My future diary cannot be the last one

The scene moved and when he came back to his senses, Xun Xi found that he was standing in a large hall.

There is an incense burner in the hall.

There are three incense sticks placed in the furnace, and the smoke is faint. In the main seat of the main hall, Xun Xi saw a middle-aged man wearing black official uniform. On the table in front of the man, there is a strange long sword that is covered with eyes. It does not look like it is made of gold or iron, but looks like flesh and blood.

And in front of the man.

Sitting there was a young man wearing a loose Taoist robe, with long dark jade-like hair tied up by a golden ring and hanging down behind his head, with an elegant and calm demeanor.

"Junfang, have you already met His Majesty?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man was the first to speak, followed closely by the young man in Taoist robes: "Your Majesty has approved my design and has decided to start construction."

"good."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly showed an excited smile: "Your Majesty is a dragon and a phoenix among men. In your eyes, all the countries in Yanzhou are just worthless people, not to mention the mere monsters and chaotic gods. The immortals on Hanging Coffin Mountain are unwilling to help your Majesty. , Your Majesty will do it yourself, this is also His Majesty’s courage.”

"By the way, how is ■■■■?"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became garbled, and even the image of his lips became blurry. Xun Xi next to him frowned when he saw this.

Is this indescribable?

The last generation and subspecies of supernatural beings above the fire have indescribable characteristics. Could it be that the middle-aged man mentioned a supernatural being of this level?

Immediately afterwards, the young man in Taoist robe continued:

"everything's ready."

"It won't be long before I can open the inn. I have also chosen the location, right on the bank of the East China Sea. According to my calculations, this arrangement is enough to suppress ■■■■. And as time goes by, the intensity will increase. It will become stronger and stronger, and it will never be possible for it to escape."

"The Greater Good."

The middle-aged man nodded immediately after hearing this: "Then I'll leave this matter to you. It's just the king's room. I have something to say, but please don't take offense."

The young man in Taoist robes smiled slightly when he heard this: "But it doesn't matter."

"Being deceived is a serious crime." The middle-aged man said one word at a time: "I don't want to receive an imperial decree one day and ask me to kill you with my own hands."

"Well"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he glanced at the young man in Taoist robes with a slightly stiff smile, and then raised his tea cup wordlessly, the implication of which was obvious.

——

see a visitor out.

The young man in Taoist robes quickly left wisely, leaving only the middle-aged man sitting at the tea table, his eyes slightly closed, and he fell into a brief contemplation. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and whispered: "Junfang is a man of extraordinary ability and high ambition."

"He is also good at using strange powers to confuse gods."

“The purpose is therefore very great.”

"Although there is nothing wrong with the design of the inn he opened, there are further opportunities right in front of him. How can he just sit back and ignore it?"

"I can conclude that there must be something wrong with the inn."

"It's just that he disguised himself very well. The inn has no flaws in its design and can indeed suppress him, so no one stopped him."

"Not to mention that he is now deeply trusted by His Majesty."

"When His Majesty is here, he can't make any waves. But if something happens to His Majesty, he will definitely take action, so we must be on guard."

The middle-aged man just talked mindlessly for a while, then closed his eyes again: "I heard that there is an expert in the palace who can know the past of a person's life and judge the case without any disadvantage. I am the captain of the school, and it is Jing. He belongs to the Spies. If he dies, someone will be ordered to investigate."

"It's just prudent to keep this memory."

"Junfang and I have known each other for a long time and have a deep friendship. I know his strengths and weaknesses, and he also knows my depth. Therefore, if I die, it must be something he did secretly."

"Be punished!"

Xun Xi: "."

The scene ended abruptly here, and Xun Xi also vaguely understood that this memory was deliberately retained by the middle-aged man during his lifetime. Apparently there were people among the ancient Jingguis who could read memories like himself, and he left this memory to remind those people.

Unfortunately---

".Thousands of years too late."

The young man in Taoist robes who the middle-aged man referred to as Junfang was obviously a higher level. He had anticipated this backhand in advance and blocked it.

