Bai Youmo felt the pain in his body disappear. He woke up, but he felt that his posture had become lying down. Maybe it felt more comfortable for him to lie down. In theory, people who had so many big holes on their bodies could not wake up, but he actually woke up...

Here, I kindly remind everyone, don’t try it, this is simply a tragic, because people in reality do not have the halo of the protagonist. Many people may say the author “Shaobing” when they see this. But I still hope everyone will continue to read it, because the story below is indeed related to Shaobing.

Bai Youmo opened his eyes and looked around. Most of the space was a piece of black holes. After a closer look, countless silk threads emitted a faint white light. The white light should have formed a sharp contrast with the space of black holes, but I don’t know why it makes people feel that there is no presence.

These white lights intertwined together, like a fishing net with no end to see. There are many pictures inside the net mesh, like pieces of glass broken by beer bottles, varying in size and no repetition.

"You're awake."

Bai Youmo suddenly rang out of this sentence in his mind. The short three words really scared him. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully. He found that there was not a piece of darkness in his mind, but a white little man sitting on a white scroll. It seemed that the white little man was talking.

Bai Youmo wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't open his mouth.

"Call me three thousand beautiful scrolls... You don't have to open your mouth and talk. We have established a data connection. As long as you pass what you want to say in your mind, I will know." The white little man's voice rang out in Bai Youmo's mind again.

That's right, Bai Youmo instinctively asked: "Who are you?" The ordinary person's reaction was just. After listening to what the white villain said, Bai Youmo said in his mind: "So amazing! It's simply 666!"

In fact, the white villain didn't say anything, just passed the data to Bai Youmo, but Bai Youmo had a 3D three-dimensional image of the white villain in his mind, which was very magical.

"Don't praise me, we are grasshoppers on a boat now, and... Don't forget that we are running for life. Simply put, I am a magical weapon spirit, do you know the magical weapon?" asked the white little man.

This sentence takes a few seconds to say, but it only takes 0.00001 seconds to transfer it to Bai Youmo's mind through transformation into data.

"Art! I know, I have read fantasy novels, but it's something very powerful in the novel! Am I going to become the protagonist mentioned in the book? What are you so powerful? Since it's a magic weapon, why do you want to run away? Do you know, I have wanted to be the protagonist since I was a child. The protagonists are all heroes. My sister used to say that my eyes were very special, but I was sealed by a damn, selfish, stingy trickster! Why did he seal my eyes! What qualifications did he have to seal my eyes! I..."

Although Bai Youmo was 20 years old, his wealthy living conditions since childhood made him ignorant of the world and not very mature. So when he met such a strange thing as a white villain, he talked a lot. The white villain directly interrupted the information that Bai Youmo wanted to continue to convey.

"Okay, okay, don't be so naive, okay? If you don't understand the artifact, you can directly understand me and this white scroll as super super high high-tech! And my weapon spirit is this super super high-level super intelligent control body. I don't have much energy now, I just want to simply tell you that those who chase us are called "Evil Picture of Everything". Remember to look for "beauty", which can be used as energy! Unfortunately, your degree of fit..." The white villain should really not have much energy, and did not transmit too much detailed data to Bai Youmo.

"Beauty? What is beauty? Fitness? What are you really amazing? Will I be like you?" Bai Youmo was about to pass the message data to the white villain, but the white villain suddenly disappeared. It was as if the TV signal was not good. The picture always flashed, and it flashed and suddenly disappeared. The white villain was like this, and it suddenly disappeared in Bai Youmo's mind...

Bai Youmo wanted to pat his head like a TV, and maybe the picture came.

The subtitles on the white scroll show [Random plane coordinates are determined! The plane is about to enter! Only 0.1% of the backup energy is left. Turn off the intelligent control mode, the instrument spirit enters a dormant state in case of looking for media and data coverage... 99%! Plane transfer is about to be completed! Repeat, plane transfer is about to be completed!]

Bai Youmo couldn't see the white villain, so the white scroll naturally couldn't see it, but the white scroll and the white villain still existed.

"A lot of things that you can't see do not mean they don't exist."

0.001 seconds before the white scroll entered the plane, the black villain also chased after him. Looking at the white ‘meteor’ not far from this endless giant net, he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I didn't expect it to be one step late! This distance is just a stone's throw away! Although I can't catch up, it will never let you escape so easily! I! The evil map of everything! You must mess up that plane, even if it's only a little bit!"

Then, the black villain controlled the black scroll to shoot out the black unknown substance, and the target was the plane transferred by the three thousand beautiful scrolls, which was one of the countless mesh of the fishing net!

After pursuing the three thousand beautiful scrolls for so long, the Evil Picture of All Things Knows that even if you enter the same plane with a difference of 0.01 seconds, it will have an impact on the randomness of the plane laws. The most intuitive thing is the change of time! It will not advance the time because you enter in advance, nor will it become relatively later because you enter later. Under the relative conditions, time is completely random!

Bai Youmo thought that the white scroll was in his mind, but in fact it was a white ‘meteor’ that wrapped Bai Youmo in it, and it might be more appropriate to use it to store it. After all, Bai Youmo has already been digitized.

While Bai Youmo was digitized, it was also synchronized with the three thousand beautiful scrolls, so Bai Youmo could feel what the three thousand beautiful scrolls felt. When the three thousand beautiful scrolls were shuttled through the fishing net, he thought he was shuttled through.

This seems very contradictory, but it holds for no reason!

If Bai Youmo's body was not digitized by the Three Thousand Colors, then he would lose too much blood due to the big hole in the **, and he would die!

Having said that, if you think about it carefully, ‘we’ is quite like data…

Each of these planes in the endless fishing net mesh seems to be separated by the net wire of the "fishing net", but all of these planes are connected by the fishing net, independent of each other and related to each other.

[Plane transfer completed: 100%! The plane has been successfully reached! The backup energy is enabled, the scanning program is skipped, and the media is forced to be found...] The white ‘meteor’ is constantly shuttled through the streets and alleys of this plane.

[Media is discovered, host and media data are forced to be synchronized!]

A white ‘meteor’ flew into a dilapidated two-story wooden house. A triangular yellow guitar was erected next to the wooden house. One side was embroidered with the word ‘Wen’ and the other side was embroidered with the word ‘Shaobian’.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!