Chapter 312

Wang Quan had been following Ichiro Kenike from afar.

He had a general idea of what the voice-over said.

There were basically two kinds.

One was that when other characters appeared, there was a certain probability that they would be able to reveal their thoughts or origins. This was like writing a story from a God's perspective.

The other kind was that a part of the story would be "arranged" in advance, and the "plot" would be "acted out" according to this part of the story.

If Wang Quan violated this "outline", then the "plot" would be stuck there.

Therefore, Wang Quan wanted to do an experiment!

It was Abby.

According to the "voice-over", Abby would be killed, and then Ichiro Kenike would take revenge by slaughtering the noble's family.

This was the "fuse".

However!

Wang Quan could resurrect people!

As long as the person had not been dead for more than six minutes!

Therefore, he had to rush over and save Abby after she was killed!

If he could do it, then it meant that there was a bug in this "story"!

If there were no bugs in playing a game, then what fun was there in it?

If this bug could be done, then the final death of Queen Nora could also be solved in the same way!

If all these were solved, then the so-called "Wang Quan will become a god in the future" storyline would lose its premise!

Wang Quan quickened his pace.

Chasing Ichiro Kenike, Wang Quan followed him to the slums.

Just in front of him was a tall knight in silver armor who was holding a giant sword.

There was also a petite body pierced through by his giant sword.

It was Abby.

Abby was like a rag doll that was pierced from the chest to the abdomen by the giant sword. She hung on the sword just like that.

Like throwing away a rag, the knight shook off Abby and the blood on the knight's giant sword.

However, Abby did not fall to the ground.

Someone appeared in an instant and half-squatted down to catch Abby.

The knight's expression changed, and his expression became solemn.

He took a step back and raised his sword warily. "Who is it!"

The man was wearing a long trench coat. He lowered his head and did not speak.

He raised his trembling right hand and closed Abby's lifeless eyes. At the same time, he wiped off the dirt and blood on Abby's face.

Then, he placed his hand on the sword at his waist.

"Sakura Fall, Sakura Powder, Sakura Blowing Snow …"

As he muttered in a low voice, the surrounding scenery changed!

Just like an inherent enchantment, the entire sky turned from dark clouds to a night sky filled with bright stars!

Above the dark night, a bright moon hung high in the sky!

A crimson torii suddenly grew out of the ground, and Ichiro Kenike was in the center of the torii!

"Waning Moon …"

A longsword was unsheathed!

However, it was not a katana that was unsheathed. Instead, it was thousands of scattered pinkish-white cherry petals!

At the same time, the huge round moon in the sky seemed to have been sliced apart into a crescent moon!

The other half of the moon scattered into flying snow!

The light pink cherry blossom petals swept across the knight who was rooted to the spot, along with the strong wind and flying snow.

The bright moon disappeared, and the torii returned to its dormant state.

Ichiro Kenike also returned his longsword to its sheath.

Dark clouds reappeared in the sky, covering the two hazy moons.

A light breeze blew past, and the knight disappeared like dust, not leaving a single trace behind.

Wang Quan was astonished!

Sword Chakra's attack was rather cool!

And that instant of explosive power actually had the power of a "13.5 Sword Pool"!

So powerful!

Sword Chakra was too powerful!

Wang Quan couldn't help but put himself in the position of the knight that had been reduced to dust. He thought about what would have happened if he had faced that attack …

'Yep … I won't be injured.

Then I'll be fine. '

However, Ichiro Kenike continued kneeling there with Abby in his arms.

From the moment he touched Abby, he knew that Abby was already dead.

And there was no way to revive her.

Given the distance between the hotel and here, even if Ichiro Kenike were to unleash his full power, he would not be able to make it in time.

But if he were to call Quan Ge to come over …

Quan Ge had already said that this was their own choice.

But why … Abby clearly hadn't done anything wrong, and she had never thought of revolution.

She just …

She just wanted to live.

