"A guest is coming? Not bad."
When Wu Hui started to play this message, he found that the collector seemed to be able to see himself and took the initiative to greet him.
"No matter who it is or when it came to you, since you can see this place, I will show you my collection."
Wu Hui's eyes followed this being that he could not perceive its true identity but was probably a humanoid creature. The collector's collections are displayed on the left and right sides.
He saw hundreds of stone statues of immortal cultivators placed on a fairy mountain. But the fairy mountain is contained in a glass cabinet. .c
He saw the seal beasts being packed in boxes and placed on shelves.
He saw the unspeakable evil god placed in a can.
Some of the supreme magic in the universe, gods and humans representing legendary stories.
In the hands of collectors, they look like toys, arranged on the left and right sides.
Wu Hui's breathing gradually became heavier.
There are so many super players, but they still have no way to fight back against the devil. So how did he die?
Many collectibles were beaten to death for not taking care of them? Or was he stabbed in the back by another demon? Wu Hui put away many thoughts in his heart and planned to continue reading.
A hand suddenly appeared behind the collector.
A black, baby-like hand.
Black Death.
It is like a naughty relative who comes to your house during the Spring Festival and starts a journey of destruction on things in the room. Wu Hui watched the exquisite glass cabinets being smashed, and various things pouring out of them.
The confrontation between the two demon gods was a bit incomprehensible to Wu Hui, a level nine person. He couldn't even see what was happening.
But soon, the Black Death seemed to be subdued. However, collectors have been attacked by many collections.
"..." Wu Hui saw countless beings equivalent to super players attacking the Collector. I also saw that there was another being controlling everything behind the scenes.
That's the devil playwright.
Although the playwright did not take direct action, collectors were quickly at a disadvantage when fighting against the Black Death and many of their own collections at the same time.
Wu Hui couldn't understand and could only remember. He believed that even if he couldn't understand it, the presiding judge could understand part of it.
The other demon gods seemed not to take action, and many planets, many civilizations, and many strange beings collected by collectors rushed to freedom. Wu Hui could see that many of them seemed to have been prepared and would launch the strongest attack as soon as they got out of trouble.
This ends the first message.
The immediate cause of the Collector's death seems clear.
Wu Hui started to watch the second piece of information.
It was a planet that was somewhat similar to the Earth. On this planet, there lived another group of humans, which were somewhat different in appearance from the Earth's three major human races and many subraces.
This is a civilization, and there are many stories in the history of the development of a civilization.
Many of them are inspiring.
They developed individual cultivation and also had many science and technologies. Due to the impact of individual force on social structure, the development of science and technology is more difficult than on earth. But under such circumstances, they gradually developed to the modern level. And broke the monopoly of cultivation. Make sure that everyone can practice cultivation.
Next is the day to develop towards the stars.
Yet they were unable to develop. Because their sky has a cover.
That's the cover collectors put on them.
Only then did this civilization realize that it was actually just an insect kept in a glass box by a powerful being.
The universe is huge, and civilizations are actually not scarce in it. Of course, it is relatively not scarce. After all, in the known universe alone, there are trillions of Milky Way-level galaxies, and there are also trillions of stars in the Milky Way.
Even if the probability of life being born is extremely low, the probability of life being born like us is also extremely low. On such a huge base, civilization is an astronomical figure.
But there are not many civilizations that can develop to the space level. collector
He was very satisfied with this civilization, and he had another excellent collection.
But the people on this planet saw the eye watching them in the sky. So they fell into extreme panic. It took decades to gradually return to normal, and they began to make plans to break the blockade and set foot in the stars.
This ends the second message.
Wu Hui pondered for a long time. The strength of this civilization is actually very strong. Its technology has reached the space age, and its individual strength is at the level of advanced players. But to collectors it seems to be just an inconspicuous little collection.
Collections like this... He has a collection of stars.
Different civilizations on the twelve planets have technology, some coexist with gods, some have extremely advanced mechanical technology, some have pure magic technology, and some have technology to cultivate immortals...
But when they looked up at the stars, even though the nearest civilization was relatively close, they still couldn't contact each other. Seems so lonely.
Well...the power of civilization cannot be underestimated. Although the Collector died under the siege of two demon gods in the end, he was still defeated by the many beings in his collection.
Now it seems that the collector's main ability should be this kind of seal, which can change the volume of an object at will, and lock them in strange containers.
Of course, collectors have great taste. In addition to collecting various powerful creatures and advanced civilizations, they also collect some very small things. For example, a little girl’s purest dream, a naturally formed asteroid with a very similar shape to human beings...
If the playwright likes to record the stories of these things, the collectors just put these things away and watch them from time to time to make up the stories in their minds.
The two are quite similar, but the collector sealed these things, so the playwright couldn't see the story. This may be the source of the contradiction. As for the Black Death, it now seems likely that it was a thug who was deceived by the playwright.
Wu Hui started to read the third paragraph of information.
It was a bard, holding a pen and paper and carrying a musical instrument and walking around in the starry sky.
Just by looking at it, Wu Hui knew it was the playwright.
Overall, the playwright seems to be a relatively friendly devil. He has no ill intentions and just likes to watch plays. Nor does mass killing and death lie.
Comedy, tragedy, drama and sketch. As long as it's interesting, he's willing to watch it. Or maybe it's written behind the scenes.
Standing behind him, you can see many stories.
He traveled from civilization to civilization, serving as a guide to give them rebellious emotions and thoughts. And slowly agreed on the time and method of taking action.
As long as there are enough ants and they are united enough, they can kill an elephant. Even if the bite doesn't kill it, it can cause it to itch unbearably and eventually lose the battle with other elephants. Moreover, some of the collections are not ants, but at least wereps, bed bugs and the like.
s's first update today, a hundred million points late. Ahem, I’m quite busy now that school has started. Please forgive me.
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