My future diary cannot be the last one

The murder game arranged by the desperate writer this time can be said to be the result of careful design. He even put a lot of thought into the name of the game.

Jedi Tiantong.

This was originally a method used by extraordinary beings to release their kingdom, but it was adapted by a desperate writer, hinting at the truth of his own game.

The difference between the original and the original is like the difference between heaven and earth. And the extraordinary person becoming the original is equivalent to ascending from the earth to the sky. The desperate writer's murder game aims to make Xun Xi lose his human essence and thus no longer be able to become the original. This undoubtedly cuts off Xun Xi's path to heaven.

That’s why it’s called Jedi Heaven.

The desperate writer had already thought about it. After his plan was successful, he would use this name to mock Xun Xi, thereby showing his superior IQ.

However, I never expected that it would turn out like this in the end.

【.It was my fault? 】

【impossible! 】

After a brief period of self-doubt, the desperate writer immediately refuted: [When you were at the Ghost Gate Inn, you committed suicide and left your body in the inn? 】

【This is wrong! 】

[According to the design of the Ghost Gate Inn, even if you commit suicide, your body will eventually break away. Unless the design of the inn is changed]

【.ah. 】

"It seems that you have also reacted." Xun Xi smiled slightly: "The design of the time loop of the Ghost Gate Inn was originally the result of a greedy design. How could you naively think that that guy would be so selfless and help strengthen the Ghost Gate Inn? But you didn’t make any small moves at all?”

(See Chapter 253 for details)

【But it doesn’t make sense. ] The desperate writer still couldn't understand: [No matter what, it is a thing of the past. Did he think of this day in advance? 】

【impossible. 】

[He is not me, and it is impossible to predict the future. 】

"You're right."

Xun Xi nodded when he heard the words, and then chuckled: "But such a trivial matter does not require predicting the future at all, it is just a simple matter of preparing for a rainy day."

After the words fell, Xun Xi recalled the memory picture he saw in Gou Huo's mind through the fire of memory when he was in the game before: that was when he followed Zhou Zhiyuan around Yanzhou, during which he came to the Ghost Gate Inn, and then stayed in Zhou Zhiyuan's mind. With Yuan's help, the memory of the Ghost Gate Inn was strengthened.

"That guy has always been very suspicious."

"He was very worried about his body being arbitrarily modified by Zhou Zhiyuan, so he had the intention of giving up his body altogether."

"That's why the seal was reinforced."

"From that moment on, he was sure that you would use the trap he had designed. It would be better to say that it was designed for you to trick me."

Speaking of this, Xun Xi smiled even more happily.

Because judging from this memory, Gou Huo probably knew from the beginning that the Desperate Writer's trap had no effect on him, so what he wanted to do in the game was actually other small actions. It was only interrupted by a shot from himself, no wonder he was so angry that he was half-dead.

Because that shot was in vain.

But it doesn't matter, Xun Xi is happy anyway. As for the bad guys, cough cough.

Let’s not mention it for now.

But on the other side, the desperate writer's mood was obviously not so beautiful. The golden squiggles on the black book appeared and then were deleted.

This is followed by a series of ellipses.

In the end, everything disappeared and stopped at two words.

【Oh shit. 】

He cursed.

At this time, the desperate writer was very conflicted. On the one hand, he was very angry that he had shot himself in the foot. But on the other hand, this is in line with his "aesthetics", which makes him feel a little happy. The two emotions are intertwined. In short, it is-——

Pain and happiness.

【.never mind. 】

[At least I achieved the goal of the first step. I have killed the lingering ghost, so it’s not like I have gained nothing at all. 】

The desperate writer consoled himself.

Xun Xi smiled tenderly when he heard this and did not interrupt him understandingly.

Soon afterwards, as if to regain the situation, the desperate writer's handwriting reappeared: [And there is still a long time in the future between you and me. 】

[At this point in time, Yanzhou is probably going to be in chaos. 】

[You say so, Xu Junfang. 】

"Um?"

Xun Xi raised his eyebrows when he heard this and immediately looked at Xu Junfang. Under his gaze, Xu Junfang, who was completely despairing at this moment, just curled his lips and had no intention of explaining. However, Xun Xi would not be polite to him. He ignited the fire of memory and directly began to search for his memory.

Xu Junfang did not resist.

He was completely open.

After retrieving Xu Junfang's memory, Xun Xi couldn't help but twitch the corners of her eyes. The original joy of winning was reduced a lot at this moment.

the reason is simple.

"How dare you do such a thing."

Before today, Xu Junfang never thought that his plan would fail, so he opened the champagne at halftime and prepared his follow-up plans. According to his vision, after the end of human spiritualization, all primitives will be severely damaged, and it will be a new era.

People in the new era will compete for the origin of the new era.

New blood is needed for this.

In addition, he would definitely be chased by Tu Su crazily and he didn't want to die, so he also hoped that someone would come to protect him.

For example - in the era of great unification, the nine subspecies of supernatural beings were suppressed by the ancient Jingshi with the fingers of the corpse immortal.

Jingfu City, Jinggui headquarters.

As everyone who came to attack was eliminated by Commissioner Renwang in one fell swoop, the "Theocratic Nation" from outside Yanzhou was silently eliminated by Commissioner passers-by.

Jing Guisi regained his composure again.

However, just when the members of the institute returned and the extraordinary commissioners patrolled around to maintain stability, someone came uninvited.

That's an old man.

He wore a researcher's white coat, had a white beard, and had dense scars on his exposed palms. Every step he took was rigid and serious. Although he was walking among the crowd, he looked strange and out of place, but no one noticed his presence.

"Da da."

The messy footsteps were mixed with the surrounding footsteps, but if you listen carefully, you will find that the footsteps and the number of people are not actually consistent.

He walked through the crowd.

He walked into the building.

Finally, he came to a courtyard with red tiles and gold bricks. When he opened the door, he saw a nine-dragon screen wall standing in front of him, blocking his way forward.

But he didn't stop.

As he continued to move forward, four figures suddenly appeared on his left and right sides. Each of the four figures was wearing the legendary impermanent clothes, holding a mourning stick in his hand, and wearing an impermanent hat on his head. Each one draws a big character, and together they form an idiom:

【Unhindered travel】

"Crack."

Four impermanent people stood on a road. The old man passed through them, as if passing through some invisible obstacle, and arrived in front of a new building in a blink of an eye.

"Here it is, the library."

Raising his head, the old man's eyes moved slightly, and the four figures beside him disappeared. At this moment, the shadow under his feet continued to lengthen and expand along with the sunlight, as if a black lake was surging. Finally, figures slowly came out from the shadows.

Without exception, they all wear impermanent attire.

It's just that the impermanence hats on their heads have different handwriting written on them, and these handwritings are combined to form completely different supernatural beings.

Among them, the most powerful ones are the four impermanences standing around the old man.

【born】

【old】

【sick】

【die】

Four impermanences surrounded the old man in the middle, while there were dozens or hundreds of life-threatening ghosts around him. The old man stood among them, like the king of ghosts.