My right eye is a god-level computer.

This is not a dimensionality reduction operation, but pure physical extrusion.

The theatergoers have long been silent!

Brother Liu's heart moved, and the 16 small balls separated.

Bang!

The spectator's body, which had been compressed to the extreme, was finally released, turning into a bloody mess that sprayed out.

Theater spectators, as silicon-based creatures, as eight-dimensional creatures, their bodies are completely crushed and completely annihilated!

Brother Liu came to Fu Qing's side.

Squat down slightly.

At this time, hundreds of millions of space wengs were spinning and flying behind him, and they suddenly gathered together, like a god withdrew its wings, and escaped into his 'mandala' together.

Brother Liu asked, "Why hasn't he recovered yet?"

Fu Qing smiled and spat out a mouthful of blood, "You haven't explained to me what [probability space] is, those small balls can't draw it."

Brother Liu frowned, "When the flower of life covers the universe, I am the center of the first circle, and all derivative worlds are serving me. I think this should be..."

Fu Qing shook her head, smiled wryly and said, "Don't explain, you don't understand, the moment I met you, I understood what probability space is."

"Initially, I was just curious why the theatergoers went to such lengths to imprison a human being like you."

"Later I discovered that you have a very strange understanding of space."

"Afterwards, I felt that you might be No.1 who mastered [Consistent Space]."

"Now, you did."

"And your probability space is always covering everything, including me. I am the same as Heifeng Dujue. We exist to escort you."

Brother Liu suddenly frowned.

"I lied to you."

But Fu Qing's eyes were lost, "Actually, I have been dead for a long time. What you see now is actually the dying Wang Chong, and a trace of my remaining consciousness in his mind."

"Mother Hippie."

"gone."

The last trace of Fu Qing's consciousness dissipated.

But Wang Chong's body twitched violently for a moment, then his heart stopped beating, and he looked at the sky, dying in peace.

Chapter 1505 He's Awake

"wanna die."

"It's not that easy."

Brother Liu stood up, the words that Fu Qing said before entering the black hole echoed in his mind.

——I didn't intend to come out either.

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

The limbs come together, and the nanoworms immediately perform stitches far beyond the precision of modern medicine.

In just 3 minute.

Fu Qing's body recovered, blood was scattered all over his body, and the sutured wound looked just like a bloodstain from a wicker whip.

but.

It's still a corpse.

Liu Di opened Fu Qing's palm, and found a deep wound on the right palm, where a tiny Zerg was silent, like a miniature black dragon.

"Is this Fu Qing's parasitic spore?"

Brother Liu touched it lightly with his fingers, and saw that the miniature dragon had long since died, its body was so hard that it turned into flying ash under a touch.

Brother Liu knew that when the theatergoers were fighting Fu Qing, the priority to kill was his parasitic spores.

Brother Liu's body flickered.

In an instant, it has already gone to a distant place, and then returned.

Death's words echoed in his mind.

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

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

Brother Liu frowned.

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

But nothing improved.

Fu Qing is eight-dimensional, and Liu Di cannot interfere with cause and effect.

Liu Di was silent and insisted on shocking Fu Qing's heart with electric shock.

"It's useless."

Ethereal like smoke, but with a trace of feminine voice, sounded from behind.

Brother Liu turned his head slowly.

Instead, he saw a pale man with long hair in a black robe, holding a book in his hand.

"You can't save him with that method."

The long-haired man flipped through the books, his eyes were also on the books, and he didn't look at Liu Di.

Brother Liu stopped his movements.

This man is 100% human.

But here is the inside of a black hole.

Moreover, Brother Liu couldn't find any information about this man in the universe grid.

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

Brother Liu's thoughts turned. The life of the other party is by no means an ordinary dimension. It is meaningless to speculate on one's own.

next second.

Brother Liu only said one word, "Remember."

Immediately.

Brother Liu turned around and left his back to the man, without any precautions, he just looked at Fu Qing in a low voice, "Save me."

The long-haired man flipped through the book again, "You really take it for granted."

Brother Liu tilted his head, "You must have your purpose, I have written down the favor, to save people."

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

thump.

thump.

thump.

Brother Liu heard Fu Qing's heartbeat in disbelief.

"Don't be too surprised."

The long-haired man opened the book again, still keeping his eyes on the paper, "He is still alive, I just did a ten-thousandth resurrection like your doctors on Earth, that's all, wait for you to figure out the essence of life. 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 into the distance, his figure faded away, "Goodbye."

Brother Liu just found it incredible.

But he didn't pay attention to the long-haired man, that's what happened in the future.

"Fu Qing."

Brother Liu helped up the ancient scholar on the ground.

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

But the ancient scholar's eyes were confused, he looked like he was just waking up from a big dream, he looked at Brother Liu, and looked at the space around him.

"Fu Qing?"

Brother Liu's eyes twitched.

"Brother, I'm afraid you have misunderstood the person. My name is Wang Chong, and my name is Zhongren. I am from Shangyu, Shaoxing. Who are you?"

The ancient scholar clasped his fists, his face full of sternness.

The next moment, Wang Chong found the wound on the palm of his right hand, sighed in pain, and then shook the black ash on his hand, which was Fu Qing's ashes.

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

"Brother."

"I went out to Shemi that day, but was suddenly stunned by a burst of light."

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

The ancient scholar got up, patted the dust on his body, he didn't care about the broken clothes, and immediately picked up the 'Wen' paper fan on the ground, and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask, brother, can you take me home?"

Brother Liu looked at the scholar in front of him. He had a familiar face, but his demeanor was completely different.

There was a sore throat.

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

then.

Wang Chong experienced an incomprehensible scene. The strangely dressed white man in front of him lifted himself up with one hand and led him into a Xuanni tunnel. He felt countless streams of light flying away from both sides. A hundred years have passed.

Brother, you are so magical, are you a quack warlock?

Earth.

Eastern Han Dynasty, Jianwu 32 years.

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

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

"Ha ha."

"Brother, I laughed at you."

Wang Chong scratched his head, "I was born in a wealthy peasant family, and I was sent to the Imperial College, but I am inspired to write an eternal book, so I have been thinking about it for 10 years, and now my family is in decline and I can't eat enough."

Brother Liu looked at the scholar beside him, "Scholar, why is this so?"

"Ha ha."

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

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

Self-reliant, high-minded and arrogant, without writing a word, nothing can be achieved.

It was Wang Chong who bowed again, "Brother, I'm poor, and I have nothing to thank you for. Today's kindness will be repaid after I become a blockbuster. Now I will continue to think hard."

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

Open the 'text' paper fan with one hand.

With one hand, he took out the inkstone and ink stick from his chest, put the inkstone aside, and ground it with the ink stick.

If you don't add water, there will be no ink, because Wang Chong has no words to write.

Brother Liu looked at this scene in a daze.