But at this moment, the Blood Knight was still saying, "Young man, you tricked me. I was careless. Don't call the police. What do you want to learn? I've been studying how to bind criminals with tortoiseshell …"
"Ha!! I'll share the story I just made up. Do you really believe it? "
Fu Qingjun typed out a row of words and blocked the three masters who had taught him for 17 years.
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The three of them were dumbfounded. They were shocked to find that they had been blocked.
There was only one thought in Fu Qingjun's mind.
I can't let them find out about me.
If they were still loading every day in Samsara and didn't recognize me tomorrow, I could talk to them however I wanted. But it was different now …
"I can get out alive now. Once I'm discovered, I'll definitely be captured and dissected."
Fu Qingjun turned off the internet.
"To be on the safe side, I won't go out today. I'll go out tomorrow when they don't remember me."
Although he didn't know if it would work, it had to be done.
As for kindness …
When the three of them didn't recognize him, he would find a way to make it up to them.
Fu Qingjun believed in his hard work.
He had been a programmer for 17 years and had reached the pinnacle of specialization. Once he went out, he would have a very high starting point!
But whether he could compete with the rich second generation was another matter …
This was a very real problem. Even if one was given 17 years, it would still be very difficult to overcome certain things.
Some people were born at an end that you could never reach in your lifetime.
Speaking of which, although his parents named him Fu Qingjun, he knew very well that he was not some martial arts expert.
His parents were the generation that read the novels of Gu Long and Jin Yong. Obsessed with martial arts, they gave themselves a chivalrous and poetic name, hoping to walk the world with a sword.
Zhang Qiang, Zhang Qian, and other simple names were given by the previous generation of grandparents. The new generation of parents were generally more cultured, well-read, and influenced by the internet.
Among his classmates, there were quite a few poetic names, such as X Zihan, X Haoxuan, X Wenbo … There was even someone called Ye Tiandi in the class next door. This cultivation name was very scary, and it was simply a dimensional blow to a group of classmates!
"It's already been seventeen years. Leaving the ancient ship means leaving. Where will we appear?"
"Is it the real tomorrow — the 26th of August? Or is it just a 'time loop'?"
"Or did this ship really pass through a wormhole and come to the past or the future like the mythical time machine?"
"Or is it not time travel, but a new world?"
But no matter what, it was the last day of reincarnation.
Fu Qingjun sat on the chair, stretched, and couldn't help but laugh.
Being unknown and mysterious was better than being lifeless.
It had been seventeen years.
Who knew how he had endured it?
Being trapped in the same place for the same day was unimaginably boring. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the greatest torture.
However, his expression became complicated. "After I get out, with my current strange body, will I still be able to live?"
In the seventeen years of continuous reincarnation on the same day, it was not eternal and unchanging. Gradually, Fu Qingjun's body was becoming more and more twisted, terrifying, and creepy …
Yes, he lost his hair.
Although he was bald, he was not completely bald.
After all, he had learned so many things in theory and was under so much mental pressure. If it was a young and immature senior high school student, a whole seventeen years of reincarnation … self-studying at university, learning programming, and even starting to study medicine, the results were self-evident.
Only by sacrificing his hairline could he become stronger.
This was the poisonous chicken soup creed of his second master, the Mediterranean Barber. If he didn't have the courage to stake everything on one throw, how could he gain anything?
Fu Qingjun also felt that it made sense.
In fact, his mental age was considered quite mature. Naturally, he knew that rather than letting society beat him up and turn him into a worker, it was better to make himself bald first.
Anyway, he couldn't really be bald here, right?
Because every day was a reset.
From the initial panic of falling into a hopeless situation, to the boredom of rolling on the bed, to the boredom of learning and working hard to lay a foundation for his future.
But reality gave him a vicious beating.
He still lost his hair in reincarnation.
His hairline actually followed his soul to the day before.
Was this reasonable?
This was not reasonable.
His hair could travel with time??
Can you believe it?
I, Fu Qingjun, am only a senior high school student!
I'm already bald in my third year of high school!
Every morning of every reincarnation, his luxuriant hair would fall off like crazy. He even wanted to write this in a lyrical essay to practice his skills in the language college entrance examination. Could this be the human hairline?
It wasn't like jewelry or money. It wasn't like the wrinkles on a face. It wasn't like the love of a young man. It would change with time. Even if you traveled through time countless times, it would still follow you. Its feelings were delicate, and it would never leave you.
It was man's best friend.
Swoosh.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. It was incomparably quiet.
The rain hit the window outside, making a pitter-patter sound.
"It's really annoying to have been rainy for as long as seventeen years. But it's really the last day."
Fu Qingjun thought about a lot of things, but she still took out a notebook from the drawer, holding a black pen on the desk to sort out her thoughts.
"However, in the seventeen years of reincarnation, I've vaguely found the reason for my headaches and hair loss.
"If I keep repeating it here, it's very likely that it's not my memories that are superimposing, but … my soul that is superimposing!"
Every day after the 25th of August, his soul would fly back to the day before. In the past seventeen years, more than six thousand of him had superimposed, and the fused soul had become increasingly powerful.
The powerful soul had caused a splitting headache, which had caused him to explode.
Headaches and hair loss were all side effects of this.
But if it was true, more than six thousand of his own souls superimposed … What would that be?
From the perspective of traditional myths and legends: His countless timelines and himself in the multiverse, when added together, would he be a saint?
But was this really possible?
He just felt that he was really lucky not to die!
He had endured many bottlenecks, felt that his brain was about to explode, and thought that he was going to die, but he still survived.
