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Wu Kong traveled through time and was divided into countless parts. Memory sharing, ability sharing, information sharing. But... Why are there all mysterious revivals? In the evil world of five turbidities, the world is like a prison. Wukong, Dachang City: Good news, Yang Jian and I are sitting at the same table. Bad news, there is an old man knocking at the door. Dahai City Wu Kong: You have legs, I have the Emperor of Heaven, Boss Ye, save me! Wu Kong in the circle of friends: Brothers, if, I mean if, the three of us join forces in the future, can we divide the world into three parts and end the supernatural era? However, as soon as he finished speaking, another voice from Wu Kong came. "End the supernatural? What should I do? I'm a ghost!" Ghost Wukong's face was gloomy. "I know you are impatient, but please don't be impatient. I want to ask, although we are both mysteriously resurrected, why are my painting styles so different?" Wu Kong shared his memory, and the chat room suddenly became silent. "Damn it, you went to the Republic of China?" Before Wu Kong of the Republic of China could be surprised, another voice joined in. "Brothers, my name is Wu Kong. When you hear this sentence, I am still alive. I am you sixty years later. I am contacting you in this way. My name is Yang Jian, hehe." Zhong Wu Kong:? ? ? Past, present, future. Wu Kong found that there seemed to be something wrong with the anchor point he traveled through.