Chapter 1100 Different Sun De!

How many times has this world been reincarnated?

How many times has this universe restarted?

What is everyone's identity in different reincarnations and different restarts?

What is the state of each strand of soul in different worlds, different lives and deaths?

Before comprehending his past life, Wang Baole didn't understand all of this, and he didn't even have similar questions in his cognition. After comprehending his past life, he began to think about these issues.

He wants to know the answer, he doesn't want to exist, he wants to exist.

He wants to know the truth, he doesn't want to be just a building block in different universes, reincarnated again and again, he doesn't want to appear in different positions again and again, he wants to live clearly.

He knew a lot about the perception of the previous ten lives, but along with it, there were still deep doubts, and all these doubts... are not important at this moment, because with the sinking of the soul, with the rise of the heavenly law The book of destiny behind the person was turned upside down page by page, and Wang Baole's past life was also displayed in front of his eyes page by page, but...his consciousness, also in the process of dissipating, gradually forgot himself, and slowly He forgot everything and became pure until he heard the voice of the Master Tianfa.

"seventy-nine……"

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"Who am I... where am I..." In the pitch-black void, I heard a voice whispering in my ear.

It seemed to be coming from a far away place, and it seemed to be echoing around me. I didn't know where the voice was, and I didn't know why the voice asked these two sentences.

This voice echoed endlessly, and it seemed to continue to spread like eternity, but I didn't hear any response. It seemed that no one paid attention to the voice, and I didn't know how to speak, so gradually, this pitch-black nothingness seemed to be Only this voice exists.

Time, also in this nothingness, passes without any trace.

Perhaps, because of this voice, I also began to think, who am I...? Where am I?

I thought about it for a long time, but there was no answer, and the more I thought about it, the more confused I became, until for a moment, I heard a voice.

"Who am I...where am I..."

The voice was very familiar. After it came out, I waited for a while and heard the echo.

So I understood that the first thing I heard was my own voice, and I... seemed to repeat this sentence for an unknown number of years.

This discovery caused some fluctuations in my emotions. I didn't know what to call this fluctuation, so I continued to think about it until after a long time, I remembered a word.

Happy!

Yes, this emotion should be called joy, I am very happy because I discovered the origin of that voice, but how did I know the word joy...

I was confused, so I continued to think, but this time, before I had time to think of the answer, this piece of darkness and nothingness that didn't exist in my eyes suddenly appeared... light in an instant!

This light seemed to come from the outside world, reflecting the entire void, and then... it never disappeared, and the entire void also changed at this moment. I saw a finger, which quickly condensed and became one hand.

A hand seemed to be holding me, and then I saw the arm, the body, until the whole person appeared in my eyes, it was a young man, his eyes were closed and did not open.

I was very surprised, because this young man made me feel familiar, yet strange, but before I could continue to think, this piece of nothingness reverberated around after the first person appeared.

As the ripples spread, I saw a table, and saw other tables and chairs appearing around, until a teahouse appeared in front of me, and then the ripples spread again, and other buildings appeared outside the teahouse, rivers, Trees, and soon a small town, seemed to be drawn.

Then... the ripples spread out in a wide range, and I saw the earth, the sky, and other cities in the distance, and saw a star change from blurred to real.

It didn't end, and I saw the starry sky beyond this star again. In the ripples, other stars appeared, many, many, and as they appeared one after another, a universe, a world, unfolded in front of me.

Then, life appeared.

One by one, all living beings, all living beings, all appear at this moment, as if they have never been before, appearing in every position that needs them, there are men and women, old and young, different species, different breaths, but they remain still. didn't move.

As for the young man who was holding me, he was lying on the table without moving, but he was holding me tightly, as if he would never let go even at the end of his life.

But I don't like him very much.

Just when I was thinking about why I don't like him, the whole world suddenly seemed to be injected with vitality and vitality. In an instant... all living things and everything started to move.

The wind appeared, the sun softened, the leaves swayed, the river flowed, singing and laughing, crying and roaring, all came out from every corner of the world.

In the teahouse, there was suddenly a lively sound, and at this moment, the young man who was holding me tightly trembled slightly, opened his eyes, and raised his head.

The moment he looked up, I saw his eyes.

I saw myself reflected in the eyes.

It was a black wooden board, and he firmly held the black wooden board in his hand, and then... I was lifted up, knocked on the table, and there was a clear and crisp sound.

In this sound, the world in front of me began to continue. I saw this life called Sun De. He became the most watched storyteller in this county, married the daughter of a rich family, inherited the inheritance, had enough food and clothing, He was in love with his wife all his life until he passed away with a smile at the age of eighty-nine.

And I was buried with Sun De because the descendants couldn't break Sun De's fingers.

Although I don't like him, I have to admit that it's quite interesting to watch his performance in this life. As for being buried with him, it's okay, because after his death, everything in this world disappeared. It turned into pitch black, and my consciousness fell into darkness again.

until I heard a voice.

"Seventy-eight."

The appearance of this voice seemed to turn into a vortex, pulling me violently into...the nothingness without light, I couldn't remember who I was, I couldn't remember everything, I was thinking about something question.

"Who am I...where am I..."

My voice echoed, until I thought for a long time, light appeared from nothingness, and the world appeared in front of me. The first thing that appeared was a young man formed after a finger slowly spread. He lay on the table, dead in his hand. Get hold of me.

His name is Sun De, I am a little familiar, but also unfamiliar, his life is very good, he became a storyteller, although he did not marry the daughter of a wealthy family in a small town, but he returned to the capital and got a good name. Although he was imprisoned in his later years, he Overall, it's still very exciting. As for me... I'm always in his hands, never leaving.

Sadly, after his death, the world disappeared, and I heard a voice.

"seventy - seven."

This voice dragged me back to nothingness, until I forgot everything, saw the light, saw the world, and saw Sun De.

"Seventy-six."

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"thirty-one."

...

"fourteen."

...

"three."

Experienced again and again, forgotten again and again, from the time I realized it was wrong until I was not surprised, because I figured it out, I was doing a game, after this life, I will forget this life, and also forget the previous and future lives special memories of...

Strange, why do I feel this way? Why do you know you are remembering?

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as there is a story to read, although in this story, it must be Sun De's different life.

But I'm curious, if we meet for the first time, will there be a different picture