I woke up after 300 million years

Yan Fan looked up at the gray sky, a snowflake fell in his eyes, and smiled leisurely:

"You guys have tea, I'll go take a look."

The words fell and the person disappeared.

Amo shook his head, "His Highness is in such a good mood. He has less than two years left, and yet he is still so free and carefree."

Su Yue, who knows her husband best, passed her right thumb across the rim of the tea cup, her beautiful eyes wavered, and her tone was low:

"It's not that he has a good attitude, he's helpless, he has no choice, and he's just looking for joy in being tired. Master, do you know? Xiaofan once told me that the ancient gods were so powerful that they could create a universe of tens of billions of light years with just one thought. Destroy all things outside the sky, even if they are so powerful, the ancient gods are still so weak that they can be destroyed with a wave of their hands in front of the outer gods, and they are so weak that the ten ancient gods, except Xiaofan, no one dares to face the dark side."

"Actually, Xiaofan has understood that the [-] million-year seal only sealed the shadow's clone. The body of the shadow has always been with the 'Creator' and has never left. A clone scared the ancient gods. How can the old days be the same? When the real body comes, even if we are injured, our chances of winning are not good."

"Master, you belong to the Celestial Clan. You don't understand. We humans are like this. Even though we know it is impossible to defeat, we still have a glimmer of hope, because this place is our home. When the enemy wants to invade our home, we can't win. Must resist.”

Taking a deep breath, Su Yue clenched the tea cup with her right hand. A crack spread and the tea flowed on the table.

She was silent for seven or eight seconds, then continued speaking more forcefully:

"It's different this time. It's difficult for us to escape. After we take action against the Spirit King, we are destined to be hated by the Old One. In other words, no matter where we hide, the Old One will not let us go."

Listening quietly, Amo stroked Su Yue's long hair and comforted:

"I believe in Your Highness, Your Highness is the sun greater than eternity, the light of hope greater than miracles, Your Highness's honorable name: Lord of all light and fire, God-King who rules the heavens and heavens, and the first master of fate and miracles. Two pillars.”

"Under the leadership of His Highness, we have defeated the Taichu Empire, the Demon of the Abyss, and God and the All-Tianzun. This time, we will not lose, even if the enemy is the end of the past."

Amo trusts Yan Fan unconditionally. This kind of trust is different from Nuomi's licking of dogs. It is a kind of trust between elders and younger generations. It is a kind of trust in life and death. It is a kind of trust that is true.

"He is my husband!" A happy smile appeared on the corner of Su Yue's mouth.

A simple sentence filled with her love for Yan Fan.

She has interpreted some ancient stone tablets, and one of them records: There are three pillars under the command of the Creator, the first pillar is the shady, the second pillar is the immortal lord, the third pillar...

Yan Fan, who obtained the source of the Immortal Lord, naturally replaced the second pillar.

The old days are finally missing from the three pillars, and the possibility of serious injury is extremely high.

Therefore, Su Yue is confident to join forces with her husband to fight against this foreign god.

Mo Qingwu listened in confusion. Although she already knew that the world might end in two years, she couldn't understand what the end of the old days was, what the shady story was, and what pillars it was.

"Godmother, do we have any chance of winning in the future? Is the enemy really so powerful that we can't defeat him?"

"I don't know. The enemy is too strong and transcends destiny. I can't judge or estimate it." Su Yue let go of her right hand, the broken tea cup returned to its original shape, and the tea flowed backwards. "In short, we will have a backup plan. If we can't win, we will try to escape. Sometimes, escape is not a failure, but a victory.”

Amo nodded in agreement. Being able to escape from an alien god was not considered a failure at all. It was enough to brag about for a lifetime!

The universe is so big, Amo actually wants to see it.

......

In the unknown territory, Luo Die lost his vision. The surroundings were silent and scary. The darkness eroded his soul every minute. He opened his mouth to call out to Bing Yuxin and Ye Yan. His throat seemed to be blocked by an object and he couldn't make a sound. He seemed to be in a In a bizarre environment.

After more than 20 seconds, strange and horrifying murmurs sounded in Luo Die's mind.

