Wang Shun moved his chair back a little, putting a certain distance between his chest and the tip of the stick, and then he spoke carefully: "...I saw a pieced-together, scattered poem."

"Scattered poems?" Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. "This is not like the usual prophecy style of this concise [Judge against God], so what? What kind of poem is it?"

Wang Shun took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and said:

"The evil god boasts that there will be people wandering in his shadow,

The person in the shadow is fourteen years old,

Then the evil spirit gave this man a spine, a heart, and a divine emblem.

Boasting that this man will be its only believer,

The person in the shadow is 24 years old,

Then the evil god fell into the snowy plains, and the souls of his followers drifted in the deep sea.

Spine, heart, soul all shattered,

The evil gods are more numerous,

The person in the film is thirty years old.

He wandered, wandered, Xiao Chou squatted in front of him, and asked the man in the shadow with a smile, where is his home?

The person in the movie said that when the sun disappears by three quarters, an old friend will come to look for me, who is cold and stiff.

Xiao Chou said, if you are already dead, I will crush your soul and let you fall into the snow together with God.

The person in the film is 41 years old.

God died but he survived, and because of evil he has eternal life. "

After finishing speaking, Wang Shun swallowed his saliva and looked at Charles nervously: "You can use the scale to test me. I am not talking nonsense. I may not remember some parts very clearly, but this is indeed what I saw in the [Judge of the God-Rebellion]."

"I don't doubt it." Charles retracted his stick and glanced at Wang Shun. "I'm more suspicious that the prophecy you mentioned is about Bai Liu. This kind of ambiguous poem can be interpreted from various angles. I can also say that this poem is about someone else."

"You said this prophecy was about Bai Liu. Do you have any other evidence?"

Wang Shun was silent for a long time, then he let out a long sigh helplessly: "...No more."

"So you actually don't know whether this prophecy is about Bai Liu, right?" Charles sat down on the desk lightly and crossed his legs leisurely. "In other words, you lied to me just now in order to convince me to invest in Bai Liu?"

Wang Shun opened his mouth and admitted, "Yes."

"It's not a wise thing to lie to a gambler who is ten times better at lying than you, Mr. Know-it-all." Charles lifted Wang Shun's lowered head with his stick and smiled with great satisfaction. "But I like the lie you just told - it sounds like it can fool a lot of ignorant and impulsive gamblers into betting on Bai Liu. It's a lie that is quite worthy of gamblers."

Wang Shun looked at Charles in astonishment.

"Bai Liu, I've invested." Charles slowly retracted his civilization staff, pulled it down, and it turned into a bouquet of lush roses, which he handed to Wang Shun who was still confused.

Wang Shun took it in confusion: "Then, President Charles, what should we do now?"

Charles jumped off the table: "Now?"

He straightened his collar and smiled radiantly: "Of course, it's to dress up to welcome Mr. Dark Horse who is running to the finish line in the rose field."

As he spoke, Charles turned around and glanced at Wang Shun who was sitting on the chair. He shook his head unsatisfiedly, then pulled out the civilization staff that had just turned into a rose from his chest, and swiped it down. The civilization staff, which was about one meter long, instantly turned into a wooden stick that was only thirty centimeters in size - it looked a bit like a magic wand.

"As the future spokesperson and oracle disseminator of the White Willow Team, you look a little too plain, Mr. Know-It-All." Charles pointed his wand at Wang Shun's plaid shirt and jeans with disdain - a typical programmer's outfit.

"It's hard to dress like this and convince people - you come from a championship team."

Wang Shun hadn't reacted yet: "——What propaganda spokesperson and oracle spreader?"

"To put it simply, he's a tool used to trick others into betting and voting for the Bailiu team." Charles explained politely, then he waved his wand and all of Wang Shun's clothes disappeared.

Charles glanced at Wang Shun, who subconsciously covered his lower body, from top to bottom, raised his eyebrows and whistled: "Nice figure."

"——Why can you change my appearance settings at will——?!" Wang Shun was dumbfounded. He didn't even dare to move his hands away from covering his key parts.

Charles waved his hand again, and Wang Shun spun around on the spot, changing his clothes from head to toe - an exquisite polka-dot bow tie, a three-piece gray-brown suit with overalls and a vest, his hair combed back with mousse, and brown leather shoes that just revealed five centimeters of his white cotton socks.

"I'm giving you this set for reference. My taste is more retro, I hope you like it." Charles put away his stick and motioned for the dizzy Wang Shun to follow him. "Now let's go and build momentum for our new team."

Wang Shun hurriedly followed. Charles had no idea how he picked the clothes for him. He just took a look at the size of the suit and it was just right. This made Wang Shun, who was used to loose clothes, a little inconvenient to move. He asked as he chased, "How do we build momentum? Bai Liu seems to have been trapped in the dimensional space by the [Shield] deployed by the King's Guild. He will fall into the [No Man's Land] and cannot get out!"

