The word "grandmother" has not been mentioned in front of Zhao Xiaokui for a long time.
She raised her head, looked at Arthur and the others, and said, "I want to talk to him alone, can I?"
The two words alone are as heavy as they are spit out from the tip of the tongue.
Things changed, Arthur wanted to say something, but Faisley tugged at his sleeve.
She lowered her head, looking a little humble in front of Zhao Xiaokui, her body trembled slightly, and the sweat condensed on her chin, she said to Zhao Xiaokui in a respectful tone that Arthur had never heard before: "As you wish, ma'am."
Arthur's heart tightened, he glanced at Zhao Xiaokui, and quickly retracted his gaze.
He is a very cautious man, and knows how to judge the pros and cons.
Others are also very good at looking at people's faces. They don't have the common idiots in movies. After Zhao Xiaokui's words fell, he followed his captain and withdrew silently.
After going out, someone was dissatisfied: "Why should we listen to the words of that Chinese?"
Faisley gave her a cold look, "If you don't want to die, you don't have to listen."
Arthur didn't feel the pressure. Although he believed Faisley's judgment, he still had some doubts in his heart, so he asked, "What do you feel?"
"... What did I feel?" Faisley glanced at the slowly closing wooden door. In the room, Zhao Xiaokui was bending over and pinching "Johnny"'s chin, forcing him to look at her, separated by so far From the distance, she can feel the breath of the sword drawn, "I feel the breath of death."
There was some lingering fear in her voice.
She looked at Arthur and said earnestly, "Kwai is far more terrifying than I thought. At that moment, I almost fell to my knees."
"We must try to be friends with her, and we must not turn her into our enemy. She has abilities beyond your imagination."
Arthur's face became solemn because of her words.
The strengths of him and Faisley are not among the top ten in the alliance of the gods, but at least the top twenty are on the list.
According to the information they have learned, Zhao Xiaokui only became an extraordinary person a year ago, which is much shorter than the time when they became extraordinary people, and now the opponent is far more powerful than the two of them who have become extraordinary people. people of ten years.
Arthur said solemnly, "I know."
At the same time, he warned his teammates, "When facing Kwai, remember to be as respectful as you are to me. You cannot afford to offend a super expert."
Some of the team members curled their lips in disapproval, thinking that the two of them were exaggerating, but nodded, indicating that they would listen to the captain.
In the room, Zhao Xiaokui's sharp sight directly hit "Johnny"'s eyes.
"Don't lie to me, tell everything you know."
Facing her oppression, "Johnny" didn't feel nervous at all, but smiled lightly, "Don't be so serious, your grandmother and I used to be best friends, in fact, if it weren't for me being a step behind , you might want to call my grandfather now."
Zhao Xiaokui released his extraordinary form.
The golden fish scales shone brightly under the fluorescent lamp, and the shimmering luster on it almost stings people's eyes.
This is not a metaphor or exaggeration, but the brilliance of the power of faith.
For the first time, "Johnny", who did not change his face, appeared to dodge for the first time.
There was a slight pain in his expression, but after the pain, he showed a mocking smile, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."
He said: "We are a group of people who have been abandoned by faith, and you are lucky to have this new world."
When he said the word "lucky", his tone was filled with indescribable jealousy and ridicule.
"It's astoundingly affectionate that your grandmother could do this for you."
Zhao Xiaokui asked, "What did she do for me?"
"Johnny" laughed maliciously, "Guess what?"
…
Of course, Zhao Xiaokui couldn't guess.
The evil god possessing Jonny didn't really want to play a guessing game with her.
After hearing the so-called truth from "Johnny", Zhao Xiaokui suddenly lost his mind uncontrollably.
"...That's it, she found your lifeline in all the tributaries of fate."
"No, you lied."
What, how could it be.
How could she be a survivor of the last civilization
She clearly remembered that she was born in an old hospital, she still remembered the dilapidated walls, the dim lights...
The evil god's voice was still ringing in your ears, "Did you realize that you can recall every minute and every second of what happened from birth to the present, but you can't remember your parents anyway, it's like They've never been in your life the same way."
"Of course you haven't seen them, because of your mermaid, you are the only one left, alone, left in the world, waiting for the arrival of the new century."
