Ghost, please let me go

The whole world freezes at this moment.

"Originally born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other!"

Wei Qingshuang, dressed in fluttering white clothes, came out reciting poems, set up a table, sat down slowly, and gracefully picked up a teacup to sip.

This guy has to set up a table every time he comes out, is it for the convenience of talking and breaking the table?

I looked at the big blood-red eyeballs that were frozen, and tried to move them. After confirming that it was only the world that was frozen, not me, I pulled out the anti-tracking spear, and brought it upside down to the table.

Wei Qingshuang held a teacup, looked at me indifferently, and didn't even give me a stool, full of force, with the aura of a big boss behind the scenes.

"Get a chair!"

These words were actually said to Wei Qingshuang, but before she moved, a wooden chair popped out. This chair looked familiar, no matter how it looked, it looked like the one we used to eat at home. Look, um, there's a deep nick where I saw it when I was naughty when I was a kid, and I took a good beating for it.

My heart was moved, I dragged the chair away, sat down on the opposite side of Wei Qingshuang, and shouted, "One hundred small skewers, one hundred soy sauce tendons, one hundred gluten tendons, one hundred kidneys..."

Wow, on the table where there were only refreshments, a large pile of plates appeared, all of which were filled with steaming skewers, and the enticing aroma of barbecue immediately filled the air.

I picked up a bunch and rolled it, um, it tastes good, it really is my favorite, but there is still something missing.

"Have a glass of draft beer, and two heads of garlic!"

As a northerner, it is definitely heresy not to eat raw garlic when making skewers.

A full glass of cold draft beer came out, as did the garlic, and it was so good!

I drank half a glass of draft beer in one go, threw two cloves of garlic in my mouth, picked up a bunch of kidneys, and stared at Wei Qingshuang while masturbating.

Wei Qingshuang, who was originally elegantly posing for an English afternoon tea, turned into a statue named Surprise.

"Two bites?" I waved my stick at Wei Qingshuang, "You're welcome, I'll take care of you, the best food in the world is this skewer, and the best thing in this skewer is this roasted kidney, roasted beer and garlic Skewers, don’t do it for a god, what kind of tea to drink, it’s not refreshing at all, come on, roll two skewers, be polite to me, I’m in a hurry with you!”

I simply picked up two strings of kidneys and stuffed them into Wei Qingshuang's hands.

Wei Qingshuang held up his waist in a daze and started rubbing. After two mouthfuls, tears fell down, one-on-one, two-on-one, but kept silent, tearing while rubbing his kidneys, with a look of pain that he didn't want to eat it alive Immediately, he jumped off the building.

You said that people are eating here happily, but you put on a mournful expression there, who can eat like this.

Unhappily, I slapped the empty stick I just finished on the table, "Can't you wait until I finish eating before crying? I was fucked tens of thousands of times just now, and I was dying. I just wanted to eat and make up for it." , you cry when you come up, it’s to see that I didn’t die, you’re quite disappointed, aren’t you?”

"You're leaving again, aren't you?" Wei Qingshuang looked at me blankly, "Will you come back next time? Even if you cut off the past, lose your memory, you still have to do what you want to do, right? wrong?"

I thought about it, and came to a plate of grilled oysters. I ate it and said: "Let's go, I definitely have to go, I have a lot of things to do, it is impossible to stay here. But if you want to say what I want to do, then I will I must not know, I have amnesia, of course, if you can explain it to me, I will remember it too."

"So what if you remember? Can you still let me go? What's more, you already have a new Wei Qingshuang, and you don't need me anymore." Wei Qingshuang's tone was very resentful, "You should already know what's going on here Come on."

After all this time, if I still can't figure out a clue, then I'm really a stick.

It's not that this is a space similar to the game world, she should be a character like GM.

And this space is most likely created by me in my previous life. As for the purpose, it is definitely not just for fun.

Wei Qingshuang said: "Why don't you tell me and let me hear if your guess is right?"

I said: "I am a very rebellious person. The more you want me to do something, the more I will not do it. You want me to say it so much. I don't know why, but I just don't want to say it. You want Don't say, I will leave after I finish these strings."

"Do you know how to leave?" Wei Qingshuang sneered, "You have cut off the past, you have no corresponding memory, and without my help, you can stay here forever."

