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Chapter 827 Competing for the storybook, the ferryman of the bitter sea

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    Holding the evolution of the entire world in his hand, the collection of set stories that have manifested can only be viewed as a storybook. Qin Yang really feels that such a big advantage is for nothing.

    Especially when the author who wrote this storybook was still squatting next to him.

    When he found that under certain circumstances, he could add settings, Qin Yang's mouth almost crooked.

    It's just a patch, I haven't eaten pork, who hasn't seen a pig run?

    As the saying goes, a long illness becomes a good doctor, and many people are harmed by patches. When you have the authority to apply patches, you will definitely light up the scourge skill points without a teacher.

    The patch I applied this time is not perfect, but there is nothing I can do about it.

    According to Qin Yang's estimation and the results of his own experiments, the first priority of completing the setting is to conform to the law of evolution.

    The most important law of the evolution of the realm of the dead is naturally stability.

    To allow that kind of rule to continue to operate for a long time, there may be small deviations, but they cannot accumulate and become the final big collapse.

    And whether it is the bitter sea itself or the ferryman, all the dead spirits are involved.

    Balancing the relationship between ordinary undead and ferrymen, and making the rules relatively fair to all undead are the pillars of long-term maintenance.

    On this basis, quietly infiltrate a little private goods.

    For example, if the two sides are six against six, if you allow one person to hit six, then the balance will collapse, but if you allow one person to rush into the opposite side, one uppercut in seconds, and they can still run back  .

    Isn't the nature of this different? Anyway, if you say it out, if several people can't kill one, then you are either food or something, and it has nothing to do with balance anyway.

    What Qin Yang originally wanted to do was to beat him up one by one, but the world didn't allow him to be so awesome.

    Then he can only make a detour, and after testing back and forth, let him become more advantageous in the case of complying with the basic rules.

    That is to say, from a six-on-six advantage to a six-on-five advantage, look, it's just such a small advantage.

    Qin Yang took a small notebook and wrote vigorously, constantly summing up experience.

    At the same time, keep thinking about what to do next time you encounter the same situation, and how to grab the advantage.

    Now it's not that he wants to be king and hegemony, but someone wants to take over everything, and everyone has to listen to them.

    If it really doesn't matter, maybe in the end, he can't even decide whether to take off his pants or not to fart.

    It's scary to think about it.

    ?Concluding the record is almost done, Qin Yang wants to discuss with the novelist to see if he can hear his thoughts from another perspective.

    It's a pity that the novelist is like an abandoned house, holding a book whose content has nothing to do with the name. Qin Yang casually picked up a novel named Yipin Xiuxian, and was fascinated by it. He didn't respond to the outside world at all.

    Qin Yang yelled twice, and seeing that he didn't respond, he put his hands in his hands and silently took the storybook out of Haiyan for a moment.

    When you're done, plug it back in again.

    Looking into Haiyan again, it was as expected.

    His sea eye shielding effect is indeed increasing as his strength improves.

    Now, the connection between the storybook and the realm of the dead can be blocked a bit.

    The new setting, which was still flickering before, is now completely settled and turned into the truth of the realm of the dead.

    After confirming this, Qin Yang looked at other settings that are still changing, and there is nothing to pay attention to at the moment.

    It's all weird settings, the ones that don't affect the overall situation.

    Opening his eyes, Qin Yang was lying on the lone boat, feeling a little bored again, he needs to wait now.

    ?Because of his complementary setting, even if there is a ferryman, no one can get through the sea of ??suffering. Without his imprint of silence, the procedure for the ferryman to work is incomplete.

    No, you can't say that. If you say that, his authority will be great.

    The imprint of silence is not his Qin Yang's, it is for those who have cultivated the Ai Zi Jue, and must have cultivated silent supernatural powers.

    It should be said that all necessary procedures have been completed, but the safety insurance for the job is not qualified, and there are risks in the job.

    Then just wait now.

    Waiting to meet a ferryman who looks pleasing to the eye, is easy to talk to, and is a nice person

    Another year passed in a flash.

    Above the sea of ??bitterness, there is an ice field that stretches for thousands of miles. Countless icicles, like a large ice forest, stand on the ice field.?He moved over without any hesitation, and handed over the storybook directly.

    "This is a novelist's storybook, you can take it, can I go?"

    "What's the hurry, I have something to ask you, don't be nervous, my Taoist sect never kills casually, just now it was done according to the rules, according to the rules of the ancient hell, it is already easy to annihilate them."  Kindly, after taking the storybook, he turned around and handed it to the bearded man.

    "You ask."

    The bearded man who was groping for the storybook suddenly laughed.

    "Where did your storybook come from?"

    "What the novelist got"

    "Tell me, how did you get it."

    "It's like this" Zhao Xuezheng honestly told how he had tried so hard to trick Qin Yang into taking the storybook and escaped.

    "Hahaha" the bearded man looked up to the sky and laughed, and after laughing, he waved to Zhao Xuezheng: "You can go, you can tell others, the story book is in my Daomen's hands, whoever wants it, come to my Daomen  take."

    Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuezheng didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

    "Patriarch, what's the matter?" The young man leaned over and asked.

    "Don't say it." The bearded man fumbled for the storybook, flipped through the contents, and couldn't help laughing a few times.

    "Our sect master, who has never met before, is more powerful than imagined." (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com
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