Doomsday Wonderland

Even a fool would not believe it if there was no trap in Gong Daoyi's message.

Lin Sanjiu was really unwilling to listen to his message - what good things could he say? ——I always felt that once she listened, she might be involved in some sick plan of Gong Daoyi again and become his pawn or target involuntarily. If she could, she wanted to stuff Gong Daoyi's throat with that kind of forgettable candy, making him forget who he was.

However, now that she knew that his message was only a little bit away from her, it was too difficult for Lin Sanjiu to continue not to listen. With this dark cloud hanging over her head, even if she were interested in the "One Hundred Thousand Worlds Transfer Dream", I'm afraid all she would be thinking about was Gong Daoyi's message.

Come early, come late, come.

She stood on the flight platform, stepping on the sea under her feet, gritted her teeth, and after several minutes, she slowly said: "...Message, thank you."

The guide smiled and said "yes", but then there was no movement.

Lin Sanjiu was still waiting for her to read out the content, but saw that it still didn't move. Just when he was wondering if the thing was broken, he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder lightly.

Now, with her ability, she was not aware of anything strange behind her. She didn't even know someone was approaching until someone touched her shoulder. It was almost unbelievable. Lin Sanjiu turned around quickly and took a sharp breath of cold air. gas.

Gong Dao tilted his head, and his long bangs slid down his ears. He looks the same as he did many years ago. Under his disheveled hair, his eyes are so dark that it's hard to see clearly. It's easy for people to misunderstand the sparkle in his eyes as tenderness or smile.

The light, color and water shadow floating between the sea and the sky in "A Hundred Thousand Worlds of Dreams" flowed over his face lightly, one moment like the cool moonlight, and the other like the silent creeping vines in the dark night.

"I'm here," he said softly, his voice wrapped in soot-gray mist.

Did he send the message himself?

When this thought bounced around Lin Sanjiu's mind like a rubber ball, Teacher Yi shouted in time: "No, this is not me!"

"What?"

"This one is just like the guide," Teacher Yi said anxiously, "it's not a real person."

"Not a real person?" Lin Sanjiu muttered these words.

Teacher Yi's words were of course the truth, but when Gong Dao in front of him nodded and replied, "This is indeed not a real person," it was really hard to believe that he was not Gong Dao himself in flesh and blood.

"That's right. The guide can also communicate with me and touch objects... It turns out that 'leaving a message' is a method of leaving." Only then did Lin Sanjiu feel that the hairs on his back were slowly flattening out - - She is now considered a top-notch evolver, but she was shocked to the point of breaking into a cold sweat by the shadow left by Gong Daoyi.

However, this shadow is indeed too realistic.

Lin Sanjiu wouldn't be too surprised if she later found out that she was in a trap and that the teacher she heard was an illusion and the teacher in front of her was actually a real person.

"Do you think this projection is me?"

The "Gong Daichi" in front of her seemed to be very interested in her misunderstanding, and asked as if to confirm: "How could you have this misunderstanding?"

Lin Sanjiu was a little confused. What's so important about this question? Why doesn’t the projection he left go directly to the subject?

"Your question is very strange..." she said slowly, not adapting to the strange feeling that she was talking to "Gong Daoyi" but not to Gong Daoyi. "When I suddenly see you, there will naturally be misunderstandings."

"Is this the first time you've seen me since coming to the Karma Museum?"

"...Yes." I don't know why, but it is a simple fact, but it seems a bit difficult to say it.

The next moment, Lin Sanjiu found a clear reason for the vague feeling just now.

"Then," Gong Dao put his hands into his trouser pockets and said with a bit of idleness and carelessness, "it's not time for you to hear my message."

"What?" Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"You can only receive the messages I leave after a certain event occurs." Gong Daoyi said with a smile: "If you haven't seen me yet, that event must not have happened yet. When it happens, Come again."

"Wait a minute, how do I know which of the things that happened was your fault?" Lin Sanjiu suddenly raised her voice,

"If you still have doubts, it hasn't happened yet." Gongdao turned his head and looked away from her, as if the projection had just decided it was time to leave. "As long as it happens, you won't have any doubts."

"Can't you tell me directly?" Lin Sanjiu took a step forward in a hurry, and then suddenly remembered that there was the sea outside the flight platform under her feet - the palace road in front of her was projected on the sea.

"Telling you directly may conflict with the results I want." Gong Dao smiled, "Experience the dream of transferring one hundred thousand worlds. Every day in the past, every person, the message left here is It will never disappear, so my projection will be patiently waiting for you here. When you call the projection out again..."

As he spoke, a dark and distant emotion seemed to surge up, choking his words.

"At that time, should I be happy or unhappy?"

This was the last sentence left by Gong Daoyi's projection. It was so soft that it didn't seem like he was talking to her, just like he was talking to himself.

Lin Sanjiu watched that "Gong Daoyi" slowly dissolve in form, color and reality, until he completely disappeared into nothingness, as if he had never appeared at all. She really didn't expect that the message from Miyomichi Ichiru was actually timely; this clearly confirmed that he was indeed planning something - what was it?

Whether it was an experiment like Nuwa's or a plan like Lou Qin's, it didn't seem to be Gong Daoyi's style. He liked to watch the ups and downs of individual people's fortunes, but he seemed to have no concern for the whereabouts of mankind as a whole... Lin Sanjiu couldn't explain it, but she always felt that underneath the gentleness and grace in him, there was something inhuman. A kind of indifference, as if he would not shed tears even if he saw the death of his lover - no, no, he would not have a lover at all.

Perhaps it should be said that even if he was pricked by a needle, he would not feel any pain.

She bit her lip and thought for a while, unable to come up with a result. She was obviously mentally prepared to jump off even if there was a cliff ahead, but when she got to the end, she realized that her death date had been postponed. She didn't know when.

When the guide was "resurrected" again, Lin Sanjiu's enthusiasm to visit and experience the "One Hundred Thousand Worlds Transfer Dream" was no longer so enthusiastic. He just nodded and said: "We can start."

"Before entering, please allow me to give a brief introduction." The guide said softly, "Sending and receiving messages is only one of the most basic uses of the Hundred Thousand World Transfer Dream. In addition, there is also library service, Muyu Forum semicolon, complete encyclopedia of museum collections, doomsday survival information library, advertising, recruitment, reward and declaration area, karma score ranking, 100,000 world experience tour, consciousness studio... Most of the services are free. Do you have any Is there a project you want to know about first?”