MTL - Virtue is Abundant-Chapter 87 The king who killed himself!

after an hour.

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Wu Xiaode has already flown out of the coastline and fluttered on the vast sea.

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According to the navigation, it should be almost there.

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He looked around, and sure enough, he saw a rocky island.

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is it here?

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Asuka took out her phone and glanced at it.

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Well, here it is.

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He flew down, changed into a man again, and looked around.

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I saw that the entire island was only the size of a football field, and there seemed to be nothing but rocks all over the ground.

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strangeness.

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It's here!

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The Book of the Undead was automatically opened, revealing a map.

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Sure enough, this is the island.

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There is a striking red mark on the back of the island, with the words on the side:

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"The red mark is the last safe house underground, and its access code is:"

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"734876x34235sg12p"

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"Locker password: d76892v19652537"

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"Safe house coordinates: 32°20' north latitude, 64°45' west longitude;"

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"Underground: 135.12 meters."

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Yes, the target is 135.12 meters underground!

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But how is this going to go?

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He walked around the island and found the red mark.

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Pushing aside the pile of rubble on the ground, Wu Xiaode suddenly found a rusty iron gate hidden underneath.

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The iron door seemed to be embedded in the ground, tightly closed, and I didn't know how to open it.

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There is a microphone icon drawn on the iron gate. After years of erosion, it has become a little blurry.

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Wu Xiaode raised his head and glanced at the Book of the Dead.

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Access code...

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He cleared his throat and said, "734876x34235sg12p."

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Waited for a while.

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rumbling—

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The iron gate opened automatically, revealing a broken down passageway.

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Wu Xiaode walked in.

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The iron door closed tightly behind him immediately.

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Boom!

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The echoes kept ringing, and it took a while for it to calm down.

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There is no light.

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It was dark all around.

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Wu Xiaode released the silent magic fog, and the whole person continued to walk down under the shroud of the magic fog.

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Soon he came to a corridor.

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There is a long row of lockers next to the corridor, and looking forward, there is an iron door.

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A locker...

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Wu Xiaode walked to the row of lockers and clicked "fetch" on the access interface.

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Soon a keyboard popped up and asked him to enter the password.

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Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead, and quickly entered a line of password:

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d76892v19652537.

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——I really don’t know how those officers and undead got these codes.

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Drop drop drop!

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The locker made a sound.

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Snapped!

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A cabinet door popped open.

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I saw a badge and a letter placed in the cabinet.

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Wu Xiaode took out the letter first, opened it, and saw a few lines of small characters written on a blank torn page:

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"We won't live long."

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"In order to fight this despair, today, all of us worked together to kill a 'participant', and even his soul was completely torn apart by us."

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"Except me, everyone chose to commit suicide."

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"—This is to keep secrets."

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"After all, this is the only hope."

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"I'm responsible for putting the badges of 'participants' here for future generations."

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"As a necromancer, I will save my soul and find a way to select suitable candidates from among the awakened human beings."

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"If you see this letter, it proves that I chose you."

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"Go and see the truth of this world."

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"If possible, please do something."

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"Even if—"

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"It's for yourself."

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"ps: Wear the 'Participant' badge, and consume 1 point of soul power every minute to activate its power."

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"It will let everyone know that you are a 'participant'."

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Wu Xiaode stretched out his hand, took out the badge, and spread it in the palm of his hand to examine it carefully.

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This is a square badge, which is a bit like a mobile phone, but only as long as one finger and as wide as two fingers.

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I saw a few lines of small characters displayed on the badge:

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"Current scene: school."

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"User: Protoss Empire."

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School?

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What does it mean?

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Wu Xiaode put the badge on his chest.

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Almost in an instant, a few lines of small ice crystal words appeared on the Book of the Undead:

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"You consumed a little soul power to activate the 'Participant' badge."

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"Current soul power: 3/11."

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"You are a 'participant'."

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"Now you can enter that iron gate."

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Wu Xiaode pondered for a while, strode to the iron gate, and pushed it open.

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Peng!

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The door closed behind him.

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Wu Xiaode found himself standing in a school classroom.

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There were seven or eight people standing around.

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There was only one person sitting on the podium with a cigar in his mouth and Erlang's legs crossed.

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He has a beard on his face, and his eyes are cold and fierce.

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Opposite him, a blood-soaked boy was held by two people's hands, knelt on the ground, and groaned in pain.

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This young man was obviously tortured, and he no longer had a piece of good flesh on his body.

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When Wu Xiaode appeared, everyone looked at him.

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"It's a participant." Someone said.

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"Ah, it's my own, so there's no need to worry about him, let's continue." The man sitting on the podium flicked the ashtray and said.

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Everyone's eyes focused on the boy again.

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"I'm really...just a high school student...why are you hitting me..."

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The boy's face was full of tears, and he said in an innocent and painful tone.

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He vomited blood continuously from his mouth, and it seemed that he could not survive.

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——He even wore a school uniform.

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Everyone around was laughing.

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"Hahaha, he said he was a high school student!"

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"Did you hear that!"

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"God, this prison is so interesting, he actually thinks he is a high school student!"

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Wu Xiaode didn't want to appear too out of place, so he burst into laughter.

