Fist of Imagination

Liang De openly removed the internal energy protection that enveloped his body, allowing Wei Shun's eyes with extraordinary power to fall on him.

The fragmented light surrounding Wei Shun's pupils kept gathering and dispersing. He bent down and stretched his neck, and his eyes, as if real, pressed against Liang De's chest like a stick, but he still couldn't get an answer until his face was covered with astonishment and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot.

The extraordinary power was exhausted, but his eyes said nothing.

Not to mention a clear answer, there were not even a few vague words.

Since the awakening of his ability, Wei Shun has never encountered such a situation.

"You can't get an answer from me, right?"

Liang De opened his hands and looked at the young man with red eyes in front of him and said:

"Do you want to look at him a few more times?"

Wei Shun shook his head, raised his left hand that was supported on his knees, pulled the coat of the middle-aged man next to him and stood up straight. The middle-aged man saw that he was pale and about to fall, and quickly helped him steady.

"Thank you."

The first thing Wei Shun did after barely standing firm was to swing his palm and cut the middle-aged man's neck. The force of this blow was not great, but it knocked the middle-aged man unconscious.

As long as he saw the weakness, he had the confidence to knock him down with the physical strength of an ordinary person, even if it was a third-level combat-oriented superpower, not to mention just an administrative staff member who had received simple training.

There was no need to let this person hear what happened next.

Wei Shun took a few deep breaths, and his weak body after the extraordinary power was exhausted recovered a little physical strength.

"Why?"

He closed his sore eyes and walked forward a few steps by feeling, and asked Liang De sincerely.

This was the first time he asked someone a question sincerely in more than ten years since he awakened.

The previous purpose had been thrown behind his mind.

Compared with the information of alien civilization, he wanted to understand his own abilities more.

These eyes that could give all the answers were his foundation.

Liang De snapped his fingers, and several black shadows stretched out from the cracks in the ground, and hurriedly dragged the middle-aged man who fell to the ground into the corridor and sent him back the same way.

Then he stretched out his hand to press Wei Shun's shoulder, slowly injecting a ray of amber internal energy that nourishes his body and soul, allowing this young man who was about to become a pale paper man to recover.

When Wei Shun was standing still to recover blood, Li Zhixian quietly sent a text message and asked:

"Why can't he get the answer? Didn't you remove all the defenses and let him look at it casually?"

"Because I am a mysterious man."

"Tsk, you are also a mysterious man."

"To it, it is indeed."

"It?"

Liang De let go of his hand, and Wei Shun, who was nursed by him, was refreshed and full of extraordinary power. His condition was better than before.

"I guess what you asked just now was questions like who I am, where I came from, and why I came, right?"

Wei Shun nodded and said, "I asked where you came from."

"That's right, it doesn't know where I came from specifically, how can you ask it."

It?

Liang De pointed to the tip of his nose and said:

"Ask again, how long have I been here."

Wei Shun opened his eyes and glanced, and the answer immediately emerged.

"26 hours, 8 minutes and 14 seconds."

Liang De nodded: "Yes, I came here yesterday morning.

You said in the information you sent to me with your eyes underground that you have the ability to know the answers to all questions. Is this the answer you got after asking the question?"

"Yes."

Wei Shun said: "This is the first question I asked after I discovered that I had awakened my ability. My eyes told me that as long as the conditions are sufficient, I can ask the answers to all questions."

"My eyes told you? That's not the case.

It's not the eyes, nor is it some mysterious existence that tells you the answers. Those answers are obtained by your own analysis.

Your ability is not to ask questions, but to search."

"Search? Where to search?"

"Right here."

Liang De slightly turned sideways, stretched out his arm like a waiter guiding a guest in a restaurant, and pointed his five fingers together at the ground.

"The memory of this planet is the database you search. You can search for information accumulated by the blue planet for billions of years, all the creatures in the world, and everything it has witnessed.

What you see and input with your eyes are not conditions, but "keywords". Your ability will search for information from the planet's records based on the input keywords, and then analyze the so-called answers based on the retrieved information.

To put it bluntly, those answers are all your own.

Your thinking cannot keep up with the speed of the extraordinary power, and you cannot see the mechanism, so you think that this is what your eyes tell you.

This blue planet does not know that I No matter how many keywords you enter, you can't find any.

This ability is rare, but there are related records in history.

Is your surname Wei or Bi? "

"Wei, Wei Shun."

Liang De used his divine mind to open the world entry in "Mirror of the World" and flipped through it, saying:

"Then you should be a return of blood.

One thousand and thirty-four years ago, there was a Taoist priest named Wei Huang who lived in the fire on this blue planet. He claimed to have calculated all the secrets of heaven, dared to bet with the earth gods for good and bad luck, and bet with the real dragon for rain, and they could win and lose against each other, evenly divided. I guess that was your ancestor. "

Wei Shun was silent for a long time, wanting to speak, but couldn't speak.

Those apocalyptic answers in the past turned out to be his own ideas, based on his own judgment.

After learning this fact, he didn't know whether he should become more confident or fall into self-doubt from then on.

In the warrior's spiritual perception, this person's aura was shaky, like a candle flame that was about to go out in the wind.

Liang De looked at him and smiled:

"Why, you are used to controlling the overall situation, and you are not used to others knowing more than you?

Brother Wei Shun, there is no such thing as good luck in this world that you can walk the Yangguan Road to the end. When people reach middle age, their urine will be divided. Life will always change. It is better to adapt to the changes earlier and make a choice at the crossroads of life."

Wei Shun stared into Liang De's eyes and asked with words instead of eyes:

"Who are you, why are you here, why do you tell me so much."

Liang De took out a few soul-catching balls with gold on the top and white on the bottom from the Haina Huanzang and released the several soul mosses trapped in the balls.

"Look at these soul mosses and use them as keywords to ask a question.

Ask whether the planet under our feet will usher in the end within a month."

Wei Shun stared at the cotton-like creatures for dozens of seconds, as if he wanted to carve their appearance into his eyes.

Then he closed his eyes and mobilized all his extraordinary power to start searching.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Liang De immediately said to Li Zhixian:

"Where is the sunset simulator you bought from Baihekong? It's the little toy that can simulate forty-three kinds of sunset scenery. Open it and let me pick a color."

"Pick a color? What do you want to do, Lao Liang?"

"No time to talk, just open it first and remember to give me a close-up later."

Five or six minutes later, Wei Shun opened his eyes with cold sweat and trembling all over.

He got the answer, a positive answer.

The moment he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was the overwhelming afterglow of the setting sun.

Across the sky of Huilu Park, a late blood sun was falling.

In the desolate and magnificent scene, the mysterious man in a black suit looked at the sky with a slightly hoarse voice.

"This is the sunset of mankind."

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Cross-border live broadcast interface, text communication board

"Liang De: How's it, Brother Xian! It's much better than the head-breaking move you thought!"

"Li Zhixian: Why did you dye those chocolates red again... Haven't you ever eaten red dragon fruit?"

"Liang De:???"

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