Chapter 36: Divine Judgment (2)



Chapter 36: Divine Judgment (2)

The head priest rotated the compass twice, and the suction came again. Zhou also looked at Cong Yue. The energy in his Su ring was running low.

Cong Yue understood what he meant, and when he raised his hand, two moon butterflies flew towards him.

The head priest saw everything and increased the speed of operating the compass. Zhou also felt the suction increase. The two moon butterflies had no time to catch up and were barely absorbed.

Siming's hands, which were originally relaxed under the table, subconsciously tightened.

The chief priest seemed to have sensed something and looked in his direction, then lowered his head as if realizing the offense, and chanted softly: "My Lord..."

Everyone looked at the compass again. As the scene changed, Zhou Ye was in a chaotic darkness, with countless surging energies around him. The light yellow mist swirled up along his wheelchair, but disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the light in his left eye.

This lasted too short a time, Zhou Ye only felt a certain uncomfortable breath, and it disappeared the next moment.

"Zhou Ye."

He heard someone calling him, without turning around, he slowly asked: "Who is it?"

"It's Mom."

"And Dad."

The echo seemed to echo in the vast space, without a landing point.

In the darkness, Zhou Ye clearly realized that this was a fake scam, but he still wanted to get some news about his parents from it. He took a deep breath and prepared to face all possibilities.

He turned around.

There was nothing behind him, just a void, but the sound. Now he turned his head, and the sound came from behind him.

Zhou Ye turned back stupidly. He knew it was stupid, but he hoped that when he turned around again, he would see his parents' faces, or something scary.

At least give him some clues.

He swore that he would not be as scared as before when he fell into the memory. He would remember the details, even the slightest blood dripping from the distorted tentacles.

"It's Mom." The voice continued to come from behind him.

"And Dad." The repeated words seemed to have no other content.

Zhou Ye sat in the wheelchair. He suddenly felt that being paralyzed was good. At least this way he would not do stupid things subconsciously. His body was not as free as his mind.

He needed to think and determine the direction before turning. He was a disabled person.

He was not used to using this cage-like wheelchair. He should be thankful.

"It's Mom."

"And Dad." The voices repeated.

"Is there nothing else? If not, let's move on to the next one." He raised his hand, trying to block the light projected on him.

"Little--angel--" Suddenly, the originally gentle voice seemed to be stuck, and a new sentence was squeezed out bit by bit, "Dad, Mom--Mom, I love you forever."

That voice that didn't sound like a human instantly reminded Zhou Ye of a certain kind of alien beast that could mimic. That was the first kind of alien beast that all humans had to learn to identify after entering the academy.

It is said that this kind of alien beast would learn the appearance and thoughts of "humans" and approach people step by step. The stronger you are, the faster it learns. In the end, except for changing the target of imitation when encountering a stronger person, it will even be indistinguishable from a human.

Realizing this possibility, his hand quietly touched the ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

"My Lord."

When he looked up again, it was Cong Yue. In the darkness, a spotlight was cast on her. In the shimmering light, she was like a swaying fish. She floated towards Zhou Ye and wanted to hug him intimately.

Zhou Ye immediately recognized that it was a disguise. After all, he and Ma Jia were in tune with each other. He just gently pushed away the "Cong Yue" in front of him.

Just as he was about to see what she would do, the woman in front of him seemed to be hurt by him. She did not fight back or ridicule, but stood in the distance with tears in her eyes.

"Why do you reject me?"

Zhou Ye suddenly felt a real and extremely creepy feeling in his heart, and a second light suddenly lit up behind him.

Subconsciously, his left eye began to emit a faint light, and a black ring was about to appear. The next second after he noticed it, Zhou Ye forcibly covered his eyes. He turned around and saw Siming.

Siming said nothing, and his two different-colored eyes just stared at Zhou Ye. Then, in Zhou Ye's puzzled eyes, he knelt on one knee and rested his head on his knees, "Please love me."

Sensing the sincere gentleness and affectionate eyes of the guy in front of him, Zhou Ye calmed down his talent and became helpless. According to the order, it was parents and lovers, so he and Ma Jia were considered to be in a relationship!

And two at a time.

Silence, silence is Zhou Ye sitting in a wheelchair in the dark, unable to pull away "Si Ming's" hand.

Even the virtual vests were still secretly competing with each other. Looking at the two "Tang Yue" and "Si Ming" making faces at each other in his peripheral vision, Zhou Ye's mouth was helplessly flattened, and a trace of speechlessness and laughter surged into his heart.

"You go, I won't love you." He said with a smile.