"If he falls into the [No Man's Land], it will be very difficult for Bai Liu to participate in the competition - he won't be able to get votes from ordinary spectators, so he won't even be able to register."

"Is it your guild's [Shield]?" Charles pondered for a second or two, "Then Bai Liu will probably not be able to escape the fate of falling into the [No Man's Land]."

Wang Shun's face instantly fell: "President Charles, even you can't do anything?"

"But I don't think falling into the No Man's Land is a bad thing." Charles showed a meaningful smile on his face, "I remember that Bai Liu seemed to have just won a small guild for himself, with no more than 500 people."

"It's not appropriate for a champion team to have only this many guild members." Charles carelessly stroked the ruby ​​on the top of his civilization staff with his index finger. "Mr. Know-it-all, I may know more about the history of the establishment of the ten major guilds here than you do. Falling into the [No Man's Land] may be an opportunity to establish a large guild. Do you remember the Heavenly Freemasonry?"

"——That association composed entirely of beggars was founded by players who escaped from the no-man's land." Charles said.

When Wang Shun was reminded by Charles, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Charles suddenly with a horrified expression: "President, you don't want to - but that will cost too much money! At least tens of millions of points!"

"I'm not short of money. I'm the richest player in this game." Charles raised his eyes and looked at Wang Shun, the smile on his face becoming deeper. "I enjoy the thrill of gambling - and what gambling is more interesting than the once-a-year league in the system?"

"Besides, I won't allow the guild of the dark horse I'm betting on to be as poor as the Freemasons in Heaven - just a few tens of millions of points, which is not a lot of investment for the initial stage of horse betting." Charles said lightly.

Just tens of millions of points... Wang Shun followed Charles dizzy.

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In-game.

The refugees followed Bai Liu and walked into the Rose Factory.

They were stuck at the door to the room that looked like Heresy 0001, which was also the passage to the inner processing point of the Rose Factory.

In fact, with Tang Erda's fighting power, it is not impossible for him to break through violently. However, considering that Tavel's heart was hanging on a pipe connected to the wall, a direct violent breakthrough would most likely tear Tavel's heart apart. So Tang Erda stopped at the door and did not continue to clean inside.

But the key to this door is on the factory worker hiding inside, and it cannot be opened without force.

Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu: "How do we get in?"

"It's very simple - do you remember the test?" Bai Liu held up a bottle of perfume and dripped it along the crack of the door with a smile, " - let my heart open the door for me."

In the test, Tavier's heart reacted violently to Bai Liu's pouring of the perfume concentrate. Just one drop shook the suspended glass cabinet apart. Now Bai Liu poured a whole bottle down like this -

——In less than a second, the whole room began to roar and shake.

Along with the sound of mechanical pipes being torn apart, the panicked running and shouting of the factory workers inside could be heard vaguely through the crack in the door:

"My heart is beating too fast!!"

"Open the gate and release the water--!!"

"It's too late - the glass cabinet exploded!"

“Blah——”

After the crisp sound of glass breaking, in the midst of the noisy and bustling scene, Bai Liu closed his eyes, held his breath, and pressed against the cold iron door.

——He heard the violent beating of a heart.

Bang—bang—bang—bang—bang—bang!

The same sound as Bai Liu’s current heartbeat.

Light pink rose essence seeped out from the cracks in the door. The door seemed to be tilted by the excessive liquid and gas that surged out, and began to bulge outward and deform. The lock ring and buckle shook and deformed, and finally it could not bear it anymore and fell down with a loud bang.

The essence and aroma surged over my face like a tsunami.

Bai Liu, who was standing closest to the door, was drenched from head to toe by the blood-like liquid. He lifted his wet eyelashes and looked into the room.

The original liquid from the leaked and collapsed cooling pipes spurted everywhere like blood. The broken glass on the ground was soaked in the pink gas and translucent liquid. Next to the switch, one could even see the sizzling purple-blue electric current climbing and crackling along the pipes.

In the chaos, the dirty heart hung in the middle of the room, like a long-awaited ripe bright red fruit, making a "bang bang bang bang" reminder sound - reminding the person who said he would pick it, that if he didn't pick it away, it would jump until it exploded.

So Bai Liu took a step forward, raised his head and picked the fruit - the wet heart was beating in his palm, as if it would escape at any time. Bai Liu lowered his eyelashes to observe the heart, and a drop of original liquid dripped down his eyelashes onto the heart.

My heart beat faster twice because of this drop of liquid.

Bai Liu tightened his palms, clenched the dirty heart, and smiled.

——So this is what it feels like to hold Shetta's heart in your hands.

Very-very wonderful.

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What would it be like to put the heart back into a person's chest?

Whether in reality or in the game, Tang Erda had never seen such a bizarre and incredible scene.

