Become A Member At Patreon For Access Upto 100 Chapters Ahead. Starting At Just $1/Month!
Patreon.com/FantasyFictionStories
Muchuan swiped his phone and said, "Coincidentally, it was the day before he went insane.
This country is in chaos in its management because its leaders are constantly being killed.
The only imported small nuclear warhead was stolen.
Where do you think this nuclear warhead will be now?
And that bracelet on his arm, what do you think it is?
I had never seen this bracelet before when I met him. "
A pulse-controlled nuclear warhead?
Uncle Brick suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He was not a fool and he understood immediately.
"It's imperative for him to do it!" Uncle Brick said:
"I haven't finished talking about the example just now.
After the pigs in the farm discovered that they were being kept as food, they spent their entire lives trying to escape, but they never succeeded.
What do you think will happen to this pig?" Muchuan asked.
Uncle Zhuan was slightly startled and said, "Of course he will go crazy."
"Yes, he will go crazy." Muchuan sighed.
Gods will kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in their way. If you dare to stop them, they will die with you.
Di Xiong is invincible at this time!
The more he knew, the more afraid he became of Di Xiong.
Yu Huan's exchange of positions may allow him to avoid Di Xiong's trump card.
But Muchuan didn't dare to gamble, nor did he dare to gamble with the lives of so many people.
"Forget it, that's fine." As an apostle who believes in Taoism, Uncle Zhuan quickly adjusted his mentality:
"At least we have completed the second task given by Phantom Domain, and we have made a profit."
[Task 2: Prevent the target from escaping the fantasy realm, and the final fantasy realm evaluation will be increased by 300%.
Reward: Three A-level medals.
Reward: 10,000 fantasy points.
Reward: A B-level magical item. ]
Although Zhu Yali was not killed, she was prevented from leaving, and the guaranteed reward was very generous.
"Haha, he won't succeed so easily." Muchuan disappeared without further explanation.
He switched places with the little animal that was watching Di Xiong.
puff!
Dixiong was shot with a tranquilizer gun and collapsed to the ground.
Before he passed out, he tried hard to look at the alley in the distance.
A figure came out of the dark corner.
"It's you...you're not dead!"
The person coming was none other than Yan Shao.
A sinister smile appeared on Yan Shao's face: "Senior, your game is too obvious and has too many flaws.
Hypnosis... Not many people know that I can hypnotize, but you are the only one who knows that I can hypnotize ghosts. "
"Why...why didn't you die?"
"Senior, hypnosis, you know... can a mere police station stop me?"
Muchuan stood on the balcony on the third floor, quietly looking at Di Xiong and Yan Shao below.
I never thought hypnosis actually existed.
Moreover, Yan Shao's hypnosis is actually useful for ghosts of Zhu Yali's level.
"I buried a nuclear warhead outside Maple Leaf High School. You can't run away even if I die." Di Xiong smiled sadly and took off his bracelet ferociously.
However, nothing happened.
The space suddenly became quiet.
Three seconds later, Yan Shao suddenly laughed:
"Hahaha...Senior, you are really old.
You have forgotten that I introduced you to the person who made this pulse sensor. "
"You...you started plotting against me two years ago." Di Xiong was horrified.
"You are not the only one who knows the truth about the Fantasy Realm, senior!" Yan Shao said calmly:
"Everything is real, the sensors are real, the remote control is real.
What you don't know is that I left a backdoor in the sensor.
This backdoor allows me to find the coordinates controlled by this sensor.
I have dealt with your trump card!" Yan Shao snatched the ball wrapped in cassock from Di Xiong's hand.
Di Xiong struggled hard, trying to snatch back his cassock.
That was his life, something he had planned for half his life.
It's a pity that he was drugged and had no strength at all.
He couldn't even turn over, let alone grab something from Yan Shao.
Yan Shao grabbed the cassock and slashed Di Xiong's neck with a knife.
"Why didn't you just kill him with one shot instead of using a tranquilizer gun?" Muchuan suddenly appeared behind Yan Shao.
Yan Shao didn't look back and said calmly: "I just want to see his desperate look."
"Do you have a grudge against him?" Muchuan asked.
"He plotted against me and wanted to kill me? Doesn't this count as a grudge?
If it hadn't been for me, I would have been buried by now. "Yan Shao said.
"So you faked your death, and you deliberately failed the salvation ceremony."
"certainly."
"This is a cyclic fantasy realm, why didn't you do this before?
Because of the rules of the fantasy realm, you cannot destroy this ritual yourself.
You can only wait for Di Xiong to plot against you, and then you will show your flaws and be caught.
You are waiting, waiting for Di Xiong's plan to succeed, and then you can deal with him again.
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind. It's a good plan, a good plan!" Muchuan clapped his hands.
"It's just..." Muchuan paused and said:
"I'm curious, why can you see through the truth in this cyclic fantasy realm?
Every time the phantom realm is reset, shouldn't your memory be cleared?"
"Can time be reset? Can time really be turned back?" Yan Shao asked a question that was like soul torture.
"Huh?" Muchuan frowned.
He thought that this fantasy realm was constantly circulating and was being reset like a game.
Is it impossible to turn back time or reset it?
So how do these repeated phantoms exist?
Yan Shao continued: "Is there a possibility that it would be easier to delete everyone's memories and resurrect dead human puppets than to go back in time?"
A flash of inspiration flashed in Muchuan's heart, so that's it.
Dead people like Li Lu were constantly resurrected and killed by Zhu Yali in order to reduce Zhu Yali's resentment.
As for ordinary people like Di Xiong and Yan Shao, their memories are constantly being deleted.
Is this the truth about this fantasy realm?
Yan Shao continued: "If you have communication with the apostles of the older generation.
You will find that the person who presided over the salvation in this fantasy realm 20 years ago was not me, but Di Xiong.
And Di Xiong was not as old as he is now.
Time keeps passing, but the memory of Maple Leaf High School will be deleted.
When one day I discover that this world is false, my memory will not be deleted.
Di Xiong is my guide, but he doesn't know that I succeeded. "
"Is it that cult?" Muchuan immediately thought of the most critical information.
"Yes, all the cult leaders know the truth.
Di Xiong is not only my guide, but also my enemy.
You don't understand what I went through in that cult. "
"Okay, the chat is over, now it's time to give this to me."
Huang Que had some expectations when he came to Hou Muchuan. He originally thought he would be someone from a cult.
Unexpectedly, it was Yan Shao who appeared. This was something he didn't expect.
But it doesn't matter, Zhu Yali is still his.
Muchuan picked up the anesthetic gun on the ground.
Become A Member At Patreon For Access Upto 100 Chapters Ahead. Starting At Just $1/Month!
Patreon.com/FantasyFictionStories