If nothing else, the young man in Taoist robes

".Eighth attainment is to become a wandering Taoist priest."

"Is his name Junfang?"

Once you get a name, many things will be easier to handle. After all, this is the information age, and even ancient people can still look it up as long as they have their names.

What's more, this Taoist priest is obviously not an unknown person.

In history books, 80% of them have his name.

"Kacha!"

Just as Xun Xi was thinking, the surrounding pictures suddenly cracked, as if glass was shattered. This is a sign that memory intrusions have been blocked. Xun Xi now has two choices, one of which is to turn around and leave, and the other is to try to kill the opponent directly in his memory.

If you can kill it.

In the real world, the supernatural being incarnated by a middle-aged man will also be controlled by Xun Xi and become his puppet, which is obviously a profitable business.

But the next second-——

"forget it."

——

Xun Xi decisively chose to give up.

The mistakes Zhou Zhiyuan made would not be made again. Zhou Zhiyuan wanted to kill him in his memory, but he was killed by him who had learned fighting. Compared with him, this middle-aged man was a battlefield killer in ancient times. In a real fight, he would probably not be his opponent.

It would be a big loss if they were killed in counter-attack.

"No need, let's use Nightmare City to deal with him." Xun Xi took a step back, the flames exploded, and then disappeared into the world of memory.

In an instant, he was standing on the streets of Nightmare City.

The sky was filled with a bright red light, as if a wound had been opened by a sharp blade, and blood was constantly flowing out of it.

Xun Xi stood on one side of the street.

On the other side, stood a middle-aged man in official uniform holding a sword with one hand.

This is no longer the memory world of a middle-aged man, but Xun Xi's nightmare city. The fire of memory is the medium that draws them here.

"Welcome to your nightmare."

Xun Xi spread her arms and smiled at the middle-aged man.

Nightmare City is in its strongest state only when paired with the Fire of Memory. Although a group of extraordinary beings showed their power in Nightmare City back then, that was because they entered Nightmare City in real form. But if paired with the Fire of Memory, they can only let their consciousness enter Nightmare City.

By then they.

Unless they have some kind of supernatural ability related to consciousness of the same type as the fire of memory, all of them will change from extraordinary beings to ordinary people.

This is Zhou Zhiyuan's most powerful killing move, which he once relied on to dominate Yanzhou.

It's a pity that the authority of Nightmare City was taken away by Xun Xi at the last moment, so Zhou Zhiyuan lost this trump card and had to settle for the next best thing.

You must know that death in the Memory World and death in the Nightmare City are different.

If consciousness dies in its own memory world, it will be replaced.

But if the consciousness dies in Nightmare City, it will not die directly in reality, but will fall into a state of shutdown. Just like being in a vegetative state, it takes a long time to recover. That's not the most disgusting thing. The most disgusting thing is that there are a group of aborigines in Nightmare City.

The next second, figures appeared on the streets of Nightmare City.

Those were the patients of Yugui Middle School. Although Xun Xi killed a large number of patients, Yugui Middle School headed by Jing He still stayed.

Using the fire of memory as a medium to influence others is not without cost.

The price is that both Xun Xi and the middle-aged man are just ordinary people at this moment.

However, as the lord of Nightmare City, Xun Xi can control the patients whose real bodies exist in Nightmare City and let them attack the enemy on his behalf.

The future diary once wrote that even a middle-aged man who finally had a fight with Xun Xi would only live in room No. 2 with the word "di".

But Xun Xi's room is number one.

In other words, in the determination of the rules of the inn, the current Xun Xi's strength at the Xinhuo level can basically be concluded.

【Strongest】

"No need to talk about moral principles."

"Come with me!"

In the world of nightmares, the middle-aged man cannot display any supernatural powers, and he cannot even bring the strange long sword with eyes in it. But he has hundreds or even thousands of supernatural beings as helpers, whose size has even reached the level of a legion. How to lose?

Xun Xi just finished speaking.

I saw patients from Yugui Middle School pouring out of the streets and alleys. The middle-aged man had no time to react and was immediately drowned in the sea of ​​people.