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Chapter 33: Two chess positions, two rings(1/2)

In this dazzling long bridge, the ginger tree cannot see the end.

He walked for a long time and there were no more parallels around him.

The last parallelist is the previous coach.

Lao Shuai died in the diseased realm. At the end of his life, the marks on Lao Shuai's body began to spread wildly.

He moved the disease into a deepening period and even a higher level.

This state will cause the physical illness to rapidly worsen.

Even if the powerful fluctuation power allows it to withstand a more terrifying condition, it is obvious that under extreme deepening, the fluctuation power cannot suppress the condition.

The old handsome man became like a monster, and he was more like a ghost than a ghost.

But because of this, the old coach had the power to violently disintegrate the diseased domain.

In the end, the old coach died of illness and the diseased domain collapsed.

And his next term is Qin Guanqi.

Walking all the way from Qiaotou, the fate of the Parallelists died without exception.

Jiang Bingshu dared not approach Qin Guanqi anymore. He was really afraid that this person would die too.

Although Qin Guanqi reached out to invite him, his blood seemed to boil.

He really feels that being one of them is something to be proud of.

But when he thinks of... one death after another along the way, he will also be confused.

He and Qin Guanqi had no intersection before, but he was afraid that such a perfect coach would die.

He seemed to think that as long as he did not move forward, these martyrs could stop at this moment forever.

Qin Guanqi saw Jiang Bingshu's confusion. Seeing that Jiang Bingshu did not come and went in parallel, he just smiled and nodded.

The line that divides the world appears again.

This huge wasteland, endless long bridges, and dazzling night sky are also beginning to be divided into countless tiny particles in the white lines.

In the end, everything comes to chaos.

...

...

The tears still remain warm, and the tears are already cold.

Jiang Bingshu opened his eyes and felt like he had a dream.

Countless heroes in the dream guide themselves to the distance they failed to reach.

The emotions in the dream turned into tears.

Tang Weizi has seen many people participating in the sealing ceremony, but everyone’s reactions are actually different.

Although she can sense the other person's thoughts through physical contact, and even convey this thought.

But she didn't know who Jiang Bingshu had witnessed in the engraving of the Dyedian.

Because of the chess organization, the disease-deriving seal improved by the first-generation coach Yun Yingyang is extremely special.

In order to screen out like-minded people, this engraving is both injecting both the power of fluctuation and the belief.

But it is worth mentioning that although everyone passes through that bridge, the identity of the parallels is completely different.

In the long history of the disease era, many chess players died.

There are also many chess players who have retired, but they are ready to die at any time.

So Tang Shizi was very curious about what identities did Jiang Bingshu see in the engraving scene?

Because the evaluation of chess jobs is often based on the identification of the parallelists as references.

"Jiangbengshu, you have mastered the fluctuations of illness. From now on, your ability is stronger than that of ordinary people."

"If you want to improve yourself, keep participating in the purifying disease domain."

Jiang Bingshu nodded, and after the sealing ceremony was over, his mood gradually calmed down.

Tang Shizi said:

"Now, write down the names of those parallelists, and I'm sure you will remember them."

"good……"

Jiang Bingshu naturally remembers that every parallel person has not walked long.

These are no longer visible history, and the last respect he can do is to remember these people.

However, when Tang Zhenzi handed over paper and Jiang Bingshu was about to write down the names of Yun Yingyang and others...

The head coach Qin Guanqi suddenly reached out to stop Jiang Bingshu.

He glanced at Tang Shizi, and Tang Shizi was stunned:

"But... don't I need to convey it?"

Qin Guanqi smiled and shook his head, pointing to the paper and pen.

Tang Shizi didn't say much. Although she was a little confused, she still left the hall respectfully.

At this time, only Jiang Bingshu and Qin Guanqi were left in the hall.

Qin Guanqi knows sign language, but sign language is generally not for normal people to see, but for people with equal flaws.

His communication with Jiang Bengshu was to write his thoughts on paper.

Jiang Bingshu saw that the coach seemed to want to say something to him alone.

Before writing down those names himself, he actually sent Sister Persimmon away.

He was very confused. He met the coach in the engraving scene.

The coach should know who he met.

Although Qin Guanqi could not speak, he was well aware of people's hearts and had already seen Jiang Bengshu's doubts and wrote on the paper:

"Some words, I just want to tell you, Persimmon is an excellent taxi, but she treats me too special and she doesn't know some things."

"I've already made the chess job evaluation, but you're not ready yet."

Qin Guanqi's handwriting is fast, but very neat.

Jiang Bingshu said:

"The coach... When I entered that scene, some people walked towards me, and some people didn't. Are those people, are they other chess players?"

Qin Guanqi nodded.

Jiang Bingshu continued to ask:

"So my parallels are all coaches of previous sessions... Does this mean that my chess job is actually-"

Jiang Bingshu didn't say it, but Qin Guanqi still nodded calmly.

The coach always smiled, and such a smile made Jiang Bengshu no longer feel nervous.

Even though I have experienced such tragic deaths, I will instinctively forget those fears when I see the coach's smile.

"Your chess job is a soldier." Qin Guanqi quickly wrote this sentence.

Jiang Bengshu was stunned. This was different from what he thought.

But then accepted it.

His abilities are the weakest in the organization.

Although my body seems to have great resistance to illness, I am still too weak when facing dangers other than illness.

It's good to be a soldier.

On the contrary, I thought I would take over the position of coach before, and that was the most handsome guy in the history of the chess organization.

The youngest coach in the history of the chess organization is Qin Guanqi, who took over at the age of fourteen.

The second youngest, named Tang Yun, took over at the age of sixteen, but died in the diseased realm at the age of seventeen.

The head coach in the organization is not the kind of chess piece that can only hide in the royal city, be protected by others, and be blocked by soldiers.

The head coach of the Chess Organization has never had cowards in purifying the disease domain.

So far, there are old chess players in the organization who have retired, but there is no coach who has retired.

They are really implementing these four words until they die.

These handsome men are not weak, and they are not qualified at all.

But Qin Guanqi wrote a lot of words next, which made Jiang Bingshu discover that things were not that simple:

"Jingdengshu, you are very special. You may not have realized this special yet."

"It's not by chance that the Black Chess Team can target you."

"What we are pursuing is to return the world to the era of pursuing health, but unfortunately, in the long years when chess organizations continue to fight against the disease domain, chess organizations have no longer had healthy people."

"It is our determination and our compromise to use disease to fight the disease domain."
To be continued...
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