My Past Life Simulator

  Wang Zhao heard that his eyes widened involuntarily, and he almost stared out. What the hell? The summoned thing is more powerful than the Mahayana Buddha, why don't you soar to become a Buddha directly!

  In that case, there may still be some chances.

  What's more, if I had this ability, I would have established myself as the leader a few years ago, pushing all the way to the plateau, and domineering.

"you you you…"

  He raised his finger and pointed at He Yan, stuttering his mouth, as if he was breaking a jar. Seeing that the other party might be broken, the folding saw in someone's hand suddenly stood up, aiming at an indescribable part.

   It seems to be saying, whenever the word "no" comes out of the mouth, it will be sawed off directly.

  「???」

  Fuck, it can't be done, it can't be done. Just cutting it horizontally is shocking enough, but if you cut it vertically, how painful it would be.

  「Guaranteed to complete the mission!」

  The one surnamed Wang immediately puffed up his chest, slapped his chest with his right hand, and said with determination in his eyes.

"hehe."

  The famous ruthless man stepped forward and poked the opponent's chest with his index finger.

   "As long as the relationship between the two of us continues, I can eat the dead price for the rest of my life."

   After the voice fell, he turned and walked towards the private residence on the fourth floor of the billiard hall.

  He intends to go up and search to see if he can uncover some unknown secrets.

   Behind, Wang Zhao looked ugly, sighed and began to fiddle with the array.

   Prevent going upstairs?

  What to stop, what reason to stop.

   That sentence is right, people can eat themselves for a lifetime.

  Kill, can't kill.

   After all, he is immortal. After his head is sawed off, he is still alive and kicking. He can even throw his hands back and forth like a circus clown, and he can even smile at you during the process.

   And the only way to sever the connection between the two parties is to kill people.

   kill the undead...

  Uh, there is no solution, dead knot, accept fate!

  At least, for the sake of belonging to the same religion, the strange intruder is satisfied with the formation map, and maybe he can let him go. Well, Pharaoh still hasn't reacted, or noticed that he was being fooled. I always thought that the two of them were in the same group, both street rats.

   On the fourth floor, when you walk out of the elevator, you will see a huge living room. The decoration is magnificent, and it seems that he has hidden Shangyang City for many years. Wang Zhao has never wronged himself.

  On the wall, there are some famous paintings, the authenticity of which is unknown.

  Xishuang Road is a well-known rich area. I dare not say that every inch of land is very expensive, but it is not very cheap. The four-story building at the foot is not worth a few hundred million. In addition to the decoration, there is no need to hang fake paintings, which will be criticized by others and lose your reputation.

   "I finally know why someone would stab him in the back."

   It is reckoned that the congregants of the Mahayana religion are not less exploited, or else they will not kill them.

  The fourth floor is big and big, but the living room occupies at least half of it, and the remaining bedrooms, study, toilet, bathroom, utility room, entertainment room, etc. are divided up one by one. The primary goal - the study!

  He opened the door and entered, and what he saw was a huge bookshelf occupying one wall. There were more than five or six hundred books on it.

   "Big project."

  Books are divided into categories, including: manuals, bibliographies, scripts, reports, professional books, reference books, children's books, photography and painting collections, which can be called various and have many hobbies.

   It was just like this, which made him sure that Wang Zhao must be hiding something on the bookshelf.

   Otherwise, who reads books so complicated?

  You are a Mahayana sect lurking in the remnants of Shangyang City. What do you mean by reading children's books?

  He took out a book from the beginning and flipped through it casually. There was a red pen scribbling on it, and he wrote his thoughts in the blank space. Close the book and put it back in its original position.

   Walking a few steps forward, he took out a book and flipped through it. In addition to the different content from the previous reference book, there are still red pen smears and impressions after reading.

   "Hey, you are serious. Could it be, Lao Wang

   Really just love reading? "

   Unexpectedly, Ya is actually a seedling of studying and a seed of a top student, who can compete for the top three students.

   Half an hour later, He Yan looked a little weird.

  He counted the number of books carefully, and there were five hundred and thirty-one books in total. Flipping through each book carefully, I found that there are traces of red marker pens in them. The difference is nothing more than the amount of impression after reading.

   "Something is wrong, it doesn't make sense."

  A remnant boss who does not think about making troubles every day, holding a book in his hand to write and draw every day, is not just not doing his job properly!

  In addition, in the last two days, the Mahayana religion is preparing to sacrifice the head of the Mahayana Buddha in blood, which further proves that Wang Zhao is not a good bird, and he has been holding back all day long.

  So, why did the other party study hard? There must be something hidden in it, and there are secrets that no one knows.

