"Okay, I have to find a way to find a higher floor to enter the tower and gain higher authority."

"You can help me translate the contents in these booklets first. Just translate it, it shouldn't take much effort."

Zhang Ming rummaged through the boxes and found a lot of colorful papers.

Because time has passed too long, there are less than one ten files that can identify texts, and the useless information inside is the majority.

Most of them are various personal files, some administrative official news, and data tables such as project progress.

Shimama roughly translated it with a stern and old voice.

"Learn deeply and understand thoroughly to increase your abilities, take responsibility and act to emphasize effectiveness--the majority of students deeply study the quotations of "saints" and deepen ideological construction"

"Focus on building an important advanced demonstration construction highland!"

"Deeply grasp the new trends of the "worm of time and space" and build the pillar of heaven with all your heart!"

"The current list of "wish" vacancy is as follows..."

Lao Zhang was shocked.

"You can actually see these here." Zhang Ming, who listens to the radio every day, seemed to hear Li Xianfeng's familiar voice.

He was a little doubtful if Shimama was deliberately translating.

But there is no evidence...

However, after listening to the content in this article, Zhang Ming always felt that he was ignorant of the so-called content.

You have clearly written a lot of words, but reading them means you haven't read them?

There are also special researchers classifying the "last wishes" in total, with a total of 16,000 types, just like the parts of a machine.

Some special psychological experts will guide their compatriots to transform their "last wishes" after death into corresponding strange things.

Most of the data in the table are all these messy things.

In a race that values ​​"last wishes" and regards last wishes as treasures, it is naturally very important to control the underlying thoughts.

While Zhang Ming was surprised, he had to admit that this race was barbaric... in fact, unity was quite powerful.

Even in the eyes of foreigners, it can become a computer, a remote control, a wall reinforcer, and a glowing electric light after a person dies...

But they are done if they are willing, and foreigners are not qualified to judge anything.

“But, how do I bypass the verification program…get higher identity permissions?

"In theory, I am a loser and I can also gain some permissions. Just because these receptionists die, the program is stuck?"

Zhang Ming scratched his head and ears, and was quite anxious. He read the information here for a whole day but couldn't find a suitable solution.

As the sky gradually became late, the sun gradually set, and the red moon frozen on the tower once again burst into dark red light.

Zhang Ming actually didn't want to spend the night here, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and use the ability to "sincere" to break the soul.

He wanted to use his soul subbody to directly read the memory of a certain crystal stone, and he didn't want to continue to tinker slowly...

The sequelae of reading memory is not small, but it works very well.

However, which crystal stone is possessed by the soul?

Zhang Ming was a little confused...

There are so many crystals in the room. From the walls, to the doors, to the lights on the ceiling, he must make a serious choice.

The man in black sitting upright on the workbench still had a shiny crystal on his head, which could be seen that this man had a very good status.

If you possess the soul crystal, you may know the reason why the person in the room died suddenly.

Zhang Ming was even quite curious about how he died, and it looked like his vitality was suddenly drained.

However, after thinking for a long time, he didn't dare.

Because the soul possesses itself, the illusion brought about is like real...

Even Zhang Ming, who has "lightning control", finds it difficult to withstand this horrifying illusion at the soul level.

The more outrageous the death of the person involved, the more miserable the person involved, the more harm Zhang Ming himself suffered from mental backlash.

If it is a terrifying force at the level of the demon god, the man in black will die suddenly, and Zhang Ming may not be able to withstand the result of his mental backlash and will directly become a vegetable.

"Be careful, there are so many opportunities, so there is no need to be too anxious." In the end, he chose a crystal with supernatural fluctuations on the office table.

After pressing this crystal, the device on the table with the same screen will light up directly and ask him to enter his password.

This thing is like a computer, but it is obvious that this supernatural computer made using "last wish" is much longer than human semiconductors.

"It's you, as long as you are not killed directly by the demon god."

