Chapter 233 Fairy Tale

It was a dead embryo.

Yu Sheng didn't know how to explain this judgment - because he did not have any corresponding knowledge or experience to judge whether the strange-shaped "meat piece" in front of him was dead or alive, and no one knew what the "angel fetus" should have. The physiological characteristics of his body, what he had to say, was that the answer had already appeared in his mind the moment he saw this piece of meat.

He knew that this thing was dead, without breathing, without blood, without thinking, without soul, and from the beginning there was no possibility of "born and growing up as a living body".

But this thing is growing little by little, and it is hard to see with the naked eye, but it is indeed growing. Yu Sheng even felt that he could hear the subtle "growth sound" in its body, as if it was a tiny bubble bursting. This dead The angel fetus is getting bigger every minute and second, preparing for birth.

Yu Sheng also observed the death and growth process of this strange individual. He felt extremely contradictory and confused, and could not even understand whether the information pouring into his mind at this moment was the "truth" he recognized, or whether Anka Aila forced him to inject it. To give himself "knowledge", he was stunned for a long time, trying to deal with the conflicting information in his consciousness, until Anka Aila's voice broke into his mind again-

"I can't see how he looks very clearly. This situation has been going on for a long time."

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at the broken umbilical cord that stretched out from the stillbirth and floated in the air.

He heard the voice in his mind continue to ring, calm and gentle, without the slightest brute force or malicious intention: "The connection between us... is very weak, this is an ancient malfunction, long ago, during those days of wandering , this failure has already happened. I'm not sure where it is now, but I've been trying my best to deliver nutrition to it - my creator said, this is my most important task.

"You're there, you have your eyes, you can see it, right?

"Can you tell me if my child is fine? He... has he grown up?"

Yu Sheng opened his mouth, he took two steps forward, came to the lifeless "fetal", and closed his mouth cautiously again.

He didn't know what impact his answer would have, but he knew that the gentle and friendly voice... was a dark angel.

So he was cautiously silent and tried to reversely perceive the other party through the connection between himself and Anka Aira, in order to be able to grasp a little initiative.

However, the calm, gentle voice suddenly broke the silence.

"…he is dead, right?"

Yu Sheng felt his heart stop beating for a while. He subconsciously took a breath and stood there tensely.

After that, Anka Aila remained silent for a long time.

No one knows what this ancient, weird, mind is thinking beyond the understanding of reason.

After a while, Yu Sheng suddenly took action - he stretched out his hand to the dead angel fetus.

The dead angel fetus is not a "dead".

But what can a "dead" who has never survived or thought before his birth convey to him? There is no mind or soul in this empty shell, what can he reveal in his "talk"?

Yu Sheng didn't know, but he wanted to talk to this "child" - if this is really possible.

Darkness has come.

Unlike any previous conversation between the dead, Yu Sheng did not see any movement in the pile of strange-shaped pieces of flesh in front of him, nor did he open his eyes or his mouth - only darkness and nothingness came to his face.

But in the center of this endless dark void, something vaguely seemed to be emitting a glimmer of light.

Yu Sheng walked towards the glimmer of light and saw clearly what it was.

His eyes changed slightly, but he was not surprised - it was a book.

An old and broken fairy tale book that many children have read countless times - "The Squirrel Knight Takes You to Read Story".

Yu Sheng looked around. In this extreme darkness of nothingness, this fairy tale book was the only thing.

After a little hesitation, Yu Sheng bent down, carefully picked up the fairy tale book and opened it.

It's very full of writing.

It is indeed just like what Squirrel said. This book is full of children's wild stories, those paragraphs that are missing due to poor printing quality, blank pages, and all kinds of tender handwriting and pinyin are written everywhere. There are also graffiti, and even some abstract lines. There are many so-called "story" that are actually only two or three sentences. They can't read it thoroughly and can't understand it. I'm afraid that even the person who wrote them at the beginning will not understand themselves when he looks back. Those weird thoughts at that time.

Yu Sheng slowly flipped the pages in his hand and then felt something.

He raised his head, but found that there was still a darkness around him. In this void space, except for himself, there was only the fairy tale book he had.

However, Yu Sheng frowned, and the vague "feeling" still lingers around him. He carefully identified this faint "existence" and looked forward thoughtfully.

There is a "listener" here.

He couldn't see and heard, he knew that he hadn't even been born in this world, and there should be nothing in this darkness in theory - but there was an audience here.