"Stay here, stay," Tang Yue stared at Zhou Ye with a longing and deep look in her eyes. "You must be very tired, my lord."

"Zhou Zhou, in fact, the so-called reality is not important. The painful and broken reality is far less beautiful than the warm and complete fantasy." Siming rested his head on his legs, his eyebrows and eyes were still gentle. "The truth is too cruel, stay."

The truth. This word touched Zhou Ye's mind. He stretched out his hand and touched the soft white hair of "Si Ming", trying to get some more information from him. But as he touched, the man in front of him suddenly disappeared from the space.

"Stay."

"Stay-come."

He repeated these words until he disappeared.

The chaotic space returned to darkness. Zhou Ye sat in the wheelchair and had no way to judge the passage of time. He could only tap the armrests to delay time. Occasionally, he looked up and looked at the top of his head. Perhaps too much time had passed. In the space where there was nothing, Zhou Ye began to think.

Speaking of which, what is the entanglement of the operating principle of this compass.

Thinking of his parents who were just blank and the vivid vest, Zhou Ye felt that he could read his memory to a certain extent, but he could not understand his deep cognition and thoughts.

He raised his hand and looked at the plain ring on his ring finger, as if he could see the strange mark under the ring.

Suddenly, a suction came, like a sign that the ceremony was about to end.

Zhou Ye put his hand down, feeling the talent in his left eye getting restless. A certain feeling came, and a noisy sound rang in his ears. He raised his hand and released the moon energy in the white ring to cover it up, and then he let go of the restraint.

In the boundless chaos, a black-haired little boy stood in front of him, holding a broken leather ball in his hand, looking at him.

"Are you the future me? How did your leg get injured?"

Hearing what he said clearly, Zhou Ye's heart was touched, his eyes slightly widened, and he took the initiative to push the wheelchair to get closer to him, but the child opposite took two steps back, tilted his head and looked at him.

"You stepped on the nobles, did you do it?" He patted the broken leather ball, and instantly reminded Zhou Ye of the bloody dream that day.

"And Dad, did you kill him?" He showed a proud and arrogant smile that was totally inconsistent with his age. "He said he would never be killed by me, but you are me, and you know how easy it is to kill a low-level talent."

He raised his left hand and pointed two fingers at his left eye. In a blink, his left eye was already glowing, and then a black ring lit up.

The sticky and overflowing malice directly overflowed from his still normal right eye, which was more frightening than the left eye without matrix.

"Why did you kill Dad?" Zhou Ye asked with difficulty.

"You can kill me at any time, idiot." The little boy ignored his question and laughed to himself, shaking his shoulders until he cried. "He thought it was because I was too weak."

"And the most important thing is, is mom's illness healed? Tell me everything." At this moment, there were still tears in his eyes, which made him look less perverse.

Zhou Ye was speechless for a moment. His restless talent made him know that the talent of the child in front of him was no different from his own, but for a moment, he could not accept seeing himself like this at this time and in this situation.

"Mom's illness is not healed?" The little boy thought he read the message he wanted through Zhou Ye's expression.

"Then you are useless, aren't you? I know, Dad, you didn't kill him, right?" The little boy hugged the worn-out ball tightly in his arms and turned to leave.

"Don't go!" Zhou Ye saw that the child was about to run away, and hurriedly tried to stop him, but even with the guidance of the light, the child disappeared in the blink of an eye.

...Who am I?

Looking at the little boy running away, Zhou Ye's eyes were confused.

The self in his memory does not match the face he has now. It is not only his parents who cannot be compared, but also his childhood self.

He wants to find his parents and himself at the same time.

Thinking of the deformed mother with tears of blood in his memory, and the father whose ending seemed to be determined by a gunshot, Zhou Ye felt a little sad.

"You were too arrogant before." Those people said.

I know.

Compared to the self that I have already forgotten, the kind me is more loved by everyone.

But the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize that if the kind me who was ridiculed and bullied, whose dignity was trampled upon by the nobles, really existed, I would have died ten thousand times.

Before all my memories were lost, before I got the vest, that me must have lived in isolation and was extremely ugly.

So if that child is indeed me, Zhou Ye looked up and found that he had left the Chaos Field.

At this time, the chief priest, Aixina and the vests all looked at him, and he smiled.

I just have more room to choose kindness now.

Zhou Ye looked at Siming and learned that Plastic Xiaohua was not there during his participation in the trial, so he did not rush to ask.

"Please start the next trial."

Unexpectedly, facing the request to start the third trial immediately, the chief priest shook his head. He stood up and looked at Siming first, then at the youngest child beside him, Louisa.

He pursed his lips, as if he had something to say.