Zhang Ming gently raised his finger and the soul body jumped onto the prism crystal.

Without a hurry, Zhang Ming took a deep breath, took Shimama and ran back to the supra boat.

The sun gradually turned west, and under the drag of two big turtles, it moved quickly and took him away.

The relationship between the soul subbody and the ontology is almost unchanged, and it is connected in an unknown way.

As the distance increases, the difficulty of manipulating the soul subbody will increase, and the amount of information obtained will naturally decrease.

Seeing that the black-sailed boat was about to leave the Red Moon's coverage, Zhang Ming felt a little relieved and controlled the soul sub-body placed on the table from a distance and drilled into the crystal.

As expected, just like last time, an indescribable pain surged into my mind. The pain from the soul level was not something that human will could resist. Even though he was mentally prepared, Zhang Ming's body suddenly burst into cold sweats, his whole body twitched violently, and a "ah" sound came from his throat.

Shimama did not repeat the review this time, and perhaps the previous retrospective history also made it exhausted and he was surprised and "ah" in surprise.

"No... it's okay, I'll ask the pelicans to get me on the boat later." Zhang Ming endured the uproar in his mind and tried to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

A huge amount of memory information from a blue crystal person poured in!

In this tide of memory information, Zhang Ming struggled to maintain himself and gain more memories.

He even turned on the function of "Memory Library" with the intention of recording this information in a complete manner.

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Gradually, there was a picture in front of me.

Sure enough, it was another last memory before the death of a Blue Crystal Man.

...

"Instructor, instructor, wake up! Wake up!"

"Dad! Dad!" A low cry came from his ears, both men and women...

"Ah, wake up, ah! Wake up!"

Trying to open your eyes, your consciousness is hazy.

In a bright room, an old man was lying on the hospital bed, and the room was filled with descendants and colleagues who were saying goodbye.

The old man seemed to have returned to his senses and said in a hoarse accent: "Don't be sad, I'm dead, I'm full of children and grandchildren, I have achieved my merits and have made many achievements."

"There is nothing to be picky about in this life."

"The only shortcoming is that it is a little bit worse than becoming a sage, but it is a little bit worse than that... It's a pity that there is no hope in this life."

"Next, I will go to the Pillar of Heaven and contribute the rest of my life. I have already thought of my last wish..."

"dad!"

"grandfather!"

The old man smiled freely and said to his descendants, especially one of the men and one of them, "Lin, you have a good talent and a little pride in your heart. It is normal for young people to be a little proud."

"You may have heard from the outsiders that their civilization is different from ours. We should build the pillar of heaven before we die, and we should build the pillar of heaven even when we die. You may feel a little unwilling and feel that we are restricted."

"But, it's worth it..."

"If we had not built the pillar of heaven at the beginning, we would have been lost. Even if we live a short life span, even if we were just 'capable', we could only live for seventy or eighty years."

"But as long as you defeat the insects of time and space... as long as you defeat the insects of time and space... everything is worth it..."

It seemed that he had noticed that his life span was coming to the final end. The old man on the hospital bed stopped talking. He was concentrating his last energy and fulfilling his lifelong wish.

His body shone with golden light, almost the same light as the warrior who had fought with Zhang Ming, and the prismatic crystal in his forehead became brighter and brighter.

The surrounding families looked at this moment sadly and at a loss.

This is the final moment of pride and an affirmation of the achievements of life.

Some government staff even came to give the old man a final farewell. A Lan Jingren, who looked like a leader, held the old man's hand and whispered to him. Some psychologists were also saying some words of encouragement.

The whole scene looked a bit warm.

However, in Zhang Ming's heart, a kind of...

fear!

Unspeakable fear!

The cold feeling of silence hit my heart, and the demonic claws from the god of death strangled his throat! Captured his heart! Tear open his lungs! Chisel open his stomach!

The great fear between life and death almost crushed everything. How could there be so many warriors in the world who are not afraid of life and death?
To be continued...