The young listener is ready, and it is time to read the story.

Yu Sheng held the fairy tale book, and after a moment, he let out a gentle breath and sat cross-legged in the darkness.

He knew what to do.

Yu Sheng carefully turned this very worn book to the first page, and then cleared his throat.

“A long, long time ago…”

Nympho

The dark spire that kept gushing out of the demons in the distance collapsed - it fell down for the third time tonight, and the demon gushing out of the spire was burned to ashes by the thunder summoned by the Titans in almost the blink of an eye.

Little Red Riding Hood was gasping for breath, holding the wreckage of the armored vehicle beside him with one hand, covering the wound on his arm with the other, watching the situation on the battlefield through the gaps in his bangs.

The red dragon fell down for the fourth time, falling straight towards the prince's air defense position. On the farther position, the Knights of the Guards were repeatedly competing with the Red Queen's soldiers for a commanding height.

There were also wolves passing through the smoke, drilling from one shadow to another, constantly assassinating the witches who invaded positions and trenches, or bringing the distant intelligence back to the command center established in a hurry.

The Black Forest has been completely burned into a scorched earth, and every inch of land has been burned at least twice.

The mermaid is still putting on BGM.

Perhaps it was the dream that distorted everyone's perception of time, and Little Red Riding Hood now almost suspected that the war had lasted for months, or even years.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

But at this moment, she suddenly discovered something: the collapsed dark spire did not regenerate like the previous few times.

On the distant position, the destroyed witch did not emerge from the air again.

Over time, everyone on the battlefield noticed these obvious changes.

The king was the first to run over. It jumped quickly to the destroyed armored vehicle of the Dorothy Legion, stood up and looked into the distance. After a long time, he looked down at Little Red Riding Hood with uncertainty: "It seems that the enemy has really begun." Reduced – My Knights are destroying the last group of soldiers.”

Little Red Riding Hood blinked, she didn't know what happened, but after a moment, as if the long-standing memory suddenly returned to the current time node, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the creek standing quietly in the center of the Black Forest. A huge rift that is now visible to everyone.

Over the Black Forest, the huge shadow cast by Anka Aira is slowly retracting back into the cracks.

Nympho

“… Later, they all lived happily and happy days.”

Yu Sheng slowly finished the last story in his memory and gently closed the book.

There was no response in the darkness.

Is there really an audience here? Does "ta" really exist? Have these stories really had an impact?

Yu Sheng was actually not sure at all. He just wanted to give it a try, and now he's done it.

So he stood up again, stood quietly in the darkness, waiting for something to change here.

He waited for a long time until he almost lost his patience, and he could vaguely hear a nearly hallucinatory voice—a very faint smile, like a baby laughing, giggling.

Yu Sheng wasn't even sure if he had really heard it, and he didn't have time to make any confirmation, because almost the moment the laughter appeared, the darkness around him collapsed silently.

In just a blink of an eye, he found himself back to the mist-filled "illusion" that faded away all colors. The weird and lifeless "angel fetus" was still lying quietly in front of him, and his hands He also maintains the posture on the surface of the "angel fetus".

The next second, he saw countless small patterns appearing on the surface of the angel's fetus, and the patterns continue to spread and split, spreading all over it in the blink of an eye and collapsed in an instant.

There was no sound, and it was silently turned into pieces in front of life, and then it quickly turned from pieces to pieces, into gravel, into dust, into something smaller than dust, until it dissipated in the air .

Yu Sheng opened his eyes wide. He didn't know what was going on. He was at a loss for a moment. Then he heard a voice coming from his mind, and Anka Aira's calm voice was sighing-

“…So, my mission is over.”

Yu Sheng frowned, and just as he was about to say something, he noticed that the pale mist suddenly became violently turbulent!

The color has returned, and the fog has dissipated like a dream in the blink of an eye. A large number of confused colors and lights appeared in front of Yu Sheng's eyes. Then he felt as if he was falling rapidly in a passage. He just kept falling down like this, and even felt like he had fallen a few times. After a year, he felt like he was in a daze again, feeling that he was landing somewhere—it should have been a severe enough shock, but he felt that he was being held by something and finally touched lightly. ground.

The dizziness and confusion in his mind made him unable to open his eyes for a while. It was not until a while before he heard a tinnitus noise coming from his ears, and he heard someone calling his name. Then, another The furry touch appeared on the face, and there was a slightly wet feeling.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes and saw a big red-brown tail appearing in his field of view.