Seeing the golden light, Han 3000 finally slowed down and smiled coldly: "why? Now willing to come out? I thought you were going to hide for a lifetime."
"Can I not come out? If I don't come out again, I'm afraid you have completely destroyed my broken place." Ba Huang Tian Shu had no choice but to smile bitterly.
"Next time, can you change your move? You really make me tremble." Eight wasteland books have no language.
It's really painful to set fire to the temple at any time.
Han 3000 smiled coldly and said with disdain: "just these shameless things you did, don't say you completely lost your place. Even if you did it together, it's not too much."
"You should know what you're doing behind your back?" Han 3000 shouted coldly.
I don't understand what these words mean
"And pretend to be confused with me?" Han 3000 said coldly.
Ba Huang Tian Shu was very helpless: "although this is the world I control, I should know everything that happens. But you should also know one thing. I have an appointment with you, but where you are, I have not set up any way to eavesdrop or monitor anything."
"What happened to you in the bamboo house? How can I know?" There are some innocent ways in the eight wasteland books.
Hearing this, Han 3000 frowned. Although it was reasonable, to be honest, Han 3000 really didn't believe it.
There is no one else in this place, or except this guy, all the others are their own subordinates and friends. In terms of cultivation and ability, there can never be anyone who can control the fierce beast of tianzhiqiongqi.
Only this damn eight wasteland book, this is his territory, and he is fully capable of controlling everything here.
"But I really say it's not me, do you believe it? Besides, I can understand if others say that only I can do it here, but it shouldn't be said from your mouth."
Han 3000 frowned and wondered, "what do you mean?"
"You should know better than any of them that there are tombs of great gods in some places here. Those are the true gods of your eight worlds. Although they are dead, their true gods' souls are trapped here forever. They also have the ability to complete the operations you just called." Ba Huang Tian Shu Dao.
"The soul of true God?" Han 3000 frowned.
"You can also call them that, but I usually call them another name." Ba Huang Tian Shu smiled.
"Another name?"
"Corruptor." Ba Huang Tian Shu smiled.
"Corruptor?"
"Yes, those wronged souls trapped in a place can't get any detachment, so they are gradually trapped here. Over time, these wronged souls integrate with here and have their unique way of existence."
"You've seen them, but you haven't really seen them."
Han 3000 frowned. When he first came to the eight wasteland Tianshu, before entering the tower, he did see many tombs of true gods, and even countless dead souls attacking himself, but those were just dead souls.
What is seen, what is not really seen.
It seems to be possible to imagine Han 3000's confusion. Ba Huang Tianshu smiled and said, "they actually live here in a more strange way."
"If you want to solve your confusion, you should go to them instead of losing your temper with me."
Hearing this, Han three thousand teeth clenched and listened to its tone. It seemed that tianzhiqiongqi was really not influenced by the eight wasteland Tianshu, but the ghosts were playing tricks.
This also seems to make sense.
It seems that if we want to unlock the past, we must start with these dead souls.
Moreover, if these guys exist, it seems that they will do some harm to the residence of Han 3000 and others.
"Where are they? You take me."
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