"I want to die."

“It’s not that easy.”

Liu Di stood up, with Fu Qing's words before entering the black hole echoing in his mind.

——I didn’t plan to come out either.

The man in the white shirt narrowed his eyes, and the nanoworms spread out, searching the entire place for Fu Qing's scattered limbs.

The limbs gathered together, and the nanoworms immediately sutured them with a precision far beyond that of modern medicine.

In just three minutes.

Fu Qing's body recovered, blood scattered all over his body, and the sutured wounds looked like blood marks from being whipped by a willow branch.

but.

It's still a corpse.

Liu Di turned over Fu Qing's palm and found a bone-deep wound on the palm of his right hand, in which a tiny insect was dormant, like a miniature black dragon.

"Is this Fu Qing's parasitic spore?"

Brother Liu touched it lightly with his finger and saw that the miniature dragon was already dead. Its body was dry and hard, and it turned into ashes at the touch.

Liu Di knew that when the spectators fought against Fu Qing, they would prioritize killing his parasitic spores.

Brother Liu's body flashed.

In a flash, he had gone to a distant place, and then returned.

The words of the Grim Reaper echoed in my mind.

"I haven't seen the soul of the Zerg in a long time."

"Perhaps this creature is insignificant in the eyes of the Supreme Being and there is no need to recycle it."

Brother Liu frowned.

Electricity condensed at his fingertips and lightly touched Fu Qing's heart.

But nothing happened.

Fu Qing is an eight-dimensional being, and cause and effect is not something that Liu Di can interfere with.

Liu Di said nothing and insisted on electrocuting Fu Qing's heart.

"it's useless."

A voice as ethereal as smoke, yet with a hint of femininity, came from behind.

Brother Liu turned back slowly.

But what I saw was a pale man wearing a black robe, with long hair and holding a book in his hand.

"Your method can't save him."

The long-haired man was flipping through a book, his eyes were on the book, and he didn't look at Liu Di.

Brother Liu stopped what he was doing.

This man is 100% human.

But this is inside a black hole.

Moreover, Brother Liu could not find any information about this man in the cosmic grid.

The man turned a page of the book and said slowly: "I can save him, just remember my personal favor."

Brother Liu's mind turned. The other party's life was definitely not from an ordinary dimension. It was meaningless to speculate.

Next second.

Liu Di only said one word, "Remember."

Immediately.

Liu Di turned around and left his back to the man. He didn't have any defense and just looked at Fu Qing in a low voice, "Save him."

The long-haired man flipped through the book again, "You really think it's natural."

Brother Liu tilted his head and said, "You must have your purpose. I will remember the favor and save him."

The long-haired man closed the book, walked casually to Fu Qing, and pointed his finger at Fu Qing's heart.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Liu Di could hear Fu Qing's heartbeat to his amazement.

"Don't be too surprised."

The long-haired man opened the book again, his eyes still fixed on the paper. "He still has life. I am just like the doctors on your Earth. I have only done a one-in-ten-thousand chance of bringing him back to life. Once you understand the essence of life, it will be easy for you to do it."

The essence of life? Dr. Tao said that the ninth dimension is the transformation of the essence of life.

Liu Di looked at the long-haired man, "Who are you?"

"Call me Feng."

The long-haired man read a book and walked away, his figure gradually fading away. "Goodbye."

Brother Liu just found it unbelievable.

But the attention was not on the long-haired man, that would happen in the future.

"Fu Qing."

Brother Liu helped the ancient scholar up from the ground.

"Brother, where are you from?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But the ancient scholar had confused eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked at Brother Liu and at the space around him.

"Fu Qing?"

The corner of Liu Di's eye twitched.

"Brother, you may have recognized the wrong person. My name is Wang Chong, with the courtesy name Zhongren, and I am from Shangyu, Shaoxing. Who are you?"

The ancient scholar clasped his fists and looked unfamiliar.

The next moment, Wang Chong discovered the wound on the palm of his right hand. He sighed in pain and then shook off the black ashes on his hand. They were Fu Qing's ashes.

Brother Liu was stunned. "Fu Qing, it's dead."

"Brother."

"I went out that day, and was suddenly struck by a beam of light."

"I must be suffering from some kind of barrenness."

The ancient scholar stood up, dusted off his body, and didn't care about his torn clothes. He immediately picked up the paper fan with the word "文" on it and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, brother, can you take me home?"

Brother Liu looked at the scholar in front of him. His face was familiar, but his temperament was completely different.

There was a sour feeling in my throat.

After a long while, Brother Liu nodded and said, "Okay."

then.

Wang Chong experienced an incomprehensible scene. The man in white clothes, strangely dressed in front of him, lifted him up with one hand and took him into a Xuan Ni tunnel. He felt countless streams of light flying away from both sides, and he seemed to have traveled through a hundred years.

Brother, you have great magical powers. Are you a sorcerer? Earth.

Eastern Han Dynasty, the 32nd year of Jianwu.

Liu Di and Wang Chong stood in front of a dilapidated thatched hut.

This is a pure wilderness with weeds growing everywhere. In the bushes in the distance, there are wild wolves and foxes sneaking around.

"hehe."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, brother."

Wang Chong scratched his head. "I was born into a wealthy farming family and was recommended to study at the Imperial Academy. But I was determined to write a book that would last through the ages, so I buried my head in thought for 10 years. Now my family is in decline and I can't even afford to eat."

Brother Liu looked at the scholar beside him and said, "Scholar, why are you like this?"

"hehe."

Wang Chong continued to scratch his head, "Because in these ten years, I haven't written a single word."

Liu Di thought of Fu Qing's description of Wang Chong.

He is conceited and arrogant. He has never written a single word and has accomplished nothing.

Wang Chong bowed again and said, "Brother, I am poor and have nothing to thank you for. I will repay you for your kindness today after I become famous. Now I have to continue thinking hard."

But Wang Chong was seen fluttering his tattered clothes, coming to the steps of the thatched hut alone, and then sitting cross-legged.

With one hand he opened the paper fan with the word "文".

With one hand he took out the inkstone and ink stick from his chest, put the inkstone aside, and used the ink stick to grind the ink.

Without adding water, it will not become ink, because Wang Chong had no words to write.

Brother Liu looked at the scene in astonishment.

The body trembled slightly.

An ancient scholar sitting cross-legged with a paper fan and an ink column.

It was as if Fu Qing came alive.