"…"
Crow was silent.
"It shouldn't be like this, right?"
Huai Shi murmured softly, "I know that not everyone should like me. I may be unsociable and not very popular, but maybe sometimes some people's actions need some punishment, but none of them should die.
They are all living people, just like me. They don't deserve to die, just like those people in the club don't deserve to die. Even if they may be guilty, they are innocent. "
"So, I don't like what you said."
Huai Shi looked into her eyes and emphasized every word, "— I don't like it very, very much."
"… Aiya, aiya, why are you so fierce?"
Crow turned her head away and seemed to be sobbing sadly, "Big sister, I'm doing this for your own good. Besides, my whole bird is now yours. Before we start working together, can't you test me a little?"
As she said that, she blinked her teary eyes, "For the sake of big sister's sincerity, can you give me a chance to mend the pen after the sheep is lost? If plan A doesn't work, we still have plan B. "
Unfortunately, a Crow acting like this was not cute at all.
"… What plan B?"
"It's very simple."
Crow looked at him one last time, "Since you don't want to kill others …"
She said, "Then I can only kill you."
At that moment, Huai Shi's vision turned black.
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Huai Shi had a long dream.
In the dream, he seemed to have just finished work and was about to go home. As he waited for the subway, he seemed to despise a certain useless employee who was fired during the day. Then, the roar of the subway came from the depths of the tunnel.
Before he could put away his phone, he heard a resentful voice behind him, "Go to hell!"
The next moment, a pair of hands pushed his back.
He fell, he flew up, he fell down again, towards the tracks. The lights of the subway became brighter and brighter, closer and closer. Then, Huai Shi was crushed into pieces. The last thing he heard was the crisp sound of his skull breaking.
An indescribable pain came, but before he could scream or feel fear, his consciousness quickly blurred.
Then, he seemed to have become a business tycoon who dominated the global economy. Now, he was cornered and trapped in a park. His assistant, who had betrayed him, sent him a final ultimatum to surrender.
Huai Shi smiled coldly and raised his pistol.
Bang!
A soft sound came from the helicopter in the distance. Huai Shi could no longer feel his body. At the last moment, he heard his assistant shouting blankly, "Don't shoot, he's not …"
A headshot?
In his dizziness, Huai Shi did not have time to react. Like a series of nightmares, he suddenly turned into a middle-aged man wearing a strange power armor and carrying a gun. He rushed into the Louvre Museum and fought with a group of strange insectoid creatures, and then he quickly died.
This time, his last thought was: F * ck, I want to load …
Load? What file? Load your rem!
He began to laugh at 'himself', but soon he could not laugh because he seemed to be hanging on the city gate again. His hands were pierced with nails, but he did not feel any pain. His whole body was floating, as if drunk, and he smiled foolishly at the white-haired man in front of him.
But why was this guy staring at him? Did he do something wrong?
Soon, with a flash of moonlight, his head was chopped off.
This time, it was a decapitation.
Then, in the wild cheers of the crowd, he seemed to be tied to a stake and burned in the flames. Someone roared excitedly, "Die, heretic!"
Then he went to die again.
Just like that, he died over and over again in different ways. He was poisoned to death, drowned to death, hanged to death, burned to death, stuffed into a meat grinder, sent to the emergency room, accidentally pushed, and killed by all kinds of people and himself for all kinds of reasons.
Again and again and again and again.
Death, death, death, death.
He did not know how many times he died.
In the end, he was almost numb — completely unconscious.
Was this the end?
He fell into a deep sleep as if he had been freed.
In the final moment, he seemed to turn around and look at the source of all the illusions, finally seeing the essence of those deaths. Those deaths seemed to have become pitch-black pages that fluttered in the wind. Countless dancing black pages overlapped with each other like snow. They converged into a sea of sorrow and despair, outlining a silent world.
Perhaps that was the true appearance of the Book of Destiny.
An icy world where one died in solitude.
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The room returned to silence. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the branches continuously writing on the Book of Destiny.
The illusory Crow quietly stared at Huai Shi. Through his body, she seemed to be able to see the Origin Substance burning vigorously.
Even though it was just a person's consciousness, when their thoughts rubbed against each other, the sparks that flew out were as dazzling as flames.
The Crow glanced at the Book of Destiny and couldn't help but sigh. "As expected, if it weren't for it constantly extracting Origin Substance, you would have awakened many years ago … …"
Ever since she had awakened from the Book of Destiny, she had been constantly observing Huai Shi.
As such, she was able to conclude from various signs that Huai Shi had most likely taken a step into the Ascended realm a long time ago. Otherwise, a normal person probably wouldn't have been recognized by the Book of Destiny as a wielder, and she wouldn't have placed her bet so easily.
Right now, on the title page, next to Huai Shi's name, the words "Emergency Period" in brackets grew heavier and heavier, as if they were accumulating energy in an attempt to change.
However, every time they tried to change, it seemed to encounter an invisible resistance and returned to its original position.
