Survivorship Bias

Chapter 143: Snow Spirit

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Shen Ti froze in place.

He imagined many possibilities, about his origin and what he is, thinking that he didn't want to think about it, and he was too lazy to think about it.

But he never thought that the reason for his appearance in this world was An Wujiu himself, even the name was bestowed by An Wujiu.

His hands suddenly became hot, and the skin of his hands moved again.

At the beginning, Shen Ti couldn't control his hands, and the raised lines on them would squirm like bugs from time to time, spray out like veins, and even burrow out of the skin, but after a while, everything returned to its original state, and there was no way to control it. his consciousness. At that time, when he came to the world for the first time, he didn't understand anything, and even speaking was extremely difficult. His hands scared away many people, and no one wanted to be with him.

Deformed freak.

That's how they describe him.

Even in his dreams, Shen Ti would dream of a distorted mirror, in which he was still familiar with himself at first, with black hair, blue-green eyes, and a tinge of red between his brows. But suddenly, an aurora-like brilliant and treacherous mist appeared, covering the black room and the silver mirror. After a while, the reflection in the mirror changed into an indescribable monster.

Those lines on his hands that made him sick turned into smooth and flexible tentacles, as if they were going to come out of the mirror and clamp his throat.

These dreams often appeared, Shen Ti didn't know the reason, he thought it was because he hated these hands too much, so he simply sealed them with a pair of gloves, so that he couldn't see them.

Gradually, over time, Shen Ti began to be able to control that distortion, and that weird power gradually hid in this body, no longer causing trouble.

He thought he was just a little weird, a little more special than most people.

Turns out it wasn't like that, he wasn't human at all.

Obviously, he had this kind of speculation in his heart, but Shen Ti always avoided it, especially after meeting An Wujiu. How he wished that he and An Wujiu were the same kind, just like he wished to have this person.

His memory is always like an endless white fog, as if there is something, but nothing can be seen clearly.

But when Yang Ce said An Wujiu's real name, Shen Ti remembered a lot in an instant.

He finally understood why when he saw An Wujiu, he seemed to be able to see his childhood appearance at a glance.

Because he had seen it before.

From the day An Wujiu's father passed away, An Wujiu's mental value fell into a huge fluctuation. Under such circumstances, he awakened himself.

The extreme rage, pain, fear, and depression of human beings are their best nourishment. The purer and nobler these emotions come from, the stronger the effect of the curse. Only at this time, human beings have the opportunity to approach their domain and summon the reflection of the evil god through spells.

A little boy swallowed by great pain, a sealed distant god, met on a cold night many years ago.

The seemingly indifferent God silently accompanied him to grow up in pain, and was gradually cultivated into a "successful" sample in the pain.

Even Shen Ti himself didn't know that his human form was formed by his obsession, and it was a sliver of human desire that almost destroyed him split from his indifferent godhead.

I want to be the same kind of this little boy, I want to save him, I want to possess him, I want to really embrace his scarred body instead of looking down from above.

Shen Ti was born in this way.

Yang Ce didn't understand why he showed such an expression after he said An Wujiu's real name.

But An Wujiu recovered quickly, thanked him again, he held Shen Ti's hand, and planned to leave, "Do you want to go out with us?"

"I'll stay here for a while." Yang Ce's mind was a little confused, and many memories from ten years ago flooded into his mind, entangled endlessly. He took a puff of his cigarette, glanced at the hands they held, "Shen Ti is yours..."

"Boyfriend." An Wujiu clasped his fingers on the back of Shen Ti's hand, showed a faint smile to Yang Ce, nodded slightly, turned and left.

Going down the spiral staircase, many things from the past are circling in my mind. An Wujiu was thinking about how to tell Shen Ti these things, and also wanted to know if Shen Ti could remember something, for example, was he related to the book that appeared in his home before, and how did he come here? of the altar.

Does he... still remember himself.

These questions were one after the other, and An Wujiu didn't know where to start.

Pushing open the door of the tower, snowflakes splashed all over his face and stuck to his eyelashes. An Wujiu closed his eyes and raised his hand to wipe off the fallen snow.

"You can ask me one by one, it's okay."

Shen Ti's sudden words made An Wujiu turn his head suddenly, his slightly widened eyes were full of surprise.

Shen Ti didn't look at him, but still turned his face sideways. In the snowy sky, he raised the corners of his mouth, and his red earrings swayed slightly, like a god who is not so serious and reliable, but handsome enough.

