For the weirdness, it brings pollution, and pollution becomes the soil for the weirdness to survive, allowing the weirdness to open its eyes again.
Of course, that's assuming they still have eyes left.
Shen Xitong was the first one to wake up.
At that time, the weirdness had not yet fully recovered, its impact on the world was not enough, and Shen Xitong's range of activities was not that large.
The rule does not appear.
The pollution did not leak out.
She can only work in the Morningstar Group.
Unless humans make an agreement with her, she cannot directly harm humans.
Shen Xitong, who had become strange, had no feelings towards those humans who treated her as a rare species. She just wanted to leave, but no matter how she walked, she could not get out of the glass house.
Humans thought that their instruments, spells and formations had trapped Shen Xitong, but in fact, it was in a weak period and the pollution did not spread outward, so Shen Xitong was affected accordingly.
Later, a Taoist priest appeared.
In that Taoist priest, Shen Xitong seemed to see the great wizard of the past.
The old Taoist priest was Zhixu Sanren. Shen Xitong felt that he always had a serious face and looked old-fashioned, but in fact he was very smart.
Shen Xitong wanted him to cut off two fingers for him to eat, but he refused.
Later, Zhixu Sanren would take the initiative to talk to Shen Xitong. Shen Xitong knew that humans wanted to understand him, so he ignored them.
Zhixu Sanren didn't care whether she spoke or not. He told her about the development of the world and the little disciple he secretly raised outside. He also read novels and told her stories.
Only when they talked about numerology and fate did Shen Xitong agree to talk to Zhixu Sanren.
"Everyone's destiny is fixed. From the moment they are born, the chains of fate have firmly locked everyone.
Fortune-telling can only give you a glimpse of the future, but it cannot change your future destiny."
Having said this, Zhixu Sanren was still weighing the book in his hand.
"To put it in an analogy, life is a book that has already been written. Everyone is just a character in the book. The story has already been arranged. After countless struggles, the people in the book will only reach the predetermined ending."
"What if the story is not over yet?" Shen Xitong hid in a dark corner, looking at the Taoist priest who was talking outside the glass cover.
Whenever she talked about fate, a strong sense of persistence would arise in her body, as if it was this power of persistence that awakened her from the endless darkness.
"If the story is not finished, the people in the book will stay at that moment forever. They will not be able to create a good ending for themselves no matter how fiercely they resisted in the previous plot."
"Please help me calculate my future." Shen Xitong pressed his pale hands on the glass. "I am a book that has been completed but is being continued."
This was the first request Shen Xitong made to Zhixu Sanren besides eating.
At that time, Zhixu Sanren had not yet grown a goatee.
He just touched his stubble and refused, "You are not human, so I can't be considered one."
"Are there people in this world who are born with good fortune?"
Zhixu Sanren answered without hesitation: "Of course there are. Some people may seem ordinary, but they are actually very lucky. Even if they are stuck in a quagmire at the beginning, they will eventually soar to the sky."