"Name?"

"Huaishou."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

“20.”

In the dark and huge hall, the dialogue between the shadows and the puppets in the palm came to an end.

Just in the blurry fog, the man in a pale robe lowered his eyes and stared at the chess piece in his palm that was gradually alive.

Compared to the smart appearance of Huai Shi on the chess piece, the face of the chess player seems to be hidden in the fog like a hall, with men and women not distinguishing, and young and old, but the joking and mocking smile seems to be eternal, and there has never been any change.

Elements of Destruction·Flute Player!

At this moment, in a few short breaths, the source substance is injected into it, simulating consciousness, and imitating the soul...

At the end, the activated chess pieces were placed on the chessboard.

Final commendation.

"very good."

The flute player smiled and encouraged: "Go and fight for you, Huai Shi."

So the chess piece turned around and walked towards the overwhelming array behind him, riding a horse and facing the hosts.

The fight that never returns has begun again.

And just opposite the chessboard, the old jester, White Snake, raised his finger and pushed the chess piece in his hand forward.

On the chessboard, the chess pieces representing the present situation and hell are different, shining with various colors and brilliances. Under the push of the two palms, they bit each other like wild animals, fighting to the death.

Fireworks-like light kept rising and falling, bringing a lot of death and damage.

In the end, under the control of the flute-player, the broken Huai Shi chess piece killed the top of the palace of the devastated country and cut off the last head.

The winner has been decided.

"Sure enough, in the new collection, this one is particularly special and surprising."

The flute-player stroked the chess piece that was once again stuck in a dull position in his palm, and approached him, lowered his eyes to look down.

"What kind of secrets do you have, Huai Shi?"

He whispered softly: "It's so curious."

Soon, the chess game began again.

A new battlefield chess board, new chess pieces, and a new battle have begun.

There is not only a crisp sound of chess pieces colliding here in the empty and cold palace. The sound is like drizzle, constantly ringing in the corners of the fog, spreading, crisp and pleasant.

There are completely different changes on the countless chessboards.

Billions of chess games, billions of deductions.

In the simulation and collision of souls, the flute-player sang softly, pushing the chess pieces in his hands forward, staring at them one by one, crushed into a tragic look of crushing in the strict defense constructed by the white snake.

I couldn't help but clapped my hands happily.

Laughing sounded.

When the wind blows from afar, bringing out the mist, you can see the display rack behind the flute blower that seems to cover his face to the end of the world, reaching the top of the sky.

On each grid, completely different chess pieces are displayed.

Every chess piece comes from heroes and heroes from various hells and eras, and every chessboard is frozen and the once earth-shaking battlefield is performed again.

Such a unimaginable terrifying scale.

The white snake's movements stopped slightly.

Sighing lightly, he reached out and took his own chess piece off the board and put it back into the box beside him.

"I gave in."

He said.

"Then another round?" the flute player suggested: "Are you already in the state, your hands getting hotter and hotter."

"Your Excellency, we have already played a total of 10 to 40 missing chess."

The white snake sighed helplessly and reminded him seriously:

"A full seven days."

Even though he had already expected that this meeting would take a long time, he did not expect that since he entered this ever-changing fog, he would have spent so long on the chess game.

So much so that I felt a little exhausted.

"Hmm? Don't you like it?"

The flute player pinched his chin, stared at the chessboard in front of him, and said carelessly: "I remember that before you went to the office and destroyed your country, you were one of the top chess players among the jesters... Or did you have distracting thoughts in your heart, like fire, and you have to think about it. What's wrong, like a thorn in your throat, and you have to say?"

At the end of the day, the mockery was beyond words.

"See clearly."

The white snake sighed, moved some from the seat back, and saluted respectfully: "I hope you can help me with my mission."

"Ah, plan, plan...I like planning."

The flute-player held his chin and pinched his chess pieces and jumped on the chessboard, gathering the messy chess pieces together, forming a situation where water and fire are incompatible and attacking each other.

When he looked at the chaos he had created with his own hands, he couldn't help but sigh: "The plan for the destruction of the country, the plan for the Maharaja, the plan for the rancher, the plan for the present situation... and my plan."

He said: "There is always a plan, isn't it?"

"As you said," the white snake nodded calmly.

The flute-player suddenly smiled, shook his head, overthrew all the pieces on the chessboard, stood up and suddenly asked, "What do you think of this battlefield? The White Snake."

"Hmm?" The white snake frowned.

There was no answer.

It’s not that I don’t understand, but that I don’t understand what the flute player is asking?

The direction of the war? The comparison between the two sides? The subsequent response? Or something else?

Too general.

Too vague...

"That's, literally."

The flute player smiled and repeated: "How do you think of this war? What does it mean to you? The nature? Your purpose and ambition?"

"It's nothing more than just being loyal to one's duties."

The White Snake replied calmly: "This is my job, and you, and it is also a contract between me and Your Majesty. There is no personal like or dislike in it. If Your Majesty can have fun, then this will be done, that's all."

"Ah, that's right, 'fun'."

The flute-player nodded in a clear way, as if he was admiring: "To that person, there is almost nothing more precious in the abyss, right?

Unfortunately, fun is always hard to find.

If you encounter such a lively thing, you must be so excited that you can't wait anymore, right? It's really not easy for you to have such a customer."

The white snake didn't speak.

Logically speaking, he should be furious and refuted at this time, but he really has nothing to be angry or refuted.

After all, the flute player is absolutely right.

Even the title of "King of Music" had existed thousands of years ago, and the Withered King didn't even care at all, and even felt complacent because of this.

Working in a country that is destroyed, your blood pressure is slightly higher and you can't last for a few years.

As a subordinate, Baishe's many plans were completely collapsed by his boss on a whim.

He's used to...

At least I can get used to it now.

Well, before the cerebral hemorrhage was caused by my allegiance.

"No need to worry, White Snake, isn't this good?"

The flute player laughed, as if encouraged: "Sometimes, means and purpose are equally important. The former is the pleasure, and the latter is the result. If one of the two is successful, it is considered success.

Sometimes, you need to use your brain to get both.

So you need jesters like you to exist, right?"

Ensure that the Withered King is fun and that the fallen country is fruitful.

It is not easy to master both.
To be continued...