Louisa was eating a small cake on the table. Seeing that everyone's eyes were looking at her with the chief priest, she stopped hesitantly, holding the small cake, her big eyes kept wandering, and finally fell on Zhou Ye, biting her lips.

Being looked at by a child like asking for help, Zhou Ye smiled softly. The chief priest who had been paying attention to Siming found that his god responded almost immediately.

"Let's eat first." Siming raised his hand, his tone was calm, but he turned his head to inquire about Zhou Ye, and only handed him a cup of coffee after he nodded.

The chief priest had no objection, but he obviously noticed that the person Louisa asked for help was Zhou Ye, and the idea of ​​his own god also depended on Zhou Ye, so he frowned.

Soon the group enjoyed most of the food on the table, with Louisa and Aixina being the main players. Zhou Ye only took a few bites. The two vests did not need food to absorb energy, and Zhou Ye had no appetite, so naturally he did not eat much.

The chief priest was restrained in cutting the steak throughout the whole process, but the hand that was faintly shaking with the knife still exposed his anxiety.

"What do you think of the meal?" Zhou Ye put down the coffee gently and asked casually.

"Very good," Hearing Zhou Ye's words, the officiant suddenly put down his tableware and stood up. "Zhou Ye, can I call you that?"

"Just call me Xiao Zhou." Zhou Ye smiled.

"Mr. Zhou, I'll still call you that." The officiant left the table, walked behind Louisa, and put the sand table back into the small bag on her back.

"It's all right, whatever you want."

After the two sentences, the room fell silent again, and for a while, only the low rustling sound of the curtains in the wind could be heard.

"I..."

"What do you want to say?"

"I had the honor of seeing the projection the other day. It was about our Lord..."

"My Lord? Are you talking about Siming?"

"Ahem... ahem, yes, is that how our Lord explained his name to you?"

Under the probing eyes of the chief priest, Zhou Ye calmly leaned sideways on Siming's shoulder. He seemed not to care at all how majestic and unpredictable the guy beside him was in the eyes of others. His hand even wantonly rolled up a strand of Siming's drooping silver hair.

"It's better to say that I never knew he was an evil god." He drew out the words, as if he didn't feel it was an offense at all. When he said this, he didn't even pay attention to the person he was talking about for a second.

"Siming, if you are really an evil god, let the chief priest exempt me from the test. I really want those books."

The black-haired young man raised his head to look at the man who was holding him in his arms. His colorless black pupils reflected a silver glow. He raised the silver hair he had just pinched in his hand to hook his chin, teasing the helpless guy like teasing a cat.

The chief priest had already lowered his head when Zhou Ye just leaned on Siming's shoulder, thinking in his heart what kind of attitude the gods usually had towards Zhou Ye, which cultivated his completely free attitude.

Rather than being disrespectful to the gods, this was completely teasing a close friend.

"Stop playing around," the tall and strong man just grabbed the young man's hand, evading the message in his words, letting countless silver hair fall to cover the two eyes of different colors, as if covering up his true thoughts. "I am not... and never have been his master."

The tone was gentle and true, not like a lie at all.

The pupils of the high priest in front of the two people shrank slightly, and he quickly glanced at the compass that was still beating violently. After a long time, he exhaled softly.

He said as if he didn't hear the words of Sima Ming: "Before the third trial, I want to know something about you and my master."

"Ah, this." The black-haired boy in front of him smiled helplessly, as if he saw a stubborn old man, but the high priest could do nothing about it. After all, few people are like him, who will be denied by the gods they believe in.

"I hope you can fulfill my humble wish." He glanced at the wildly beating compass again and forced himself to speak.

"Since you insist on asking, I will share some things about Siming." Zhou Ye pushed the wheelchair, and the chief priest followed his footsteps, and the two came to the alley outside the small building.

After leaving the environment with mixed energies due to the activation of the compass, the chief priest noticed the special ring on Zhou Ye's left hand.

Unlike those with low abilities or talents that have not yet been fully developed, the chief priest has a special bloodline and a far better perception of talent than ordinary people. He can almost discover the approximate effect of talent at a glance.

Using this, he absorbed many people with outstanding potential but weak development into the church, including Louisa and Aixina.

To those who cannot judge accurately, it is just a powerful energy body. In fact, many talents can burn people and even corrode people's hearts, but he has never seen it used in this way.

The energy on the ring is obviously corrosive every moment, and judging from the thick color and active state, it is obviously not used for protection.

Judging from his life experience and understanding of talent and ability, the black-haired young man should have died long ago.

But he was talking and laughing, as if the ring on his hand was not a ring that could take his life at any time.

