After I die, I rely on the merits of the live broadcast room to continue my life

Chapter 286 Little friend

He suddenly gave up the operation and switched the perspective back to the opponent. The anchor from this perspective was showing off the operation the whole time. Nan Xing watched it and found that he didn't make a single mistake.

Needless to say, this game was a complete defeat.

Nan Xing clicked on his homepage again and took a look. He was a gaming boy with a strong talent for gaming. His previous video operations were amazing.

Wang Shuai seemed to have bumped into him while he was playing games. Nan Xing remembered Wang Shuai's evaluation of him as a "natural gamer". In the past, Nan Xing liked to watch him play games live, and he also liked him because of his particularly beautiful hands.

Of course, she is just a fan who watches quietly and never rewards.

Nan Xing returned to the live broadcast room. She didn't know what happened. His level dropped rapidly.

Nan Xing looked at the barrage, and all of them were saying "Shit" on the screen.

At the end of the round, the barrage changed again.

'Hahaha, he is definitely going to break through the defense'

'It turns out that without the heartthrob system, the real level is like this. No wonder his stupid fans don't dare to speak, hahaha'

As soon as the screen went black, he stopped broadcasting.

He didn't show up and rarely spoke. His broadcasts were often accompanied by passionate music. His show took off, which brought him to the peak of his popularity.

Now that he has fallen, he has not spoken.

Nan Xing was in a bad mood, so she could only look at the hot spots.

I went to Weibo again to check out the hot topics, and finally fell asleep when I felt sleepy.

Drowsily, she was woken up by someone, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the old man in front of her.

Nan Xing was surprised: "Old man, we meet again."

Nothing happened recently.

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, we meet again. My little friend is doing well these days."

Nan Xing sat casually and replied with a smile: "It's not bad. How about you, old man? What do you usually do here?"

Nan Xing was a little curious. Is the speed here the same as the outside world?Will the soul feel pain if it is bound here?
Maybe she has been here too many times and other people are no longer curious about her.

Nan Xing looked around. They were either sitting quietly or looking at a certain place and meditating. Occasionally, their expressions showed some pain, as if they were struggling with something.

The old man smiled and said: "Here, I can't do anything. I can only recall the most painful things in the past day by day, until finally I can't remember them anymore, and they disappear."

The old man pointed at a man wearing ancient armor and said, "Look at that man. I heard that he slaughtered a city for his sweetheart, but now he can't even remember his sweetheart's name. His soul His consciousness begins to fade, maybe you will see him next time you come here."

Nan Xing looked over. The man in the armor was staring at one place. He didn't know what he saw through that place. He just stood there quietly, motionless. His soul was not like the old man's. Solid.

Nan Xing looked back at the old man and asked, "Old man, you look like a human being. Are you the last person to be extradited?"

The old man shook his head and did not answer.

He looked at the countless soul shadows in this place, and sighed and said: "Only those who refuse to admit their mistakes will solidify their souls. Only those who doubt that they have done something wrong over the years, and those who waver in their minds, will Gradually fade until it disappears.”

The old man looked at Nan Xing again with a benevolent smile: "In the world where my little friend is now, what are the signs of mysticism? How much faith do people still have in gods?"

Nan Xing's clothes were completely different from theirs, which made her feel out of place with them here.Nan Xing smiled: "Old man, what was the era like in which you lived? What did people believe in?"

Exchange information.

The old man looked at Nan Xing's sly smile. He smiled naturally and said, "In my era, there were monsters, ghosts, and gods. It was very difficult for the human race to survive. It was food for the monsters and demons, and it was a place where countless gods and goddesses went through tribulations and played."

"It's ridiculous to say that this god wants to overcome the tribulation and come to the human world. He provokes countless wars and then becomes enlightened. The human race suffered a lot because of him, but when he finally resisted the annihilation of the race, they regarded him as a god and were extremely grateful."

"The harm caused by the gods to the human race can be forgotten, but the demon race represents evil from birth...The rest...oh, I can't remember it."

The old man stopped talking and looked at Nan Xing with a smile. He had said so much and it was her turn.

Nan Xing was listening enthusiastically. She rolled her eyes to express her silence, and then said: "In my era, all kinds of Taoism have been hidden in the market. People believe in gods but also advocate science. Yin and Yang have two realms, and they are independent of each other. , it is also difficult to encounter some weird things. Some people with weak yang energy may have seen it, but some people will never encounter it in their lives..."

"Those Taoist sects are also corrupt. They appear to be orthodox, but in fact they practice some evil arts. I am very tired. I feel like I am going to die several times."

Nanxing also sighed, she was more relaxed here.

The first time she was injured, she heard many people caring and comforting her, but now only the old man cared about her, and she didn't know what was going on.

The old man smiled: "After thousands of deaths, this is how everyone has come through. Even if you eliminate the evil ways for a while, there will still be others in the future. People's hearts are easy to change."

The human heart is the most insufferable.

Nan Xing also recognized this.

Nan Xing asked again: "Old man, what were you doing at that time?"

The old man closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "I will protect the human race from extinction, get rid of the demons, and stop those gods from playing in the world, making it rain or something."

"Can you make rain, little friend?"

The old man looked at Nan Xing and asked.

Nan Xing shook his head, could she be that powerful?Control the storm?
The old man smiled: "It doesn't matter, my little friend can still learn slowly."

Nan Xing still wanted to ask, but the old man closed his eyes and lay down: "You are tired, little friend, you should also concentrate and rest. Although you can't get out of this place, it can nourish your soul."

As long as you don't waver, your soul body will be nurtured to become stronger and stronger. Those soul powers that are slowly forgotten and dissipated gather here to nourish those who refuse to admit their mistakes.

Nan Xing saw that he was unwilling to communicate anymore, so he didn't force it. This time he also got a lot of news.

She closed her eyes and felt a force slowly nourishing her soul. This feeling was indescribable. If she were a tree, it would be like getting enough rain and sunshine, and then she would grow taller.

When Nan Xing woke up, she felt full of strength. She stretched and got up to wash up.

The emergence of extradition has a long history.

The old man lived in an era where there were still demons, ghosts, and gods, which were equivalent to myths in today’s legends.

How many years will it take for people to forget and lose track of those realities, and finally regard them as fantasy?
What kind of circumstances would lead to the extraditer finally making a mistake and being trapped?
Nan Xing didn't think about it, so he just didn't think about it.

I took Nan Yu to have breakfast. The two of them ordered ten bowls of noodles. When the boss saw it was them, he immediately beamed and said, "You two girls, what are you eating today?"

Money, money, money.