"I don't believe what you said," Zhao Xiaokui's face turned pale, but her eyes were still firm, she quickly thought of the paradox in the evil spirit's mouth, "You said that my grandmother is from the same era as you, but she once raised me Growing up, if she was from the same era as you, how could she appear in modern society?"
"Johnny" grinned silently as if he had heard some very funny joke.
"Darling." His tone was intimate and greasy, full of bewitching, "think about it carefully, does your grandmother really exist?"
Zhao Xiaokui's memories regressed uncontrollably.
Go back to the day her grandmother died.
She thought her last class that day was math, but it wasn't.
That class was the class meeting of their class. The monitor used the multimedia in the classroom to show "The Truman World".
At that moment, an extremely absurd feeling suddenly rose in her heart.
Truman lives in a world that others have created for her, so will she also live in a world that others have created for her
Could her classmates, friends, and even relatives be all a deliberately designed lie
On the day she pondered this question, her grandmother died.
A burst of severe pain hit Zhao Xiaokui's heart. This kind of cognition made her extremely painful, and she couldn't even control the expression on her face for a while. Her pale lips and knitted brows seemed to please "Johnny", so he smiled happily again, "Look, what a pitiful little fool who has been living in a lie."
In the pain of being put into a blender, some of the images in my memory that seemed to be lit by a soft light gradually became clear.
She saw how her younger self was crawling out of a cocoon.
As soon as she was born, she was like a three-year-old child, able to walk, dance, and speak neatly.
She bewitched a kind-hearted middle-aged woman and asked her to bring herself from the countryside to the city.
In the city, she found another old man who was about to die, and lived in the other's home as her granddaughter.
After the old man died, she lived alone in that house.
Under her invincible fascination, no one doubts how a three-year-old child can live alone at home.
Her fictional grandmother became a channel for her to socialize with the outside world.
Zhao Xiaokui's expression gradually became cold.
"Johnny" chuckled, "Look, you're the same person as me."
Zhao Xiaokui put his hand around his neck, "No, I'm not."
"Johnny" was pinched by her and rolled her eyes, but she still smiled madly, and said in a certain tone: "No, you are, you are the same people as us, everyone who survived from the last civilization, They are all lunatics, and only lunatics can survive from the last civilization…”
"Do you really want to kill me? I heard that you killed a lot of evil gods like me, do you really think you can kill all evil gods? Can you kill all of them? Have you ever thought, maybe One day, the person you meet will have a golden fishtail..."
"I know, of course I know."
From the day "Johnny" said that her grandmother didn't exist, she knew that if her grandmother was still alive, she could only exist in one form, that is, like those of "Johnny", hiding in time and space In the cracks of his life, he escaped the cleansing of civilizations and became an evil god who can only gain temporary sobriety by taking the fate of others.
If she continues to absorb faith and assume the responsibility of "savior", sooner or later, she will meet her grandmother.
"…but so what?"
Her dark golden eyes were so cold and so sad.
"One day," she said, "I'll kill her with my own hands, just as I would kill you."
The power of faith surged in her soul.
Then along his arm, like a soldier, he rushed towards "Johnny" one after another.
"Johnny", who always felt that he was in a safe position to win, only changed his face at this time.
"You'll regret, you'll regret—"
The Power of Faith stops before making an intimate encounter with "Johnny."
He thought that he had succeeded in persuading him, and suddenly showed a smug smile, but Zhao Xiaokui's words made his smile stiff on his face.
"Do you think I'll let you go?" The power of faith suddenly spewed out, and the white rays of light swelled, engulfing him from head to toe, Zhao Xiaokui retracted his hand, patted his palm lightly, facing Silent "Johnny" said, "Idiot."
If it was before she met Shen Zhifei, the words of "Johnny" might have really moved her.
For Zhao Xiaokui herself, she actually doesn't have much good and evil, and she doesn't care much about the so-called evil and righteousness.
It was Shen Zhifei who made her connect with the world, it was Shen Zhifei who chose Nightcrawler for her, and it was Shen Zhifei who pushed her from the path of neutrality to the eyes of the world, representing the side of justice.
The power of faith is more lethal to the evil god than holy water.
Zhao Xiaokui, who washed her hands with the mineral water on the table, slowly rinsed her hands with water, admiring her slender fingers, and when she felt clean, she turned her head and looked at "Johnny" who was no longer struggling, and said : "A person like me only cares about today and the present. I don't even understand what I really care about. What gives you the illusion that you and I are the same kind of people?"
