"What about knowledge?"
The old man looked around and saw not a single word, let alone knowledge, in the room.
Other horror scenes would at least have a name hung at the door, but here, as soon as you enter, there will be flying sand everywhere.
Thousands of people were participating in the trial, but not a single word came out of his mouth.
Even if it is selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton, at least it is meat. But here it is selling vegetables under the guise of selling mutton.
The scorpion raised its sand-covered head. It looked up at the three people with a grin.
"The exiled immortal has a cloud, and knowledge is an ocean."
"You don't have any water."
"Didn't you touch water when you came in? Your trouser legs are wet."
When Lin Fan and the others were reminded of this, they all looked down and saw that most of their trouser legs were wet.
As soon as I stepped into the river, I was transported into a terrifying scene, so this detail was really overlooked.
"As the exiled immortal said, a gentleman does not tell lies. The design concept of our scene is very rigorous."
“…”
It's a bit rigorous, but it feels irrelevant.
The old man asked tentatively, "What does this yellow sand mean?"
"As the exiled immortal said, the ocean of learning is boundless. Sand is also the ocean, and by the same token, it is also knowledge. And you—"
"Stand on knowledge!"
hiss……
Lin Fan and others all expressed their deep admiration.
The design of this horror scene is weird and requires a lot of knowledge.
"It's normal for you not to understand knowledge. After all, this is the Knowledge Ocean 2.0 version that our Exiled Immortal King spent thousands of years and countless hardships to create."
"Can horror scenes be updated and iterated?"
Lin Fan was slightly surprised. This was the first time he had seen this.
"Yes, just change it."
“…”
The strange and arrogant tone of Scorpion Sandu's voice and the elegant expression made him look like a villain who had risen to fame by relying on others' merits.
It also appears to be "hospitable" and there is no contempt for humans on its face.
If the scene hadn't been too bizarre, the old man would have almost suspected that the banished immortal was doing good deeds, the Buddha of the weird world, who not only didn't kill people but also cut ghost money to feed people.
"Let's talk about the trial rules first. After all, we don't have much time to chat."
Scorpion Sandhead smiled, his contented expression showing sympathy for the three people in front of him.
It’s like chatting with it is an opportunity that needs to be cherished every minute.
This is indeed the case.
Lin Fan and others were just standing in the front, and the eyes of thousands of people in front of them were all cast over, their eyes full of desire.
It's not like the desire to kill someone in the City of the Living, but rather the desire to talk to the other person.
Even just one word of desire would be good.
The most appropriate example is that a cigarette addict who hasn't seen a cigarette for half a year sees a cigarette butt on the ground.
That's probably the reaction.
"The rules of the trial are simple. You, like the people before you, only need to dig up the knowledge beneath your feet and set it aside."
It's ridiculously simple.
The old man thought he had heard it wrong.
You know, when it comes to the broken path scene, the rules are almost unsolvable. Apart from the ghost money, you can only fill the hole with your life.
This horrific scene does not require blood.
But Lin Fan thought of what Bai Ling'er said, that the trial-takers here were either so crazy that they didn't even know how to commit suicide, or they committed suicide.
It must not be as simple as it sounds, so I have to ask one more question.
"What are the precautions?"
"You can't change locations at will. Once you've chosen a pit, you must stand still and dig. Whenever you change pits or pause in your pursuit of knowledge, the duration will be increased based on how long you paused."
"How long?"
"Yes, you need to bathe in the ocean of knowledge for a hundred years. Rest for one minute, and you'll get an extra year. If you change places, the hundred years will be recalculated. If you say a word during this time, you'll get an extra year."
“…”
A century of beginnings!
The average human lifespan does not even reach this level.
Before Lin Fan could raise any questions in this regard, Scorpion Sandhead took the initiative to answer:
"Don't worry, here, you won't get sick or tired, you won't experience old age or death. You can even receive up to 5,000 ghost money after your hundred years. Outside, only 100 seconds have passed."
Although it sounds so simple, a chill swept through the hearts of the three people.
He repeated the same action for a hundred years, without being able to move his feet or utter a single word.
Just like that... a hundred years passed.
"Forget about 007, it's still an assembly line. Can you still call this knowledge?"
Yi Qiqi shuddered. Among the three, Lin Fan was a rich second-generation, the old man was a fortune teller, and she was the only one who had worked.
When I think about those hard days, it really has nothing to do with knowledge.
Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Scorpion Sandhead was very unhappy and said:
"The exiled immortal has a cloud. This is the experience it has gained from observing humans for thousands of years."
"No matter how far knowledge is learned, the end of humanity will be repetitive. Therefore, it skips the intermediate process and allows humans to enjoy the dividends brought by knowledge. You should be grateful!"
Eleven out of ten it makes no sense.
But strange tortures of human beings never require any reason. They just need a reason that they think is noble.
The same is true for those horrific scenes in Jianghai City, each one has a so-called reason.
It's just that it's rare to find someone like the Exiled Immortal who is so 'rigorous' in finding the truth.
But you can also understand why people here are going crazy.
If this continues for a hundred years, the robots will go crazy.
"You guys choose. I recommend the sha... knowledge over there."
Scorpion Sandhead pointed to the thick sand on the left and almost said the wrong word "knowledge".
Lin Fan first squatted down and touched the sand under his feet, which was almost the same as the sand outside.
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