Without saying a word, Wang Xiaoming took out the paper and pen in his pocket and handed it to him.

"?" Barr took it speechlessly.

Wang Xiaoming said: "What is written on it?"

Bardau: "Any contestants who come to the amusement park must abide by the following regulations: take care of public property, do not spit anywhere, throw fruit peels and paper scraps, and do not make loud noises, which will affect others' passing."

Wang Xiaoming Mi's broken bones and scars and spring pine trees!

"You've seen it before?"

"Well. I really want to memorize the rules of elementary school students when I was a child." Wang Xiaoming was surprised that he still remembered it.

Bar: "..." Is this a thoughtful and conscience that crosses boundaries?

Wang Xiaoming said: "Do we just need to remember these?" If it is really a primary school student's code, even if he can't memorize it thoroughly, he should be able to guess. In short, just treat himself as the little white lotus of the motherland.

Bar said: "No." He took out the bottle containing Xiang Wenjie's blood and poured it on the sign.

Wang Xiaoming: "..." He remembered Edwin said that if the blood was left alone, it could be refilled back into Xiang Wenjie's body. Thinking of Xiang Wenjie's pale and weak face before leaving, his guilt grew wildly like a vine.

Bart cover the lid and throw the bottle back into space.

The color of the brand dimmed slightly and slowly lit up. Heavenly text slowly stretched out from the far left side of the first line, jumping up and down, and circled around, like dancing.

Wang Xiaoming heard a gentle and gentle music slowly ringing in his ears, mixed with ethereal songs, as if there were, intermittently, like the sound of nature. In a trance, there seemed to be a bright cloud in front of him, and it seemed to be the clearest spring in the mountain stream, which calmed his heart slowly.

He shook his head and couldn't help but want to ask Barr what was going on, but he saw that he was staring at the sign with all his attention, his eyes not blinking, which was rare and serious, and his mouth closed very consciously.

The first line is written to the bottom, and at the same time as the second line appears, the paradise text in the first line slowly disappears at the same speed.

Wang Xiaoming's heart tightened slightly, and he didn't know how much Barr remembered. He tried hard to identify these twisting lines while listening to the music so that when Barr forgot, he could provide some clues.

The speed of writing on the heavenly text on the brand is getting faster and faster, but the singing is getting weaker and weaker, and then disappears without a trace with the heavenly text on the brand.

In the end, Wang Xiaoming's pupils were completely filled with twisted lines, and everything was a line to the end. So when Barr's face appeared in front of him, he automatically simplified his facial features into line drawings.

"What are you looking at?" Barr reached out and flicked his forehead.

Wang Xiaoming felt pain and woke up suddenly, and asked quickly: "How do you remember?"

Barr's face was strange, "This question... should be from Cain."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Why do you say that? Ah, is it all about Cain written on it?"

Bard said: "No. It has nothing to do with Cain, but it has something to do with heaven."

...

Cain? Paradise?

Wang Xiaoming tried very hard to get the two involved, but he couldn't succeed after a long time.

Bardot: "The above is the Basic Law of Heaven."

Wang Xiaoming's face also became strange, "It's like not spitting everywhere or throwing fruit peels and paper scraps?"

Barr said slowly: "There is only one god between heaven and earth, among the nine realms. Except for Cain, few blood clans should be exposed to it."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned. The gap between the two made him come back to his senses for a long time. The so-called theory and practice, the first question he thought of was, "Did you remember it?"

Bar said angrily: "I have memorized this damn dogma for tens of thousands of years, what do you think?"

Wang Xiaoming clapped his high-fives and said, "That's great!"

...

"You said it's great that I've cared for tens of thousands of years?" Barr's eyes were unkind.

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly denied: "I mean, we will definitely pass this time, it's great."

Barr thought for a while, "So, this question is well done."

"It's simply tailor-made." Wang Xiaoming sighed.

Barr thought: Because Cain is quite good at making questions, he can consider waiting for Cain to help Wang Xiaoming to get overwhelmed by the first time he will not beat him up too badly... at most he will sleep tens of thousands of years.

Of course, there is absolutely no such word for revenge in his mind, so there is no need to mention negative emotions related to this word, such as guilt.

"Then let's go in." Wang Xiaoming was already full of confidence in passing the level.

The two of them moved forward with their heads raised, and opened the door of the low house together, and then -

Barr cursed a low sentence.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the two identical doors blankly, similar lines on the door, and curiously said, "What's wrong?"

"You need to be backwards." Barr frowned.

Wang Xiaoming: "..." Not to mention rules and regulations such as primary school students' rules, even if it is a common company and a famous school, it is difficult to turn it over.