If you are like "Johnny", lingering on alive.
Zhao Xiaokui would rather die neatly.
She believed her grandmother felt the same way.
So she would rather never see her grandmother again than meet her grandmother in an opposite capacity one day in the future.
If there is such a day, she will be disappointed with her grandmother.
Disappointed that she lived up to her imagination.
Zhao Xiaokui opened the door, and Arthur and Faisley entered the room directly. Looking at Jonny, who had his head down and was dead, Arthur clenched his fists, and Faisley gritted his teeth, not to mention the others. said, with angry expressions on his face.
"Why do you all look like you're dead?" Zhao Xiaokui turned her head and saw this scene, she said strangely, "Why don't you go looking for his soul, what are you still doing here?"
Arthur was like a deaf patient who had just recovered his hearing, "What, what did you just say?"
"I said you haven't looked for his soul yet, so what are you doing here? Although he is an extraordinary person, but his soul body is floating outside alone, or in this kind of world, it is very likely that he won't be able to last for more than three hours. If you don't find someone before dawn, you can really consider taking them back for a funeral."
Faisley suddenly understood what she was talking about.
After reacting, she rushed out of the door without saying a word and ran towards the street.
The others were stunned for half a second, followed closely behind, and rushed out.
Zhao Xiaokui did not stop him. After the evil god was killed once by her with the power of faith, even if the avatar/body was still in this space, his strength would inevitably drop greatly, and it was impossible to cause harm to them in a short period of time.
Zhao Xiaokui thought so, but she didn't expect that the slap in the face came so suddenly and unexpectedly.
Just when she estimated that the time was almost up and was about to go back to the room to wake up her team members, the door opened and she stepped into another world.
This is a world full of yellow sand.
This is a city built of black boulders.
The general in armor, standing on a tall stone, gave an exciting speech.
The soldiers standing on the square were encouraged, raised their sharp swords high, and let out a deafening cheer after another.
Zhao Xiaokui's reaction was slow for a moment, and when he saw the general on the high platform, he suddenly turned his head, stared at her coldly, and asked, "Soldier, what are you thinking?"
Zhao Xiaokui: "...I didn't think about anything."
She glanced around in the crowd, but did not find a familiar face.
Of course, it could also be her familiar faces, all hidden in the masks of guards wearing steel helmets around them.
"Stay focused, soldier! Lose your life if you lose your mind on the battlefield!"
Zhao Xiaokui replied yes.
Then he lowered his presence and quietly merged into the other soldiers.
As if a drop of water melted into the sea.
The general wanted to stare more at the soldier who dared to be distracted when he was giving a speech, but when he looked over, he found that he could not remember what the soldier looked like, but only remembered that there was a lot of ashes on her face - the whole stone In the city, everyone has a lot of ashes on their faces.
Zhao Xiaokui did not act rashly.
She observed everyone around her, and everyone looked so lifelike, like a living person.
Or they are living people themselves, they just don't know they are dead.
She had already guessed the identities of these people—
Soldier.
Soldiers who died on the battlefield of Fra.
She once saw a similar situation in a book.
The two hostile countries fought day and night, and the soldiers and generals were all red-eyed.
The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to think about how to defeat each other and how to kill each other.
However, one day, an unexpected disaster suddenly struck, killing everyone in an instant.
But death did not quench the hostility of the soldiers of the two countries.
So the space they were in formed a strange field, and they kept repeating their daily battles, as if they never knew they were tired, they kept fighting until an outsider broke in.
Once an outsider is killed in this space, he becomes one of the soldiers.
And the soldier who killed him had a chance to come back to life with the help of his body.
The book Zhao Xiaokui saw was a soldier who came back from the dead. After he became a high-level great wizard, he recalled what happened in the past and wrote down the contents in his memoirs.
After the formation is disbanded, it is not immediately rushed to the battlefield.
This gave Zhao Xiaokui a lot of free time to find himself or other team members.
Fortunately, in this army, she quickly found all the night walkers in China.
Unfortunately, among all the Nightcrawlers, no one except her knew her true identity.
They all thought they were "soldiers".
Like all ordinary soldiers, they are full of blood, expecting the long spear in their hands to be able to penetrate the enemy's heart.