Different Dimension Game Chapter 143

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Pan Hao swallowed. At this juncture, whether the Soviet Union would disintegrate, he was too lazy to think too much. The most important thing was his own life.

"Actually, I still don't quite understand, little brother... What are you doing here?"

"Hey, let me tell you the truth." Wang Hao said helplessly: "If I don't interfere in this matter, after forty years, these ghosts... natural disasters will surface, and many, many people will die by then."

"But now that I've got this done, in 40 years, I'll be able to save a lot of people from dying."

"That's probably what it means, I don't know if you can understand it."

"It's hard, and I've failed hundreds of times. The odds are high this time, so I chose this option."

But in Pan Hao's eyes, this information brings a very divided sense of contradiction.

save the world?

He couldn't describe the feeling.

Pan Hao, who is 35 years old this year, has experienced many things and has been exposed to real capitalism. He longs for that kind of life.

The most recent encounter was when the team leader "Gregory" asked him to drink foreign wine, high-alcohol whisky, and a reward of one hundred dollars for a glass.

For the money, he drank ten drinks in a row.

$1000 in hand.

This is just a compliance test before departure, but $1,000 is already a huge fortune. Pan Hao is addicted to the joy of making money and accepts it.

Because of the way the world works, that's it.

Money can rule everything!

Last month, in Causeway Bay on Hong Kong Island, a wealthy business owner ordered the girl who accompanied the wine to put a beer bottle on her lap.

See how many bottles you can hold in total, and you have to blow the wine in one breath when you are done.

One hundred dollars a bottle.

The girls went happily, very happy, and laughed.

The one with the most drank eight bottles in one go.

Even Pan Hao himself thought it was very interesting and joyful. He even wanted to be that rich businessman's boss and experience the thrill of being a drunkard.

Everything is pushing him to make more money.

Money can make ghosts run the mill, and more money can stimulate people's unlimited potential, and they can enjoy a life of intoxication.

But when he was young, that was not the case. He also had a period of hard work and a real ambition, otherwise it would be impossible to learn a foreign language and access the wider world.

Once the vision is obscured by the world, the real poetry and the distance are often forgotten.

Degeneration is a gradual process. In life, the rich and the noble cannot be promiscuous, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be submissive. This is called a man. The books that I read when I was a child will grow up with emotion, but it is only emotion.

Now, the fallen he is saving the world with this strange child?

This feeling made Pan Hao extremely stunned, as if he had forcibly switched from one life to another.

Naturally, Wang Hao didn't know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "There is one more thing that cannot be forgotten. After you go out, hand over this letter to the local government. In fact, the biggest credit for this matter is Not me, but an old comrade named Li Xianfeng."

"Such a big credit should not be forgotten, and you will also have some credit."

Pan Hao took the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.

For some reason, that complicated feeling surged up again.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, this letter... means that I have a certain degree of use value?

Okay, let's be a little more at ease.

As for what was written in the letter, he would not read it.

The most deadly thing in the world is curiosity.

Curiosity kills people!

Forget it, let's work hard.

Just like that, Pan Haomao dug with all his strength, digging holes for a day and a night, without stopping except for meals.

It has been digging more than 3 meters deep, and if you dig further down, you may get water, so you can only stop there.

The opening is so small that only one person can enter.

There are also two small grooves below, one can squat on one side.

Naturally, he is extremely cautious about his own life. Pan Hao patted his chest and said, "Put some sponge, rubber, etc. on the hole to ensure that no sound can be heard!"

Seeing that it was getting dark, Wang Hao nodded and said, "Then let's implement the final plan tomorrow morning!"

Soon it will be the next day.

The place where the horn was hung had already been stepped on—on a large camphor tree in the north of the village.

This big camphor tree is not living well in the "Xanadu", a place with little light.

The leaves are sparse and withered.

As a behemoth that is hundreds of years old, its trunk is so thick that five people can't hold it hand in hand in a circle. Although there is some rot, it can withstand an adult climbing it without any problem.

Pan Hao carefully hung the horn on the top of the camphor tree.

"It's about to start... Two second-class demon gods..."

After finishing all this, Pan Hao's heart had already jumped to his throat.

He just pushes the button!

The tape recorder will play the sound, and the loud horn can spread throughout the village!

This approach made him a little confused.

That's right, the long river of fate that was cut in half was actually taken back by someone.

Just another life.

"I didn't expect so many strange things to happen on this trip."

Shaking his head, he looked at the tape recorder in front of him.

Who is that kid?

What should he do if he abandons me?

The first 5 minutes of the tape are completely blank, with some lead time set to give them time to escape back into that hole.