"I can hear what you're saying."

An Wujiu grabbed his arm and pulled him to look directly at him, "Really?"

How could there be such an outrageous thing

Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "It's really outrageous."

Really audible!

An Wujiu blinked twice, then licked his dry lips, "When did it start..."

Could it be that Shen Ti could hear all the things he was thinking before.

"Don't worry, it's not such an exaggeration." Shen Ti looked up at the sky and thought for a while, "If you want to hear it very clearly and accurately, it should be in this game, and it should be on the two of us..."

An Wujiu covered his mouth very well.

"Are you kidding?" He asked Shen Ti again, "Can you hear everything?"

Shen Ti shook his head, raised his hand to hold An Wujiu's wrist, and took his hand off, "Occasionally, very randomly, for example, I am not sure of your identity until now." After speaking, he raised three fingers, "I swear .”

An Wujiu doesn't care if he already knows his identity in the game, it's not important at all, the important thing is why Shen Ti can hear his voice, is it possible that he is really some kind of god

Does that mean that Shen Ti also knows what he was thinking just now.

Regarding his past, the tragedy of his family being destroyed when he was a child, including his bond with the "he" who is suspected to be Shen Ti...

"What about other people's?" An Wujiu asked him, "Can you hear it too?"

Shen Ti shook his head.

"just me?"

Shen Ti nodded, and added: "And I can empathize with you."

"Empathy?" An Wujiu frowned.

Empathy is not a difficult thing, many people can do it, and do it very well.

Shen Ti heard what he was thinking, and told him directly, "The empathy I'm talking about may be in the physical sense."

An Wujiu looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

Shen Ti raised his hand and covered his heart, "When you are in pain, I will also feel heartache, very real feeling."

An Wujiu didn't ask any more questions.

These signs all show one fact—there is a deeper connection between him and Shen Ti that is not yet clear.

"It's cold outside," he raised his head and said to Shen Ti, "let's go back first."

The two walked silently in the snow, suddenly, An Wujiu heard Shen Ti say "thank you" to him, he raised his head and asked him why.

"Thank you for giving me a name." Shen Ti's voice was gloomy, like a drop of warm water falling into An Wujiu's frozen heart.

The word "Tie" is an exhortation left to him by his father, and finally turned into an obsession to accompany him.

Although this obsession itself may be the most careless guy in the world.

"You already know..."

Shen Ti hummed, "But I can't remember much now, I only know that I appeared because of you."

An Wujiu held his hand tightly, he couldn't explain why, when he clearly knew that Shen Ti was not a real human being, a kind of panic arose spontaneously.

Shen Ti should not have appeared in this world, and An Wujiu was afraid that one day, he would really disappear, or return to his promised land.

Shen Ti thought of what Yang Ce said before, and said to An Wujiu: "Yang Ce said that the human innovation plan is used to fight against some kind of unnatural force, and the researchers who participated in the human innovation plan have all died one by one. What do you think? Is there any reason for me?"

He didn't speak directly, but An Wujiu could understand.

"My father's death should have nothing to do with you." An Wujiu said, "I remember very clearly that when he died, his entire eyeballs turned blue, like glass beads. My mother also warned me not to look at blue eyes. colored things."

He looked at Shen Ti, "Have you noticed that every time you enter the altar, the surrounding environment is formed by blue light spots, but it was not very obvious at the beginning, the most obvious was yesterday."

Shen Ti asked: "You're talking about the blue flame of the evening sacrifice."

An Wujiu nodded, "That blue flame reminds me of a person, to be precise, it's a voice."

"It seems that we want to go together." The corners of Shen Ti's mouth curled up slightly, "That damned rabbit."

"That's right." They walked towards the temple step by step, An Wujiu felt chills in his heart, "What I'm most afraid of now is that the thing that completely broke my father's spirit is hidden behind the altar, or …”

He raised his head and looked around, "He's everywhere, maybe it's a flower or a tree in the altar, or an NPC who observes us, or even a certain player."

An Wujiu told Shen Ti what the rabbit had said at the checkpoint in the shelter center, "He said that before us, only one player had ever cracked that game."

Shen Ti has also heard this sentence, "You think that player may be the rabbit himself."

"It's just my guess." An Wujiu continued to move forward, his feet were stiff because of the deep snow, "That rabbit always has an omniscient perspective, and he said, people like me, I His extreme emotions are what he most likes to see. He once tried to drive me crazy, but failed."

