Hearing these three words, An Wujiu was not surprised.
Desperate, repeat the same mistakes, self-destruct.
Although some of them haven't happened yet, they all seem to fit the description of his fate.
Wu You said coldly, "This is all fake, don't believe it."
Nan Shan also echoed, "Well, if you don't believe it or you don't."
The companion cared a lot about this, An Wujiu just smiled lightly and didn't express anything.
The old woman looked at Wu You again, "My lord priest, do you want to see the result of your divination?"
Wu You had a cold face, and didn't want to speak. He saw An Wujiu's divination result, and he didn't want to accept it, so he didn't expect anything from himself.
But the old woman only asked a symbolic question. Even though Wu You didn't respond, she still opened the stone cup facing Wu You and read out the prophecy inside.
"Save, treasure, time."
The last one is [time]. Wu You couldn't comprehend the meaning of it temporarily, but the first two words made him feel uncomfortable. [Salvation] probably represents the meaning of his birth in this world, just as a heart provider to save the person who is exactly like him but a hundred times happier than him.
And it was never him who was [regarded as a treasure].
Seeing his gloomy face, An Wujiu stretched out his hand to gently touch Wu You's head, then slipped down and rubbed his ears, like a real brother.
"What did you just tell me?"
Wu You replied vaguely, "Don't believe it, it's all fake."
An Wujiu smiled, he didn't care until only Shen Ti's stone cup remained unrevealed.
The old woman told them that these were oracles, not that she made them up indiscriminately, and that if they did not believe in the words of God, they would be offended and bring bad luck.
As she spoke, she tremblingly opened the last stone cup.
An Wujiu could see it clearly, unlike theirs, there was nothing in the inner wall of this stone cup, there was no trace of carving, it was as smooth as new.
"It's really strange, it's so surprising." The old woman was amazed again and again, and looked up at Shen Ti, "There is nothing."
Shen Ti tilted his head, "Really? It seems that this god is not very good."
The old woman said again, "No, how is this possible? Only the newborn and the dead will be blank here, because the gods don't think it is necessary to divination for these two kinds of people."
Wu You was amused, "Some people are really giant babies."
Shen Ti clicked his tongue and grabbed the back of Wu You's neck.
He didn't feel much about what the old woman said, he knew he wasn't human at all, let alone newborns and dead people.
Only An Wujiu froze in place without saying a word.
He thought that at least Shen Ti's current body was human, a living human like him.
Even if he found that he didn't have a heartbeat, An Wujiu thought it was a fluke, maybe it would be different after returning to reality from the game.
But hearing her words, the strong psychological hint made An Wujiu somewhat skeptical, he didn't know if Shen Ti really existed and how long he could exist.
An Wujiu had a very paranoid thought, even if he was a dead person, a dead body without a heartbeat, even if he didn't breathe, have no body temperature, or even be unable to speak, An Wujiu wanted to stay by his side, he couldn't lose his composure. vigilant.
He didn't know why he had such a terrible thought, the next second, An Wujiu realized something.
"Let's go, go to the next one." Shen Ti was very casual, tilting his head to look at An Wujiu.
An Wujiu didn't intend to leave just like that, but looked directly at the divination old woman.
"Have you ever divined your own destiny?"
His dark pupils stared at the old woman's wrinkled eyes, which were like a calm and deep lake.
The old woman kept smiling just now, and it is the same now, she shook her head at An Wujiu, "This is not good, it is against the will of God, my dear priest."
An Wujiu still stared at her like this, the corners of his mouth were straight, his tone was very polite, but the words he said made people unconsciously feel ordered, "Let me do the fortune telling for you, okay?"
Similarly, he did not give her a chance to refuse, but held the old woman's old and withered wrist, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for a few seconds.
Wu You looked at him, not knowing what An Wujiu was going to do, but he held his breath unconsciously.
After a while, An Wujiu slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Countless sacrifices."
The old woman's expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile on her withered face.
"Looking down with arrogance."
A corner of the tent was lifted by the cold wind, and the instant snow light reflected in her eyes, which was fleeting.
An Wujiu let go of his hand, leaned close to her ear, and said the last word in a very soft voice.
