Chapter 25 Renewal

Chapter 25 Renewal

"Not good." The old man sighed: "It's so unreliable to die, you are very annoying."

"I don't want to either, won't it be fine if you let me go?" Huai Shi's breathing became cloudy.

"See, it's all broken, it's all broken!" The old man wiped his sweat with his wrist, and threw the things into the trash can: "It's all gone, why are you so annoying."

"Bigan can live for half an hour without his heart, half an hour is fine."

"Worry!"

"At noon, I had a treat with a friend of my teens and had hot pot..."

Huai Shi had already lost her breath, and it was incredible that he could still make a sound. Perhaps it was the fear of dying that broke through his disguised shell. He had never felt so lonely and sad. He didn't want to die, but also wanted to find someone to talk to, so he chattered endlessly:

"Have you ever eaten hot pot? You look like a foreigner. Hot pot is a special product in China. Let me tell you, although Lao Yang is tricky and troublesome, his hot pot is really unique..."

"..."

The old man stopped talking

Come naked, go naked, take off his stinky clothes, but this guy is still not fucking dead? ! And I don't know why I keep talking trash! ! !

"It's all to this extent, why don't you just die quickly?!"

"Who the hell knows, you bastard, crazy, old pervert..."

A monotonous hoarse voice came out of that skeleton: "I said, can you save me? I'll sell myself to you. As long as you don't mess with gays, I'll do whatever you say... Wait, it's okay to fuck... "

The old man's white hair stood up angrily, revealing the stitch marks on his face, and he slapped the table violently: "Death is doomed!"

"Even if it's destined..."

Huai Shi hesitated for a moment, and tried to discuss with him: "Can't I die after I have lived enough?"

"..."

The old man fell silent, scratching his hair frantically, and let out an irritable roar. It's like the fighting spirit has been completely defeated. He bent down, slowly put away his knives, scissors, and scissors, put them back into the toolbox by category, untied his apron, took out his comb, and carefully combed his messy hair.

"Hastily, hastily!!!!"

He roared suddenly, threw the toolbox to the ground angrily, stomped and stomped furiously, lifted the ax in the corner and smashed the cabinet in the corner to pieces, venting the nameless anger in his heart.

"Damn, what the hell is this!"

He roared towards the ceiling, as if glaring at something: "See? He won! Get me your test subject from here! Immediately! I don't want to see him again!"

At that moment, time seemed to stop, and everything froze in place.

There seemed to be a door opening in the nothingness, and a ray of light fell from it, hanging down, pulling him like a rope and rising slowly.

Huai Shi looked around blankly, not knowing what happened.

I also don't know if we should follow the practice left by the predecessors at this time, turning around and giving the middle finger.

In the next instant, he was engulfed by the light.

In other words, 'drowning', the silver-gray light like the sea drowned him. He was pulled upward by an invisible force, as if walking through the deep sea, feeling the terrifying weight squeezed from all directions. But what made him even more frightening was that in this silver sea of ​​light, every drop of water was so thick that it almost condensed into a liquid.

As far as the eye can see, it is almost endless, and it is difficult for people's sight and perception to see the end of it, as if it covers the whole world.

Sea of ​​Silver.

The ocean of nothingness that gathers all the source of human beings, the source of all wisdom, the great existence above the miracles... The description of the crow once again appeared in his consciousness.

At that moment, he broke through the sea and was thrown into the air.

Floating in a daze between the empty sea and sky, looking at the dark sky that is so pure without any impurities and the silver ocean surging with endless stream of light below.

From a distance, it seems to see two faint shadows sitting on the sea.

"By the way, after I saw your photo last time, my daughter cried and quarreled with me, saying that she wanted a crow like her big sister... I couldn't help it, and I was in a hurry to leave at that time I had no choice but to grab a pigeon and give it to her, and she asked me why the color was different, and I could only tell her: it was originally black, but its mother ran out of ink when it was born... oh, it’s time Now that I haven't seen her for seven years, I don't know if she is doing well or how her studies are doing."

The bearded middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the sea, smoking a cigarette and holding a can of beer, complaining helplessly to the 'drinking buddy' beside him.

Smoothly, he flicked the ash into the ocean of miracles beneath his feet.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I just met before I came here, she's grown up a lot, she's already a slim girl."

The crow's wings rolled cigarettes and the same type of beer, and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder: "Although the pigeon you gave her seems to have caused a little problem... Ah, my contractor has come out. "

The bearded man raised his eyebrows and took a look: "It looks ordinary, is there anything special about it?"

"Does it count if you play the cello well? The kind that can give you extra points in the college entrance examination."

"Is it so powerful? Is there any trick?" The bearded man's eyes lit up.

"Hey, this is probably a talent, right? Others can't learn it."

The crow waved its wings, raised its head and drank the last beer in the jar, got up and said goodbye: "It's getting late, I'll take a step first... But having said that, as the guardian of the Silver Sea, there are only seven natural enemies in the world." , let me, a fugitive, walk away swaggeringly, is it really okay?"

The bearded middle-aged man thought for a while, scratched his face sadly, and sighed: "Forget it, I'm off work in two days, and I've been fishing here for seven years, can't you let me relax for the last time? "

"Thank you so much."

The crow smiled affectionately, spread its wings, and flew into the distance.

Reflected on the silvery sea surface, the agile shadow gradually elongated, dancing and changing like a flame, until finally, it turned into a slender figure.

The black skirt fluctuated like water, and it had already spread on the ground without being stained with dust. The edge of the simple style was rusted with dark gold and delicately decorated, extending upwards along the edge of the long skirt like thorns.

When Huai Shi looked up dully, she only saw the slender calf exposed by the skirt, which was dazzling white.

The back part of the long skirt is hollowed out, revealing a smooth back, and the gorgeous lines that almost cover the entire back.

Numerous crimson colors are intertwined, forming a strange and solemn pattern, which seems to be changing all the time, making it difficult to see clearly.

Soon, the eccentric tattoos were covered by loose black hair.

Just when Huai Shi was dumbfounded, she raised her head, revealing a mature and delicate side face.

"Let's go, my contractor."

Holding a familiar box, she hooked her hands at the boy and smiled triumphantly:

"I'll walk you home."

At that moment, in Huai Shi's bedroom in the suburbs of Xinhai City, a terrifying wave of source quality suddenly burst out!

The burning light came on.

——The Book of Destiny!

As if held up by an invisible force, countless pages flipped crazily, and a large amount of source material emerged from it, turning into burning flames.

That is the source quality that it has continuously extracted from Huai Shi's body for a long time. Now, in the blink of an eye, it burns out and evolves into endless illusions and changes.

The pages of the book were burned to nothingness in the fire, until finally, only the title page with his name was left...

On the title page, the incomplete moon began to grow again.

The last bit of vacancy...closed!

After reading through countless deaths, I gathered my own death at the end. The endless death records turned into pure ink, surging in the phantom of the moon, surrounding the center of the circle, turning into a vortex and violently rotating stand up.

Countless deaths collide crazily.

In the end, it broke through the limitation of the moon, tore apart the shackles, and revealed its own majestic outline—countless black death whirls, turned into a huge vortex, propped up a violent circle, and sharp flames protruded from it, turning into a huge vortex. crowned it.

It was a ferocious pitch-black sun wheel!

drop!

As if hallucinating, the heartbeat map in the emergency room made weak waves.

Life resumes.