◎He should see a doctor◎
The nights in the upper floors of the Black Tower are very peaceful, providing the best resting environment for guests.
The entire corridor was brightly lit, and the shadows of the walls hanging on the ground became increasingly obvious, which made it convenient for Gu Qian'an to walk in the shadows. Under the effect of his supernatural powers, his presence was reduced to a minimum.
The reason why he was so cautious was because of the special nature of Mo Jin's supernatural powers.
As an S-rank enhancement psychic, Mo Jin's body has been trained to the extreme by his psychic powers, and he can easily cause mountains to collapse and the ground to crack with just one punch.
But for Gu Qian'an, this kind of reckless man who fought solely by relying on his physical fitness was his natural nemesis!
When the opponent attacks, it is not pure energy release. His supernatural power will come along with his fist. Even if Gu Qian'an can absorb the supernatural power, the fist that can smash the ground is enough to cause his soul to leave his body again.
Fortunately, if he had been more careful, he wouldn't have to confront Mo Jin head-on today.
Mo Jin was the only person living on the entire floor. Gu Qi'an moved lightly along the wall and quickly approached his destination.
But when he was about to turn the corner, he suddenly heard Mo Jin's voice.
"Why are you here in the Black Tower if you're not in the Vatican?"
The word "Holy See" made Gu Qian'an stand still. In the Black Tower, the only one who was openly related to the Holy See was——
"Of course, I will follow the oracle of my God and help the Son of God save the suffering people."
The familiar voice and the familiar reason made Gu Qian'an certain that the other person was Feng Yang.
But, does he know Mo Jin?
Gu Qian'an couldn't help but frown. Although Feng Yang had been behaving himself these days, if there was a high-level psychic who was familiar with him, would he continue to keep his mouth shut?
Hearing Mo Jin's words inquiring about the identity of the Son of God, Gu Qian'an secretly mobilized the energy in his body, ready to deal with Feng Yang's betrayal at any time.
At the corner, Mo Jin's sincere words made Feng Yang reflexively close his lips. The light illuminated the area like daylight, but at the same time, the shadow behind him became clearer and clearer.
This made Feng Yang tremble uncontrollably.
He knew that there was always a pair of eyes in the shadow closely watching his every move. Once his behavior was inappropriate, the quietly lurking shadow would transform into the sharpest blade in the opponent's hand and take his life without mercy.
——I can’t say.
Feng Yang felt his hands becoming out of control, as if they would strangle his throat in the next second.
——I can’t say.
The air that flows into the nasal cavity becomes thinner and thinner, and breathing becomes increasingly difficult.
——I can’t say.
He saw the silver-haired boy standing in front of him, his slender fingers raised to his mouth.
"You're shaking your head? You don't want to tell me?"
Mo Jin's voice was a little cold, but it gave Feng Yang a life-saving straw.
Yes, he didn't want to say it! He was keeping his promise!
"Your Excellency's name is not something we can mention lightly."
Sure enough, after he answered, all the discomfort disappeared instantly, and a dark shadow spread backwards under his feet, as if everything before was an illusion created by Feng Yang.
"We all know the mission of the Holy Son," Mo Jin was still persuading him earnestly. "It took hundreds of thousands of candidates to successfully select one Holy Son. There must be no mistakes. I know his name and I can help him privately."
Feng Yang made up his mind not to say a word, but he did not notice that Mo Jin's face was getting colder and colder until a heavy punch with a sound of breaking wind hit his forehead.
The gap between S-level and B-level is too big. Even if Mo Jin didn't want to attract attention and didn't put in any effort, Feng Yang still didn't have the qualifications to compete with him. He fell to the ground in a panic.
The bell of death rang in his ears. Feng Yang had nowhere to escape. He knew he was going to die, and he also knew that no one would regret his death.
Even the Vatican where he lives.
One is a knight who can be replaced at any time, and the other is a high-level psychic who needs to be deliberately recruited. It is easy to imagine who the Holy See will choose.
But he didn't want to disappear from the world quietly like this, he wanted to live.
He remembered the supernatural riot that was stopped when his body was about to shatter, and the air that rushed into his nose when he was suffocating.
Feng Yang looked at the shadow in front of him that was almost identical to himself, and a ridiculous idea suddenly emerged in his mind.
- If you are really looking at me, if what I do satisfies you.
——Please save me.
The next second, the sound of breaking air stopped in mid-air, and he saw the silver-haired boy standing in front of him, blocking the fatal attack.
The young man still shone brightly in the backlight, like a god.
…
Gu Qian'an felt something was wrong when he heard Mo Jin say that he wanted to help the Son of God complete his mission. The Son of God's mission was to absorb all the blue crystals, but Mo Jin needed the blue crystals from the Black Tower to help his daughter cure her muteness.
It can be said that the Son of God and Mo Jin are naturally on opposite sides, and it is impossible for him to want to help.