It was some kind of ordinary key that represents an oath. It cannot be taken off because it is a symbol of friendship with someone. If you ask about it, it will bring out a story about why they are connected and why they are promised.

Of course, it could also be a gift from his parents, but he is a black-haired boy, and his parents are just commoners, so there is no way they could give him such an energy-rich ring.

He knew that now was not the right time to ask this, so he asked by mistake: "When did you meet the Lord?"

Zhou Ye pushed the wheelchair, rolling over boulders, and as his thoughts changed, a plan of trial was formed.

Zhou Ye looked up at him and said, "It was an academy mission, just like the first trial, in a cave."

"Oh?" The officiant didn't seem surprised, and just responded slightly, but Zhou Ye was not satisfied, so he continued to guide the content of the topic.

"It's a pity that there is no holy spirit in this cave, otherwise I should be more fortunate and not hurt my leg there."

"You are already very lucky."

"Why do you say that?" Zhou Ye asked back.

"At least," the priest hesitated, "I didn't die in the cave twice, which is undoubtedly a kind of luck in life."

"You make sense." In the evening breeze, the two gradually walked to the depths of the alley. In the second when the moonlight could not shine, Zhou Ye's smile disappeared.

Although the priest's words contained little information, Zhou Ye could still sense that the cave seemed to be an extremely dangerous place in his eyes. The cave where he tried for the first time was fine. He never mentioned the situation of the cave he went to, but he subconsciously expressed the luck of "not dying twice".

In connection with his mention of meeting Siming in the cave, he was not surprised. The origin of this cult must be deep in the cave. It is even possible that the holy spirit is one of the skins of the "evil god". He has been exposed to the eyes of the real evil god.

"But I will always feel regretful. If there is a choice, who would want to be a person with limited mobility and who needs help with everything?" He sighed at the right time and entered the pure white space, and found that Sunflower was still not there.

On the second floor, while helping to clean the table, Cong Yue attached a moon energy butterfly with energy so weak that it was invisible to the stopped compass.

Just as it should be, when Zhou Ye pushed the door open and Siming left here through the portal, the compass stopped beating immediately.

This caused Aisina, who had been getting along with Siming more regularly these days, to accidentally get jam on her sleeves when she was cleaning up the dishes.

"I'm a little off topic. Let's get back to the cave. Everyone in my team needed to concentrate highly at that time."

"After all, being contaminated by alien beasts is irreversible for a child without family support. One person's mistake will be fatal, and the results will be ruined."

"Results?" On this unlit path, the high priest's expression was no longer as concealed as before under the lights, so Zhou Ye could observe it clearly.

"Yes, that mission has achieved certain results. I'm sorry I can't tell you the details," the black-haired young man said with a bit of bitterness on his face. "Anyway, we were eventually discovered by the aliens during that mission. One of our team members escaped from the team's control due to long periods of breath-holding and temperature control."

"His consciousness completely fell into a coma and he fell into a nearby pool of water, causing everything in the dark cave to revive.

" "Sticky things, flying things, rustling sounds, and things that existed but didn't exist in our perception were all approaching us."

"All team members were awakened. No one knew what was going on. They just ran wildly."

"Everyone, all talents are used crazily, even to the point of accidentally hurting other members... But, this cannot be blamed on them, right?" Zhou Ye picked up a withered yellow and faded leaf and played with it. Under the moonlight, her black hair softly pressed against his face, like a snake imitating the temperament of its master, obedient and with tiny black scales, very beautiful.

The chief priest had an idea in his mind. If he didn't care about other things, even the black hair, Zhou would be enough to be a viewing tool for the gods, even if his legs couldn't move.

No, it is better to say that the inability to move adds to the value of appreciation. The function of a complete vase is to hold some beautiful flowers, while a broken vase that loses its function becomes a work of art in the eyes of artists with artistic vision.

It is precisely because the vulgar functions that every utensil has are removed that this broken work of art stands out among a group of completely identical utensils.

The most important thing now is whether this kind of breakage is unintentional or intentional by the artist?

"Of course they should not be blamed." The officiant looked at Zhou Ye, and his unprecedented exploration burst out, making the black-haired young man frown in confusion.

"Any questions?"

"No, please continue." The officiant coughed lightly to cover up his excessive curiosity.

As the two continued walking, Zhou also realized that the officiant was distracted and not interested in the topic. He could have asked directly instead of directly revealing the truth.

This was a good time to test the officiant's opinion. He needed the officiant to focus on the conversation in order to capture the first reaction, so he changed the subject and said the second version he had prepared.

This was a slightly true version containing some fragments of his memory.

"They did not survive."


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