Chapter 334 Skeleton Carrying the Coffin, Professional!

Seeing that Jiang Wenming was sitting on the ground with the old god, but his eyes kept turning around, Su Ling suddenly turned the book in his hand horizontally, and showed it in front of Jiang Wenming:

"Don't read it, in the book world, I can read anything you want here."

Jiang Wenming squinted his eyes, and although he was far away, he could clearly see the words on the book, probably due to the special effect of the other party.

But when he saw it, his brows were wrinkled.

[Su Ling showed the book to Jiang Wenming: Don't read it, in the book world, I can read anything you want here. 】

【Jiang Wenming looked at the words on the book and frowned. 】

"Your book..."

[Jiang Wenming: Your book...]

Almost at the same time, even faster than Jiang Wenming's speed, Jiang Wenming's actions and lines appeared in the book, which looked like...

"script?!"

Su Ling tilted her head and looked at Jiang Wenming: "The book world is made up of stories one by one. It can be a script, or it can be, or even like this..."

Stretching out his hand to turn the page, Jiang Wenming saw the scene of him and Su Ling confronting each other.

comics!

this ability...

"By the way, with your insight, you must have seen that the content in my book will be 0.1 second faster than your real behavior, but in fact, this time is actually 1 second, because the flow speed of the space where you and I are are different."

"As long as I see quickly, I can predict all your actions in advance."

After finishing speaking, Su Ling flipped the book and laid it flat on his knees, but Jiang Wenming could no longer read the contents of the book.

"Are you telling me this to scare me?"

Su Ling shook her head: "No, I just want you to stop thinking about other things and talk to me about these ten minutes, um, although it's 100 minutes outside."

Jiang Wenming suddenly had a flash in his mind: "What about the others? The story line of other people should continue, right? Are you so relieved to just stare at me and not be afraid of something happening to them?"

Su Ling shook his head, and pointed to the books on the wall behind him:

"The ending of their story is fixed, only you I can't see through, so..."

The ending is set?

Jiang Wenming suddenly took a deep breath, thinking of Chang Yong and the others.

"You mean they're dead?"

"Whatever you think, it's time for me to ask you now?" Su Ling shook her head, turned the book over again, and asked, pointing to a paragraph.

"When you were facing a crisis, I found that part of my book world would be stained. Why?"

Jiang Wenming fixed his eyes, and when he saw the words written on it, he was slightly taken aback:

[Jiang Wenming looked at the clown, winked at the empty side, squirmed, and reluctantly leaned over. 】

"What is this smeared thing? Why do I feel so uneasy every time I see and touch it?" Su Ling asked.

"You don't know?" Jiang Wenming raised his eyebrows.

"Should I know?"

Su Ling asked back, and then the two fell into silence at the same time, as if they were thinking about the meaning of each other's words.

After a long time, Su Ling suddenly sighed,

"So that's how it is...you actually said..."

"Tao? What Tao?" Jiang Wenming was puzzled.

But Su Ling obviously had no interest in explaining to him. She closed the book gently and looked up at Jiang Wenming.

"Although we are all the same kind of people, but unfortunately, I can't let you go, Zhiling, do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the paper figurines who were standing still around suddenly flashed white light, and then frantically rushed towards Jiang Wenming, but Jiang Wenming didn't panic at all.

He looked up at Su Ling, and the corner of his mouth curled up:

"So much paper, shouldn't it burn me to death?"

"Um?!"

Su Ling frowned, then opened the page suddenly:

[Jiang Wenming: So much paper, shouldn't it burn me to death? 】

Afterwards, Jiang Wenming didn't speak anymore, and didn't even make any movements. However, under the line of words, one character after another still began to appear:

【■■: Burning...burning...burning...】

Seeing this, Su Ling felt a chill down his spine, stood up abruptly, and raised his hand to put the book in his hand back on the shelf.

However, due to panic, when she got up, she knocked over the hot tea on the table, and the hot tea splashed on her lap. With a cry of pain, the book in her hand fell out of her hand, and fell directly out of Jiang Wenming's bed. out of sight.

Immediately afterwards, the paper men flocking to Jiang Wenming suddenly agreed, and then began to howl in horror, from white to gray, and then to brown and black, and then suddenly burst into flames amidst the distortion !

"I noticed that the light reflected on your face was not right before, so it seems that there is a burning fireplace next to it?"

Jiang Wenming looked at the burning paper figurines around him, and stood up calmly.

"There's a room full of books, but there's still a fireplace next to it. The petty bourgeoisie is killing me!"

Sighing, Jiang Wenming's nose suddenly twitched.

Thick smoke gradually began to rise from his clothes. It seemed that the book was burned, and not only the paper figurine suffered, but he who was in the book was also naturally included.

What's more, he was the one who was going to be unlucky, and those paper figures were just incidental.

However, Jiang Wenming will naturally not risk his life. If he dares to set up a FLAG, he will naturally have the ability to carry it over!

"Summoning with a substitute! Skeleton black bear summoning!"

With a whimper, Dalabangba and the scrawny black bear were called out by Jiang Wenming.

"I leave the rest to you."

In the raging flames, Jiang Wenming let six skeletons hug him, and finally threw out a card.

"At the cost of sacrificing three undead, summon the undead farm! Launch the third schedule: premature burial!"

With a whimper, two little skeletons with small shovels rushed out. First, they dug a small hole according to the old rules, but when they saw Jiang Wenming tied up by the skeletons, they froze for a moment, and then smashed those skeletons with a shovel. Slapped and stomped, six little skeletons ran out of the tomb, with a small wooden coffin on their shoulders!

Before Jiang Wenming could react, the little skull dug the pit a little bigger without saying a word, then kicked Jiang Wenming into the coffin, sealed the coffin with nails and buried a dragon, and then returned to the cemetery with satisfaction .

"Fuck! Once you come out, nothing good will happen!"

Seeing that even the sky around him started to burn, Dalabangba jumped up angrily.

Although Jiang Wenming had to die if he died, is this something people do?

Touching his skull which was starting to heat up, Dalabumba waved his hand at the remaining twelve skeletons.

"Dug him out and run away with me!"

call!

The obedient skeletons immediately dug out Jiang Wenming who had just been buried, lifted it on their shoulders, and ran towards the black hole left by Su Ling.

But over there, Su Ling found with a horrified expression that the book burning in the fireplace started to spew out burning paper figurines, flying crazily towards the books placed on the bookshelf!

Under instinctive fear, the paper spirit in Jiang Wenming's book actually wanted to escape to other books!

"no, do not want!"