Mu Shaoan sat on a stone and looked at the busy people in this simple camp.

There are 37 people here, and in addition to the 7 ex-Breakers, they are the team of the mysterious old woman leader.

The arrangement of the camp is also very simple. There are 37 small tents, corresponding to 37 people. There is a well in the center of the camp, and the water brought up is very turbid.

There is a small vegetable field behind the camp, about half an acre, and the cabbage is planted on it. It is wilted and unspirited. But even so, 15 people took turns to fetch water from the well and water the cabbage.

Mu Shaoan counted carefully and found that there were 391 cabbages in it.

In addition, there is a simple furnace in this camp, the most primitive one, two blacksmiths, and eight others are responsible for mining ore from the other side of the camp. It seems that it can only temper the worst quality pig iron.

This pig iron has been made into various weapons such as long swords, arrows, big swords, guns, spears, and daily necessities such as hoes, kitchen knives, scissors, sickles.

Similarly, there are carpenters, doctors who collect herbs, butchers, etc. in the camp.

It seems that's really the case.

However, what attracted Mu Shaoan's attention the most was a large tank of water in the camp. The water was black and smelly, but it was a magical existence that could wash away the buff of fate.

If Mu Shaoan jumped into the water tank now, he would become like everyone in the camp and escaped from the pursuit of the God of Destiny.

But this choice is difficult.

"Don't worry, you still have one day and one night to think about it slowly."

This is what Angel said to Mu Shaoan before.

However, after only half an hour of sitting, Mu Shaoan jumped off the stone and walked straight towards the old woman who seemed to be Alzheimer's disease.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing? Don't disturb the leader's rest."

Before Mu Shaoan got close to the old woman fifty meters, someone immediately shouted angrily.

"I have something to ask the leader."

Mu Shaoan still kept walking, but in an instant, two big men rushed over and picked him up like an eagle catching a chicken, "You are not qualified to ask questions like the leader, who do you think you are?"

Angel and Mai Tian and seven former masters also rushed over and said anxiously: "If you have any questions, please ask me, don't bother the leader."

"You can't answer my question!"

Although Mu Shaoan was caught and moved by the big man, he still shouted loudly: "What I want to ask is, if I choose not to wash away the buff of fate and then welcome the pursuit of the God of fate, then I want to know what kind of help I can get from here?"

"Kid, think twice!"

"Be careful!"

Many people were stunned and then hurriedly shouted, because this was like seeking death.

"Let him down."

At this moment, a very light and aging voice suddenly sounded, but everyone in the camp immediately looked solemn and respectful. The man holding Mu Shaoan immediately put him down and retreated aside.

At this time, Mu Shaoan looked up and saw that the sleepy old woman had opened one of her eyes at some point and looked over. For some reason, he felt like he was seen through from head to toe.

So much so that he could not say anything at this moment, because any words or means were meaningless under the old woman's gaze.

This is a godlike existence.

Or this is the god.

The old woman only opened her eyes and looked at Mu Shaoan for a second, then closed her eyes again, and still said in a voice that seemed to die at any time: "If you want to make a different choice, then of course I will give you some meager help. Chen Lan, go to the back to pick three cabbages. This is the fate puppet I planted. Each of them can block the killing crush of the God of Destiny for you. I hope you can make good use of it."

"In addition, Zhao Hu's blacksmith furnace has some weapons, you can choose them at will. These weapons look crude, but they are completely unrelated to fate. If you use them to kill people, you will not be noticed by the god of fate, and will not be counted into fate. In other words, these weapons can erase the original trajectory of any person or creature. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, thank you, leader."

Mu Shaoan was overjoyed. Of course he understood. This means that if he killed someone, then his parents, brothers, sisters and friends would instantly forget that there was such a person in life, including the archives of this person since childhood, everything he experienced would be erased. This is more than just powerful, and the artifact is not so powerful.

"Haha, this is the only temporary help I can give you, or to be more precise, my investment in you. Go, whenever you get rid of the God of Destiny, you can return to this camp once, and you can exchange some special spoils for the fate puppet and the blade of nothingness. Of course, if you die, then die."

After saying this, the old woman stopped talking.

The expressions of the others around him also changed, either envious or regretful, but Mu Shaoan didn't care about these things and asked hurriedly: "Captain, I want to know how I should restore my original strength? Or do I have to fight with my current weak body?"

"Enough, Mu Shaoan, don't be too greedy. The leader is very tired. She needs rest. I will answer your question."

At this time, the middle-aged woman named Chen Lan shouted in a low voice, very angry, Mu Shaoan naturally followed the good.

"Your strength, including the original magical skills, has not been lost, and has always been in you. However, since you have been involved in fate, you will naturally be interfered with and suppressed by the power of the God of Destiny, so you feel that you are so weak. In fact, this is also a real strength comparison. If your strength is 1, then my strength is 9, the strength of the leader is 1,000, and the strength of the God of Destiny is 1 million. This is the real ratio, not to say that your strength is compressed and hidden."

"Maybe you may not be convinced, but I tell you that any skill you have had must first collect a thousand units of divine power/cosmic law in front of the God of Destiny before you can successfully release it. You ask yourself whether you have collected enough? Before you have enough divine power/cosmic law, all the skills you have in your body are silent and invisible."

"So, when we see you who are weak at this moment, we already know what strength you are. No one can hide your strength in the face of fate. To be honest, I am also very curious, has the Dahe civilization declined? How can a mere three-star anti-virus hunter obtain the inheritance of the Magic Breaker? This is the answer you want, are there any other questions?"

"Uh, I wonder, would I return to the battlefield if I walked out of this camp?"

Mu Shaoan thought about it and asked.

"Haha, I thought you were going to ask how to obtain divine power/cosmic laws? It seems you are not stupid either. You know that it is impossible. Listen, the fate of the god skill released by the god before he died is centered on all his past memories. So if you want to become a retrograde destiny and successfully break through the constraints of fate on you, you have to enter all the memory worlds of this god. Do you understand? It is a world one by one. Each memory world is based on the memory of the god, and it unfolds like a sky-high. Some will be very logical, some have no logic at all. The only thing that remains unchanged is full of dangers."

"So as long as you walk out of this camp, you will be randomly teleported to these memory worlds, and then you will have a new identity, like role-playing, but the characters you play have already destined to have a future ending in fate, and you can't escape or avoid it. Maybe you can use the fate puppet to avoid it, but don't forget that you only have three fate puppets."
Chapter completed!