In addition, the complex fate lines that were originally deliberately ignored and filtered out by Wang He were also eliminated.

The only thing left is the red and black line connecting the void.

It seems unusually evil and abrupt.

Wang He, holding his fate bs tightly, was ready at any time, and cut off this red line.

He knew very well.

The guy in front of him is unusual. His fate, except that he is connected with Wang He, is only connected with his distant self outside the void.

It seems to have resistance or ability to interfere with the law of fate.

This is something he had never encountered before.

Wang He focused on the pure white line.

For some reason, my body gradually became a little irritable and weird, so I relaxed.

It seems to be liberated from the invisible pressure.

But the next moment, he heard a scream: "I've been discovered!"

The nightingale's tragic chirping brought about "doom".

A repetitive, monotonous and huge drum sound, and a flute sound that was equally sharp and incomprehensible, rang around Wang He.

This sound had no effect on Wang He, but Nightingale fell into a deep coma.

It was caught by Wang He's left hand and was isolated by the power of the law.

The sounds of drums and flutes also dissipated at this moment.

On the forehead of the monster opposite, he took the first look at Wang He with the biggest eyes.

It seemed to be conveying some message, and it stretched out a tentacle.

It handed over something.

On the tentacles is a yellow-green, sticky and constantly wriggling artifact.

It is said to be an artifact because it has a distinct shape: a long stick shape with twelve holes.

Reminding the previous music, it is easy to find that it is similar to a "living" flute.

And the top of the flute is a slightly smaller version of the eye.

Wang He looked at the tentacles. The tentacles were closer, as if they were going to serve something.

He confirmed the white thread again, and then, without hesitation, grabbed the flute.

In an instant, everything returned to its original state!

Whether it is Naia who has changed her figure, the unconscious nightingale, or the still steaming coffee.

The only difference is the ancient silver metallic flute in his hand that is displayed in the system as the "nameless blower".

The moment Naia saw the flute in Wang He's hand, she felt like she was crazy and shouted excitedly: "Oh! How precious, how elegant, how ideal, how dreamy! Nothing in water, fire, wind, and everything in the earth can be created, the flute of the Lord of All Things."

"It fell on your hands!"

"You will definitely play an indescribable hymn for this world!"

Wang He did not hear any hymns.

Instead, he heard some emotion from the ghost of the system: "Is it still time to hang out with you now?"
Chapter completed!