He silently raised Barr's hand holding paper and pen, and said sincerely: "A good memory is not as good as a bad pen."

Bar: "…"

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and looked at Barr and lowered his head to write down the Basic Law of Heaven.

The smooth lines flowed out from the tip of his pen, and the melody that looked like nature seemed to echo in his mind again.

"Bar..." Wang Xiaoming stopped writing and whispered, "Have you heard any singing?"

"Singing?" Barr was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Did you hear a group of neither men nor women singing?"

"..." Wang Xiaoming didn't know whether to answer or not.

"Just listen to this kind of song occasionally." Barr seemed to remember some unbearable memories.

Wang Xiaoming said: "I think it sounds very good. If it is made into CD, it will definitely sell it wildly."

"No matter how good the sound is, you will be tired of listening to tens of thousands of years." Barr curled his lips.

Wang Xiaoming said: "But every time I listen to the national anthem, I can't help but feel excited and I won't get tired of it no matter how I listen."

"That's because you've lived for more than twenty years."

"..." Wang Xiaoming tried hard to imagine the mentality he should have for tens of thousands of years, but the final result was that he could not imagine, "Bar, is immortality very painful for you?"

Barr frowned and said, "Why do you ask that?"

"Nothing. I just can't imagine what I would do if I lived forever." Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a little scared. There were many movies about vampires, and many of the vampires were so lonely that they couldn't survive and die. He was afraid that he would become like that one day and then go crazy.

"Then you don't have to imagine." Barr shrugged, "Didn't you say that you can't imagine what eternal life can pursue?"

Wang Xiaoming said embarrassedly: "Do you still remember?"

"I will tell you my answer now. Eternal life does not have to pursue anything deliberately." Barr said proudly, "Pursuit is because human life is limited, so you set goals and steps for yourself. But when you enjoy eternal life, you no longer have this limitation. Because you can squander tens of thousands of years of life at will until you feel that you have something you want to do."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned when he heard this.

"I still remember what you said about roe fish and fish and fish and fish and fish and fish..." Barr tried hard to repeat his original words.

Wang Xiaoming said: "How can you know the joy of fish if you don't have fish?"

Barr raised his eyebrows and said, "Well. It's probably this. You will soon have eternal life, so from now on, you can think about the problem from a different perspective."

Wang Xiaoming repeated in a low voice: "Change the perspective of thinking?"

“For example, from now on you don’t have to watch the time to live.”

"Ah." Wang Xiaoming glanced at the two doors from the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim.

Barr said: "What's wrong?"

"There's no time!"

Bar: "..." Is this considered shattering?

"The numbers on the door are counting down!" Wang Xiaoming widened his eyes nervously.

Bar turned his head. Sure enough, in addition to Heavenly Text, there was an additional countdown number on the two doors, and now the number has jumped from 43 to 42.

"Damn it!" Barr hugged Wang Xiaoming and clamped it under his armpit, and rushed towards the door on the right like lightning.

During the whole process, Wang Xiaoming only heard the door open and open, his head kept shaking, and the ground in front of him kept flashing.

So much so that when Barr took 30 seconds to rush out of the maze and had 12 seconds to let the maze door slowly play by himself, Wang Xiaoming's feeling was not that he finally stopped, but why the earth began to shake left and right.

"Are you okay?" Barr put Wang Xiaoming down.

Wang Xiaoming staggered back and forth, left and right two back and forth, and slowly waved his hand at him, "I'm fine... nauseating!"

"..." Barr helped him, who was vomiting so dark, and said slowly, "That's good."

No matter how ups and downs the process of passing the level are, the maze has been passed.

The next level is -

Wang Xiaoming and Barr looked at the abyss under their feet and floating in the air ahead at the same time, because the distance seemed to be as big as eye poop.

"Just jump from here to there?" Wang Xiaoming thought curiously: This should not be difficult, right? After all, all the blood clans can turn into bats, and they can pass the level as long as they turn into bats and fly over.

Bar picked up a stone from the ground and threw it forward.

A strong wind suddenly blew around, which instantly rolled out the stones out of sight.

Wang Xiaoming's face turned pale. Can Barr's wings withstand such a powerful wind? The blood clan jumping in the air is easily scraped away, right?

Barr clapped his hands, suddenly leaned over, and picked him up.

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously hugged his neck, "Bar?"

Barr's mouth curled, "It looks like the road is a bit long, you can have a sleep first."

Wang Xiaoming tightened his hand holding his neck, raised his upper body, and kissed him on the cheek, "Come on."

Barr turned his head and pecked on his lips before he could even retreat, "You can close your eyes."

Wang Xiaoming closed his eyes obediently.
Chapter completed!