Wilheim put down the needlework in his hand, looked up at Hawkins, and smiled, "You are a little smarter than Hawkins in my timeline."

"Then why don't you look for the captain of your timeline?" asked Mark II.

Wilheim said seriously: "Before asking questions..."

"Oh, then I really hug you...sorry, I pretended that I didn't ask any questions." Mark II said unhappy.

He didn't like Wilheim, mainly because Wilheim came here and he was the first to be the master of this place.

Wilheim suddenly looked constipated. He gritted his teeth and seemed to be trying to stop something, but in the end he spoke with a discomfort: "Because Hawkins in my timeline has been smashed to death."

At this time, Shabi, who had 0 on his forehead, walked over and couldn't help laughing in a low voice after seeing this scene.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Mark One.

Shabi smiled and said, "He is so similar to my father. My father also has the problem of having to answer other people's questions. As long as others ask questions, even if he doesn't know the answer, he will try his best to find the answers and then answer the questioner. This disease is called the 'good teacher disease' in the consciousness world. Generally, people with good teacher disease often become great scholars."

"Yes, I have a good teacher disease, but please remember to add Professor Will before asking questions, or call me my name directly." Willheim said with a look of indifference.

Good teacher's illness?

Good teacher?

Hawkins knew it in his heart and said indifferently: "Then talk about the serious business, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

"I need you to gather everyone and build a laboratory here. You are the first timeline of Hawkins. It should allow everyone to cooperate. We spend a hundred and a thousand years in the infinite magic field, and it is only a moment for the outside world. So we have enough time to study and crack the infinite magic field, but this requires everyone to work together." Wilheim said bluntly.

Shabi suddenly said, "This is a really good idea. I can learn all the knowledge here. After I go out, I will definitely become the fastest scholar to become a professor in the world of consciousness in history!"

"If there is a lab, how long will it take for you to crack the infinite magical field?" Hawkins asked.

Wilheim spread his hands and said, "I don't know, it may be a hundred years or a thousand years, but this is the most reliable method. You can't count on those people, right?"

When he spoke, he pointed to other people who were discussing together. The problem was that these people were discussing and finally they became playing mahjong or playing cards. Some of them even started a civil war again, and their heads were bleeding.

Hawkins glanced at other groups. Although there were still many people who were really discussing and thinking seriously, they were mostly fighting. So he nodded and said, "Then build a laboratory, but I may not be able to provide the equipment you need."

"There will be everything we want there." Willheim pointed to the sky that was still pouring.

Next, Hawkins began to wander around and convince others to participate. After all, it was the real Hawkins. Other Hawkins would not object to his request, so thousands of people soon joined in.

A day later, a lab similar to a church was built.

The main body of the laboratory is actually a church. Several Hawkins worked together to pull out the wreckage of the building from the pile of corpses, and then they were used directly after repairing it. In the following days, with the laboratory as a lesson, many people gradually went to the pile of corpses to search for buildings or other materials, and various buildings quickly appeared on the entire mountain.

Many mothers live in the house with their children, which becomes like a small town.

Finally, the sky stopped pouring out various corpses and buildings. Everyone who had already prepared them immediately rushed out of the barrier and began to rescue the people in the pile of corpses.

In the laboratory, Hawkins stayed with Wilheim.

"If you want to study the infinite miraculous force field, you must first know what the miraculous force field is. For most scholars, miraculous force field is a force field formed by the large number of miraculous fairies to a certain extent, but this answer is actually as meaningless as 'the sun is a big fireball'." Wilheim adjusted the instrument in his hand and said slowly to Hawkins.

He is worthy of being a good teacher.

Hawkins was quiet and didn't speak.

"The weird witch is...you call it the false world, right? The weird witch is the most peculiar life in the false world. They do not belong to any space. The creatures in the false world are divided into two categories, one is the space primitive creatures, and the other is the heterozygous space creature. The former is the protozoa that existed before the world was incorporated into the false world. For example, the angel tribe on Butler's holy mountain is this kind of. As for the heterozygous space creatures, it is actually... You should see the nameless fog over there, which should be easy to understand." Wilheim continued.

Hawkins concluded: "Where is such a weirdo?"

