He touched these weeds and butterflies, and they were all real touches.

So... is this a sandbox simulator? It can create a small world independently in this space. It seems that Li Mingyue is playing this kind of small game, so she suddenly disappears indoors.

But why does Li Mingyue play the sandbox game?

Moreover, why does Li Mingyue look extremely painful every time he returns indoors?

Su Mingan took a step forward and wanted to walk around casually, but suddenly heard a "click" sound coming from his feet.

He stepped on a wooden branch.

This is no big deal, and Su Mingan doesn't care.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a violent pain coming from his whole body, as if his bones were breaking—

...

"Ding Dong!"

[You triggered the dead rule.]

[Rule 9217: If there are butterflies and sunflowers all over your body, you cannot break the branches in any situation, otherwise you will die.]

...

Wait, wait...

Su Mingan felt severe pain all over his body, and his breath became weaker and weaker until he died... When he opened his eyes, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was extremely stiff due to the sequelae of death.

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground and let out a "bang".

The wall clock in the church is normal, time is moving. He does not trigger the death retracement, which is not a real death. He just died in the simulation game, so he returned to the church. The butterfly wooden card is the switch to enter the game.

At this moment, inspiration flashed through his heart like lightning.

——He seemed to understand something.

He seemed to... understand.

"Bang", five minutes later, there was a loud noise.

The white hair was like the flowing moonlight, spreading beside Su Ming'an. This was the sixth time that the moon appeared indoors in the whole afternoon.

Li Mingyue's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was stiff. He forced himself to support his body, climbed to the table, picked up the pen with his trembling hands, and wrote down the 9216th rule of death.

The bloodshots filled the pair of light-colored eyes, as if they were about to drip. But he still insisted on writing.

After Li Mingyue finished writing, he saw Su Mingan indoors. For a moment, Li Mingyue showed a rare panic. He obviously didn't want Su Mingan to see this scene.

"You..." Li Mingyue spoke.

"Godfather." Su Ming'an's voice was a little hoarse: "Nine,216 Rules - How many times have they died? Is it yours?"

...

【How many times have there been deaths - it is yours?】

...

There was no summary of rules in the old days at the beginning, and as long as the rules were violated, people would die. People lived in fear.

If humans want to survive, someone must test the rules and response methods of death.

——Until a long time passed, the entire system was improved and became a book.

But there are so many rules of death. It is impossible to test so meticulously by relying on people to try their best. I am afraid that tens of millions of people will not be enough to die.

“…”

Therefore, Li Mingyue built an illusion - the butterfly wooden sign should be a kind of immortal talisman that can build an illusion.

He went in and tried it in person, simulated different real situations, wadeed into various dangers, explored specific death trigger conditions, and figured out how to deal with it. Even if he triggered the dead rule and died, he would not die in reality. At most, he suffered all kinds of tragic pain of death and suffered a severe mental injury. Then, once, again, countless times.

Continuously lying on the ground due to death, constantly re-entering the illusion.

Use death to make this book that blesses the world.

...Nine thousand two hundred and sixteen rules of death.

How many times has he died?

How many people have helped him make up for these deaths?

Su Mingan looked at Li Mingyue's calm pale eyes, his pupils were like ice and snow.

Li Mingyue's face was still pale. He blurted out, a trace of pain flashed across his expression, and immediately changed his words: "Wen...Ming'an, I can do this. You need to do more important things."

"I know." Su Mingan shook his head: "Godfather, I now have a deep understanding of one thing."

"I have said that you cannot fully recognize something." Li Mingyue said.

"I think it's okay to fully understand this matter," said Su Mingan.

"What is it?" Li Mingyue asked.

"I really..."

Su Mingan raised his head.

Before his eyes, dazzling torches and glass bottles, flying poems and paintings passed by the pages of the book that recorded 9,216 rules. The moon stood beside him, her white hair fluttered in the wind, and her pupils had a gentle and clean color.

Finally, Su Mingan looked at the magnificent and quiet blue full moon on the dome. It seemed to be looking back at him gently.
Chapter completed!