But if he continued to reincarnate like this, his brain might be completely squeezed by the huge soul in a few years. Because he was almost at his limit.
"Fortunately, I can go out now. It's practically saving my life!"
He took a deep breath, sat quietly by the window, and looked at the scenery outside the window on this last day of his life.
The sky was very gloomy, blurring the shadows of the tall buildings in the distance, as if there was some unspeakable evil distortion. The gloomy clouds were like bags of flesh and organs, floating in the sky, like a creepy, twisted shadow. The black curtain sprinkled down with rain.
Fu Qingjun sat there quietly, waiting for this last day to pass.
"Boom!!!"
Thunder rumbled, and the lights in the room suddenly dimmed, as if it had fallen into darkness.
"25th of August, 3: 17: 21 PM, power cut again." Fu Qingjun raised his head, not panicking because of the power cut. He looked calmly at the sky outside the window.
Usually, he could no longer contact his masters after three o 'clock every day, and could only start self-study classes.
Fu Qingjun continued to wait, and it was already night time.
"Kaboom!"
Thunder rumbled outside again.
The rain outside the night sky suddenly stopped, as if there was something wriggling in the darkness. But outside the window, nothing could be seen clearly. Pairs of red eyes, like bright red lanterns, vaguely moved in the sky.
"Woo!"
Sitting in front of the window, Fu Qingjun felt a strong sense of fear from the ancient ship. There was something scary in the darkness outside the window, and it could not help but want to escape.
At first, Fu Qingjun was also very afraid, but he gradually got used to it.
Every day at this time, the shadow outside the window would be shrouded in darkness, and the ancient ship would send out the emotion of "escape". Then it had been seventeen years, should he escape or not?
"Whoosh!"
Far away, in the Chinese Valentine's Day sky, a huge golden mushroom-shaped firework bloomed. Because half of the window was blocked by the wall of the neighboring building, only a corner could be seen.
This was the world leveling.
At first, Fu Qingjun did not understand, but as his mind gradually matured, he began to understand that something terrifying might have happened on this day.
Half a day after the power cut, there seemed to be a major emergency.
After the power cut, the dark clouds of internal organs, the unimaginable shadow of the huge creature, and the huge black curtain of rain were expanding at an unbelievable speed. That night, humans were forced to use their strongest weapons?
This ship was also scared to escape.
The end of the world had come.
That was why it was activated, and coincidentally brought him along?
Every day, he happily chatted with his teachers and teased the people on this day, but he did not tell them that the end of the world and the tragedy was only a few hours away.
But who would believe it?
"Perhaps, this is all just my guess, and I might be thinking too much."
Fu Qingjun shook his head. If it was only from the narrow window, the special shadow outside the window might be some kind of rare astronomical phenomenon. If he saw a golden mushroom firework outside the window and thought that it was world peace, wouldn't he be thinking too much?
This did not conform to materialist dialectics.
"Maybe it really is a firework."
But obviously, the arrival of the firework also meant the end of the day.
Reincarnation began again.
"Crack."
The world around him was spinning, and the room was twisting.
Fu Qingjun came back to his senses, and knew that time had restarted.
"Boom!!!"
Back to the 25th of August.
It was still early in the morning, and the rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the sky was dimming.
It was the same scene.
It started on the same day.
"Finally, I can leave …" Fu Qingjun sat in front of the computer with great familiarity, and after thinking for a while, he typed such a title on a forum.
The title was completely different from the previous 17 years:
"This afternoon, at 3: 17: 21, there will be a power outage."
"Next, the world will begin to usher in the end."
"But I don't know how it will come. It seems like a monster attack."
"Human society will collapse in half a day. Everyone, please be prepared. After resisting for half a day, around midnight, the nuclear attack will be launched. Everyone must find shelter in advance, and even prepare food to survive the end of the world."
After the message was sent, there was a response very quickly.
Although the 25th of August this year was Chinese Valentine's Day, there were quite a lot of single dogs on the Internet who had nothing to do.
"End of the world? What end of the world? "
"Zombie outbreak? Three o 'clock, doesn't that mean there are still a few hours left? "
"Ahhhh! Chinese Valentine's Day, this is a trial for us single dogs! "
"Hahahahaha! Humans with fish lips, burn you heterosexuals to death! As a 30-year-old Great Wizard, I will let the world … experience nuclear annihilation! "
Many people sent out meaningless comments. At the same time, they felt that Fu Qingjun's words were extremely laughable. This fishing was too crude.
Soon, some of the slightly famous respondents also left their comments.
"Thank you for the invitation. Everyone, please don't be suspicious. I also have insider information about this!"
"But why will the world be ushered in? I won't go into the details of what happened! There are too many interests involved. Those who understand will understand. The interests are related … "
…
"Farewell, masters of 17 years. Little Fishy is leaving the Evil Men Valley."
Fu Qingjun had a complicated expression as he looked at the mischievous master. Finally, he put down the keyboard in his hand and strode out of the room.
…
The moment he walked out of the room, he felt his surroundings blur. It was as if he had fallen into a more realistic reality. The smell, light, and temperature were all extremely real.
"Ta!
Ta! "Xiao Chen arrived at a single room in the style of the previous century.
The tables and chairs were old-fashioned, and there were all kinds of small objects piled up on the shelves. It had the messy feel of a rented house. The most eye-catching thing was an old-fashioned record player placed in the corner. It was obviously not a style that belonged to modern society.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen raised his head in shock.
However, the calendar hanging in the corner showed the 25th of August, 2020.
It was also Chinese Valentine's Day, the same year and the same day.
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