Mystery Makes Me Strong

On the other side, Ouyang Tian said to Liu Tian: "Liu'er is really powerful, I knew you were a genius, a genius among geniuses, you can achieve such a high degree of compatibility, although it is just a seed of love, but It's also amazing."

"I don't feel anything, it's just an ordinary thing." Liu Tian was still so indifferent.

On the side, Zhao Han and Wang Wenwen were whispering.

"What's going on, the captain said just now that this is a seed of love, and to activate it requires great love, or unswerving love, why do we only have a low degree of compatibility?" Zhao Han said distressed .

"What else can you explain? It means that we are all ordinary people, animals with good looks, and are only attracted by appearance." Wang Wenwen said angrily.

"Oh, I feel that I am still very pure." Zhao Han was quite depressed.

"You are content, haven't you seen Ouyang Tian, ​​Uncle Wenren and Brother Li? The three of them didn't react at all. When Ouyang Tian and Brother Li passed by, I saw that the alien was trembling a little, as if to stay away from them The trend..." Wang Wenwen glanced at the side and said.

"Uh, once you say that, I feel much happier." Zhao Han said while touching his chest.

"Unfortunately, it would be great if Lao Wen was here. I really want to know what kind of fit he is?" Wang Wenwen said suddenly.

"I want to know too." Wu Shanshan came over and said.

Zhao Han nodded fiercely, wondering whether a man would be loyal to his relationship, that was a constant topic.

What a pity.

If Wen Rensheng knew, he would also like to thank the Inspectorate for transferring him away from the center of this vortex.

At this moment, after hearing the conversation between the three women, Ouyang Ling turned on the phone and typed quickly.

"Will the operation of removing and transplanting the different species have an impact on the compatibility test of the Seed of Love?"

"Well, I have something else to do. Anyway, the application has nothing to do with me. I'll go first." Wen Rende decided to run away.

Only he himself knows what is going on with him.

"You wait for me, you can run away for a while, but you won't be able to run forever." Ouyang Ling left a sentence, the search has already got the result, she hastened to look.

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At this time, Wen Rensheng was in the auditorium, conducting the second round of tests on ancient books.

This time, after opening the ancient book, no scholar appeared.

On the contrary, a pen appears. If someone tells a story to the book, and the story is good enough, the pen will transcribe on the book, otherwise, there will be no action.

Generally speaking, when the fifth minute is told, if the story is good enough, the pen will respond.

This is like a grotesque thing, without any thinking, just like a fixed program, given an input, it will feed back the output.

Wen Rensheng naturally had many, many questions he wanted to ask.

Soon he was applying to take the stage himself.

So in the stepped auditorium, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Rensheng was on the center stage and began to tell stories.

There are countless stories in his mind, and at this moment, he decided to tell a short story.

"Tonight, nice moonlight."

"I haven't seen him for more than 30 years; seeing him today, I feel very refreshed."

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"Everything has to be studied before you can understand. I still remember cannibalism in ancient times, but I don't know it very well. I opened the history and checked it. 'A few words. I couldn't sleep anyway. After reading carefully half the night, I finally saw the words between the words. There are two words written all over the book that read 'eating people'!"

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The story took more than two hours to finish. Of course, Wen Rensheng has simplified it, and it has been greatly simplified. The content of the story is exactly the short story "Diary of a Madman" written by Mr. Lu in his previous life.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, because Dongzhou had not gone through that dark age in this world, and of course there would not be such a book published.

On the contrary, there is an endless stream of various eulogies.

There were whispers.

"I don't understand what story Master Wen is telling."

"It seems to be a story of a madman. It doesn't matter whether we understand it or not. Didn't you see that pen is recording crazily? Obviously this is a very clever story."

"Really, it feels like there are no ups and downs, it's too plain, and I'm afraid it won't be popular if you send it to any magazine?"

"But there is a special feeling in it. I feel like I am shouting to a group of numb people."

"Numb? Who is numb? Could it be written for those Nanzhu people?"

At this time, the pen of the ancient book has finished recording.

At this time, Wen Rensheng asked the ancient book: "Is it possible for the story I told to become our future?"

On the ancient book, several large characters appeared, and then projected into the air, so that everyone in the auditorium could see clearly.

"Ninety-nine percent possible."

The ancient books answered this way.

"Yes, ninety-nine percent possible. You just had a lot of questions and asked me why I told that inappropriate story. I can explain it to you now. If we fall today, our future will be like what I said As in the story, everyone will become a cannibal. At that time, there may still be many people who want to get rid of this fate, but they will have to pay a thousand times the price." Wen Rensheng said indifferently.

Everyone's heart palpitations.

Naturally, they don't know that this was the case in Wen Rensheng's previous life. Opportunities were wasted again and again, and in the end, the price was getting heavier and heavier. They didn't float until they sank to the bottom, and their bodies were still stained with countless filth. , until Wen Rensheng was reincarnated, it was still far from being eliminated.

But at this time, everyone already knew the seriousness.

When they think of the outside world, aren't scenes from Wen Rensheng's story being staged?

In order to avoid the scourge of disasters, they colluded with the lords of disasters and gave them people in the territory to eat, and they also put a name on it, saying that it was for survival.

These things, as long as you are willing to open your eyes to see, are everywhere.

"Where are our chances of victory?" someone asked.

Wen Rensheng stretched out his hand and asked, "The answer to this question needs to be found by everyone."

So another person stepped up decisively.

It's a pity his story was rejected, but of course he wasn't eaten.

No transfer technique was used either, this grotesque creature doesn't like to eat people.

In fact, this is normal, always eating people, always killing people, can that still be called a disaster without thinking?

No thinking, just no emotion, just like a natural disaster, if you encounter it, you are unlucky, if you avoid it, it will ignore you, and if you eliminate it, it will have no revenge.

Find the law to avoid it and overcome it, that is your achievement.

Then came the second, and the third, and until the tenth, the stories told were not accepted.

The question just now was repeated by that person.

The answer given in ancient books is:

"Right among you."

Wen Rensheng nodded, right? He was sitting among them.

Of course, everyone didn't think so. They were all thinking, yes, it depends on the efforts of each of us to win.