If he loses, he will lose.

Only by losing can you fulfill a certain obsession in Jiao Zimo's psychology.

But his loss cannot be too fake. He must do his best before losing to him. Only in this way can he be the loss he recognizes.

Let him win happiness, enjoy the joy, and have a sense of accomplishment. This should be the way to break the deadlock.

He is no longer alive.

What does the life grudges in the world have to do with him?

During the period when his life was about to run out, he should be eager to have someone to play chess with him.

No one is willing to lose, Zhang Xi doesn't want to, and Jiao Zimo doesn't want to.

He didn't win all his life. He might have killed countless people, but in the end, he had no one to play chess with him.

He was lost, so he set up the game.

He longs for someone to play chess with him, longs for being able to meet opponents, and longs for being able to defeat the opponent when he meets opponents.

Through some ways of making a move by Heizi and the reaction of Heizi after Baizi fell, Zhang Xi imagined himself as Jiao Zimo and thought in Jiao Zimo's way.

He likes to play chess and also kills people with chess.

He is a killer, so he is simple and crude.

If he can't get out, he will not be calm and irritable, so he will repeat the same method over and over again to lose chess.

If you like playing chess, it doesn’t mean that you must be good at chess skills.

It seems that Zhang Xi doesn't like him very much at all, and he even just came into contact with him a long time ago.

If it weren't for the mistaken entry into the barrier, he might not have been exposed to this game of chess for a long time in the future, or even in the future.

He couldn't calm down.

Like Jiao Zimo, he couldn't slow down. He planned his time very tightly. As long as he had time, he would do something that would make him more meaningful.

Including the reflection after calming down, this will help his cultivation.

Playing chess, at least in the moment, will not help him in any way. And the time required is not short, and he only knows a few steps to follow.

Of course, it turns out that this time, it is indeed useful.

He continued to make arrangements in the way he wanted, and still made arrangements in the previous way.

However, this time, he made the game according to the chess game that he lost to his father.

He had forgotten the specific name of the old friend, but because he remembered his father's chess game, he also recorded the chess pieces that the old friend had fallen on the chessboard.

He remembered his father's comment when he finished the set: he narrowly won.

This should be the result that Jiao Zimo wanted.

The spaces are decreasing one by one. In order to avoid being mistaken for being the opponent and being deceived by the other party, he hardly engages in such a low-level food. Both sides are having a duel of equal strength.

There are more and more chess pieces on the chessboard, and Zhang Xi can move fewer and fewer spaces.

As the spaces on the chessboard reached the last five pieces.

Dong!

The dark spots fell.

Dong!

The white sprig fell.

Dong!

The dark spots fell.

Dong!

Zhang Xi stood in the last position, closed her eyes and raised the broken hammer high above her head.

Just now, that is the last son. If it cannot succeed, another son will be left behind.

And he had no way to escape.

call--

The breeze passed slowly, bringing up dust, and the black and white pieces turned into dust, fluttering with the wind, and the chessboard on the ground disappeared.

Instead, there is a tomb and a tombstone.

It says Jiao Zimo's Tomb.

From the way the tomb was covered with soil and the handwriting on the tombstone, it is not difficult for Zhang Xi to judge that this should be the tombstone he carved for himself, and the soil on it was also covered by him after he lay in the coffin.

He probably didn't die when he entered the coffin and was covered with soil. He wanted to come out, but he had no strength anymore.

Perhaps this chessboard barrier is a large magic circle made by him in the coffin he made and in the cemetery he dug himself, using his only remaining remnants and resentment, using himself as a medium.

He covered up the fact that he had died with magic circles. He turned his wish that he had not fulfilled during his lifetime into entities in the form of magic circles, and then let those who came to seek revenge enter and develop one by one, trying to find the person who could meet his opponents and be defeated by him.

He has entered the grave and is willing to be the grave for himself, but he has no interest in other people's lives.

All that remains is an obsession.

Those who help him complete his obsession can live.

Those who cannot help him complete his obsession will either die or become infinitely reincarnated until they are exhausted.

Zhang Xi didn't understand why he knew these things, and he understood them. Perhaps he kept releasing his desire to survive on his "bed", thus feeling some of his wishes or wishes to live or die.

"Is this a chess piece?"

In front of the tombstone, Zhang Xi found some loose soil, as if something was hidden inside.

When I opened the soil, I found that they were two boxes of chess pieces, one box was black pieces and the other was white pieces.

Pinch the chess piece from it and hold it in his hand. The seemingly round chess piece is actually extremely sharp. Fortunately, he was prepared and wrapped in his fingers with chess energy to prevent himself from being hurt.

"The props that make up the barrier?"

After thinking about it, he put the chess piece into the storage ring.

The information was given to him first by Duan Hong. This man was dead, but he was also hurt by this person who was not dead.

He himself didn't know how long he had been in his barrier. If he was a little more miserable and was killed by a dead person, it would be a big loss.

After thinking about it, he took the two boxes of chess pieces, which were his own spoils, in case Duan Hong refused to admit it first, which was quite powerful evidence for the two boxes.

The bloody face and Jiao Zimo both gave him a headache and took a lot of time and energy.

Since this is a business trip, I must go back and take more credit.

Also, the old man was dead, but he did not update the information in time, and even allowed himself to enter a chessboard made by dead people with resentment. This was their dereliction of duty. No matter what, it was a sufficient reason for him to ask Duan Hong for benefits first.

In fact, Zhang Xi was still a little hesitant. He stood in front of Jiao Zimo's grave. He thought that an old man like this must have some treasures on him.

Such a lonely and widowed old man has no descendants. The money he earns as a killer and the goods he earns will even be quite rich.

He didn't care about other treasures.

He wanted his storage ring.

Shaking his head, the dead are the most important. If the old man dies at his own hands and throws the corpse in the wilderness, he can make up his mind.
Chapter completed!