My right eye is a god-level computer

"wanna die."

"It's not that easy."

Liu Di stood up, Fu Qing's words before entering the black hole echoed in his mind.

——I don’t plan to come out either.

The man in the white shirt narrowed his eyes, and the nanobugs spread out, searching the whole place for Fu Qing's scattered limbs.

These limbs came together, and the nanoworms immediately performed sutures that far exceeded the precision of modern medicine.

In just three minutes.

Fu Qing's body recovered, with blood scattered all over his body. The sutured wound looked like a blood mark from being beaten with a wicker stick.

but.

This is still a corpse.

Liu Di opened Fu Qing's palm and found a bone-deep wound in the center of his right hand. There was a tiny Zerg in it, like a miniature black dragon.

"Are these Fu Qing's parasitic spores?"

Brother Liu touched it lightly with his fingers and saw that the miniature dragon had long since died. Its body was hard and turned into ashes at the touch.

Liu Di knew that when the theatergoers fought against Fu Qing, his parasitic spores would be the first to be killed.

Brother Liu's body flashed.

In an instant, he had gone to a distant place and then returned.

Death's words echoed in his mind.

"I have never seen the soul of the Zerg in a long time."

"Perhaps this kind of creature is insignificant in the eyes of the Supreme Being and there is no need to recycle it."

Brother Liu frowned.

Electricity condensed from his fingertips and tapped Fu Qing's heart.

But nothing improved.

Fu Qing is the eighth dimension, and the cause and effect is not something that Brother Liu can interfere with.

Brother Liu remained silent, determined to shock Fu Qing's heart.

"it's useless."

A voice as misty as smoke, but with a hint of femininity, sounded from behind.

Brother Liu slowly turned back.

What he saw was a pale man wearing a black robe, with long hair, and holding a book in his hand.

"Your method can't save him."

The long-haired man was flipping through the book with his eyes on the book, not looking at Brother Liu.

Brother Liu stopped what he was doing.

This man is 100% human.

But this is inside a black hole.

Moreover, Liu Di could not find any information about this man in the cosmic grid.

The man turned a page of the book and said slowly: "I can save him, just remember my favor."

Liu Di's mind was spinning. This life of the other party was by no means an ordinary dimension. It was meaningless to speculate on it.

The next second.

Brother Liu only said one word, "Remember."

Immediately.

Liu Di turned around and left his back to the man. He had no defense and just looked at Fu Qing in a low voice, "Help."

The long-haired man turned over the book again, "You really think it's natural."

Brother Liu tilted his head and said, "You must have your purpose. I will remember the favor and save people."

The long-haired man closed the book and casually came to Fu Qing's side, pointing his finger towards Fu Qing's heart.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Brother Liu was surprised to hear Fu Qing's heartbeat.

"Don't be too surprised."

The long-haired man opened the book again, his eyes still not leaving the paper, "He himself is still alive. I am just like your doctors on earth, doing a one-ten-thousandth chance to bring him back to life. When you understand the essence of life, this will It's within reach."

The essence of life?

Dr. Tao said that the nine dimensions are the transformation of the essence of life.

Brother Liu looked at the long-haired man, "Who are you?"

"Call me Feng."

The long-haired man read a book and walked away, his figure gradually disappearing, "Goodbye."

Brother Liu just felt incredible.

But his attention was not focused on the long-haired man. That was an encounter in the future.

"Fu Qing."

Brother Liu helped up the ancient scholar on the ground.

"Brother, are you...where are you?"

But he saw that the ancient scholar's eyes were confused, as if he had just woken up from a big dream. He looked at Brother Liu and the space around him.

"Fu Qing?"

Liu Di's eyes twitched.

"Brother, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person. My name is Wang Chong, and my courtesy name is Zhongren. I'm from Shangyu, Shaoxing. Who are you?"

The ancient scholar clasped his fists with a look of anger on his face.

The next moment, Wang Chong discovered the wound on the palm of his right hand. He sighed in pain, and then shook the black ashes on his hand. They were Fu Qing's ashes.

Brother Liu was stunned, "Fu Qing...it's dead."

"Brother."

"I went out to Shemi that day, and I was suddenly knocked unconscious by a burst of light."

"I must be suffering from some kind of barren disease."

The ancient scholar stood up and dusted himself off. He didn't care about the broken clothes. He immediately picked up the paper fan with the word '文' on the ground and asked with a smile: "Brother, can you take me home?"

Liu Di looked at the scholar in front of him, whose face was familiar but whose temperament was completely different.

There was a soreness in my throat.

After a long while, Brother Liu nodded, "Okay."

then.

Wang Chong experienced an incomprehensible scene. The strangely dressed man in white in front of him lifted himself up with one hand and led him into a Xuanni tunnel. He felt countless streams of light fly away from both sides, and there seemed to be nothing. A hundred years have passed.

Brother, you have such magical powers. Are you a charlatan?

Earth.

Eastern Han Dynasty, the thirty-second year of Jianwu.

Liu Di and Wang Chong stood in front of a dilapidated thatched house.

This is a pure wilderness, overgrown with weeds, and there are wild wolves and foxes peeping in the grass in the distance.

"hehe."

"Brother, you are laughing."

Wang Chong scratched his head, "I was born in a wealthy peasant family, and was recommended to the Imperial Academy, but I was determined to write a book that will last forever, so I buried my head in thinking for 10 years. Now my family is in decline and I can't even get enough food."

Liu Di looked at the scholar beside him, "Scholar, why is it like this?"

"Hehe."

Wang Chong continued to scratch his head, "It's because I haven't written a single word in these ten years."

Liu Di thought of Fu Qing's description of Wang Chong.

He was proud of his noble character, and he didn't write a single word and accomplished nothing.

But Wang Chong bowed again, "Brother, I am poor and have nothing to thank you for. I will repay you for your kindness today after I become famous. Now I will continue to think hard."

Wang Chong flicked his tattered clothes and came to the steps of the thatched house alone, and then sat cross-legged.

He opened the paper fan with the word "wen" in one hand.

He took out the inkstone and ink column from his chest with one hand, put the inkstone aside, and used the ink column to grind it.

Without water, it won’t become ink, just because Wang Chong had no words to write.

Liu Di stared at this scene in amazement.

His body trembled slightly.

Paper fan, ink column, ancient scholar sitting cross-legged.

It was as if Fu Qing had come alive.