"Hey... I'm really crazy... What's the use of thinking so much!"

"This last vote of washing hands in a golden pot, it's really not a good thing to do!" Pan Hao muttered his own mantra.

He glanced at the child under the tree again, his eyes were calm, and he could not see any waves.

This child was the greatest terror in his eyes, the one who dared not resist with a single word.

"Katcha!" He pressed a button on the tape recorder.

The videotape is playing!

The rustling sound was amplified from the speakers.

Jump down the tree at the fastest speed, grab Wang Hao and run all the way! How can a child without the power of a chicken run a kilometer? Just run on your back!

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way.

Pan Hao carried Pharaoh on his back, ran back to the house frantically, jumped into the dug hole, and used both hands to block a thick wooden box in translation.

Finally, put cotton in the ear.

His heart was beating wildly, his back was sweating, and it took less than four minutes to see the time.

"Fortunately I ran fast enough!"

The two stared at each other, sitting in the hole, gasping for breath.

Did it play?

do not know.

Pan Hao shook the hand-cranked flashlight, and the yellow light appeared in this dark and cramped small environment.

Using a branch, he wrote a line of words on the ground: "The horn should be playing, you see that the straw is shaking slightly, all the weirdness outside will die?"

Wang Hao also wrote in response: "Most of them should die. I'm not sure if those without wisdom will die."

He erased the line of text just now and wrote another sentence.

"However, don't think about the Fountain of Youth or something. It's a derivation of the power of the Demon God, which is specially used to anchor others. If you borrow its power, you will be subject to its hidden control, and it is difficult to escape. Can ordinary people afford it?"

"I see that you are strong and strong, and now you are anxious to consider the issue of life expectancy."

Pan Hao smiled embarrassingly. He almost lost his life this time, but he didn't get anything. He really lost money and went to his grandmother's house.

"I'm not so eager for immortality, but I'm a little frustrated. So many people died, and I didn't even see it."

However, Wang Hao wrote again: "There are still some jewelry in the village. If you want to take them away, I can help you find them."

"You can see the Fountain of Youth, but you can't take it away."

Jewelry?

Pan Hao's nose twitched.

This is also enough.

At this moment, there was a very obvious vibration from the outside world, as if something was stimulated, it rushed out of the room, and there was a fight between them!

Wang Hao couldn't help but move in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

When Pan Hao saw this smile, he was nervous to death.

This great god, he really can only coax well, and dare not make any slights.

Fortunately, this great **** is quite reasonable, not the savage and unreasonable type.

Wang Hao also wrote: "[It] kills life, not instant death, but a step-by-step process."

"First of all, the reason will continue to decline, and it will only be taken away when the soul is reduced to a certain level."

But these old fritters living in the village all have a way to improve their san value. Even if they **** the blood of others and deprive others of their vitality, they can still recover a small amount of san value.

So in a while, it won't be so easy to die.

The best way to restore sanity is - the well in the north!

A drop of well water can calm the mind for a long time.

But this well is guarded by the "tree", and only by sacrificing life will the tree salvage a few drops of well water.

Either kill the others; or attack this tree.

This is how the final prisoner game began~www.mtlnovel.com~ Under the white mist that never dissipated, the small village in the early morning ushered in the second chill in history today!

[It] Since such a rule has been formulated, it cannot violate itself.

Poison enters the stomach, whether you admit it is poison or not, you need to be forced to digest it.

Dead corpses lurked in the shadows of white mist; turbulent rivers kissed the blush of blood; the muddy paths passed yesterday wafted through the cold air from the north; the typhoons that killed everything in the magnificent temples; the caves The two of them curled up like ferns.

Chaos is not an abyss.

Chaos is the ladder.

A lot of people try to climb up, but fail and never get a chance to try again.

Failure ruined them.

Someone had the opportunity to die peacefully, but they refused.

They guarded their lives, guarded the gods, guarded their graves.

All fantasy.

Only chaos is real.

Just a chess piece.

Pan Hao was horrified to find that the eyes of the child in front of him were overflowing with a stream of light.

He felt peaceful, and a little dazed.

Uneasy, he held his breath.

He is witnessing the game between Gaowei.

He understands some things, but some details have not been figured out.

The vibrations from the outside world sounded from time to time, and some of them caused huge vibrations like bombs, which meant very powerful supernatural abilities.

As for the confrontation between Mystery and Mystery... Whoever loses and who wins, and how many people survive, Wang Hao doesn't care at all.

In a higher-dimensional game, he only cares about two demon gods.

With the fall of this chess piece, the general is over!

Chapter end