Chapter 170 Why Are You Still Alive? I’m Here

In order to prevent anyone from noticing her discomfort, Vifiya swallowed the blood rushing down her throat, and every part of her body seemed to be aching.

When she heard some familiar words, her eyebrows moved slightly. What did he say?

The old priest stood unsteadily in front of the red-haired girl. He suddenly leaned in close to her and asked in confusion, "Is God willing to look at me again?"

The red-haired man did not answer. The old priest had been acting nervous for a long time. According to the past, all he had to do was let out his sudden madness and then return to his original state.

"God, don't look at me anymore." The old priest stared into the red-haired man's eyes, his face aggrieved. "God won't look at me anymore."

He suddenly looked at the black-haired girl behind him. He was crying and laughing at the same time. He was crying, and Vifiya was laughing. His voice was hoarse and low, "You and I are both rejected by God."

In the quiet of the open space, Vifia could hear clearly that the old priest bent down and whispered mockingly: "We were all rejected."

"We are all rejected by Him!" He opened his arms, trying to see the surprise on the girl's face, but unfortunately, there was none.

Vifiya stood there without moving. The sudden roar made her close her eyes. Her temples were shaken as if by silver needles, and her head was dizzy and her vision was blurry.

"We've all been rejected! Rejected! Rejected!"

The old priest was still shouting, his face gradually becoming more and more crazy. The red-haired man stretched out his hand to control him, but was slapped away by him.

"We were all rejected! Rejected!"

Vifiya couldn't help it, she lowered her head and held her forehead, the discomfort in her heart continued, she could only take a deep breath for the time being.

The old priest's voice seemed to be constantly echoing in her head. Every time he howled, her head would ache violently, and the irritability and unhappiness that she had been trying hard to endure were about to collapse.

She gritted her teeth: "Shut up." So noisy.

The old priest didn't hear her voice at all. He just kept shouting out his words. Suddenly, he thought of something. His neck seemed to freeze as he lowered his head to look at Vifiya. He said doubtfully, "The Dust Monument shouldn't be a living thing."

Vifiya controlled her involuntarily rapid breathing, and the eyes under her palms moved slightly when she heard the familiar words.

"You!" the old priest suddenly became excited again, "Why are you still alive?"

Vifiya was stunned.

Seeing him getting closer, the redhead was about to move slightly to completely block his view.

"Why are you still alive!"

Vifiya remained motionless, like a statue.

Alive? Why are you still alive?

Vifiya repeated his words unconsciously, and her already precarious control over her emotions was completely broken.

Why is she still alive?

The dark pupils in the shadow of the palm were instantly filled with ice.

Her fingertips trembled as she slowly lowered them. Her eyes were sharp and a terrifying murderous intent poured out.

The red-haired girl closest to her instinctively felt alarm bells ringing, took a few steps back, and subconsciously wanted to draw her sword.

Vifiya was completely exposed in front of the old priest.

He stared at Vifiya unconsciously and repeated, "Why are you still alive!"

She raised her eyes and stared at him with deep eyes.

Suddenly, she chuckled, as if she had heard something extremely funny. She pulled his long hair and said with a playful look, "You should ask why they can't kill me?"

A simple action caused her whole body to feel stinging, but Vifiya ignored it. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but her expression remained unchanged.

The old priest was stunned. He looked at her blankly, his eyes slowly widening, as if he had seen something incredible. He began to stutter: "I... I... saw..."

Vifiya lowered her eyes, looking down upon others without even realizing it.

"I..." The old priest knelt down slowly with a pious look on his face. Vifiya let go of his hair and looked at the old priest kneeling in front of her.

She immediately became interested, and a wicked smile appeared on her lips: "Have you ever seen God?"

The old priest suddenly became agitated. Vifiya frowned and said, "Don't shout."

Upon hearing this, the old priest restrained himself, although there was still a hint of madness on his face.

Even the black grandmother who had come to her senses after watching this scene found it incredible. After all, he could not control himself every time he "had an attack".

"I... have seen it," the old priest said, as if whispering. "God said He chose me. He said the world's dust monument is complete. He said there will be brand new monsters for me to find."

Suddenly, a part of her fuzzy memory was torn apart. Vifiya endured the severe pain and wiped the blood from her nose.

She had a hunch that if what the old priest said was true, combined with the information in her memory, she might be able to come to a different conclusion, but unfortunately she couldn't remember the past clearly.

Ah, that's really frustrating.

It's the feeling of being just one step away from mastering something completely new.

Her skirt was suddenly pulled, and Vifia looked down expressionlessly. The old priest stared at her eyes in horror, his hands trembling: "You... don't belong here..."

He suddenly let go of her, flopping back uncontrollably, as if he had encountered something terrifying: "The world's dust monument does not belong here."