It was the beating sound of the "Drum of Evil", the wailing sound of the "Flute of Curse", and the darkness became ethereal, crazy and twisted.

Luo Die felt very uncomfortable, as if her head was going to explode. She struggled desperately, trying to release the dreamer's ability and try to walk forward, but everything was in vain.

I don’t know how long this weird process lasted...

Gradually, Luo Die felt an extremely cold wind, and the murmurs lingering in her mind stopped abruptly. Her mood inexplicably returned from nervousness to calmness, and her vision returned without warning, allowing her to see her surroundings clearly.

where is this?

Luo Die had the first question.

She slowly lowered her head and found that she was sitting on a cold chair made of steel, with her feet bound by iron chains. There was a rectangular table in front of her. Including herself, there were a total of 15 people in the same situation. The difference was that some had confused eyes. Some were in a semi-confused state, while others looked calm.

Moving her gaze slightly to the left, she saw a mottled fireplace full of age, a pile of smokeless charcoal burning, bringing warmth and light, and many skull-shaped candles placed in the corner, giving it a visual impact that was deliberately creating a terrifying atmosphere.

This is...a conference room? It doesn't quite look like it. Whose company's conference room was so dark and windy? I was clearly having a snowball fight in the courtyard of Villa No. [-], and my eyes darkened and then brightened. Who brought me such a gloomy place... Luo Die was half complaining and half guessing.

She slowly calmed down and looked at the others.

Apart from myself, half of the 14 people were acquaintances: Guan Xin, Xu Yao, Bing Yuxin, Ye Yan, Song Shuning, Lu Bao, and Tian Wenwen.

The remaining seven people are all men. Some look like students with clear eyes, some look like police officers and wear police uniforms, and some look like bosses in suits and ties.

【what's the situation? 】

[No longer in the real world? If we encounter danger, it is impossible for our godfather to watch us being taken away. In other words, the collapse of Feifan [-] has begun? 】

[Unpredictable horrific events, experienced by so many people together, are these strangers also extraordinary people of the extraordinary three? 】

[Mengmeng is not here. The mascot's passive good luck allows her to avoid strange things. Tuanzi and Senior Liu are also not here. Is it because of their non-human status? 】

Luo Die thought a lot, but even if he moved his feet, he couldn't get rid of the shackles of the iron chain, couldn't use his extraordinary power, and couldn't feel the spirit in his body.

Ta-ta, tap-ta, tap-ta.

The sound of heavy footsteps gradually approached the wooden door until the sound stopped.

15 people looked over at the same time. They were all extraordinary people. In this environment, speaking less and watching more is the basic rule of survival. No one would yell or act rashly.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open. It was a humanoid goat with a human body and a goat's head. It was dressed in a black suit, holding an oil lamp in its left hand and a thick book in its right hand.

Everyone frowned. On the one hand, they did not understand the current situation, and on the other hand, they were suspicious of the identity of the goat.

The goat walked slowly to the head of the long table, placed the oil lamp and books gently, and said in a low but not deep voice:

"Welcome everyone here. You are the first batch of players this year. Introduce yourself. My name is Goat. You can call me Mr. Goat. I like polite people..."

"Player? Goat? Are you an extraordinary creature?" The boy who looked like a student asked. Unlike his kind appearance, his tone was harsh and disgusting.

The rest of the people observed silently, trying to figure out the meaning of the goat word by word. No one took the initiative to ask questions. Luo Die, Bing Yuxin and others all agreed to keep quiet and pretended that no one knew anyone.

They are not stupid. Under unknown circumstances, if they directly join forces, they may be targeted by the remaining people. Analyze the situation, join forces when necessary, and catch them unawares, which is the best strategy.

Mr. Goat walked up to the young man with steady steps, took off his white gloves, and slapped the young man twice. The force was so strong that his cheeks instantly became swollen.

"I said, I like polite people, but I don't like to be interrupted when talking. This time I will punish you slightly. Next time, I will put your head on the table and admire it." The corners of the goat's mouth outline a scary smile warned with a smile.

Without waiting for the boy to react, it put on white gloves, walked back to the main seat at the long table, and continued:

"Thank you everyone for your cooperation. This is a scripted game specifically for the Extraordinary Three. There is no need to doubt that there are all Extraordinaries present. The name of the game is "Who is the Murderer"."

