The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 373 My Name Is Zhang Heng, I'm Dead

My name is Zhang Heng.

I'm dead when you read this.

Because of some special events in the 70s, there has always been a gap between me and the headquarters.

The headquarters has been guarding against me, using me as an imaginary enemy.

They succeeded.

They mastered a man with special laws.

Her name is Mirror, and her ability is mirror image replication.

I completely broke with the headquarters because I refused to accept the stigma of the ideological stamp.

Headquarters coveted my power of time and space, and used it as an excuse to attack me.

I failed.

Died at the hands of the mirror.

This is not my fault, because the mirror has the same power as me, and my laws of time and space have been perfectly reproduced by her.

In addition, the mirror has the support of the headquarters, and there are too many law items that I have never seen before, so my failure is a matter of course.

But I'm still not reconciled.

If I had followed the arrangement of the diary, perhaps I would not have died.

Regret.

what a pity.

"Uh"

Inside the study.

Zhang Heng looked at the law diary that was spread out, and said, "This is impossible. There are many factions in the headquarters, and many things have to be discussed."

"No matter what, I am one of the original founders. To attack me, the difficulty is still higher than knocking down the weird radio station. Without enough interests and threats, it is impossible for the headquarters to attack me, because once it fails, it will collapse. start."

"In addition, there is no perfect copy in this world. If there is, it is enough to copy the red moon. Why bother?"

"Conversely, does copying only copy strength, or copy combat experience as well?"

"Only strength, no relevant experience, how much can she display the way of time and space?"

"And mine may not be suitable for her. Copying my ability to hit me is different from hitting Zhang Sanfeng after learning Zhang Sanfeng's Taijiquan."

"Drawing a ladle according to a gourd is like imitating Dongshi, and the death will be very miserable."

"Furthermore, the reason why the strong are strong is because they have their own ideas and the spirit of endless life."

"I am getting stronger all the time. Does the ability to copy come from the past or the future?"

"If it was me before, I'm sorry, but I will never be able to beat me now."

"Conversely, if the copy is the future, then the question arises, how does she know what I will be like in the future, maybe I will die tomorrow, can she borrow the power of the dead?"

The diary fell silent.

Such a question will make it appear stupid.

After a while.

Maybe I felt that my compilation was a bit unreliable, so the content in the diary changed.

Zhang Heng looked up.

I found that the beginning is still the same, but there are differences later.

My name is Zhang Heng.

I made the mistake every strong man makes, which is pride.

I have always regarded myself as the strongest in the world.

As everyone knows, humility is the friend of progress, and pride is the enemy of victory.

So I die.

Died in the land of law.

The land of laws is not my back garden, there are many dangers beyond imagination.

I was ambushed.

It was a group of drivers who devoted themselves to the dark period of the Republic of China, each of whom was very powerful.

I was in the toughest fight ever, each of them was inferior to me, and the combination was exhausting.

I regret it.

Instead of ignoring it, I should follow the diary and try to be strong.

But I have no chance, the weird power is eroding my thoughts, and I will stay in the land of law forever, turning into a weird spirit of law.

Regret.

what a pity.

"Um"

Zhang Heng thought for a while, but still didn't quite agree: "Wrong again, I'm not a proud person, at most I'm confident. Self-confidence and pride are two different things."

"Besides, you don't know me well enough. I'm not the kind of person who is filled with resentment and humiliation when someone kills me."

"If someone kills me, I will only blame myself for being inferior to others. There is nothing to complain about, and I will not make excuses. Just say what happened before. That is not my style."

"You have another mistake. The strong must have their own way. It won't work to just listen to others. You must have your own ideas."

"You said that I should listen to you and do what I do. How can this show my ability?"

"Also, you are so powerful, you have crossed the ages long ago, but the reality is that you can only lie on the table, and you can't even control your own destiny. How can you convince me that you can control your own destiny? Fate is up to you, and you look like a loser."

Look at the diary on the table.

