The moment I saw the white mist, that huge sense of familiarity suddenly emerged.

Although the memory still did not emerge, Wujiu was sure that this person knew him.

At this time, the white mist was still immersed in the process of "erase" the will.

The pages of the book are written a lot, and many times Bai Wu doesn't read them deliberately, in order not to let himself be disturbed by the will of the well world.

He was afraid of those remarks.

It seems that the Dharma follows the words, as if fate itself can easily dominate them.

So when Bai Wu looked back at these contents, he found a lot of interesting things.

He found that... there are actually two styles of writing in this yellowed page.

The first is that when you look up, the other party will deliberately show the strength that can determine everything, with a sense of banter.

The second type seems very ordinary, as if a person silently records various behaviors, and has a feeling of documentary literature.

Bai Wu had never thought about it before that these are two different writing styles, and the one who engraved these words should be the same person.

But now Bai Wu suddenly thought, maybe the one who engraved these words... was not the same person.

He erased a lot of things.

For example, in the city night.

The skylight quickly lit up, and Wujiu suddenly realized that the countdown in his eyes accelerated for seven hours.

The city that was supposed to be dark, actually ushered in Chuchen.

At this time, he was able to see Bai Wu's movements more carefully.

He was sure that the magic he experienced was all controlled by white fog.

“How did this be done?”

"A reward for conquering the zoo. The captain should not talk. I am... busy now."

Erasing these words is a very mentally consuming behavior for Bai Wu.

At the beginning, Bai Wu just erased the part that Wujiu was blind.

But as the white fog changed the weather, changed the day and night, more and more things changed...

Bai Wu could clearly feel that his mental power was like a mud cow entering the sea.

Especially when Bai Wu tried to carve words on the pages of the book... he instinctively developed a sense of resistance and crisis.

He couldn't do this, but at the same time he felt that if he really did it... it would be more than worth the loss.

Carve words on the pages of the book, which means he is doing what the will of the well world does.

Is this really possible?

Bai Wu's breathing became more and more rapid, not just the consumption of mental power.

Wujiu suddenly realized that this kid was sweating.

They are already so powerful that even if they experience super high-intensity battles, they may not necessarily feel tired.

The sunlight spreads on the city bit by bit, as if a piece of bread was coated with golden jam.

White Mist tries to erase a lot of things.

For example, this section

[In this city with indifferent hearts, who cares about a car accident?]

[Free people are a very noble existence, they can dominate everything, and our dragon slayer seems to intend to find a breakthrough from the free people.]

He wants to erase the four words "indifferent" in people's hearts.

I also want to erase the four words of dominating everything.

Bai Wu feels that it can be done, but if you do it, you will probably fall into a state of extreme fatigue.

This state may be even more exaggerated than forcing oneself to use the distorted field.

So in the end... Bai Wu didn't do this, he just flipped the pages and kept flipping the pages.

Finally turned to the first page of this yellowed book...

Here, Bai Wu saw this passage:

[I have to say that the sequence I created is quite responsible. He always wants to give you spoilers, but sorry, he is offline now.

Welcome to the fifth floor, if you dare to come.

By the way, considering that you are tired of reading the notes, should you change the format?]

After turning to this page, Bai Wu took a deep breath:

"I might be weak next, and even fall out of coma, Captain, has your memory recovered?"

Wujiu shook his head.

White mist means another way:

"Then do you think I will harm you? Do you believe me now?"

Wujiu nodded.

"Okay, then I will leave my life to you. Protect me before I wake up."

"good."

Wujiu's promise was very light, but Bai Wu knew very well that people who could not even destroy the will of the world were like a thousand gold.

Bai Wu took another deep breath, as if he was going to fight, and his fingers slowly passed through the pages.

Erase that part of the will of the well world and the words that take over the Eye of Prel... one by one.

Every time a word is removed, the white mist feels weak and sleepy.

A huge feeling of fatigue came, Bai Wu almost closed his eyes several times, but the next second...

But every time I was about to fall asleep, I would recall the scene of being stabbed by Bai Yuan when I was a child.

It's strange to say that those memories should be unforgettable. Even when you recall them now, you can feel the pain from the nerve endings.

But Bai Wu became very calm about the perpetrator Bai Yuan.

He relied on these painful memories of the past to hold on.

final……

All words on the first page of the yellowed book are erased.

Even the entire yellowed pages seemed to be burned by fire, starting to curl, turn black, and finally turn into ashes.

And when Bai Wu turned around and looked at Wujiu, the notes and dialog boxes of familiar styles appeared in his eyes.

[The God of War is 1.59 meters tall. Even if there are other God of War in the world, there is no God of War of War of War of War of this height. You are already very familiar with him. We don’t need to introduce it too much, right?

By the way... It's great to see you again, my old guy.]

Bai Wu smiled and fell to the ground.

It’s not that I was seriously injured, and erasing the yellowed pages of the text is indeed a very tired thing.

He was just a little sleepy and he would have a little rest.

Wujiu caught the shaking white mist and did not leave the zoo. The zoo was actually very safe at this time.

These mechanical creatures left the zoo one by one and began to follow the instructions of Baiwu to find the last source of the twist. Wujiu guessed... Maybe there would be a result soon.

...

...

Bai Wu had a dream.

During his sleep, the yellowed page became even bigger, but it was not hanging above his head.

But slowly, like a curtain, it fell in front of Bai Wu.

Dreams are like this. When two things can bring similar touches, they will often be kneaded together in the dreams.

The yellowed pages turned into huge yellow curtains.

And behind the curtain, two pitch-black outlines are just a distance from the white fog.

"You're about to lose. This game didn't destroy him." A calm voice appeared.

"But he brought foreign aid." Another voice was a little sharp. If this line mocked someone, it would have its own bonus effect.

"But we did not stipulate in advance that we should not bring foreign players. You lost this game."

This voice seemed meticulous, and another voice said unconvincedly:

"The reward he received was too generous, but the danger he encountered was not dangerous!"

"No. I don't think so, the danger he encountered was terrible. Whether it was the hospital or the strange stories in this city, it was a very dangerous place."
To be continued...