"Speaking as if you are the boss here." I waved the oyster in my hand at her, "Have you eaten this? Try it if you haven't eaten it. When you come back next time, you may not have this oyster." something."

"Probably there won't be a next time." Wei Qingshuang sighed, picked up an oyster, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed the shell to pieces. Looking at her eyes, I felt that in her imagination, it was probably not the oysters that she was chewing, but me.

She chewed the oyster slowly, wiped her hands and mouth, and said slowly, "Where do you want to start?"

As a person with amnesia, I don't know where to hear it, but now that we have the psychological advantage, we have to be calm and under control, or else it will be a waste of the force that we are presenting now. .

"Then let's start with this world."

Chapter 884 The World of Imaginary Numbers

"This is what the creator left when he created the world."

Wei Qingshuang's first sentence was earth-shattering and shocked me so much.

I thought I created this world, but I never expected that it was actually created by the creator himself, which is too big.

"Creating a world is simple, just chop it down with an axe, but it is complicated to build a world, and a little carelessness will cause irreversible damage to the new world. Therefore, the pure imaginary number of the creator outside the real world Bit has created such a synchronous simulation world. No matter what kind of attempt is made, it will first start in the imaginary number world, and then start in the real world after a certain delay. In this way, if there is a problem, it will first appear in the imaginary number world, and the deviation can be corrected in time. Solution."

This is amazing. If you want to do something, do experiments here first, find a sure-fire way, and then go to the real world to get it done with one trick. It is simply the ultimate powerful weapon.

So, the method I just killed Big Eyeball is real and feasible, as long as you think about it, can you kill Big Eyeball right now?

No, there are two problems here.

First, why did I suddenly come to this ghostly place to test the method of killing Big Eyeball?

The second is, since this world of imaginary numbers is so powerful, why did it fall into my hands?

After hearing my question, Wei Qingshuang laughed mockingly: "You are also worthy of having the world of imaginary numbers? This is the exclusive ability of the brain, but it is lent to you for use, and you will have to pay it back in the future."

I said skeptically: "Can you borrow something so awesome? My relationship with the brain is very strong."

"I don't know about this. However, if you don't lend it to you, it won't be useful to lend it to others. This imaginary world can only provide a basic framework. If you want to realize the simulated real world in it, you need to say Set it up and let the world of imaginary numbers accept it."

I understand, this thing has to be re-set, and this setting has to be told to it before it can be used, so who else can tell it to the world of imaginary numbers except me?

That’s right, it’s something of the Creator, we’re all just a part of the Creator, how can we drive it by ourselves?

"I understand. It's a matter of mutual benefit. Then, let's go on. You're not writing a novel. Do you need me to remind you to change it?"

"Didn't you interrupt me? Now blame me!" Wei Qingshuang was furious at the time, stood up abruptly, grabbed the table with both hands, and was about to overturn it.

Fortunately, we were prepared for her bad habit of turning the table over when we disagreed, so we hurriedly shouted, "Wei Qingshuang can't lift this table!"

The table immediately remained motionless.

Wei Qingshuang lifted it twice, failed to lift it up, and became even more angry. She pulled down the white skirt on her body violently, revealing the fully armed battle armor inside, and then pulled out the big door-like sword from behind. , stabbed on the ground, "In this case, let's go now, finish the next thing, it will be over, you don't have to come here again, and I don't have to see you again, just end it like this!"

How come you have to go out and fight every now and then.

I hurriedly comforted her, "Don't be excited, don't be excited, you have something to say, you didn't understand anything, why did you bring up the next step? The key is that when you mention the next step, you fuck the guy, which makes me feel a little bit down." Nothing at all, as a pacifist, I am under too much pressure. I was wrong just now, and I admit it. If you want any compensation, just mention it, as long as we can talk well, there is no problem with anything!"

Wei Qingshuang stared at me furiously, "I can do whatever I want? I want freedom, I want to get out of this damn place, I don't want the name Wei Qingshuang, can you give it?"

I was shocked, "You don't want to be called Wei Qingshuang, so what do you want to be called? This name is your own business, and I didn't give it to you. If you don't like your own name, it has nothing to do with me."

