Chapter 350: Planning and Destruction
"It's indeed that guy."
Returning to the door of the lunatic asylum, Zhi Geng looked at the swirling mist that seemed to be attracted to him with a serious look on his face.
The withered weeds on the ground were now swaying from side to side, regaining their green color and looking full of vitality.
But this vibrant scene seems a bit strange in the dilapidated hospital.
Zhi Geng quickly passed through the door of the hospital and came to the atrium of the hospital.
Here, as expected, she saw a beautiful woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
The other party was sitting in the middle of the atrium with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. The rotating compass was placed flat on the ground in front of her.
With this woman as the center of the circle, cold white Qimen symbols floated one after another, forming an intricate sphere.
This is "Max" from 'Night Watch'...
But Zhi knows better that the other party's true identity is not Max.
The appearance of the opponent is not important, what is important is the symbols and methods around it - a method that is unique among the entire "death game" player group and has no semicolon.
"'Soothsayer'..."
Zhigeng looked at the other person, murmured, and tightened his grip on the pencil in his hand.
Max, the fortune teller, slowly opened his eyes.
"'Night Watcher', Zhi Geng, I didn't expect to meet you in this situation."
"What surprises me even more is that you will come back - I didn't take the initiative to find you, shouldn't you leave as soon as possible?"
The fortune teller's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.
Zhigeng shook his head: "Of course I know that going out and reporting later is the best choice, but... I won't choose that."
The fortune teller sighed: "Are you trying to prevent me from getting the secret treasure here? To be honest, you are not qualified."
"It is true that you have immediately touched the threshold of the 'Heart Realm', but before you step over it, you are not qualified."
Zhi Geng shook his head: "I'm not interested in that. I'm just a 'night watchman', not an 'order'... No matter what you plan, I don't want to ruin your plan, it's just..."
"only?"
the fortune teller asked curiously.
"I can vaguely remember that there really is a person like Max in our 'Night Watch'. The 'Wild Boar' from Star City seems to be quite a nice person." Zhigeng stared at the diviner's face that belonged to Max. "So... I want to make sure, how is she?"
The fortune teller sighed: "I took a look at the divination before I came in. The divination said that the second half of my life will be turbulent. Everything goes well in the dark, but when it comes to the light, disaster will fly... So that's what it means."
Hearing the fortune teller's words, Zhi Geng's expression darkened little by little: "So..."
"I need a 'first-order' identity, and I'm not very good at hinting and manipulating the 'psychological society'," the diviner pointed at "himself", that is, at Max, "so I just I can pull out her soul and pour it back in..."
After listening to the fortune teller's light words, Zhi Geng silently put away the pencil.
The fortune teller shrugged: "Unfortunately, if you want to save her, I'm afraid it's too late... So, don't do stupid things and report it when you get out."
"No."
Zhi Geng spoke softly, interrupting the fortune teller.
She took out a black hair tie and tied up her hair, which was as messy as seaweed and very thick for a painter at home.
"It's too late to save her, but I can still take revenge."
The fortune teller narrowed his eyes: "Are you familiar with her?"
"I'm not familiar with it, it's just the same organization... Mainly because after you said she was hopeless, I suddenly remembered a very small thing about why I had an impression of her," Zhigeng whispered, "When I was on a business trip to Star City, she said that she followed my Weibo and liked my paintings very much. She said that she felt that my color sense was very good and the pictures had a sense of story."
"This only makes me feel even more unnecessary," the fortune teller frowned, "Doesn't this further indicate that you and she are almost completely strangers to each other?"
"No," Zhi Geng took out a utility knife from his arms, "a 'predator' scum like you won't understand that she is a very good girl."
"So I won't allow you to use her appearance to pose in such a disgusting manner."
Zhigeng said, drawing the utility knife across his palm.
Blood gushed out from the wound. Zhigeng dipped his other hand in the blood and began to draw a bright red blood painting in the air.
The content of the painting does not seem to have any entity, but seems to be some kind of post-modern painting.
Meaningless bright red lines stacked with geometric blocks.
At first, the fortune teller didn't know what Zhi Geng was planning to do.
But soon...
The fortune teller will understand.
"Today's players are really talented..."
He sighed as he watched the ground beneath his feet turn into bright red blocks that seemed to be deconstructed.
Zhigeng seems to have used some means to gradually replace "real" materials with her "paintings".
At the same time, she can also affect reality by affecting the paintings made of her own blood!
She stirred the painting floating in front of her with her fingers, and the blood trailed by her fingers formed sharp corners.
The same thing happened at the fortune teller's feet.
The blood red under the fortune teller's feet shook violently, and then spikes stood up.
"What a trick!"
The fortune teller praised, and the compass on the ground flew up to his hand, spinning rapidly and making a "buzzing" sound.
As the compass turned, the white hexagram symbols around him also turned.
The fortune teller's whole body floated up, with the corners of his clothes and hair fluttering, like an immortal.
"However, no matter how beautiful this unconventional method is... it's not good enough."
The fortune teller said, and turned the compass again.
"The shock came and the laughter was hoarse; the shock was a hundred miles away, but the dagger and wine were not lost!",
The fierce and upright words sounded, and the blue-white lightning suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Boom!"
The lightning struck down, like the anger of the gods.
After the light dissipated, Zhi Geng knelt on the ground, and there were traces of burns on the edges of his clothes.
The blood-stained papers in the air fell one after another, like snowflakes - just now it was these drawing papers that blocked this almost fatal attack for her.
But even so, Zhi Geng was obviously still seriously injured.
She prostrated herself on the ground, hunched over, and trembled uncontrollably.
The blood in her hand also lost its ability to condense, and flowed freely.
The fortune teller shook his head: "It's so strange, has the forum removed my ranking?"
"The junior of the Night Watch dared to challenge me."
After saying that, the fortune teller was about to continue the unfinished ceremony just now...
Zhi Geng, who had not yet recovered his ability to move, laughed on the ground.
"Hiss..."
The voice was weak, but full of mockery.
She tried to raise her head and look at the fortune teller.
"Idiot... I've been here... I know what you want."
"The soul of the Lord of Kirishima, you can't get it now!"
As the voice fell, the fortune teller's face changed slightly.
The bright red on the ground collapsed, revealing the old wine cellar below!
In the wine cellar, white mist gushed out, accompanied by screams and cries, and dissipated outside the island!