Wu You didn't hear what he said, but only keenly saw the slight movement of the old woman's expression for a moment.
An Wujiu smiled, straightened her bent body, said goodbye to her, and left the tent with the other three.
Wrapped in the cold wind and snow, Wu You turned his head, and didn't ask what An Wujiu said, but "Do you believe that old woman's words?"
An Wujiu just said to him: "Even if you think it's right, don't believe a word, it's just her psychological suggestion."
Wu You turned around and found that the old woman came out of the cloak tremblingly and looked at them.
The look in her eyes made Wu You feel gloomy, so she turned her head back.
An Wujiu didn't mention his last prophecy to the old woman, but Shen Ti could hear his voice, so it was very clear.
So when they walked forward side by side, Shen Ti told him, "I also think she is that guy."
An Wujiu looked at him, his eyes widened slightly.
"I heard it." Shen Ti leaned close to An Wujiu's ear, and repeated what he heard from his heart softly, "Go back with a feather."
Yes.
This is An Wujiu's provocation to that evil god.
He knew that he was everywhere, it could be any city dwellers who passed by, it could be the heavy stone statues on their shoulders, or it could be the heavy snow falling here.
If he hides well enough, An Wujiu doesn't care about being watched, anyway, he is already used to being watched.
It's just that he was too arrogant, so arrogant that he couldn't hide the heart that seemed to be watching ants, and jumped out eagerly to show the poor fate of these ants.
"Brother Wugui."
He was recalled by a childish voice, raised his eyes, and saw Noah walking towards them in the distance, and Zhou Yijue behind him.
Noah's face was flushed red from the cold, his eyes were as clear as the blue sky, like a doll.
Wu You was afraid that she would be bullied by Zhou Yijue, so he pulled her to his side, "I was looking for you just now."
"When did you come out?" Noah raised his face and smiled, "I got up early and went down to play in the snow by myself."
People in religious attire walked past them, holding in their hands a sheaf of dark paper, extremely precious, made from the peeled bark of a fig tree, with some writing on it.
One of them stopped in front of them and distributed the bark paper one by one.
An Wujiu took it over and took a closer look. The content above was basically used for preaching, and the descriptions were all related to religion.
He took out one and found that it was different from the one he had seen just now. This piece of bark paper had a large blank area, and only some ancient characters that he could not understand.
Like trying to hide something.
Just like the altar asked them to postpone the discussion of the morning sacrifice on this day, An Wujiu didn't believe it, and just wanted them to come to participate in the grand ceremony.
There was the sound of neat footsteps in the distance, well-trained like an army. An Wujiu looked towards the source of the sound and saw the crowd and the returning team. The man at the front of the team was wearing a suit inlaid with countless obsidian. With colored feathers on his head and a stone ax in his hand, he looks majestic and majestic.
Of the two men behind him, one was wearing a tiger skin and the other was wearing a leopard skin.
"This is probably their leader." Shen Ti said aside.
An Wujiu nodded, "It looks like he just came back from the war."
They blew a trumpet made of bones, and many people in the tents rushed out to greet them.
Wu You turned to look at Nanshan, "You really hit the mark."
Nan Shan was a little puzzled, "What did you say?"
"People in this place are warlike."
Nan Shan was a little surprised, when he and An Wujiu were talking about this beside the stone sculpture, Wu You seemed to be playing with Shen Ti, "I thought you didn't listen."
"I listened." Wu You said, "I don't seem to be listening carefully, but I remember everything you said." After he finished speaking, he took out an injection from his pocket, "Here, this, let me get it for you , I always wear it with me, but you don't seem to be sick recently."
Nan Shan was a little surprised, "Thank you."
"Thank you." Wu You put the injection back into his pocket, "It's good if you don't get sick, and it's best to recover directly."
"Except for my adoptive father, no one has ever cared so much about me."
Nan Shan's sudden confession made Wu You blush suddenly.
He didn't know what to say, his throat was stuck, "Just... just help you get the medicine."
Nan Shan smiled at him, nodded slightly as if approving, "Yes."
Wu You quickly turned his face away, pretending to look at the leader who was greeted by the people and the returning soldiers.
Some soldiers carried some hunted animals in their hands, such as turkeys and wild boars, as well as some pieces of meat that had been chopped up, and they threw them directly to the city residents who greeted them, as if they were rewards.