  「If you ask directly, I’m afraid you won’t be able to tell.」

  Sometimes, a huge secret is enough to make people bear all the pain.

  Thinking in another way, if someone presses you about the simulator, even if you beat him to death, He will not reveal it.

  「Try first, you won’t lose money.」

   If it really doesn’t work, start the rollback method directly and try again.

  Turn around and leave the study with big strides, take the elevator to the second basement floor.

  Wang Zhao is sitting there studying the array.

   "Ask you something."

"You say."

  The other party showed a flattering smile, for fear that someone would saw off the third leg if they disagreed.

  「What’s the matter with smearing with a marker pen in the study?」

  「.”

   Silent JPG.

   After a long while, he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"It's just my post-reading impressions. After all, as the leader of the remnants of the Mahayana religion, I have a lot of mental stress. Only reading can relieve a little. In addition, I have cultivated the habit since I was a child. I occasionally write my own feelings to better understand the content. "No, you think I will believe it?

  The expression on the face of the famous ruthless man is clearly saying [Are you treating me like a pig].

   "Crack!"

  The folding saw unfolded and made a crisp sound.

  「I am not lying.」

   "I can stand up."

  「.”

   Regarding this, Wang Zhao showed an attitude of love.

   "I repeat, I really didn't lie. Even if you saw a hundred sausage slices vertically, I can't tell you one, two, three."

  Seeing that the other party was so resolute, he refolded the folding saw in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket. "I believed it. I thought I could swindle out some secrets, but it turned out that you kid was just studying hard."

  He shook his head and sighed, turned and walked into the elevator with a disappointed face.

   When the elevator door closed and went upwards, Old Wang breathed a sigh of relief, as if celebrating his muddle through. In the elevator, the corner of the mouth surnamed He curled into a smile.

   Sure enough, there is a big secret, and it is a secret that he would rather suffer than reveal.

   "Hehe, you are willing to suffer, the reason why I don't want to saw and send a few by myself!"

  He is indeed a wolf who is more than three points more than many people, but if it is not necessary, who will really fight against himself.

   Is it true that it is only because or not?

   "Archive!"

   When he came to the study, He Yan immediately chose to save it.

  The first spot of light this morning [06:30:05] was broken, and a new spot of light was re-condensed. The electronic clock hanging on the door of the room showed the time as — [09:25:55].

  What, you are involved with Wang Zhao, will you implicate yourself if you report it later?

  Hehe, don’t forget that someone has a second one. Noon time is the save point at [12:00:10]. Report all the remnants of the Mahayana religion in Shangyang City early.

   In other words, his first point of light opened up a new timeline.

  And many people can completely rely on the second archive light point to return to the original timeline instead of being stuck in the first

  In a quagmire of archive blips.

  As long as he makes good use of the two save points, he can do whatever he wants without worrying about being liquidated.

  「It’s a big project.」

   Pull out the first book and start reading carefully.

  First read the whole article, then memorize the content smeared by the red marker pen, and then recite the post-reading impression written by Lao Wang.

  The method is a bit stupid, but it can't stand it and it takes time.

  One day is fleeting, and I finally finished reading about one-third of the first reference book.

  Why?

  Because the first reference book surnamed Wang is a dictionary of TMD, the whole text has more than two thousand pages, close to three thousand pages.

   It doesn’t matter if there are too many pages, but the characters are still small.

   Small is fine, the key is that the fonts are densely arranged.

   Anyway, after reading almost 900 pages, he felt that his eyes were a little blurred and his mind was muddled. If it weren't for the foundation of reading medical books in the library, I'm afraid I could see the blood pressure bursting.

   "If I had the energy back then, let alone one of the top universities in the Central District, the top three universities in the league, I could choose!"

"Snapped-"

  He suddenly slapped his thigh, as if he forgot [If I smell it]?

  That thing can make people feel calm, the fatigue all over the body is swept away, and the energy and physical strength quickly become full.

   "So I heard it. At one time, the Buddha was in Sravasti, and only the tree was given to the Lonely Garden. With the big monk..."

  He raised his right hand and tapped his temple lightly, and the sound of Buddha chanting sutras resounded endlessly.

  Dizzy, dazed, unexamined, all swept away, the whole person returned to the usual state, and gradually full of energy.

  「Rewind!」

  The world suddenly paused, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

  Study room, electronic clock—[09:25:55].

"continue."

   One day, in the blink of an eye.

   "Rewind."

   Another day, finally finished reading.

  Remember all the content under the red marker, as well as the so-called [After-reading].