"The wicked monsters do not belong to these two categories. Their nature, in my understanding, is chaos. They are individuals and can only create illusions, but the essence of illusions is actually a possibility. Therefore, for a long time, the wicked monsters were considered by scholars to have the ability to see through the human heart, but in fact, the wicked monsters cannot see through the human heart." Wilheim replied.

At this time, Mark II pushed the door and spoke, "Captain, something is not good, the nameless mist is coming to us!"

"Isn't it eating a corpse?" Hawkins said in surprise.

Wilheim guessed: "Maybe He wants to change his taste and eat some living people?"

The two quickly walked out of the laboratory with Mark II. Sure enough, the nameless fog that was originally located in the middle of the island was floating towards the mountain. From time to time, there were still corpses falling out of the black fog and falling on the ground to turn into a pool of mosaics.

"Captain, I'll go and see it for a while!" Mark One said to Hawkins holding the Fangtian Painted Ridge.

However, Hawkins used his invisible spell to hold Mark One and stopped Mark One from going to die. Mark One said in confusion: "Captain, why don't you let me go? In the infinite magical field, we are all immortal existences. I have long wanted to fight against opponents of this level. It's rare to have an opportunity. Let me go!"

"Are you sure you won't die?" Hawkins asked back.

Mark One looked at Willheim and said, "Didn't Professor Will say that? In the infinite magical field, we will not die."

"No, I mean the boundary of life and death in the infinite magical field has become very blurred. As long as you don't think you're dead, you won't die, so do you really think you won't die?" Wilheim asked.

Mark One nodded and said, ‘Of course, I will definitely not die.’

"Are you really sure you're sure you won't die?" Wilheim asked again.

Mark One frowned and said, "Of course, I'm sure I'm sure I won't die."

"It's really that sure?" Willheim looked at Mark One with a smile.

Mark One was a little uneasy and waver, "It seems... it's not that sure."

"It is difficult for human thinking to be 100% controlled. I remember there is a word in the world where you are called 'The heart is like a swimming fish and the mind is like a flying bird'. It means that the human heart is swimming around like a fish, the consciousness is like a flying bird and does not land in the ground, and does not think that you are dead. This is actually a very difficult thing. It requires much more than willpower." Wilheim said seriously.

Mark One looked at the Mist of Nameless and said helplessly: "What should I do now? The Mist of Nameless is coming."

"I have actually studied the nameless fog. Strictly speaking, the nameless fog is a hybrid space creature with relatively strong inertia. He rarely takes the initiative, or has never moved. So I am actually skeptical whether this nameless fog is the nameless fog." Wilheim raised a finger and looked at the nameless fog.

Mark One said crazy: "What's the point of saying this?"

"No, I'm just a professor. Do you want me to fight? I can't fight at all. This should be what you barbarians should do." Wilheim shouted immediately.

Mark One's eyes were covered in blood, and he stared at Willheim and said, "Then what you said, I thought you had a solution!!!"

"Is there no way to speak? Everyone is born with the right to speak!" Wilheim retorted.

Mark II looked at the quarrels and walked to Hawkins for a moment and asked, "Captain, what should I do?"

"Don't attack first, see what the Nameless Mist wants to do." Hawkins was also unsure of his mind. After all, the Nameless Mist's strength is much stronger than everyone here.

Although the body of the nameless fog that appears in the infinite magical field is much smaller than that of the normal nameless fog, the nameless fog is the nameless fog, and its position is there, which is an indisputable fact.

Everyone on the mountain was paying attention to the nameless fog. The nameless fog floated in front of the mountain, and suddenly a few words gathered: "I am the nameless fog, the great king of darkness!"

"What does it mean?" Mark II asked strangely as he looked at the words condensed from the nameless mist.

Hawkins shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it may be announcing his existence."

This guy, the word condensed by the nameless mist has changed to "all of you, surrender or die."

"Is this trying to enslave us?" Mark II frowned, and his hands slightly tightened the Fang Tian Hua Ji.

Sure enough, the next moment, many people launched their attacks directly, and the dense attacks fell on the body of the Wuming Mist, but they all passed through the Wuming Mist.

"There is a question, why did the Nameless Mist do not attack and make us surrender before, but it just started now?" Hawkins frowned.

Wilheim guessed: "Maybe he was hungry?"

"Maybe I didn't find us?" Mark One guessed.

Then the two looked at each other with dissatisfaction and quarreled again.
Chapter completed!