"The rules of the game, I will give each player a script. Players play different roles in the script and find the murderer based on clues. Every time you speak, if what you say is the truth, I will remain silent. If you say is a lie, I will use a number to remind you, 0 represents a pure lie, 1 represents a little truth, 5 represents half truth and half lie, and so on."

"Through my reminder, you can judge the murderer. This game lasts three hours. If the time is up and the murderer is not found, then the murderer wins and I will kill the rest. If the murderer is found, the murderer is killed and the rest survive. .”

"Before I tell the story of the script, you have three minutes to ask me questions."

script? Script killing? This is a strange incident... Luo Die was shocked and confused.

Xu Yao stared and thought to himself: This means that at least one person will die in this game. There are eight of us in total. The possibility of getting the murderer's script is too high. Once we really get it...

Consultant Xin leaned forward and tapped his fingers on the table, his mind filled with thoughts:

Scripts, clues, truth and lies, a game that tests human nature? Unable to use power, one can only judge who is the murderer through expressions, demeanor, and movements, which is quite difficult...

Ye Yan, the royal sister, tugged at the iron chain and sighed: If there were no restraints, we could try to kill the goat together. Solving the trouble from the root is always the right solution.

Time passed bit by bit, and the 15 people fell into silence, and no one asked questions.

When 3 minutes are up, the goat opens the book, and fifteen pieces of paper float into the air, in random order, and randomly fall in front of a player.

"After picking up the script, no one else can see the content of the script except you."

After hearing this, the 15 people immediately picked up their scripts, fearing that others would peek at them.

Seeing this scene, Goat smiled amiably and said, "You are the most cooperative players I have ever encountered. The previous players had many problems and a lot of nonsense, which made me particularly unhappy. They often had to kill chickens to scare monkeys. You are very good, no, very Only those who are smart know that silence is golden.”

No one paid attention to it, everyone was reading the script.

After asking for trouble, the goat kept a weird smile, held the book, and elaborated:

"In this script, Mrs. Chen was killed in an old castle. The time of death was exactly three o'clock in the morning. During this time, there were 15 people in the castle. Mrs. Chen's husband was a big boss."

"Mr. Chen, housekeeper, guard, maid number one, maid number two, maid number three, Mrs. Chen's daughter, cook, gardener, guest jeweler, guest lawyer, guest policeman, thief, Mrs. Chen's lover, Mr. Chen's daughter secretary."

After a pause, the goat glanced meaningfully at the 15 people and deliberately emphasized his tone:

"Then...who is the murderer?"

"Again, the game time is three hours. You can remain silent. When the time is up, the murderer will naturally win."

A clock with ancient patterns appeared out of thin air in the middle of the table. Strangely, it was like the "Mona Lisa's smile". No matter from which angle, 15 people could see the time clearly.

"Countdown...start!"

As the goat finished speaking, there was silence in the dark room. Everyone was lowering their heads to read the script in their hands, digesting the identity of the script and the rules of the game.

Interesting, a scripted game that simulates a crime scene? One of the 15 people is the murderer... We can only judge through the clues provided by the script and what others say. To be blunt, the murderer will definitely tell lies to cover himself... Wait, Not necessarily. If this is the case, the game would be too simple. 15 people are speaking along and whoever tells lies is the murderer. Could it be that there is more than one murderer... Well, the possibility is not low. The goat only said " The word "murderer" never says that the murderer is just one person. We all assume it is one person, but in fact, it may be two or three people...

The middle-aged man near the door thought a lot.

The man had a vicissitudes of life on his face, with a maroon scar from his neck to his chin. He was wearing a brown combat uniform similar to that of a mercenary. There was a crescent dagger tied to the left side of his thigh, and he looked fierce.

This is none other than Yan Fan, who just took away the control of this body and thinking.

The collapse of Feifan [-] is an important experience.

Yan Fan will not interfere, and it is a good choice to observe and participate silently.

After pondering for seven seconds, Yan Fan took the initiative to break the oppressive atmosphere and said:

"I... am the murderer."