"Then my wish is that my lost golden finger can be restored."
So Yang Chen kept making this wish, and his fingers kept disappearing and reappearing, forming an illusion.
When Yang Chen's frequency of making wishes reached infinity, the appearance and disappearance of the golden finger actually reached a superposition state, which means that it is uncertain whether it exists or disappears at a certain moment.
Looking at the uncertainty of his golden finger, Yang Chen suddenly discovered an interesting thing, that is, when the frequency of his wishes reached infinity, it was uncertain whether his golden finger could work.
Yang Chen then used the index finger in his golden finger to poke Xuantian Martial God. He wanted to poke him to death, but he was not sure whether he could kill him this time.
It's like gambling with a revolver; no one is sure whether the bullet will fire.
Yang Chen used this uncertainty to gamble his life with Xuantian Martial God. He stabbed himself again and again, and stabbed Xuantian Martial God again and again.
As a result, the first one to fall was Xuantian Martial God.
Looking at the Martial God Xuantian who died with his eyes open, Yang Chen put his hands on his hips and laughed.
But he didn't notice that the golden finger poked him when he put his hands on his hips.
The next moment, Yang Chen also died!
Yang Chen suddenly sat up from the bed and looked out the window at the sky with wind, rain, thunder and lightning. His face was covered with sweat.
"Oh my goodness, I just had another nightmare. I actually dreamed that I was out catching seafood with Xuantian Martial God during a typhoon? What a joke! How could I dare to go out during a typhoon? Isn't that courting death?"
"Luckily this was a dream, otherwise I would be in hell now."
As Yang Chen spoke, he looked at the dark surroundings. He found that this did not seem to be his room, so where exactly was this place?
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