous life in my mind was suddenly shattered at this moment!
The three pieces of paper on the desk suddenly floated out, echoing with the iron piece on Wang Ye's chest, emitting energy fluctuations.
On the first piece of paper, the handwriting began to become clearer, and Wang Ye's room began to become unreal.
However, a broken writing brush came out of the bag on Wang Ye's waist. The eyeball at the pen holder suddenly turned to look at the paper.
The writing was stuck, and the three pieces of paper fell and returned to the desk.
The surrounding illusion disappeared, and the original appearance of Wang Ye's room was restored again.
The brush fell, and the energy on the iron piece slowly dissipated.
Everything seemed to be calm.
Footsteps suddenly sounded deep in the corridor, and the old woman next door came to Wang Ye's room with slow steps and trembling.
Looking at Wang Ye who fainted on the desk, the old woman let out a sigh.
"poor child."
There was kindness and care in his voice. The old man looked at Wang Ye with some distress in his eyes and rubbed Wang Ye's head.
"Although I know you will see through it sooner or later, but now... it is a bit early after all."
As he spoke, the old man took out the pair of scissors from his waist and lightly cut them above Wang Ye's head.
It seems like there is an invisible line there.
The exploded fragments in Wang Ye's mind condensed again and became much more real.
"Put down those illusions and be your true self."
"My little devil, Master Cha."
After rubbing Wang Ye's head, the old woman slowly left and returned to her room.
Next door to Wang Ye, another 'Wang Ye' fell into a strange state at this time, with expectation on his face. After the old woman cut it with scissors, he returned to calm.
…
At this time, deep in the wasteland.
"Master Dao, I went out and looked at the almanac!"
Mao Yongan ran away quickly. Behind him, a ghost king exuding a king-level aura, wearing mourning clothes and a red hijab was chasing him!
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The author has something to say:
Today's reward exceeded 150, but I am not happy. I felt depressed all afternoon and felt very uncomfortable. May Mr. Yuan live forever.