His subsequent attack on Feng Yang also confirmed Gu Qian'an's guess that he wanted to deceive people by revealing the name of the Son of God and kill them to silence them, so as to eliminate all factors that hinder Mo Lian's treatment.
But Gu Qian'an couldn't let him do that. Not to mention that he could only learn about many things in the Holy See through Feng Yang now, as long as Feng Yang didn't betray him, he couldn't just watch him die.
But...
Gu Qian'an felt his numb right hand. He still underestimated Mo Jin's strength. Even though the opponent had only used less than one tenth of his strength, the bones in his right hand were still shattered.
Fortunately, the body, which is made entirely of energy, can regenerate quickly as long as there is enough energy.
The confrontation between the two sides was brief and Mo Jin did not notice anything wrong.
He looked at the calm and unhurried appearance of the silver-haired boy, and asked in a questioning tone, "He was sent by the Vatican to snatch the blue crystal. Why are you protecting him?"
Mo Jin's superpowers covered his fist. If the opponent couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would like to try out the superpower that Li Qiao feared!
The other party chuckled, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, and the next second, Feng Yang, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up in an instant.
Or perhaps it should be said that he was 'forced' to stand up.
The smile on Feng Yang's lips was very standard, but his dull and lifeless eyes gave people a strong sense of inhumanity, as if what they saw in front of them was just a body that could be manipulated by anyone.
The young man's fingertips moved slightly, and Feng Yang's limbs also moved. His joints seemed to be controlled by invisible threads, and he stiffly performed a knight's salute to Mo.
He didn't say anything, but this action was like a slap in the face of Mo Jin.
The people in the Church who you regard as your great enemy are nothing but puppets that I can manipulate at will.
Mo Jin's voice was somewhat annoyed, "Since you can control him, then find out who the Holy Son is!"
Upon hearing this, the Son of God looked at the ball and thought, what a good opportunity.
Instead of letting the others aimlessly search for the location of Blue Crystal, it would be better to mislead Mo Jin and show them the way.
so……
"Lan Jing has already run into problems, and you're still looking for who the Holy Son is?"
To be honest, he was not lying. Mo Lian had cut off a small piece of the blue crystal. Wasn't that a problem?
That is why even if Mo Jin discovered that he was cheating, he would have to swallow this stupid loss. Who prevented him from producing an intact piece of blue crystal?
Sure enough, Mo Jin's face changed immediately after hearing this. Anything related to Mo Lian would make him lose his rationality. He turned around and ran in another direction without caring about anything.
The ball followed without Gu Qian'an's signal. After making sure that Mo Jin had completely left, Gu Qian'an quickly released his special ability.
He turned around and looked at Feng Yang who had fallen to the ground again, wanting to confirm his condition, but Feng Yang's eyes were fixed on him, which made Gu Qian'an a little nervous. He wondered if the person he had rescued with great difficulty had been scared silly by Mo Jin.
Feng Yang's mouth kept opening and closing. Gu Qian tried hard to listen, but could only make out the word "God".
This made him speechless. He was too devout in his belief. The first thing he did after escaping danger was to thank God?
"It's better to believe in me than in God," Gu Qian'an, who has always believed that man can conquer nature, couldn't help but complain, "At least I will really save you."
The brisk tone brought Feng Yang back to his senses. He looked at the silver-haired boy in front of him, but could not feel the slightest fear in his heart.
The other party saved him and brought him back to the world when he was facing death.
"Why did you save me?"
Feng Yang persisted in wanting an answer. After arriving at the Black Tower, he encountered life-and-death crises many times, which made him unable to trust everything around him, except the person in front of him, the person who gave him hope time and time again.
He could no longer imagine the situation where the other party would turn a blind eye to him when he was in danger again.
Looking at the other person's thoughtful expression, Feng Yang even felt as if his heart was being gripped.
"Maybe it's because you didn't tell Mo Jin about me?" The young man patted his shoulder gently, "Well done."
These casual words were more powerful than all the compliments Feng Yang had received in the past sixteen years and gave him an unprecedented sense of security.
He looked at the boy's departing back almost fanatically. As long as he was still useful and as long as what he did could satisfy the other party, he would never be abandoned.
But Gu Qian'an just made up an excuse. After all, Yuanqiu kept urging him in his ears, and he didn't have any extra time to waste on Feng Yang.
So, when Feng Yang finished brainwashing himself, he had already arrived in front of the house where the blue crystal was placed. On the wooden door, a slender octagonal pyramid was embedded in the door, emitting a faint red light.
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Irresponsibility short play:
Similarity between Gu Qi'an and the gods
God is always watching over believers
Feng Yang: He can monitor me through my shadow
Gods can descend and control the bodies of believers
Feng Yang: He can also control my body
The gods will respond to the believers' prayers
Feng Yang: He saved me when I was on the verge of death and asked him for help.
Feng Yang (suddenly enlightened): He is God!
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