Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

"It's easy to count plum blossoms." Jian Mingshu subconsciously said.

"What?" Wu Shuyang asked.

Jian Mingshu immediately took out his pen and waved two Chinese characters across the air.

There were shallow ink blots left on the ground, which were the numbers drawn by Sister Zhu: "Three and four".

"This is Plum Blossom Easy Counting, directly up and down numbers to form hexagrams. Three and four, it's up and down..."

Before he finished drawing the hexagrams, Wu Shuyang answered, "Eat the hexagrams."

Jian Mingshu raised his head and glanced at him. This man is extremely smart, and he can always quickly understand what he means.

There wasn't even a single redundant word in the communication between the two, and before Jian Mingshu even said it, Wu Shuyang already understood his intention.It's like hitting the right hand with the left hand, and it hits it off.

In the world, gold is easy to get, but a confidant is hard to find.The dean has lived for more than 200 years, and there are only a few sporadic people who can say a few words back and forth.High mountains and flowing water, irreversible friends are even more rare to meet.

If the two were lucky enough to escape this time, they could try inviting him to Pingdu Hospital.

Jian Mingshu finished drawing the hexagrams with six strokes: "In the beginning, I didn't think about the gossip at all. If it wasn't for the Qimen Dunjia incident today, I might not be able to figure it out in the end."

Seeing that Wu Shuyang didn't know much about the previous situation, Jian Mingshu explained to him: "There are several people in our party, and the night we came here, we gathered together to draw lots, this person."

He pointed to Sister Zhu lying on the ground,

"This person draws three or four. I thought about it just now. Dividing three and four by the Baqi hexagram and the three and four strong hexagrams doesn't seem right, unless..."

"Unless the left and right numbers are separated directly, and the hexagrams are used directly." Wu Shuyang instantly understood what he meant.

"Correct."

Jian Mingshu nodded, and pointed at the ink hexagram he drew on the ground with a magic pen:

"Up and down shake, thunder and lightning down, thunder and lightning bite for biting, biting for biting, biting for joining, biting hexagram, meaning meshing..."

The two looked at Sister Zhu and Sister Baimian who were gnawed to bits together.

"In this way..."

Based on his memory, Jian Mingshu quickly listed everyone's numbers on the ground, imitating the hexagrams of Sister Zhu's hexagrams, and obtained the hexagrams.

After all the hexagrams were drawn and interpreted, Jian Mingshu frowned deeply:

"This cocoon world, I'm afraid it's a big murderer..."

Wu Shuyang asked, "Did you also draw lots?"

His voice seemed to come from far away, with layers of echoes.

Jian Mingshu didn't answer right away, the feeling of panic and dizziness that he had suppressed with great difficulty surged up again.

Top-heavy, he almost lost his footing.

This uncharacteristically uncomfortable feeling caught Jian Mingshu's attention.Among other things, he is quite confident in his physical fitness.

He originally liked extreme sports such as one-man sailing, rock climbing and even free skydiving, coupled with various extreme reasoning, staying up late, and high-intensity exercise in the cocoon world, it not only sharpened his will, but also gave him a healthy and strong body. Body.

Not to mention dizziness, shortness of breath, and top-heavyness, dealing with several cocoon worlds in succession is as simple as going out for a walk for him.

Ever since entering this stone room, the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath was too sudden, as if the air in the room had been drained little by little.

Jian Mingshu rubbed his temples with his hands, calmed down, and found Wu Shuyang staring at him with gray and cold eyes.

The staring lasted for less than a second, Wu Shuyang lowered his head slightly, turned sideways, pretending to glance casually.

The tip of his lips seemed to be finely carved by a god, delicate and just right.The tip of the lips, which are all sharp-edged, looks indifferent and alienated, especially eye-catching in the dim light.

Jian Mingshu glanced lightly, then held the judgment pen, and casually circled a hexagram on the ground:

"I smoked it."

Shangkun and Xiali, Mingyi hexagram.Li is the sun, Kun is the earth, and when the sun sets into the earth, it is Ming and Yi.The sun is setting and the situation is difficult,

If it is more serious, it can even be said that his life is in danger and he is about to die.It's really not a good hexagram.

Wu Shuyang felt a little depressed, he didn't speak.

"However. What I drew was eighty-three. According to the number of plum blossoms, divide the line by six, and the moving line should be five." Moving line, also known as the hexagram that reveals the secrets of heaven, can detect some future trends from it.

Jian Mingshu quickly changed the second horizontal line of the Mingyi hexagram, and the Mingyi hexagram became a water and fire Jiji hexagram.

"Up and down, the hexagram of boats and rivers is not particularly desperate. It's just that you still need to be cautious after things are done." He stared at the hexagram drawn on the ground and said to himself.

However, the most urgent thing is to get out of this ghost place.If you can't get out, all hope is useless.

Jian Mingshu looked around, his legs felt weak for no reason.He didn't want to lose his composure, so he leaned against the stone wall, sat down casually, and then thought about other escape methods.

Wu Shuyang sat some distance away, his slender arms casually resting on the raised knees.With the dim light behind him, his whole figure was pulled out into a gloomy lonely shadow.

