The morning sun shone through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room. N ∈ n ∈,
Ye Xuan opened his eyes, a glint flashing in his black pupils. He withdrew from his cultivation state and stood up from his bed. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the heavy traffic on the street, at the people coming and going, and at the joy and sorrow on the faces of countless people. How could these people know that they were just playthings of some hidden life? No matter how high their status, no matter how much money they had, they could not escape the playthings of these hidden lives.
Perhaps ignorance was bliss!
He sighed and shook his head, pushing aside his sudden lament. He laughed at himself mockingly. Since when did he start worrying unnecessarily?
Wasn't he just looking for trouble when he had nothing better to do?
With a faint smile, Ye Xuan sorted out his thoughts and left the window. He first went to wash up, then looked at the time. It was only past seven o 'clock. There was still more than an hour before the agreed time with those people. Ye Xuan walked out of the room and went to the hotel's restaurant to order breakfast and slowly eat.
More than an hour later, in the high-class room Ye Xuan had booked, the originally spacious space became a little crowded. This was because there were suddenly nine men and five women in the room. Including Ye Xuan, there were a total of fifteen people. Apart from the female teacher Layton, everyone who had survived the plane crash had come to this room.
"Ahem, good morning everyone!" Looking at the silent people in the room, as the temporary host, Ye Xuan had no choice but to speak first to break the deadlock.
"Alright, we're not here to listen to you talk about this. Let's get to the point!" Carter, who was a little grumpy, said as he hugged his girlfriend, Terry.
In response to Carter's interruption, Ye Xuan smiled faintly. Seeing that everyone around him had the same expression, Ye Xuan spread his hands. "Alright, then I'll first introduce you to two people. I believe that everyone should have gone back to investigate the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge collapse that I mentioned before. This is Mr. Sam Roden. This is his girlfriend, Miss Molly Haiber. They are the survivors of that incident. "
In fact, when Ye Xuan introduced them, these people had been secretly observing Sam and the other man for a long time. They also guessed that these two might be the two people Ye Xuan had mentioned before. After a moment of silence, the beautiful woman named Perrin spoke first, "Hello, Mister Royden, Miss Harper. My name is Palin Doris, and I'm an intern reporter for The New York Times. Did you two really experience the collapse of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge? "
Sam first glanced at Ye Xuan, who was sitting calmly on the chair, and then said, "Yes!"
"Then, may I ask, how did you escape that accident? Well, what I mean is, the newspaper said that you knew in advance that the bridge would collapse, so you and your colleagues escaped the disaster. Can you tell me more about it? "Perrin asked again.
Following Perrin's question, everyone in the room focused their attention on Sam.
Feeling the focus on him, Sam felt the pressure increase. He took a deep breath and looked around at the people who were looking at him. He said, "I dreamed it, or should I say, I predicted it."
"Dreamed? Predicted? "Hearing Sam's words, everyone was stunned at first, then turned to look at Alex.
"Wait. You said you dreamed of it? Oh, God, I thought I, I thought only I could … "Alex stood up excitedly. He put his hands in his hair and looked at Sam excitedly.
Alex had always thought that he was different. Others looked at him as if they were looking at a freak, which made him feel a lot of pressure. Now that he heard that he was not a freak, he was so excited.
Everyone in the room had escaped from the plane. Naturally, they knew what Alex was talking about. Back then, he also seemed to be dreaming when he suddenly said that the plane was going to explode.
"You can predict it too?" Seeing Alex's excited expression, Sam was also a little excited.
"To be precise, both of you are the same." At this time, Ye Xuan, who was watching quietly, suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention. "We are all psychics chosen by Death!"
"A psychic medium chosen by the god of death?" Everyone looked at Ye Xuan in shock. Sam said, "Psychic medium? What's a psychic? "
"You can think of our survival as a game, and you can think of it as a game designed by Death when he was bored, and we are the pawns in Death's game." Ye Xuan looked at the crowd and paused for a moment. Then he said calmly, "We are all supposed to die, but the god of death needs some fun when he's bored. So he arranged for a psychic to lead a small group of people to escape from danger, and the god of death will design a new list to kill this small group of people one by one. That is, we are the ones who escaped. Psychics can predict danger to a certain extent, or predict Death's next target, and can even use prediction to save others. "
Everyone was dumbfounded by Ye Xuan's words. After a long while, Alex said, "Are you saying that the Grim Reaper is a freak?"
Ye Xuan was also stunned by what Alex said, but he could not help but smile and nodded. "Maybe that's right!"
Indeed, Death was probably a psycho. Otherwise, why would he think of playing this kind of game, and in the end, no one could escape from his pursuit.
"Then how do we escape from Death's pursuit?" This time, it was Sam who asked the question.
Looking at Sam, Ye Xuan said, "If you want to escape the pursuit of the Grim Reaper, other than understanding the Grim Reaper's death plan and avoiding it, everything else is fake, including saving people or killing people!"
Seeing that Ye Xuan was implying something, Sam looked at him in shock and said, "You, how do you know? Who are you? "
"Me?" Ye Xuan smiled and looked at the people around him who were also looking at him in confusion. He said, "You can think of me as an exorcist from the East."
Exorcist?
"What a joke, exorcist? Are you going to talk about whether the so-called Death is a vampire or a werewolf? I think you guys are all crazy, Terry, we … "
Dong dong dong!!!
Before Carter could finish, there was a loud knock on the door of the hotel room. "The people inside, listen up. We are the police. Someone is trying to gather people to gamble, gamble, and take drugs. Please open the door immediately!"
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