Chapter 373: Rag Doll, the Arrival of the Prophet (4000 words, please give me a monthly ticket)

"Putting aside the question of whether or not you're a prophet, Ming Huan, haven't you been overexerting yourself lately?" Red Dragon suddenly said, "Pay attention to your mental state."

It looked at Ji Minghuan's face through its reading glasses. Even the young body in the spiritual world looked tired at this moment, with its back slightly hunched.

"What else can I do?" Ji Minghuan asked nonchalantly, reaching out to fiddle with the puzzle pieces on the ground.

The Spiritual Library was quiet, and the warm afterglow of the sunset enveloped everything. However, for some reason, the sunlight was particularly red today, and there was no sign of the white-haired girl.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, stretched out his hand, and pulled hard at the rope hanging from above his head.

Then he raised his head and silently watched the four corpses hanging from the ceiling twitching back and forth, like a pile of rotten meat wriggling.

After a while, the black pupa's restraints suddenly fell out from the hem of his windbreaker, hanging on the ground in circles, like a pile of dead snakes.

Before long, the restraints had piled up like a mountain on the floor.

Then they suddenly began to wriggle, rising and falling like the tide, as if they were dancing, sometimes forming the shape of Bubble Dragon, sometimes twisting into the shape of My Little Pony, and sometimes turning into the shape of Kong Youling.

"Oh, something exploded!"

Ji Minghuan loosened the rope, lay on the ground, and looked at the pile of restraints on the ground curiously.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The red dragon retracted his gaze and continued asking.

"It's okay. I'll be free in a few days anyway," Ji Minghuan said as he played with the restraints on the ground. "We'll attack the Salvation Society in September. Those who deserve to die will die, and those who deserve to live will live... It all depends on fate. Restricted-level psychics are not gods. I can't just let anyone live just because I want them to. What's the point of that?"

He paused, his lips moving slightly, "Otherwise, Li Qingping wouldn't have died."

Ji Minghuan held his cheeks with both hands, raised his head, and looked calmly at the hem of Hei Pu's windbreaker.

The restraints pouring out of the black windbreaker were like a surging tide, submerging the entire library in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, a circle of restraints suddenly stretched out from the ground, as if it had been planned for a long time, and suddenly jumped up and surrounded Ji Minghuan's neck. Then he was hung from the ground and suspended above the ceiling.

Ji Minghuan's body hung from the ceiling, his tongue lolling out as he gazed down at the restraints on the ground. The restraints squirmed into human shapes, linking hands and gradually transforming into the shadows of a hundred white-haired girls.

They spun lightly in circles, with the corners of their mouths stretched upwards.

Looking down from the ceiling, it looked like a white circle spinning back and forth. From time to time, the restraints on the white-haired girls would leak out.

It was as if a spring had fallen out of the puppet, and a moment later a black ocean covered the white circle.

Ji Minghuan had no expression on his face. He silently untied the restraints around his neck and wrapped them around his right leg.

He immediately loosened the restraints, and his body drooped down, his arms hanging limply, his palms hanging outwards, like a puppet hanging upside down in mid-air with its strings cut.

"Come to think of it, too many things have happened in these two months. Generally speaking, would these events erupt in such a concentrated manner? This is too much of a coincidence." He murmured softly.

"Have you forgotten what your special ability is?" asked the red dragon.

Ji Minghuan turned his head and looked at the red dragon Wales.

"Tampering with reality?" He thought for a moment. "In other words, my ability is guiding the development of reality. That makes sense. I always feel like the whole world revolves around me."

"That's right," the red dragon said. "So what do you need to worry about? That prophet can't affect you at all. His ability is essentially about tampering with reality, but it affects the future, while you affect the present, right here and now."

"To be honest, I'm actually a little worried."

"There's nothing to worry about."

"After all, I still don't know the prophet's identity... I've finally completed all the preparations and worked so hard for so long. If something big happens to me now, I won't be able to withstand it."

Ji Minghuan said, using his fingernails to tear the restraints around his legs and fell from mid-air. He hit the ground headfirst, and the figures of the hundred white-haired girls shattered at the same moment, the restraints vanishing without a trace.

He sat down, supported his hands on the ground, raised his head and sighed slightly.

