When everyone left the house, the old shaman waved at Zhang Heng.
He walked up to her, and Kuna looked at Zhang Heng with a complicated gaze. After a while, she stretched out her hand and gestured for Zhang Heng to place his palm on hers.
Their palms were pressed together. Kuna's hand was only half the size of Zhang Heng's, and it was very skinny. It felt like a piece of wood, but surprisingly, it was warm.
Zhang Heng held the old shaman's hand, and the next moment, his vision changed. He was still in Kuna's house, but there was a huge figure on his left near the direction of the satellite TV.
It was a snow-white polar bear, sitting on the floor, its head almost touching the ceiling.
Zhang Heng knew that this should be Kuna's guardian spirit, Gemok. But the latter looked a little dispirited, and there was a bowl-sized wound on its abdomen. Not only was blood oozing out, but the surface of the wound was also rotten.
The polar bear looked like it was in pain, and its body was trembling. When it saw Zhang Heng looking at it, a look of fear appeared on its face, and it shrunk back to Kuna's side.
"Sorry, it just got a little scared, and it hasn't recovered yet." Kuna's voice rang in Zhang Heng's ears. This time, Zhang Heng could understand the old shaman's words without the help of the translator.
As if she knew what he was thinking, the old shaman explained, "We are now in a psychic state, and we can communicate directly through our minds. Just like how I communicate with Gemok, we can bypass the language barrier."
"I've seen a game item before, and it has the same function."
"Game item?" Kuna looked a little puzzled.
"Nothing."
Zhang Heng tried to probe and found that the old shaman did not seem to know about the Game of the Gods, nor did she know about the existence of players. Due to the relevant rules, Zhang Heng could not explain it to her. Fortunately, Kuna did not continue to ask.
"Just now, Alesia and the others asked me what I saw in the dream. I didn't tell them the truth because what I saw was too terrifying and unbelievable," Vivian said, getting straight to the point.
"What did you see?"
"I saw you destroy Greenland, where our ancestors lived for generations. Then, you destroyed the entire world, spreading terror to every corner of human civilization. Everything I saw was burning. People were chasing and killing each other, but at the same time, they were full of joy."
"Is that why the hand you put under the sofa was holding the gun?" Zhang Heng asked.
The old shaman was taken aback. "Have you always been so observant?"
"I thought you would draw that gun when we shook hands."
"I have indeed thought of that," the old shaman said frankly. "I have to admit, it's a very tempting thought. If killing one person could stop everything, many would choose to gamble on it, even though I know that my chances of succeeding are slim."
"Then why did you give up halfway? You don't look like a person who cherishes your body. As a shaman of the tribe, you should put the tribe's interests first. "" I was scared.
"I was scared. If you were there, you would understand where my fear came from," Kuna looked into Zhang Heng's eyes. "I'm not afraid of death, and I'm not afraid of becoming crazy. At my age, many things that seemed scary when I was young no longer bother me. Besides, I know where my soul will go after I die. Gemok will come to take me home. That means eternal peace. I can accept such an ending, but … but watching the people around me die one by one in front of me. The things that I have been guarding all turned into nothingness. Everyone I know has turned into a demon. All of these are beyond my limit." "I was scared. If you were there, you would understand where my fear came from.
"I can understand your concern," Zhang Heng said. "If I were in your position, I would choose to take a gamble as well."
"No, I shouldn't do this," Kuna shook her head. "From the first moment I met you, I knew you were a good child." "With all due respect, shaman, you don't know me.
"With all due respect, Shaman, you don't know me. I may not be a bad person, but I'm definitely not a good person either. My hands are also stained with blood. Most of this blood comes from villains, but there are also some people … even if they have committed evil deeds, they don't deserve to die. Not to mention, there may be some innocent people among them. When a group of people swarm me, I won't look through their life histories one by one. Bullets don't have eyes, evil or good, in the end, they will stop breathing after being shot through the heart. Everyone is equal," Zhang Heng said calmly.
"Everyone in this world has a different definition of a good person. I really don't know your past, but I can feel the kindness in your heart to the world. Even if you don't realize this kindness, you are your mother's son. Although I still don't understand how your mother created you, there is no doubt that you have her blood in your body. Otherwise, my blessing wouldn't have worked."
Kuna paused for a moment. "I told my students to let nature take its course and not to force things. But it's all nonsense. If killing a person can save the world and protect my people, I don't mind turning into a demon. But what if I'm wrong? What if … I'm not destroying a demon but creating one with my own hands? You helped me a few minutes ago, waking me up from that horrible nightmare. A little earlier, you rescued my students from the hands of those fanatics. Then, I turned around and pointed a gun at you, pulling the trigger … I suddenly realized that maybe this is what the evil spirit wants me or someone else in this world to do, to slowly kill the human part of your body. "
"I can understand. It's not a personal grudge."
"No, don't underestimate the influence this world has on you, child. No matter how cold-hearted you are, we are part of this world. What you do is to change this world, and this world is giving you feedback all the time. Kindness is like a weak flower. It doesn't appear there for no reason, and it can't grow alone. It needs people to take care of it. If a good person repays the world with kindness, only to receive malice in return, the flower in his heart will gradually wither. Instead of betting on whether your knife or my bullet is faster, I'd rather bet that no matter what happens, the flower in your heart will not wither. And what I have to do is to pour the first spoonful of water on it. "
Zhang Heng fell into silence when he heard this. After a while, he raised his head. "Thank you, shaman."
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