"I think... the rabbit and the player who cleared the level may both be one of his avatars."

This is the scariest. If their enemies were people, camps, or even data, they would not be so uncontrollable and unknowable, but now An Wujiu can't even know who the instigator of killing his father is.

His existence, like Shen Ti's, is a frightening unknown.

"You once said that you were punished by your own kind and kept repeating a certain kind of pain, but could you really feel the pain at that time?" An Wujiu felt incredible, or was he already stripped of him at that time? Came out and turned into a human body.

Could that god emitting blue light be Shen Ti's kind? Under his powerful interference with the spirit, An Wujiu survived and remembered some words, but there was a deviation in the method or content of the summoning, so Shen Ti was dragged into this world by accident.

An Wujiu wanted to say something, but suddenly heard Wu You's voice.

"Brother Wugui!"

He looked flustered, and ran towards them anxiously, leaving Nan Shan behind.

"What's wrong?" An Wujiu held his arm, "What happened."

"Noah is missing." Wu You panted and told him, "We searched the whole city but didn't see her."

Nanshan also came over and told An Wujiu the whole story, "Noah was with us half an hour ago, at that time she asked to go out of the city to see, I thought about it, and decided to ask the city residents for some food first And water just in case, but after we got the food and left the homes of the city residents, we found that Noah was missing. We have been looking for it for a long time, and we have searched from house to house, but there is no news."

"Shouldn't disappear out of thin air." An Wujiu thought for a while, "She said she was leaving the city, did you go to the city gate to see it?"

"I looked for her, but I didn't see her." Wu You said.

An Wujiu felt that something was wrong, he remembered that he was on the top of the mountain to observe the layout of the city in the water, the city was built on a plain with the valley and the temple at its back, the city wall and the moat surrounded a large square land.

Shen Ti stretched his waist, "Why don't you go and look for it in the back."

Wu You felt that he was unreliable, "The back?"

"The back of the temple." An Wujiu said.

So the four of them bypassed the huge temple and steps, and came to the back, only to find that there were no steps on the back of the temple, but a straight cliff-like stone wall. This kind of structure is very strange, it made An Wujiu think of a possibility.

Generally speaking, when building this kind of pyramid-shaped structure, steps will be built on both sides, but such a structure is easy to be attacked from the back. If the reverse side is a stone wall perpendicular to the ground, once the enemy attacks, the difficulty will be greatly increased. There can only be one way. Attack the temple.

He also didn't know why he suddenly thought of the scene of war, and not long after, he heard Nanshan's voice.

"Is that Noah?"

Wu You looked over and found that there was another person standing beside Noah. After a closer look, it turned out to be Zhou Yijue. He quickly ran over to hold Noah's hand, and dragged him behind him, away from Zhou Yijue.

Zhou Yijue came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Wu You, and smiled, "You don't have to be so guarded against me, if it wasn't for me, your little sister would have been seduced by the monster."

monster

"It was I who heard that she was going out of town, and this happened to be what I was going to do," Zhou Yijue said, "So I followed her, and unexpectedly I also ran into a ghost."

An Wujiu walked over and asked Noah what happened.

Noah frowned, "There was a snow-white woman here just now."

The hair, eyelashes, skin and pupils are all white and transparent, like a snow elf.

"She has shackles on her ankles and wrists," Noah told them. "She wants us to untie her, and I agree."

Her eyes were full of sadness, and the empty white pupils seemed to hold ice crystals of tears.

Shen Ti put his arms around his chest and listened to the story carefully, "And then? Generally speaking, don't these fairy tales have plots of repayment?"

Noah glanced at him, "What I said is true, if you don't believe me, look at him." She pointed to Zhou Yijue, "That woman really wants to repay her kindness, she gave us a fire."

An Wujiu looked at Zhou Yijue, and saw his clenched palm slowly spread out, inside was a weak, jumping blue fire.

It's blue again.

"What's the use of this?" Shen Ti walked over, stood still in front of Zhou Yijue, bent down, trying to blow out the fire in his hand with one breath.

But Zhou Yijue guessed that he would not do good things, so he put his hands away, making Shen Ti's plan come to nothing.

Noah said: "She told us that if you use this fire to ignite the three sacred pillars during the sacrifice, you can get the miracle of rebirth."

The miracle of rebirth

An Wujiu looked at Zhou Yijue.

"I know what you're going to say."

Zhou Yijue took the lead and said, "Since I've been given the chance, I must try."