Strangely, the more Jian Mingshu wanted to clear his mind, the more messed up his mind became.The feeling of top-heavy hit him, and he felt the sound of blood rushing to his temples being infinitely amplified, hitting his mind one after another.

Jian Mingshu felt a little suffocated.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Wu Shuyang frowned slightly, he moved his fingertips lightly, but didn't point at anything: "My face is very red."

"Is it."

Jian Mingshu agreed casually, and quietly took out the mirror to look at his own face.Indeed, her cheeks were flushed, as if she had drunk two taels of peach blossom wine.

In the mirror, his primordial spirit circulated, emitting a dazzling and gorgeous light.

Jian Mingshu quietly moved a downward angle, and Wu Shuyang's right shoulder was reflected in the mirror.

His left shoulder soul fire is green.Ordinary people have a ball of Yang fire on their shoulders and on the top of their head, which should be red and yellow to colorful.This is the first time Jian Mingshu has seen the green soul fire.

From this angle, he couldn't see his primordial spirit, only some purple mist climbed up his right shoulder.

Jian Mingshu felt dazed, as if he was very tired and sleepy, and would fall asleep in the next second.

Even the strange spectacle of soul fire and purple mist couldn't make him excited.He braced himself, supported his body with his hands, and closed the mirror calmly. When he looked up again, his vision was a little dark.

The feeling of occlusion when he first entered this airtight stone room hit him hard, he barely glanced around, thinking about why he suddenly felt flustered, short of breath and dizzy.

A faint tinnitus began to ring in his ears, and the sharp and disturbing sound was disturbing.The shortness of breath felt more and more serious. He forced a few breaths, but he became more top-heavy.

It's a feeling I've never had before.

It was as if being stuffed in a pocket, losing oxygen bit by bit, and unable to breathe no matter how much I opened my mouth.

Like countless snowflakes pouring down one after another, the suffocation that can't help but bury the whole person...

"This door..."

This feeling of suffocation gave him a flash of inspiration and an instant enlightenment.

This room is airtight, and it is not for living people at all, and the door for entry and exit will definitely not be a "door of life".

He wanted to understand the reason for this discomfort, and also wanted to understand the way to escape. He raised his finger vigorously, but immediately lost consciousness.

He didn't even have time to see Wu Shuyang's expression clearly, and he didn't know if he understood his explicit instructions.

Jian Mingshu leaned against the stone wall, his whole body relaxed like a curved bow.He stretched out his slender legs, the black windbreaker was pulled open casually, and the shirt was pulled away by the flat shoulders, revealing the white and thin flat shoulders.

Weilan's black hair covered her forehead softly, and the whole person seemed to be sleeping peacefully - if one ignores Jian Mingshu's weird reddish face and frowning brows.

Wu Shuyang frowned slightly, and looked at Jian Mingshu with some doubts.He didn't hear Jian Mingshu's last words clearly, let alone why he suddenly fainted.

He didn't want to touch strangers, and gently called his name from a distance.

No response.

Wu Shuyang's eyes changed slightly, he glanced at Jian Mingshu very quickly, and then looked around.This is a well-fitting sealed stone room that has just been burned by a large-scale fire.

A somewhat terrifying thought crept into my mind.

He reached out his hand hesitantly, and sniffed Jian Mingshu's breath.

Weak to almost stagnant.

He immediately covered Jian Mingshu's heart with his palm.

Slow and long, like a lazy clock in the morning.

After his heart struggled a few times, it stopped moving.

Stop jumping.

A little earlier, Changle and Liu Zhong went back to the cabin on the mountainside.Suqiu was holding a wooden basin, standing in the yard drying clothes, while Liu Zhong was sitting at the wooden table, knocking on the table anxiously.

Chang Le stood in front of the iron pot, picked up a spoon and stirred it, and the "radish soup" still looked like white and tender pig's trotters.He sighed, for some reason, this soup turned him off very much.

"I said," Liu Zhong tapped on the table and sat tensely by the table: "Have you made up your mind to live here?"

"Yes." Chang Le replied casually.

Liu Zhong was very irritable, and he began to pick the wood marks on the table with his short nails.Changle couldn't stand the sound.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Chang Le asked.

Liu Zhong lowered his voice slightly: "I think this place is very evil. Whether we live in a wooden house or in a village, we shouldn't be separated. We can take care of each other if we live together."

"If I were you, I would never think so."

With Liu Zhong on his back, Chang Le messed up the milky white soup in the hanging pot. He imitated the concise tone and said lazily: "Haven't you heard that eggs should not be put in one basket?"

"egg?"

This metaphor made Liu Zhong very uncomfortable. How can a well-lived person become an egg.

"Think about the rules carefully." Chang Le reminded, "The first rule is to avoid the slaughter of the Lord God and survive for seven days, remember?"

He hung the iron spoon on the iron pot, turned to look at Liu Zhong, and said seriously: "You were right that day, this world is inherently unfair, and our chances of winning against the Creator God are very small. The only chance of winning , I’m afraid it’s on the first item.”

Liu Zhong asked hoarsely, "How do you say?"

Chang Le pointed to his left hand, and Liu Zhong opened his palm subconsciously, and there were three black and red bloodstains.

"That's our odds. Heads."