The sun shone from the skylight and shone on the old man. From this perspective, he was just a very ordinary old man. His hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles.

He looked very ordinary, and Wei Huo came to the old man invisible body.

The moment Wei Huo saw this notebook, he understood everything. This ordinary notebook is the Code. The power of rules is circulating in this book. Anyone whose name is written on it must always abide by the laws stipulated in the Code, otherwise he will die.

This is the rule.

Wei Huo came to the old man and saw the old man's eyes. He really wanted to know what this person who ruled the entire city with a pen looked like, how sharp his eyes were, and whether the real emperor was like this.

But unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were very calm and even with a hint of kindness. He was just an ordinary old man, no ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders was not ordinary at all.

The old man waited for about three minutes, as if he was thinking, but he seemed to be thinking nothing. Three minutes was not long, but it was very precious to the old man. The moment of tranquility he could enjoy was probably only the three minutes before writing.

Thinking about nothing is actually a very happy thing...

Then the old man picked up the pen.

At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling light, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see every corner of the city through the stone table.

There is no doubt that the pen is just an ordinary pen, nothing special. It is even a bit shining after being written for a long time, and the paint on the outside has fallen off.

But the old man who picked up this pen seemed to have become a god at this moment, and the momentum on his body emanated, turning this small world into a divine realm.

Why can a person's temperament change so much before and after picking up a pen? I'm afraid it's because the fate of countless people is tied to the old man's hand the moment he picks up the pen.

The old man took off his pen cap and revealed the golden fountain pen tip. The tip was shining with golden light, and there was a gap between the tips. Black ink began to slowly fall from the gap, and finally filled the gap. The golden nib was divided into two parts by a black ink.

Then the old man lifted his pen, looked at the information on one side, and began to write down his name on his notebook.

The old man was not writing quickly, but he wrote very heavily. He wrote every stroke and every stroke very seriously, because this name will determine a person's destiny for a lifetime.

Wei Huo walked over and sat opposite the old man. Then he saw him keep writing down fresh names one after another in his notebook. After writing the names, the ink will soon be dried up. The faint fragrance of ink will be emitted as the moisture evaporates, which has the effect of concentrating and concentrating.

But when the old man wrote the tenth and half of his name, he suddenly stopped because Wei Huo's figure appeared.

The old man stopped, his coherent momentum was suddenly cut off, his eyes flashed constantly, and finally became calm and peaceful. He picked up the pen, but the remaining half of the name was not written. He capped the pen on the pen, then raised his head and looked at Wei Huo with a calm look.

The old man saw Wei Huo's eyes, which were a pair of eyes that represented silence, as if he could not see the huge abyss at the bottom.

Seeing these eyes, the old man understood everything.

The old man closed the notebook, put away the pen, then walked to one side, poured two cups of tea, and brought one to the stone table in front of Wei Huo.

"Please have tea." The old man said lightly.

At this moment, he seemed to have become that ordinary old man again.

Wei Huo took a look at the ordinary notebook. The notebook was closed, the shell was black, and there was no word. It looked really ordinary. This kind of notebook with a cover could be bought in a stationery store for 5 yuan.

"Can I look at this notebook?" Wei Huo asked.

The old man said: "Yes."

Wei Huo stretched out his hand, and the notebook did not leave the stone table, but turned around in a circle, and then Wei Huo opened the first page.

Wei Huo has read the contents in the notebook, which is exactly the same as the "Code Copy", but this notebook is obviously thinner than the "Code Copy Copy". Wei Huo kept turning pages and finally found that the book seemed to be endless.

This is an infinite book, and it can never be translated. Wei Huo quickly translated the content of the law in the "Code" quickly translated. Next, there were names after names, the first name was even traditional Chinese, written in a brush.

Wei Huo kept turning back, not knowing where he started, and his name turned into simplified Chinese characters, and the blue, red, black, and the fonts were also different. This shows that many people have written other people's names in this notebook.

Finally, Wei Huo stopped and flipped because he saw three names, "Gao Huo", "Golden Armor", and "Xiao Qian".

A word of difference reverses everything, and the story is often that simple.

A typo changed everything, changed the fate of this notebook, changed the fate of the old man, and changed the fate of this city.

The old man understood everything, and handed out the pen in his hand and said, "Please write my name in your notebook."

Wei Huo did not take the pen. His purpose was not to become the new controller of the city. His purpose was to completely refine this rule creation and take it for himself, so that the Code of Law became a book of death.

The old man put the pen on the stone table and said, "For the past fifty years, I have been waiting for this moment all the time. I am old and can't write anymore..."

The old man seemed to regard Wei Huo as his heir. He continued: "A long time ago, I broke into Stonehenge like this, trying to change everything with my own strength, but in the end I became a member of this cycle of reincarnation."

Wei Huo spoke at this time: "The true Dharma should exist in people's hearts, and people respect it, but are not afraid of it."

The old man raised his head and spoke slowly: "Everyone understands this truth, but if he stops writing, the world will perish."

Wei Huo knew what the old man meant. If he stopped writing and people found that the rules no longer punished those who violated the law, then the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in people's hearts would be released in an instant, and there would be only one final result, and everything would end.

But for Wei Huo, who practiced the path of nirvana, he had long been used to ending. Everything in this world will have an ending moment, everything will decline, the planet under his feet will die, the sun hanging high in the sky will die, and this universe and the world will also die.

Everything in the world will disappear, but it will also be reborn. If it is not destroyed, it will not be established. If it is destroyed, then it will be established. This is reincarnation.

So Wei Huo did something, and he tore off every page of the words written on his notebook. This notebook is an infinite book. Even if he tore so many pages, the book will not become thinner.

The old man quietly watched Wei Huo tear off the pages of the book. He didn't say much, but just sighed softly.
Chapter completed!