"No need." Mr. Wax suddenly opened his eyes.

The last paper boat, which he had been holding in his hand, burst out with pale flames!

"Um?"

Fan Ning, who houses the remains of the "Red Pond", has always maintained a "relatively friendly" connection with the water in the pond.

He suddenly vaguely sensed that the paper boats that were originally drifting and scattered in various pools of water began to move in an orderly manner in several specific directions!

“Everything I said just now was essentially ‘leaking secrets’.”

Ashes and dust floated up and down around Mr. Wax's wheelchair, making the whole scene look profound and strange.

"The flow of implicit knowledge always follows this direction: from high level to low level, from the majority to the minority, from representation to will. Going in the opposite direction always requires paying different prices."

The orderer rested his head on the headrest of the wheelchair, repeated the content of the "Law of Implicit Knowledge Transmission", and then smiled:

"The secret history is the core and source of hidden knowledge, and now, I have talked about forbidden things within the scope of the entire 'disintegration field', and I have paid the high price of their reverse flow with my own divinity."

"So, let me see where they are going to be known!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fan Ning immediately felt that the paper boats floating on the water suddenly seemed to be splitting more out of thin air!

The original number of twenty or thirty birds suddenly increased to hundreds or hundreds.

Then, there was a long row of paper boats, swinging through the corridor under the eyes of the three people.
Chapter completed!