The townspeople cheered and scrambled to take the meat, their faces full of joy.
At the same time, a singing sound came from the other end, and many people's eyes were attracted, and the moment they looked at it again, they turned into great respect and knelt down directly.
An Wujiu felt a little strange, so he followed the song's reputation and looked over.
He saw the largest stone statue so far.
This stone sculpture of a god is a rare human figure, tall and strong, with a handsome appearance, the sun above his head, and a weapon in his hand. Even the smallest details are carved lifelike.
The townspeople who raised him were wearing thin clothes, their faces were painted red and yellow, and they were yelling in unison, while every townsman passing by knelt down in front of the stone statue, with their foreheads pressed against the cold On the snowy ground, I read the words of prayer, so devout as if a god had descended in front of me.
They could vaguely hear the words spoken by the townspeople, such as "You are perfect and the only god."
This sentence alone made An Wujiu recall some not-so-good memories.
He suddenly remembered that when he was trapped in that small room, during the 24 hours, most of the time was spent in pain and loneliness. Occasionally, people in protective clothing would come in and approach him spotlessly.
At the beginning, they were always critical, especially when he was in the developmental period of adolescence. They would measure the data over and over again, and there would be disagreements. Some thought he was too tall, and some thought he needed to grow taller , They would discuss whether to perform surgery in front of him, cut open the skin, take out his shin bone, and insert a metal prosthetic body to achieve the height they wanted.
What they were most dissatisfied with was the tattoo on his side neck that spread to his chest, yes, they thought it was a tattoo at first, so they tried to remove it with a laser, and found that it didn't work at all, so they cut off the skin and replaced it with a smoother and more It was flawless, but on the second day after the successful transplantation, those peony patterns grew out again.
This vivid nightmare lingers in the minds of these perfectionists, so they modify it over and over again, and re-transplant it again and again.
It's a pity that none of them succeeded, and they had no choice but to give up.
The stubborn flower is like An Wujiu's tenacious vitality, no matter how many times it is crushed, it can be restored to its original beauty.
Later, they gradually became more and more satisfied, especially with his flawless face, the development of his brain, his body's responsiveness, pain tolerance, and flexibility.
his spirit.
It was only then that An Wujiu remembered why they had so many failed experimental subjects. It is not a big deal to transplant prosthetic limbs, and it is not uncommon to strengthen human physical fitness. Even if every bone is smashed and rebuilt, it will not be only a million points. one of the odds of success.
Behind this huge failure data, it is all because of a part of the experimental system of this innovation plan-spiritual transformation.
They believe that past humans, including themselves, were imperfect. Everyone has a self-conflict between good and evil, and there are black flaws in the shining and beautiful human nature.
How can real innovation only stay in the flesh
An extreme, utopian expectation makes them desperate to become godmakers.
Time after time of neural experiments, cutting and generation, training and confrontation, few living subjects can withstand artificial transformation, remove the so-called root of malice in the brain, and retain the incomplete body of truth, goodness and beauty.
Not many people can endure endless electric shock experiments, and use neuralgia time after time to punish and suppress all remaining evils.
[You are perfect. ]
They looked at him with fanaticism and sickness like a believer, and it was no different from the city residents who surrendered to their faith in front of them.
An Wujiu's memory was still fresh.
[You are a saint]
He is the most moral man-made god.
It turns out that this is the reason why he is different from others.
It took him so long to find himself from the extreme division of good and evil, to restore the natural barrier, and to become a normal person, but it turned out that what they wanted was extreme good and flawless experimental results.
More and more disgusting memories surfaced. He thought his lost memories were clear springs, but when he really thought about them, he realized that they were just greasy, dirty and muddy sewage, pretending to be clear springs, bubbling out , and An Wugui could do nothing but accept it.
Shen Ti could hear it all.
He also witnessed it in the past.
He turned his face and saw An Wujiu's pupils were covered with white snow, and heard him speak, his voice was blown away by the cold wind, "Shen Ti, I remembered."
"An Wugui..."
He finished reciting his name softly, and smiled bleakly, the smile was as short as melting ice and snow under the scorching sun.
"Good name."