I’m Really Not Faye

The shadows are extremely dark, and they are in it, as if facing an endless sky ladder.

Lynch stood in the darkness.

After losing the blessing of "absolutely rational personality", he naturally can't display the second ring of "dark vision", and the "dark vision" of the dragon can only work in low light conditions.

Therefore, at this moment, he was completely "blind", unable to see his fingers.

He counted the beating sounds of his heart on this dark and cold earth. He had walked for two or three hours. The front had never changed. It was still a void, untouchable.

He seemed to be exiled in an eternal void.

One hour.

Two hours.

three hours.

...

round-the-clock.

The "Qi Ling" in the memory palace also dissipated, and no matter how Lynch called again, he would never come here anymore.

There was no hunger in the abdomen, but Lynch had noticed that his own breathing had begun to become rapid, the cold sweat on the back gradually emerged, and the anxiety and fear were growing.

He even suspected that his retina was not as fast as the white light spots of flying insects, and that it was a real existence rather than an illusion in his mind.

He understood that he had suffered from "claustrophobia".

Even a person with a strong psychological quality will fall into panic in the face of this mysterious horror scene that has no hint and no way to break the situation.

Lynch did not look up to the sky and sighed, feeling that if he could perform the slightest zero-ring "light dancing technique", he would not fall into this embarrassing situation.

Because the moment he just came in, he discovered a cruel reality.

He is still in a "dead magic zone".

The so-called dead magic zone means that there are no occult particles in this area, and it is even like an absolute vacuum zone, which is equivalent to the "anti-magic field" in all kinds of uniqueness.

Therefore, all the magic items in Lynch's body have lost its effect. He even had to be grateful that he didn't carry a dimensional bag or the like, otherwise the power of the space would be lost, and the entire bag would have to burst on the spot, and all the contents in it would fall out.

He controlled his thoughts, trying to recall all the relevant knowledge of "dead magic".

However, "dead magic" is also an extremely taboo topic in Blue Star, no less than the rebellious Urel Mage, he only knows a thing or two by relying on the dragon's inheritance.

Prophecy spells cannot detect all the news in the dead magic zone, and the wizard cannot use "teleport" and other corresponding spells to enter the dead magic zone.

Except for those permanent plane portals.

Lynch understands that own limit time is not as long as he imagined.

He forced himself to continue thinking, revisiting today's bit by bit.

Just after the Illusion Art master Heizi used the "Meteor Burst" method with a powerful light and shadow effect, his eyes were turned white because of the scorching light, and when his sight was restored, he was in this mysterious area. inside.

Who is it that "quietly" put him here, not letting him and the Illusion Art master Heizi go desperately.

And the opponent has no road from beginning to end.

Even to solve the puzzle, you have to give some props, right?

Like in the "Road of the Mage", he was imprisoned in a coffin, at least his idea was obviously to break the coffin.

It was pitch black now, there was nothing to be touched, and Lynch didn't know where to break the game.

suddenly.

A bright light leaped into the air.

A coin was shining with a strange light, flipped continuously in the void, and then reached the highest static state, then fell vertically.

The sound of "shoo" coins was crisp and sweet.

"Words or flowers?"

Asked with a voice that was as cold as the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Coins, guess the positives and negatives.

There was a faint shadow of daylight in the void in front of him, and Lynch used his finger to cover it in front of him to avoid damage to his eyesight, before he replied for a long time.

"Character."

"Wrong, it's noodles."

The coin was flipped, and the emblem of the Mage Guild on the secret gold coin mocked him slightly.

The light and shadow disappeared.

It seems that the footprints of hope have been re-covered by the vast university, and all traces have been lost.

the next day.

Light and shadow appeared again.

Repeated coin flips.

Similar questioning words.

"Word." "Wrong."

The same answer remains.

The scene repeats itself.

The third day.

Lynch is still "word".

The fourth day.

Lynch is still a "word".

For ten full days, his answer has not changed.

It's just that every time, he guessed wrong.

Even the "mysterious light and shadow" that appeared regularly "every day" became his daily hope.

In the first few days, Lynch also entrusted the academy to draw people out to find him after discovering his disappearance. After all, he had already shown enough "value".

Especially the King of the Mage of the Transformation System knows the details of his ground and will definitely look for it at all costs.

Repeatable time brings only disappointment.

It's like a retail investor watching a million-handed order on the limit, desperately not even daring to give birth to the hope of an absolute counterattack.

In the last few days, his whole spirit has turned to the daily timing.

Even on the tenth day, there was already a voice in his mind whispering softly--

"Why don't you switch to noodles today?"

But in an instant there was another rebuttal voice, "If you change to the noodles, what should I do if the words are written today?"

"Yeah, I have faced each other ten times. This time it must be a word. One-half to the tenth power. That's a one-thousandth probability. If you want to know that throwing a dice, the probability of three ones appearing is only two hundred and one hundred. One sixteenth."

"Persistence is victory."

"It is still wrong to continue walking on the wrong road."

The sunk costs make it hard for Lynch to return.

He began to deeply understand why his parents, a high-ranking official, and his classmates who inherited dozens of buildings in Pengcheng, owed huge debts to the casino in the next city.

If people do not believe in fate, there is a small probability that people will lose their fortunes.

the eleventh day.

"Letter or face?" The voice remained the same.

In the first few days, Lynch ran up and chased him so that his throat was full of smoke and his lungs were out of breath, but the ball of light seemed to be right in front of him, like a horizon that could never be reached.

Lynch choked in his throat and said after a long time.

"Character."

"mistaken."

The pace of time, in the eyes of hopeful people, is accumulation is progress.

But in the eyes of those suffering from Life, it is the credit card bill that needs to be repaid tomorrow, Houtian's rent, water and electricity.

Life is enough for people to grow.

Similarly, choice is also suffering every time Lynch's heart.

But he did not regret it.

He didn't even comfort himself, he didn't try to convince himself--

The other party is deliberately teasing himself. If he answers the question, the other party will make mistakes, but it is actually a word.

He understands that this is meaningless.

Lynch once missed it too. At that time, he could only cover his face and not think about how to face it after tomorrow.

When people choose to get drunk, it is more to prevent themselves from recalling painful memories.

If a tearable wound is not healed, it will only continue to fester.

finally.

On the thirtieth day, almost a full month arrived.

Still full of stubble, pale, but Lynch, whose eyes are still sharp and energetic, finally greeted the mysterious problem——

"You have lost so many times, don't change? Anyway, guess the probability is 12, change will not lose, maybe this time you will be hit." The mysterious voice bewildered.

Lynch shook his head lightly.

"Probability is, but fate is not."

-----

"Once, a lot of interesting prey came to the dark well on the 73rd floor of the abyss. Whenever these fresh prey comes, we prisoners will pick the right own prey."

"prey?"

Listening to the mysterious person claiming to be a prisoner, Lynch is even more curious as a prey.

"Yes, we are not so stupid to think that we can leave this cage with you." The mysterious man smiled. "In fact, the prisoners wish we could use you as a life-saving board so that we can plant the poison. Needle, we completely squeeze our feelings. Before being imprisoned for immortality and eating wiped puppets, what choice do you think those prisoners would make?"

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