purgatory artist

Chapter 32 The Fire Blower
"'Death Waist Card' has been activated, helping you obtain a temporary identity."

"You can reasonably appear in the current scene."

"Never seen anything like this in this sequence."

"—let's see what happens next."

As soon as the small characters were collected, they disappeared into the void.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the barracks was opened, and a strange practitioner walked in holding a torch.

Firelight illuminated the barracks.

"Friend Daoist, you seem to be recovering well." The practitioner smiled at him.

But judging from his expression, it seemed that he didn't know Liu Ping at all.

——Where did the Qi-refining cultivator and his uncle go?

Liu Ping was naturally in good health at this time, smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you fellow daoist for the rescue."

The cultivator repeatedly waved his hands and said, "I didn't save you. You lay in bed for three days and three nights. Fortunately, this bottle of resurrection powder has worked, otherwise you will be in trouble."

He raised the bottle containing Huishengsan and gestured towards Liu Ping.

Liu Ping looked at the other party calmly, and suddenly smiled: "Fellow Daoist, are you the only one here? Where are the others?"

"They all went to the front line. It is said that something happened." The practitioner said.

Liu Ping asked, "What happened?"

"I'm not sure. If you go to a crowded place and ask, maybe you can find out something." The other party said.

"...No, I'm still a little dizzy." Liu Ping moaned.

The cultivator froze for a moment, thought for a while, and put the torch in his hand in the open space in front of Liu Ping's stretcher.

"Then you rest for a while, and when you want to come out, come out with a torch." After the practitioner finished speaking, he turned and left.

In the barracks, it became quiet again.

Liu Ping glanced at the blazing torch, then turned his eyes to the void.

Lines of fine print are stuck there:

"Act One."

"This is the curtain of beginning, and it is also the beginning of your choice of your own path."

"Synopsis:"

"The war ahead is coming to an end. You woke up unexpectedly from the place of burial, and you are facing the choice of fate."

"According to the existing strategies:"

"Those who report to the vanguard camp will gain military merits, thereby gaining fame, skills and wealth;"

"Those who go to the Xiaoqi camp will get to know disciples of various sects;"

"Those who arrive at the armory reserve have a certain chance of obtaining treasures."

"—You need to compete with others."

"The cultivator in charge of this place will decide the direction you go based on your performance."

"After your direction is decided, there will be follow-up plot prompts."

Liu Ping read it quickly, and asked in his heart: "Why didn't you tell us when we came last time?"

Lines of burning small characters appeared in the void:
"This sequence must remind you."

"The font of this sequence is a cool burning font. It is the only one, and it cannot be faked. Seeing the words is like seeing the sequence."

"Those crooked words are not hints for this sequence."

"—they come from the death badge you got."

Liu Ping stared.

It turned out to be the case.

Everything in the practice world is set up.

If outsiders come in, they even have detailed strategies.

They only need to follow the prompts, and then they can go to the corresponding plot, so as to gain something in the world of practice.

——How is this not like a play?

suddenly.

Lines of burning small characters once again appeared in the void:
"Notify a special situation."

"The current hidden time and space has been discovered, and an unknown existence is about to invade the current time and space!"

Liu Ping immediately stood up, flipped his hands over and took out the double-barreled shotgun, and filled it with two sacred bullets.

Holding a spear in his hand, he looked around vigilantly.

next second.

A female voice suddenly sounded:
"Don't be nervous, it's me."

The void spread out like a shattered curtain, and then, a little girl with shawl and long hair walked in.

She had a pair of blood-red jewel-like pupils, stared at Liu Ping for a few times, and waved without looking back.

The void closed behind her.

"So it was you." Liu Ping said.

I have no grievances with the other party, and even made two highly poisonous monster corpses for the other party to eat.

of course.

The other party also told himself some secrets.

I don't know why the other party appeared this time.

"When we first met, I told you that the world of practice is just a play." The little girl said.

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

"The first scene is the selected starting point. A person can only come here once, and you have appeared here for the second time—this is an unexplainable paradox for the entire world of practice." The little girl said again road.

"I'm just a little monk, how can I have so much energy?" Liu Ping laughed.

"Because you are an exception." The little girl said.

"Exception?" Liu Ping wondered.

The little girl nodded and said: "Yes, even those practitioners who have awakened or seized their homes, or even those who resisted, they think they have seen something clearly, but in fact they are just a part of the plot, and you are not."

Liu Ping thought of those monks who helped him before.

Even the former demon king.

And that Senior Sister Li who wrapped the black silk around her hands.

If everything is a woven drama...then...

"They're all under control...and me? What am I?" he asked.

"You are a person who is completely out of the plot. You came alive and have an impact on the plot. This impact can be large or small. The key lies in...your position." The little girl said.

"I would like to hear the details." Liu Ping said.

The little girl said: "If you are on the side of the living world, then follow the plot prompts produced by the living world. In this way, the plot of the practice world will not change in any way, and some mistakes made because of you will gradually change. becomes less important and becomes negligible.”

"What if I stand on the side of the practice world?" Liu Ping asked.

The little girl looked around, stepped forward, and gently raised the torch left by the previous practitioner.

The firelight illuminated her face.

"You already have the official identity of the living world. If you stand on the side of the living world, you can save yourself. From now on, as a living person, in order to let the light illuminate the earth, to save the living people, to get rid of the eternal night Fight in the dark." The little girl said calmly.

"What if I stand on the side of the practice world?" Liu Ping asked again.

"No one knows what will happen, but one thing is certain." The little girl said.

"what?"

"The plot of the practice world will collapse because of you. Although it will take some time, this is irreversible."

The little girl handed him the torch.

"Choose the living world, just go out with this torch, connect with that practitioner, and get various benefits according to the plot."

"If you choose to practice the world, just do something else—anything."

The little girl took a few steps back and looked at Liu Ping seriously.

Time passed slowly.

Liu Ping thought for a while and said:

"I once saw a practitioner who jumped off the cliff many times in a row according to the fate he was given, and was killed by various traps."

"It doesn't matter, I just feel—"

"If this is light, then light is the object of my spurning."

"No one should be a character controlled by someone else."

The little girl listened carefully, her eyes gradually becoming darker.

"So, what's your decision?" she asked.

Liu Ping mobilized his spiritual power, and blew heavily on the torch.

The flames went out immediately.

The light faded.

Darkness enveloped everything.

"Just make everything unpredictable."

Liu Ping said flatly.

(End of this chapter)