Could it be that she was wrong?

Lowering his head to look at Abby's dirty little face, which seemed to be in deep sleep, Ichiro Kenike suddenly recalled a piece of news he had seen before entering "Hell".

It was a war-torn country that had been bombed by Chou.

In the video, there was a little girl who was not even as old as Abby. Her parents and older brother had all been bombed to death by Chou.

She was also dirty, with hot tears in her eyes. All she did was cry herself hoarse, "What did we do wrong?"

She hadn't done anything wrong.

Just like Abby.

She hadn't done anything wrong, just because she was a child who was born and raised in the slums.

In order to survive, she wasn't naive.

She had stolen things, and she had even thought of robbing Quan Ge, but …

"Abby, go to sleep. You don't have to live so hard in the future. "

Some people died, but no one cared about them, just like grass.

Ichiro Kenike still remembered what Abby had asked him a few days ago, when he told Abby that he would leave in the future.

"Master, my father and brother are both dead, and my mother has gone crazy. If I die, you will remember me, right? "

Ichiro Kenike lowered his head, and the Abby in his vision seemed to have become blurry.

"Of course I will remember, I will make everyone remember you …"

He didn't want to care about anything anymore.

He wanted to kill all the nobles in Paris, all the nobles.

Including the Emperor, including the factory owners.

"Yo, Sword Pool Sang."

The sudden voice startled Ichiro Kenike.

He turned around subconsciously, and what he saw was the "Hei Yu" in the style of Bloodborne Curse.

Was he really not dreaming?

"Quan … Quan Ge?!"

"Get out of the way." Wang Quan waved his hand for him to get out of the way, and then he grabbed Abby and placed her flat on the ground. He raised his hand to remove the glove on his right hand, and the deformed hand returned to the size of a ten-year-old's hand, with black-red mist emitting from it.

Seeing that Ichiro Kenike was still in a daze, Wang Quan complained helplessly, "Sword Pool Sang, why are you still in a daze? Only your disciple is human, but the other children are not? Why don't you hurry up and bring the corpses over! A total of nine! Don't be too few! If there are more, remember to bring them over as well. "

"Oh, oh! Right! " Ichiro Kenike came to a sudden realization, and then he staggered as he turned around to look for the other corpses, almost tripping himself in the process.

Looking at his character … it really was a huge psychological blow.

Wang Quan shook his head, and his hand, which was surrounded by black and red mist, stabbed into the huge wound on Abby's chest.

Then, he frowned.

Not only was the wound lacerated by a sharp weapon, but the knight had also used extraordinary power.

The bones in Abby's body were already shattered, and her internal organs had turned into a paste. In any case, not a single part of her body was intact, and her heart had long been smashed into pieces.

The knight had not caused the little girl any pain, and it could be said that she had died instantly.

But he had obeyed orders to come to the slums to kill children …

It could only be said that he was trash with only a little bit of humanity left.

But when trash had humanity, it was still trash.

But would this make things difficult for Wang Quan?

Impossible!

As long as the time of death was less than six minutes, and the brain was intact, he could even save someone killed by God!

Wang Quan increased the output of the black and red mist.

A small part of it rushed into the brain along the broken spine, carefully stimulating the brain cells and keeping the brain alive.

At the same time, the rest of the black and red mist was repairing Abby's damaged internal organs, bones, blood vessels, and so on.

It took about thirty seconds for everything to be repaired.

Wang Quan withdrew his hand, and the remaining black and red mist began to repair the flesh and skin on the surface of Abby's body.

Countless flesh tendrils wriggled, and Abby was soon brand new.

Then, Wang Quan placed his hand on Abby's head and sucked out all the black and red mist.

Looking at Abby who had recovered her breathing, Wang Quan waited quietly.

After a while, his shoulders began to rise and fall.

"Heh heh heh heh hahaha …"

If the so-called "narration" story was the script of fate.

Then this so-called fate would be in the hands of Wang Quan himself!