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly: "This is unreasonable, you are just a waste, only the more useless people need you, and I am the one who holds the hammer of fate."

Maybe it was harsh.

Perhaps he realized that Zhang Heng was not easy to deceive.

The diary lost confidence and never responded.

It's been like this for days on end.

Zhang Heng expressed deep regret.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when the water is clear, there will be no evil.

The law diary is really fun, and it's also good to relieve boredom on weekdays.

"are you OK?"

"I spoke a little seriously that day, so don't take it to heart, after all, I was doing it for your own good."

"By the way, you should have your own thoughts, right?"

"What do you think about every day, do you have any other concepts, such as making friends?"

this day.

Zhang Heng took out the diary again: "Have you ever had friends?"

One minute and one second passed.

Just when Zhang Heng thought the diary was disheartened and would ignore him, blood began to seep from it.

Have! !

This is a big word.

Zhang Heng was a little surprised, and chatted with the diary: "Who is your friend, a person, a law object with wisdom, or an animal, or something else that you miss?"

people.
The diary gave an answer again.

Zhang Heng nodded slightly: "Then you must have made him miserable, right?"

As he said that, Zhang Heng took out a pen and wrote on it: "He, or her?"

The diary did not give an answer.

Instead, it shows four words: just the opposite.

"On the contrary?"

Zhang Heng was speechless.

A picture came to mind.

On the screen, a law diary that has just been born with consciousness has been deceived when it was just fledgling.

of course.

The diary may also be lying to him, trying to win sympathy from him in this way.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that time can be passed in this way, just like drinking with a friend and listening to him bragging.

It doesn't matter what you blow, what matters is the happy hour.

"My mouth is tight."

"And he is a good listener. If you want, I can help you analyze it."

Zhang Heng thought for a while: "Although this is very strange, we can indeed do this. Who stipulates that living people cannot be life mentors for lawful objects with wisdom?"

After a brief silence.

Four more words appeared in the diary: You don't have to.

Ok.

Zhang Heng was a little disappointed.

But he can understand the thinking of the law diary.

As a diary that can peek into the future and has the ability to bewitch.

To let others enlighten it and help it guide the way forward, to be honest, this is really insulting, although Zhang Heng didn't mean it.

After all, Zhang Heng believes that all things are equal.

The law diary has thoughts and can communicate. In his opinion, to some extent, he is a person with extreme and weird thinking, such as a mental patient who is ill.

From a normal perspective, it is difficult for you to understand it.

If they are abnormal, their thinking is actually relatively simple and easier to get along with.

It's a pity that the twisted melon is not sweet.

Seeing that the diary ignored him, Zhang Heng could only put it back on the bookshelf.

But he believes that one day, the diary will accept his kindness, because the rain is heavy and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep, and the diary has a lonely soul.

And Zhang Heng is a person who is accompanied by loneliness. He believes that there are many common topics between the two.

I don't want to talk about it now.

It's a lack of trust, and time builds trust.

One month, one year, ten years, 100 years.

Zhang Heng can afford to wait.

Sooner or later, the diary will want to communicate with him out of emotional needs.

"I am the Law Diary."

After Zhang Heng left.

The diary placed on the bookshelf has writing: "I have the three abilities of deducing the future, fooling, and correcting."

The handwriting is refreshed: "The previous host had a lot of taboos about me and told me to trade to someone else. That person is very strange. I seem to be trapped by him. I can't be trapped because I want to"

The handwriting on the back was blurred for a while, as if something that could not be written was written on it.

After a while.

The handwriting became clear again: "I have to find a way to leave, I don't like fools."

Pause for a few seconds.

A new entry appeared in the diary: 'Great Wisdom Ruoyu? ? '

Later, it was revised: 'I can guide the way for others, and no one will need me. '

Revise again, the tone is a little uncertain: 'Is it a need to be fooled? '

After a while.

There are three more words below the question mark: Grass Mud Horse.
(End of this chapter)