Wang Quan had been following Ichiro Kenike from afar.
He roughly understood the content of the narration.
There were basically two types.
One was that when other characters appeared, there was a certain probability that the other's thoughts or origins would be revealed. This was like writing a story from a God's perspective.
The other was that a story would be "arranged" in advance, and the "plot" would "act" according to this story.
If Wang Quan violated this "outline," then the "plot" would be stuck there.
So Wang Quan wanted to do an experiment!
That was Abby.
According to the "narration," Abby would be killed, and then Ichiro Kenike would take revenge by slaughtering the aristocrat's family.
This was the "fuse."
But!
Wang Quan could resurrect people!
As long as the person had not been dead for more than six minutes!
So he had to rush over and save Abby after she was killed!
If he could do it, it meant that there was a bug in this "story"!
If there was no bug in the game, what fun was there?
If this bug could be done, then the final death of Queen Nora could be solved in the same way!
If all these were solved, then the so-called "Wang Quan will become a god in the future" story line 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 holding a giant sword.
His giant sword was pierced through a petite body.
It was Abby.
Abby was like a rag doll, pierced from the chest to the abdomen by the giant sword. She hung on the sword.
Like a rag, the knight shook off all the blood on Abby's giant sword.
But Abby did not fall to the ground.
Someone appeared instantly and half-squatted to catch Abby.
The knight's expression changed, and his expression became serious.
He took a step back and raised his sword warily. "Who is it!"
The man was wearing a long trench coat and lowered his head in silence.
He raised his trembling right hand and closed Abby's lifeless eyes, wiping away the dirt and blood on Abby's face.
Then, he placed his hand on the sword at his waist.
"Falling Cherry, Scattering Cherry, Blowing Snow Cherry …"
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 starry night sky!
Above the dark night, a bright moon hung high in the sky!
A crimson torii suddenly appeared on the ground. Ichiro Kenike was in the center of the torii!
"Waning Moon …"
The sword was unsheathed!
However, it wasn't a katana that was unsheathed. Instead, it was thousands upon thousands of scattered pink-white cherry blossom 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 stunned on the spot.
The bright moon disappeared, and the birds went into hibernation.
Ichiro Kenike also sheathed his longsword.
Dark clouds reappeared in the sky, obscuring the two hazy moons.
A cool breeze blew past, and the knight disappeared like a speck of dust, leaving no trace behind.
Wang Quan was shocked!
Sword Chakra's move was rather cool!
And that instantaneous burst of 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 who was reduced to ashes. He thought about what would have happened if he had to face that move …
Yes … he would be uninjured.
Then he would be fine.
Ichiro Kenike continued kneeling there with Abby in his arms.
From the moment he touched Abby, he knew that she was dead.
And there was no way to revive her.
Even if Ichiro Kenike used his full power, he wouldn't be able to make it to the hotel in time.
But if he called Quan Ge and asked him to come over …
Quan Ge had already said that this was their own choice.
But why … Abby clearly didn't do anything wrong, nor did she want to start a revolution.
She just …
She just wanted to live.
Was this also wrong?
Lowering his head to look at Abby's dirty face, which seemed to be in deep sleep, Ichiro Kenike suddenly recalled a piece of news he had seen before entering "Hell".
It was from a war-torn country that had been bombed by Chou.
In the video, there was a little girl who wasn't even as old as Abby. Her parents and older brother were all bombed by Chou.
She was just as dirty. Tears welled up in her eyes as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "What did we do wrong?"
She didn't do anything wrong.
Just like Abby.
She didn't do anything wrong, just because she was a child born and raised in the slums.
In order to survive, she wasn't naive.
She stole things, and even thought of robbing Quan Ge, but …
"Abby, sleep. You don't have to live so hard in the future. "
Some people died, but no one cared, just like grass.
Ichiro Kenike still remembered a few days ago, when he told Abby that he would leave in the future, Abby asked him.
"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, Abby in his vision seemed to become blurry.
"Of course I will remember, I will let 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, Jianchi Sang."
The sudden voice startled Ichiro Kenike.
He turned around subconsciously, and what came into view was the "Black Feather" in the style of "Bloodborne Curse".
Was this really not a dream?
"Quan Ge?!"
"Get out of the way." Wang Quan waved his hand for him to get out of the way, then grabbed Abby and laid 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 hand, emitting black and red mist.
Seeing that Ichiro Kenike was still in a daze, Wang Quan complained helplessly, "Jianchi Sang, what are you still spacing out for? Only your disciple is human, but the other children aren't? Why aren't you f * cking bringing the corpses here! A total of nine! Don't f * cking lack them! If there are more, remember to bring them here too. "
"Oh, oh! Right! " Ichiro Kenike came to a realization, and then he staggered around to look for the other corpses, almost tripping himself in the process.
Looking at him like this … it was quite a psychological blow.
Wang Quan shook his head, and his hand wrapped in black and red mist poked 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.
Abby's bones were already broken, and her internal organs were a mess. In any case, not a single part of her was intact, and her heart had long been smashed into pieces.
The knight did not let the little girl feel the slightest pain, and it could be said that she died instantly.
But he obeyed orders to kill children in the slums …
It could only be said that he was trash with a little bit of humanity left.
But when trash had humanity, it was still trash.
But would this make things difficult for Wang Quan?
Not at all!
As long as the time of death did not exceed 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 portion rushed into the brain along the damaged spine, carefully stimulating the brain cells and keeping the brain alive.
At the same time, most 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 was breathing again, Wang Quan waited quietly.
After a while, his shoulders began to rise and fall.
"Hehehehehehahaha …"
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!
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