"How could it have nothing to do with you?" Wei Qingshuang said angrily, "If it had nothing to do with you, why would you be reborn every time, no matter what form, no matter where, there would always be a Wei Qingshuang? It’s here, no, you’re stuck here! Erase my memory, change my name, you pervert! Give me back my freedom, give me back my name, give me back…”

Wei Qingshuang was furious, and a guy with a big sword slashed at me, his aura was so fierce.

Fortunately, we have already figured out the laws of this world. If she is a GM, then we are programmers. If we can let her hack it, wouldn't it be a joke?

"Wei Qingshuang will never hit me!"

This loud shout from me doomed her angry attack to be ineffective.

The big sword swung like a torrential rain, but it was always a little bit short of hitting me, and I was always sitting in the same position and rubbing my waist.

After slashing angrily, Wei Qingshuang was finally discouraged. He threw the sword away violently, sat back on the chair, grabbed the skewer, slammed it viciously, and slapped it on the table, "The name doesn't matter. I'll just change it myself later, since you said it, when you leave this time, I will leave here too."

I asked, "Where are you going when you leave here? The outside is not necessarily safe."

I did it purely out of concern, but she took my kindness like a donkey, "I can go anywhere, anyway, as long as I stay away from you, never see you again, and don't be Wei Qingshuang by your side, that's fine. As for how many Wei Qingshuang you have by your side, it has nothing to do with me! Can you please say a word!"

"Okay, why not!" I immediately agreed happily. Anyway, I have amnesia, and what I have in the past has nothing to do with me now. As for the possibility of affecting the world of imaginary numbers after agreeing, I have never thought about it. Can the affected one still be called the secret world of the creator?It must not be possible. "When I leave, I will take you with me. After I go out, the sea and the sky will be wide open, and you can be free!"

Wei Qingshuang stared at me, and after a while, he let out a long breath, "I believe you this time! You built this world here for the purpose of testing the method of beheading the four fierce five sense organs! You will first choose to behead in the real world." Kill the target, then return here, continue to experiment, and after obtaining the most effective method, return to the real world to kill. The last time you tried to kill the target, it was Chaos, one of the four evils!"

Judging from my previous experience, I was trapped by Chaos and kept reincarnating in the world, and finally found a way to kill Chaos successfully.

So, is it here that I tested the method of beheading Chaos, and then went back to arrange traps?

I asked: "I read a memory about this place in the memory storage system. According to the memory storage system, it was my previous life when I died unexpectedly. Is it specially arranged to fight against chaos?"

Chapter 885 The Appearance of the Villain Boss

Wei Qingshuang looked at me with a half-smile, and said, "You want to say that the last time you came back, you were framed by Chaos, so you had to hide here to find a counterattack plan, right?"

Seeing her expression, I felt a sense of urgency.

As a tragic character who was framed and oppressed by chaos and reincarnated in the world for more than 1000 lives, our counterattack has natural justice. Can such an undeniable fact be reversed?

"Let's see for yourself what happened last time." Wei Qingshuang said with a wave, and built another light gate, "This time it's not finished yet, the record from last time is still there, after you leave, this time the file will be created, The last record will be completely erased, and I won’t be able to read it even if I want to.”

I thought to myself, if I have something to say, I can just say it. As for letting me watch the documentary again?With things like unreliable memory storage systems and hidden plot pieces in memory, I'm kind of psychologically disturbed now about looking at memory logs and stuff like that because you don't know if it's real or not.

Speaking of which, the words I told myself in my previous life have been repeated in the world, but I can rely on me. It probably doesn’t just mean that other things can’t be believed, and it’s likely that I can’t even believe in my own past memories. Only me now!

But Wei Qingshuang refused to speak properly, and I had no choice but to jump up on her and force her to talk, so I had to follow her into the door of light.

As soon as you walk into the Guangmen, you will enter a rather large courtyard. There are houses in the southeast and west respectively. The overall environment is very exquisite and the greening is very good.

It was late at night, and I looked up and saw the stars all over the sky.

"Let's start when you came back from your previous life." Wei Qingshuang said quietly, "There are some things you can't say, once you say it, you will be heard, so you can only see it yourself. Of course, it's better to see it with your own eyes. , after losing your memory, you probably think that you are some great righteous character."

I said unconvinced: "What do you mean I think I am some great righteous character? How do you know that I think I am so?"