"Don't worry," the red dragon adjusted his reading glasses and lowered his eyes to read. "I can be sure... that you are the most special and powerful being in this plane. No one can threaten you."

"But he can threaten the people around me. They are not restricted-level psychics." Ji Minghuan lowered his eyes, looked at the broken puzzle on the floor, and said softly.

"That's true."

"I say... from a god's perspective, why are humans designed to be so fragile? It always feels like they could die in a snap. If only they weren't so fragile. If everyone had a body as strong as Superman, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

At this point, Ji Minghuan lowered his voice and said, "I always feel like I'm making friends with a group of ants. I have to worry all the time whether they will be stepped on, drowned, or blown away by the wind. Isn't it tiring?"

The Red Dragon was silent for a moment. "Those who have never experienced insignificance and ordinariness cannot understand the preciousness of life, nor can they maintain awe for life."

"What do you want to say?"

"You're a kind child, but you're incredibly powerful, born with everything," the Red Dragon said. "Anyone with that kind of power would become cynical and lose themselves, let alone a child... But you don't treat this world as a game, so I think you're very interesting. Compared to Qingping, you're more worthy of observation."

It paused. "That girl is your anchor. She keeps you human, and not as if you were some higher-dimensional entity. She's important, so I understand why you keep clinging to her."

Ji Minghuan remained silent.

After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Never mind...it doesn't matter...it's all right. I'm tired."

"By the way, aren't you curious? Where did that shadow come from?" The Red Dragon said, and suddenly stretched out his fingernails and pointed at the white-haired girl sitting in the corner of the library.

Ji Minghuan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look, and only then did he realize that it was a rag doll with white hair, buttons sewn into its eyes, and a mouth made of needlework, with the corners of its mouth raised high in a frown.

The rag doll had no shadow, it just sat quietly against the bookshelf, slumped there without moving.

"Isn't that something I created?" he asked. "Subconscious or something."

He still remembered that before this, every time he came to the library, he would see Kong Youling's phantom. Every time he fell asleep, she would lean on his side.

But he didn't know when it started, it seemed like half a month ago, or a few days ago, Kong Youling's phantom gradually turned into a rag doll, sitting motionless against the bookshelf, so he hadn't taken care of it for a while.

"Maybe, you will know the answer if you wait a little longer." The red dragon was silent for a moment and said in a low voice.

"Who cares..."

After saying that, Ji Minghuan lay down on the floor of the library in a spread-eagle position, staring at the ceiling dyed yellow by the setting sun for a while, and looking at the mountains under the sky in a daze.

"What does Li Qingping do when he is tired?" After a long silence, he suddenly asked.

"Find a place where no one is and sleep."

"Well...then we are quite similar." After saying that, Ji Minghuan slowly closed his eyelids. The afterglow of the setting sun made his face red, like a warm peach.

"Have a good rest and don't toss around."

"None of your business."

Ji Minghuan basically rested for almost the entire day, going to bed early and staying up late.

Unit 1 hangs upside down on the Hofs Glacier, with nothing to do. Its daily duties are to release clones and disperse the restraint traps, thus achieving comprehensive surveillance. Then, it sleeps, hanging upside down in a giant cocoon.

Unit 2 has been upgraded to level three and has contracted the Raging Demon. Now all it needs to do is quietly wait for the battle to begin and the day to kill the Ripper. There is no need to alert the enemy at other times.

As for Unit 03, it was still traveling around with César. Every day, César practiced and ate. This genius boy's level of curiosity was improving very quickly. If he kept doing this, he would probably reach the level of S-level curiosity in a month.

There is no need to say much about Unit 4. It is currently lying on a tree, soaking the lantern demon with saliva.

In the early morning of August 21st, China time, which was also the night of August 20th, Iceland time, Ji Minghuan's consciousness was awakened from the darkness.

But what awakened him was not the arrival of the prophet, but the noise he often heard in the prison cell.

"Restricted psychic, number 1002 - Ji Minghuan, the mentor's agent is visiting, quickly prepare for questioning." A cold and iron-like voice echoed throughout the entire prison cell.

