Chapter 813 The Hidden Last Anchor

Each reincarnation is a new life. The memory of the previous life and any external objects cannot be taken away in reincarnation. Under the influence of fate, people will become a blank sheet of paper, repeating the choices they have made thousands of times. This is exactly The horror of fate.

Thinking back to the conversation with the show examiner, I leaned against the iron gate and stood underground in this deep dream.

The show examiner is a ray of will left by someone in the past or future after my failure. The meaning of his existence is to tell me the truth now.

"If this reincarnation still fails to destroy destiny, will I become like him?" The answer is yes. The obsession generated by 2.6 billion reincarnations has made me agree with the show's approach as much as I do now. .

"This sky has been imprisoned by fate for too long. The world is not a chess game, and no one is qualified to treat all living beings as pawns." I took out my show phone and clicked on the icon on the left.

"Image acquisition..."

"The barrage is connecting..."

"The data is stable. Do you want to start the live broadcast?"

"yes."

"Welcome Teletubbies to the live broadcast room, welcome Tieling Biao to the live broadcast room..."

Under the gloomy show venue, I stood in the dilapidated corridor and watched the barrage rolling on the screen. Everyone here, regardless of status or occupation, they are all worthy of respect.

Towards the end of the Red Mansion live broadcast, my popularity skyrocketed. Only a few minutes after the broadcast started, my popularity already exceeded 30,000.

Compared with the entire human world, 30,000 people are insignificant, but they are the fire that spreads across the earth. Sometimes, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

Teletubbies died of murder and rewarded 99 coins in the super thriller live broadcast room: "Why don't you speak? There is a depressing feeling of lovelorn in the air. Host, have you been dumped by your boyfriend?"

Maybe I’m the only one who’s not a little fairy who rewarded 99 coins in the super thriller live broadcast room: “I’m going to have my first anatomy class tomorrow morning. I don’t know if I should bring my own body. It seems I have to call my ex-boyfriend.”

Chu Gen: "Who can type my name? I changed the input method five times before I found this word!"

Ordinary Brother Ye: "Call Brother Ye, leave Alipay, one thousand coins per person."

Master Biao of Tieling rewarded the super thriller live broadcast room with 99 coins: "Young man, don't you take my Master Biao seriously?! Brother Ye, 15694852473..."

The barrage passed very quickly, and now I can still recall the embarrassing scene during the first live broadcast, and the astonishment of all the water friends when they parachuted into the live broadcast room.

The appearance of the show changed me and their destiny. Maybe they still can't get out of the chess game in this life, but at least they saw the truth.

My live broadcast method is different from other anchors in the show. I should be the only bad anchor who has in-depth communication with water friends and will ask water friends for help.

In any sense, I am just an ordinary person. What is extraordinary is that I made it to the end.

I walked through the corridor and went up step by step. When I passed Room 444, I went in and took a look.

The tribute table fell over and broken paper masks were scattered on the ground.

As if it was the first time I entered an unlit road, I walked forward slowly until I walked out of Room 44.

The group of thoughts that enveloped the lightless street had dissipated. Little A didn't know when to leave. She probably didn't want to see me, so she deliberately avoided it in advance.

"Now, I'm going to find the last fragment of the Mirror of Reincarnation." Everyone is trying to destroy destiny, and I have my own way, and the key to this is the Mirror of Reincarnation.

Taking a deep breath, I dispelled the unspeakable feeling of loneliness in my heart, looked at the live broadcast room, and said familiar words as if I had rehearsed them countless times.

"Welcome everyone to the super thriller live broadcast room..."

After I finished reading the opening remarks, the barrage speed in the live broadcast room slowed down, and I knew across the screen that there were tens of thousands of eyes looking at me on the other side.

"Thank you all for accompanying me. Thank you for accompanying me through this dream. This is both an end and a new beginning." I pointed the camera of my phone at myself and walked towards the block shrouded in the sky. The Butcher is caught, and the traitor and the black robe will definitely send him there, because that is the key to the layout of the black robe and the betrayers.

Teletubbies died of murder: "Damn it, don't think about it! This is such a tone of voice to explain the funeral, what are you going to do?"

Socrates contradicted himself: "What's going on? Are you blocked? Do you need legal assistance?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly filled the screen. I looked at the speeches that were passing by quickly. After a moment of silence, there was no response. I just continued what I wanted to say: "A normal person will make an average of 103 choices a day. Each choice It will trigger 103 different variables. Calculated based on a life span of one hundred years, a person will have more than 380 million endings when ignoring external influences."

"If we divide the selves into different time periods in units of every second, and the life span is also calculated as a hundred years, from birth to death, there will be 3.15 billion different selves in the long river of time."

"Time and choice make up destiny, and the future will be wonderful because of it. However, the emergence of fate limits everything. God is intervening in the dark. A person will make a specific choice at a specific moment. This restricted future is It’s called fate.”

"After experiencing 2.6 billion reincarnations, I can no longer see my own life, and no one can see my life."

I was talking to myself, and I was also talking. Walking on the streets of deep dreams, I just said what I wanted to say.

"The second stage of my assessment at the show is about to come to an end, which is also a key point in my reincarnation." How strong is the show? How many Taoist scriptures and traditions have been preserved from the reincarnation? No one knows about the treasures. These are the foundation accumulated by 2.6 billion reincarnations and are the basis for fighting fate. Now I am not qualified to obtain all of them.

"Maybe after I open all the Tao locks in my body and inherit all the memories, the assessment of the show will officially end. At that time, I'm afraid I will have to face my fate and become his biggest enemy." I looked up at the sky, my eyes focused on the loopholes There: "Fate and I are destined to be enemies. Since we can't change it, it's better to take advantage of the current opportunity to weaken his strength even more."

The accident in the deep dream caused great chaos, and the nearby neighborhood almost became a dead zone.

Without stopping, I rushed back to the block below the loophole, which had turned into a spider nest.

The three colors of spider silk, black, white and gray, wrap the block into a huge translucent cocoon, and ferocious shadows can be vaguely seen moving behind the cocoon.

Before I even got there, I heard roars coming from inside the block, as if someone was fighting inside.

"I wonder if there was a conflict between Little A and the man in the variegated robe, or the butcher is still struggling to his death." The betrayer's lair is in the deep dreamland, and it occupies a favorable location. The black-robed anchor specializes in the dream path and can exert 200% of his power. What really surprised me about the fighting power was that the Butcher, who lost the initiative, was miscalculated, and still fought in an environment that he was not very good at, was able to survive for so long with one enemy against many.

"How strong was this guy in his prime?"

I held the show cell phone in one hand and wandered around the periphery. The time flow inside and outside the block was different, so I was not in a hurry and patiently looked for opportunities.

Not long after, the fighting inside the block escalated again, and the aftermath of the impact tore apart the cobwebs on the outside of the block. I looked at the shadows of spiders crawling out to repair the cobwebs. I no longer hesitated, and quietly entered the block while they were at their wits' end. .

There were constant roars in the block, and you could clearly see with your discerning eye that Little A and the man in a variegated robe were fighting on the outside. The battle between the two was probably still in the testing stage, and they were just trying to control the giant beast in the dream. Show the opponent's trump card.

However, the battle in the center of the block has entered a fierce battle, with the black-robed anchor and a man wearing blood-clothed clothes fighting to the death.

Both men's methods were beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding, and they used their flesh and blood to exert terrifying and terrifying power.

"The man in blood-clothed clothes must be the butcher's true will. He looks similar to Zhu Li. I have never seen him before." Hiding on the street corner, I didn't act impulsively, but thought about another problem.

Little A once told me that there are ten known show anchors who have passed the assessment.