"After your visit this time, the tone and complacency of your speech is completely different from before, and a fool can't hear it. So I had two judgments at that time. One is that you have cut off the past and lost your memory; the other is , your experience in this life has made you believe in your own natural justice. Alright, let’s start, watch. Take a look at the real you!”

As soon as Wei Qingshuang finished speaking, he heard a low moan coming from the main room facing south.

This groan came together, and then it continued, as if whispering in the ear, full of indescribable temptation, as if you could get what you really wanted deep in your heart if you understood it clearly, but there was just one I can't hear the words clearly, and I can't help but scratch my heart and scratch my liver, itching from the bottom of my heart to my scalp, wishing to deafen that useless ear, wishing to dig out that itchy heart.

Suddenly there was a creaking sound in the grass, and a fat mouse came out, followed by a group of small mice. After running around in the yard like crazy, they began to bite each other desperately, until the skin was ripped apart, and the flesh was bitten. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, biting until his stomach was ripped apart, until he could no longer move.

When the rats were biting, an unknown number of insects came out from the corners, densely packed and dead on the ground.

In the bird's nest on the big willow tree in the northwest corner of the yard, little birds jumped out of the nest one after another, without even flapping their wings, they fell directly under the tree and their brains burst.

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of painful and mournful wailing from the left and right side rooms, and the chaotic and twisted figures were reflected on the windows, shaking and wrestling, and the dark liquid splashed everywhere, and finally returned to silence.

There was a disgusting stench in the air.

This is the prelude to the debut of Cthulhu's villain, the big BOSS. It's too evil and too chaotic!

The lights in the main room were suddenly turned on, and a crisp voice sounded, "Oh, it's Zishi!"

I looked at Wei Qingshuang who was standing next to her, and seeing that she didn't say anything, I simply acted on my own, ran to the main room, reached the door and reached out to push the door, but my hand passed through the door.

Well, it's easy, and we have a wealth of ghost experience, and we are familiar with the ability to walk through walls and doors without taking unusual paths!

I went straight through the door and entered the room, and saw the little maid named Lanzhi who had answered the conversation was hurrying around the room. First, she took out a wooden carved clock and placed it on the ground at the door, and then dug out a clock from the box. It is an old sheepskin book with unique legends and cheats. I wrote on it stroke by stroke with a brush, "Xuanhe 33, the fifteenth day of the first month of the lunar month, the time is right, and there are whispers."

On the line she wrote, there are dense records, the year, month and date are uncertain, but the specific time must be at midnight, and after that, most of them are whispering, some are screaming and howling, and some are crying. Emotions vary.

Just by opening these two pages, there are nearly forty records recorded.

After finishing the recording, the little maid neatly put away the notebook, turned around and squatted in front of the wooden carved clock on the ground in front of the door, opened the cover, and set the hands back to the quarter of an hour ago.

There was a sudden commotion in the yard.

I got my head out of the door, and was shocked to see that the scene just happened was being played backwards quickly!

In the blink of an eye, the dead bugs shrank back to the cracks in the ground, the rats biting each other to their stomachs ripped apart lined up and returned to their nests, and the birds that committed suicide by jumping trees rose back to their nests in violation of the laws of physics. It was the figures in the side rooms on both sides fighting backwards again and finally fell silent.

I retracted my head and glanced at Lanzhi. The little girl didn't know what happened to me. She was holding the clock and putting it back into the box with difficulty. Then she straightened her clothes and took out the earplugs from her ears. He walked towards the inner room, stopped at the door of the inner room, and said respectfully: "My servant, Lanzhi, is here to serve you."

"come in!"

There was a voice in the room, it was hoarse and low, and there were hissing noises in the short three words, making it extremely uncomfortable to hear.

Lanzhi walked into the room with her head down.

Of course I followed suit.

There was a person standing on the ground in front of the bed in the room, it was Mr. Ye.

He should have just gotten up, wearing his underwear, with a deep sleepiness remaining on his face, he raised his hands and looked at his body carefully.

Hearing the sound of the little maid coming in, he looked up at the little maid.

The pupils in those eyes were standing upright, vaguely as if they were two mouths, opening and closing non-stop, with black air emitting from them.

The moment he saw the little maid, a greedy and distorted expression appeared on his face, as if a person who was very hungry suddenly saw the incomparably delicious food, subconsciously licked his lips, and swallowed his saliva.

Chapter 886

What the hell is this me?

How could this be me?