He shook his head, unable to suppress the trembling in his eyes: "Impossible, impossible!"

He clutched his head in disbelief: "Impossible! The last thing I saw couldn't have been something like this!"

The old priest's voice became louder, causing Vifia's head to ache again.

She shouted at him impatiently, "Ask yourself! Let your God answer you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old priest stopped all his movements. He stood up as if waking from a dream, and suddenly realized something. He lowered his head and stumbled out the door: "Yes, yes, ask God, ask God..."

But will God answer?

Whether He would answer or not was none of Vifiya’s business.

The moonlight spread on the ground, and the open space in front of the Samson Tower fell into silence again.

Nerys and the other three looked at Vifiya worriedly. They didn't understand her conversation with the old priest, but they always felt that it was not a good topic.

The little fat boy didn't even bite the gravel candy in his mouth.

There was calmness in Madam Maggie's eyes. She realized at this moment that she had made a mistake. She had defined Xiao Hui incorrectly. She should not have arranged her and Nerys in the same dormitory.

She is more dangerous than those "abnormal" children.

Clover pursed her lips, her eyes moving back and forth between Madam Maggie and Vifia. Maggie didn't speak, and she didn't speak either, but her eyes would occasionally glance at the black-haired girl with concern.

The world is correcting.

Vifiya clearly felt the changes in her body; she was constantly being squeezed.

Breathing became difficult, and she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly to let her mouth breathe along with it. Her emotions, which were almost out of control, instinctively calmed down in a short time.

Every inch of my skin hurts, a very detailed pain.

Mouths of blood gushed out uncontrollably, staining the moonlight on the ground.

The vague memories became even more mottled, and she suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, the weightlessness of losing everything, even the memories were gone.

My head feels dizzy and my vision is blurry.

She doesn't want to forget, she can't forget.

Why can't we forget?

At this moment, Vifiya couldn't explain the reason, but she just felt stubbornly that she couldn't forget.

"You need treatment."

A woman's voice seemed to come from far away, and she vaguely recognized it as the voice of the administrator of Samson Tower.

She tried to regulate her breathing, but it seemed that blood was coming out of her nose, blocking the air.

None of this seems important.

What matters is memory.

She couldn't forget, she couldn't forget, she couldn't forget herself, she couldn't forget who she was.

who is she?

His heart ached in waves, and there were fine layers of cold sweat on his pale face.

No one present in the open space noticed that behind the black-haired girl were dots of starlight, some white, some gold, some blue, some purple, and some red, which slowly gathered into a human shape.

A phantom with blonde hair and red eyes vaguely hugged her from behind, leaning his head against hers and closing his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

A scene that should not be seen by anyone was clearly reflected in a pair of silver eyes by a small window in the tower.

All the pain and discomfort in Vifiya's body faded away in an instant, along with the vague memories.

There was silence beside my ears, only the sound of breathing.

Vifiya blinked blankly. She looked down and saw that she was covered in blood, with confusion in her eyes.

what happened?

She raised her eyes, only to find herself in the open space in front of the Samson Tower. She looked around: Maggie, as serious and calm as ever, Clover, with a worried look on her face, the red-haired girl observing her, Nerys and the fat boy, who were obviously frightened, Fei Yi, who was even more curious about her, Eddie, who didn't look at her, and...

Vifiya was surprised that Grandma Black was also in the tower.

What did she do? What happened in between?

She only remembered that the chain monster almost attacked Nerys and the others.

"You need treatment." Clover couldn't help but repeat Madam Maggie's words.

The fat boy pinched his collar. Although they had all heard about the drug trial, Xiao Hui's appearance did require treatment.

As long as they can be there and prevent Madam Maggie from getting the chance to send her for drug testing...

Upon hearing this, Vifia patted herself and did not feel any pain at all. She even jumped a few times, which scared Nerys and Clover.

"I feel fine." Although she didn't remember what happened in between, she didn't forget what the fat man said about testing the medicine.

Madam Maggie looked at Vifia silently, then glanced at Grandma Black and Nerys' children.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and warned the black grandmother beside her: "I will not answer your questions. Samsonta's affairs have nothing to do with you."

The red-haired man walked up to the black grandmother with an understanding look and tapped the dagger at his waist, the meaning was self-evident.

After handing the black grandmother over to the red-haired man, Maggie said with a headache: "Since everything is fine, go back and rest first. We will talk about tonight's matter tomorrow."

She gestured to Clover to take the children back to the dormitory, as she needed to prepare for what to do.

"Wait." The red-haired man suddenly spoke, his eyes slanting towards the innocent-looking black-haired girl, and he smiled maliciously, "Mrs. Maggie, she wants to leave St. Fagus Island."