The Book of the Dead opened in front of him:

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"You consumed a little soul power to activate the 'Participant' badge."

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"Current soul power: 2/11."

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"You are a 'participant'."

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A minute has passed so quickly!

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Wu Xiaode felt a little nervous.

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Crow appeared quietly, landed on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Be careful, these people are very unusual. If I supply you with my soul power here, they will immediately perceive it."

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"Understood." Wu Xiaode said.

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The current minute has already begun.

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After this minute has passed, there are still two minutes.

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In these three minutes, I have to figure things out, and then find an excuse to avoid these people.

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The crowd laughed for a while.

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The man sitting on the podium touched his beard and seemed to be a little disillusioned. He waved his hand and said:

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"It's enough to beat him, and the torture is almost the same. I think it's better to wake up his ability quickly and take it away."

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"Good idea, but once his ability is awakened, the punishment mechanism of the prison will be activated." Someone said.

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"It's nothing more than asking for money, I'll pay - go, wake up his ability." The man with the beard said.

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The crowd gradually became serious.

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Four men with strong aura stepped forward and surrounded the boy, chanting long incantations one after another.

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The man with the beard whispered:

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"Alfonso, you cruel king, now I want to take away your once mighty power and use it to create my own empire."

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The mantra is over.

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The boy still knelt on the ground and didn't move.

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But a brilliant light suddenly shot out from his body and enveloped him.

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He fell into some kind of confusion.

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Take a breath.

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Two breaths.

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Three breaths.

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The boy's expression and temperament have changed.

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"Bah!"

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He spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at the man on the podium opposite.

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"You came to find me in the prison just to steal my ability?" the boy said in a mocking tone.

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Everyone looked at each other.

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"That's not right, why did you wake up the memory?" the man wondered.

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The boy laughed loudly: "My ability is so powerful that some people must covet it, so I used my last strength to keep my ability sealed in my memory. Once my ability is to be awakened, I must first awaken my memory—"

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"Your plans have failed!"

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"Alfonso, because of you, the entire Galaxy Fleet was destroyed. It's all your fault." The man said.

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The teenager laughed and said, "Poor little boy, how are you doing now? Do you still have a sense of justice when you are a slave?"

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Snapped!

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He was slapped.

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The man roared: "The Protoss Empire has indeed conquered us, but our lives are much better than before - if you hadn't fully opposed them, my father and sister wouldn't have to die on the battlefield, it's all your fault!"

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The young man said with heavy eyes: "Let me guess, are you free to buy and sell organs now? All kinds of psychoactive poisons are no longer banned? People can go to the Protoss Empire to be low-level workers as long as they sell their dignity? The state's The mines are all controlled by the Protoss Empire? Let me tell you, you are finished."

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"Shut up! At least we're still alive, and you've been thrown into prison!" the man snapped.

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"My only failure was being overconfident when I was besieged," the boy sneered, "and you betrayed everyone in exchange for your own temporary safety-maybe you can fool yourself, but one day, you will know The fate of being a dog."

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"Go! Deprive him of his ability!" the man shouted loudly.

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Seven or eight men stepped forward together, and they took out strange devices one after another, and they were about to put them on the boy.

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"Don't think about it." The young man said calmly.

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He stood still.

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Poof!

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A streak of blood spurted out of him.

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The young man slowly lowered his gaze.

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His eyes were full of disdain, he looked down at everyone, and spit out the last word:

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"Idiots."

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His head hit the ground heavily.

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he died.

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A moment of silence.

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Several men looked at each other in dismay, and said in fear, "Sir, I didn't have time..."

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"Forget it, he would rather die than surrender his abilities," the man stood up from the podium and said in a gloomy voice, "This place will be used by the demons soon, let's go."

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"Kill Alfonso, the Protoss should be satisfied." One person said.

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"Of course, someone is watching this matter."

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"It's complete."

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The crowd quickly agreed.

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Their figures gradually disappeared and disappeared from the classroom.

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One minute left!

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Wu Xiaode walked to the headless corpse of the young man and looked at him carefully.

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The soul in this body looks like the monarch of some high-level human civilization!

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Even such characters are imprisoned in prison.

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Gee.

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Then, who am I?

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Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and suddenly remembered another thing.

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Here is a parallel world three years later.

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When I return to my own world—

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In our world, can I find him first?

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Once such a person awakens, he must have extremely powerful power.

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Humans need awakeners!

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Wu Xiaode immediately began to **** on the boy's body~www.novelbuddy.com~ The book of the dead showed a line of ice crystals that counted down:

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"There are 15 seconds left!"

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"caution."

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"Countdown to 14 seconds!"

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"13,"

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"12,"

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"11,"

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"10,"

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Wu Xiaode took his hand out of the boy's pocket.

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He found a note.

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It says:

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"Teacher Zhang:"

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"Because of my health, I need to take a day off and go to the hospital to see a doctor. Please approve."

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"Student on leave: Li Kunlun."

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"Class: Senior Three (Class Five)."

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it is good!

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This is it!

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Wu Xiaode took the leave slip, turned around and ran desperately, returned to the place where the iron gate was, pushed open the door and walked out.

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time up!

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Peng!

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The iron door closed tightly.

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