The boy in the hospital gown opened his eyes in bed, raised his head and stared at the crooked-beaked penguin broadcasting device on the ceiling.

"Tutor agent?" He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that this was a new word, he had never heard of it before.

But Ji Minghuan thought about it and realized that in the entire Salvation Society, only one person named "Ke Ojena" was worthy of this name.

Not surprisingly, the metal door slowly opened, and then a woman with a bun and a white coat walked in, pulled a chair and sat down at the table.

Ke Ojiena held her chin with both hands, staring at the table in a daze, and her dark circles became heavier.

She didn't say anything, and Ji Minghuan didn't say anything either. The two of them just sat there in silence.

After a while, Ke Ojiena asked him, "Aren't you going to see those children?"

Ji Minghuan shook his head and said, "No, I just want to be alone for a few days."

Ke Ojiena said, "The instructor said that you haven't been feeling well lately... If you have any troubles, you can tell me."

"Yes, the trouble is..." Ji Minghuan said, looking away, "When are you and your mentor going to die?"

"If I could, I'd also like to die early, retire early, and be buried early," Ke Ojiena said calmly. "But unfortunately, the rules of the Salvation Society are very strict. I have to work here for at least ten years before I can receive my pension."

“It’s really not easy to work.”

"Really? I don't want to be told that by a carefree adult like you." Ke Ojiena sighed, "Sometimes I wish I were restricted, too."

"If you are restricted, what are you going to do?"

"Create a world where people don't have to go to work." Ke Aojiena said casually, holding her chin and circling her fingers on the table.

"You're so boring! Can't you have a more ambitious ideal, like no war?"

"Isn't that simple? Just tell me that if you start a war, I will destroy the world. Wouldn't that make the world peaceful?"

"Forget it, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I just want to know when we can go out for a walk."

"Be patient. The instructor said that you will be allowed to go out for a walk next month. But it's very cold outside. I'm afraid you will want to come back after just a few steps." said Ke Ojiena.

"How could that be?" Ji Minghuan asked, "I must have been making a snowman. I haven't made a snowman in a long time."

He thought that when the mentor released them, there would be a chance for the black pupa lurking in the Hofs Glacier to locate the specific location of the Salvation Society.

"I'm relieved to see you're okay. Those kids are playing in the park right now. They're waiting for you," Ke Aojie said, straightening up from his chair. "If you want to go play with them, just shout into the PA system. Got you, little brat?"

"Why didn't they call me?" Ji Minghuan asked, "Could it be that I've been isolated by them?"

"Because you don't want to go."

"That's true."

Ji Minghuan looked away, thinking, "The prophet is coming for me soon. Wouldn't it be troublesome to stay with them at this time? What if I get threatened?"

Ke Ojiena didn't stay long and quickly got up and left. She was usually lazy and looked listless. Only on her way home from get off work was she decisive and efficient, blowing past like a gust of wind.

Ji Minghuan was still lying on the bed. Everything around him was cold white, making him look a little dazed and pale.

Not long after, suddenly a mercury color like flowing moonlight began to fill the entire world from the corner, spreading from some crack until it reflected into Ji Minghuan's pupils, and the snow-white ceiling faded.

In the depressing and quiet world, the boy in hospital gown lay quietly on the bed.

He didn't look surprised, but rather calm.

A moment later, Ji Minghuan silently climbed up from the bed, supported his right hand on the pillow, tilted his head and looked at the entrance of the prison cell.

At this moment, there was a figure wearing a tattered white cloak, a tattered white scarf, and a cloth hat on his head, standing there silently.

His face was wrapped in a scarf, so his features were invisible. Beneath the shadow of his cloth cap lay a pair of dark, deep eyes.

At this moment, everything around was still, even the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom disappeared.

In this overly quiet world, Ji Minghuan raised his head and took a deep breath.

He really wanted to yell at the penguin-shaped monitor, "Teacher, can you please open your dog eyes? Your favorite prophet is standing right at your doorstep, okay?"

But even that is of no avail.

Because in this static world, only he and the pure white figure could move. All the defenses the mentor had set against the prophet were useless from the beginning.

"Hello." Ji Minghuan sighed, sat down at the table, and waved to the prophet. "What can I do for you?"

(End of this chapter)