  「A dictionary, you write Nima’s impressions after reading it.」

   I can’t see anything for the time being, put the dictionary back to its original position, and pull out the second book to read.

   Four times, five times, six times...

  Ten times, hundred times, dry times...

   One hundred and fifty-two times in the first job, almost three years, can be regarded as reading more than 500 books in one breath.

  During the period, relying on the scriptures of [Thus I Hear] was much easier than library medical books.

  In addition, I don’t know if it’s because of the unknown scriptures, but he has an extremely clear memory of the books he read through, the content smeared with a red marker pen, and Wang Zhao’s after-reading impressions. I can even recall how many pages in which book are smeared with red markers.

  His hands gently touched his temples, and the contents of more than five hundred books were intertwined, the number of pages of each book smeared with a red marker was intertwined, and the contents of the after-reading impressions were intertwined.

  Slowly...slowly...slowly, the three are intertwined with each other, the speed of thinking turns rapidly, and the three are integrated into one, and brand new content is presented.

"boom!"

  He Mo slapped his right palm on the table, secretly thinking that Wang Zhao's ambition is not small, it can be called huge.

   "No wonder, no wonder facing the pain of cutting the cause, I just bite to death and don't let go. If it were me, facing the threat of sawing the only cause, I would also hold on."

  Never give in unless...unless there are hundreds of big, excited-faced **** standing around.

  First of all, after summarizing the contents of more than 500 books, two kinds of information are obtained.

  The first type of information is the experimental records.

  The second type of information is a personal narrative in the form of a diary.

  The content of the book painted with a red marker pen, first look at the number of pages, and then count from the beginning of the red part.

  If it is the fifteenth page, then select the fifteenth word in the content smeared with the marker pen.

  And so on, starting from the first book on the top

  Start from the dictionary, arrange from left to right, and you can get the content of the experimental record.

  The post-reading is also the same method. You can choose the number of words in the post-reading content on every page, and put them together to form a diary.

   "You really don't mind taking the trouble. Why don't you record it in two notebooks? As long as you hide it better, isn't it easier than scribbling on books?"

   It can only be said that the two are purely torturing each other.

   "Take off your pants and fart, it's unnecessary."

   Racked your brains, isn't it still cracked by him?

   Lao Wang fainted from crying on the second basement floor, who could be so idle like you!

  Furthermore, according to the thinking of normal people, who would take the idle writing of reading seriously.

  Two kinds of information, among which the experimental record is Wang Zhao, taking some congregants in the bhikkhu realm, and taking the practice of opening the altar with the skull of Mahayana Buddha as the content. To put it bluntly, the other party wants to use the human body to control the limbs of the Mahayana Buddha to obtain the power of "God".

   Once successful...

  「Ambition is a good medicine for human growth.」

  Holding a folding saw in one hand, supporting Zhiyin with the other, forcing Old Wang to work. The other party was stunned to be submissive and chose to admit cowardice. But when it comes to his own secrets, he immediately becomes a tough guy who would rather die than surrender.

  According to the contents of the experimental records, the surname Wang started to have this idea ten years ago, and conducted more than 20 experiments in ten years, with an average level of twice a year.

  If it is not the case, in the event of the Ten Dwelling Bodhisattvas three days later, it is impossible for only a few Mahayana congregations of the mage level to attack. Without the consumption of opening the altar, at least there must be nearly 30 mages.

  Of course, things can’t develop so smoothly, there are more than 20 suppressors, and I don’t know where to get them. What's more, the method of opening the altar has a high probability of failure. Otherwise, the Wang family branch in Shangyang City cannot have only a few mages.

"According to the records, twelve people exploded and died, unable to bear the power belonging to the Mahayana Buddha. Eight people directly became walking corpses. It is speculated that the reason is that the Mahayana Buddha's consciousness assimilated them, causing these people to lose their souls. Others Two people, no bones left."

  The description in the experiment record is that the head of the Mahayana Buddha devoured the congregants of the last two altar openings, and the scene was extremely cruel and terrifying.

   "Could it be possible that the souls of eight people allowed that little boy of the Mahayana Buddha to regain some consciousness? Otherwise, why would the dozen or so people in front explode and die?"

   One thing is certain, the head of the Mahayana Buddha, which has been opened more than 20 times, is very dangerous now.

   Otherwise, Wang Zhao would not stop the experiment in the previous stage.

  As for the personal narrative in the form of a diary, the content is quite simple. The whole article is full of complaints, looking for reasons for his behavior of using the congregation as experimental products. Anyway, there are two words written all over the article—whitewashing.

   "Wang Zhao, Wang Zhao, you are black from the bottom up, how can you wash it for nothing?"