Very quickly, the invisible force pulled the quill to a blank space on the first page of the Book of Destiny, drawing out a curved line.
As time flowed on, the arc slowly grew larger and larger, gradually becoming a perfect circle. However, the final gap couldn't be closed no matter how hard she tried.
"It's still a bit off?"
The Crow muttered in astonishment.
Normally speaking, the Emergency Period was when a person's innate nature broke free from the Silver Sea and the Origin Substance became independent, gradually returning to their consciousness.
During this process, a Ascended person's unique soul would be forged.
This period was usually very short, and was different from the structure of the soul. The shortest record in history was only five minutes and twelve seconds, while the longest time was only five or six months … … Even the Crow had never seen a person who hadn't passed the Emergency Period after six or seven years.
Even if he had been in a state of 'empty mana' for a long time because of the Book of Destiny, wasn't this a bit too exaggerated?
Originally, she had thought that with the impact of the deaths recorded in the Book of Destiny, Huai Shi would be able to smoothly break through the bottleneck in a few minutes. However, she hadn't expected that this guy was already standing at the door, but he just wouldn't go in!
The forging of the soul was just a bit off.
Just a bit … …
"What exactly is it that's missing?"
The Crow couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
She had overlooked something important in the end.
This feeling was very unpleasant, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't understand why.
The existence of the soul was the sublimation of one's innate nature and consciousness, and it contained the essence of human nature. It was because everyone was different that there were so many different souls in the world.
There could only be one reason why the construction process had come to a standstill.
Huai Shi himself.
But even if she wanted to search for Huai Shi's records, she could only read up to the time after Huai Shi had picked up the Book of Destiny when he was ten years old.
After that, there was only a blank space … …
But through the description between the lines, she could clearly see that Huai Shi was trying to hide something. But she couldn't tell what it was.
Huai Shi wouldn't say anything, so this could only remain an eternal secret.
Just as the Crow was deep in thought, the incomplete circle began to change once again.
Black ink began to appear, and as the arc changed, it formed the outline of a 'waning moon'.
"… … It's actually the phase of the moon?"
The Crow was stunned for a moment before she sighed with emotion, "How rare."
Although the construction of the soul wasn't complete, its attributes had already appeared — — in the classification of the Book of Destiny, the phase of the moon corresponded to a person's Origin Substance, which was the soul itself.
Most of the soul's abilities under the phase of the moon were related to interference with the soul, such as mind control, consciousness modification, and spiritual recovery. This branch was a strange and mysterious symbol for most people who had ascended.
"Unfortunately, the scope is too small."
The Crow shook her head with slight disdain, "Too small … …"
Relying on strangeness and fear might allow one to achieve a certain level of success, but the true center of the world's stage would never be left to those who only knew how to hide in the dark.
After an unknown amount of time, Huai Shi's breathing became heavy. His eyelids fluttered, as if he was about to wake up from a dream.
She sighed, and the branch of the matter slowly rose, gently touching the center of the full moon.
Leaving behind a bit of ink.
The Crow's color became paler and paler.
"I've given you a chance, Huai Shi," she whispered. She murmured softly, "It's up to you whether or not you can build a bridge from illusion to reality."
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"It's done."
The confidant rushed into the office excitedly, holding a portable hard drive in his hand, "Master, from the moment that bastard Chen Quan snatched the box, all the surveillance footage along the way are here."
"Are your hands and feet clean?"
The man called master seemed to have not slept for a long time. His eyes were red, and when he raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looked extremely ferocious.
The confidant trembled subconsciously and squeezed out a smile.
"Don't worry, I found someone else to do it and didn't leave our names. Even if someone tracks it down, they'll at most find it on him. "
"Very good."
The master took the hard drive and didn't say anything else. He paced back and forth in the office. After a long time, he finally made up his mind and stomped his feet.
"Go and inform those old men and women that there will be mass on the weekend night. Tell them all to come. Those who don't come don't have to come in the future."
The confidant was stunned for a moment, "Wasn't it held the day before yesterday? They're used to coming at the end of the month … … "
"Then can't you just find an excuse!" The master was furious and glared at his face, "Do I have to help you think of an excuse? Can't it be the Heavenly Father's birthday?! "
"Okay, okay, okay. Whatever you say."
The confidant didn't dare to be unlucky again. He covered his head and fled.
In the quiet office, the slightly prematurely aged middle-aged man was silent for a long time. He closed the door and paced for a long time before plugging in the hard drive and began to read the fragmented information on it.
The person in the warehouse suddenly pulled out a gun and killed someone, took the holy object, and then was injured in the counterattack. The explosion happened, and he fled all the way … … Finally, he got into a small alley.
As the timeline moved forward quickly, the young man with the piano case walked into the box. Soon, he walked out of it, and the picture froze again.
His gaze stopped on that slightly immature face.
"It's you … …"
The master leaned closer to the screen, his scarlet eyes staring at the young man in the picture.
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