Not to mention the protagonist of this incident, Bai Liu, always had a strange smile on his face that made Tang Erda want to draw his gun and arrest him immediately.

——It was as if he had dug this heart out with his own hands.

The ribs retracted, the heart was protectively covered by the lungs, the pectoralis major muscles grew and closed along the attachment points, and finally the skin covered it perfectly - smooth, white, and healthy, as if nothing had happened to the body lying in front of Bai Liu, with the chest rising and falling slightly.

Its eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Let's go out." After Bai Liu assembled Tavel, Liu Jiayi took a few steps back as a precaution. "It's about to wake up, and the impact on us will be even greater."

The group of people left the room in a well-trained manner, just like they had come. They also considerately closed the door, leaving the space for Bai Liu and Tavel who was about to wake up.

Bai Liu leaned against the broken frame of the glass cabinet, opened the system panel, and spent money to mute his small TV. Then he turned his head and looked straight at Tavel's face, and spoke to himself:

"I know you're awake, Shetta."

Tavier's eyelashes trembled twice again, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Bai Liu placed his hands on both sides of Tawil. He simply lowered his body and approached Tawil. His eyes were still fixed on Tawil's face. The two of them got closer and closer, until their noses were almost touching.

"You can pretend like this, right?" Bai Liu placed one hand behind Tavel's neck, raised it slightly and looked down at Tavel's dull light-colored lips - it was a gesture as if he was going to kiss him.

"If you keep pretending, I'll do something even more extreme to you." Bai Liu said in a low voice.

Just before the kiss, Tavier finally raised his hand to cover Bai Liu's lips. He raised his eyes slightly, and Bai Liu's familiar silver-blue eyes appeared in front of him again. He asked Bai Liu indifferently, "Didn't you ask me to do this to you when we first met?"

"Is this too much?" Tavel sat up straight and moved closer to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu immediately distanced himself from Tawil. He turned his head and took two deep breaths before turning back to ask Tawil with a calm face: "You really remember me, so why did you pretend when you first met me?"

When he thought about how he would ask Xie Ta to kiss him as soon as they met, Bai Liu pinched his palm calmly, maintaining an unmoved and shameless appearance.

Is there anything more embarrassing than not remembering your best friend and then kissing him/her like you were drunk when you see him/her?

Yes, you just put together a naked picture of him.

Bai Liu tried his best to keep his eyes on Tavier's face.

Tawil looked up at him, as if he didn't think he had done anything wrong: "You didn't remember me, so I introduced myself politely, and then we got to know each other again."

"Then why did you pretend not to wake up just now?" Bai Liu pretended to take off his protective suit and covered Tavier's lower body. Then his tone returned to normal and he asked calmly, "What are you feeling guilty about?"

Tawil was silent for a while, then answered seriously: "Although I don't know why, I feel that you are angry."

Bai Liu crossed his arms over his chest with a fake smile and glanced at Tavel: "Really? I don't think so."

Tawil: "..."

"I'm sorry," Tawil apologized quickly.

Bai Liu was about to say, "I'm really not angry, you don't have to apologize," but Tawil leaned forward, hugged him, and whispered in his ear, "Maybe you are really angry now. Although it's a little inappropriate, I'm really happy."

"You finally remembered me," Tawil said. "I thought you had forgotten me out of fear."

Bai Liu's shoulders couldn't help but relax. He asked lazily in a low voice: "So what is there about you that I should be afraid of?"

"Everything - I can't die, my rotten right hand and tail, tied in the church as a blood-sucking prayer symbol, my dismembered body and my heart that keeps beating after leaving the body." Tavel's voice has a clear texture like ice, but it seems to melt in Bai Liu's ears and become as soft as water. "I'm glad that even if you don't remember me, you're not afraid of me."

"I missed you so much."

Tavel buried his head deeply in Bai Liu's shoulder. He hugged her tightly and said sincerely, "Every time I wake up, the first thing I see is you. Sleeping is not scary anymore."

Bai Liu's pupils shrank slightly when Tavel said "I miss you very much".

He opened his palms and slowly placed them on Tawil's shoulders, and gently hugged Tawil back.

Bai Liu was not used to such intimate actions, but Xie Ta was an exception. They had been sleeping together for a long time and were so familiar with each other that they could not be distinguished from each other. Two monsters who did not meet the definition of human beings relied on the meager emotional connection between them to pretend to be human beings in this world to survive.

But it had been so long since they last knew each other clearly. For Bai Liu, it was ten years in which he lost all his memories. For Tavel, it was countless cycles of torture that could not be stopped.

After leaving each other, they were irreversibly turned into strangers by the long distance between them, and they could never regain the familiarity they had at that time.

These "long distances" are too deadly, even more terrifying than distance, time, life and death. It is so terrifying that from then on, every time they meet again, they are even more unfamiliar than the first time they met.

One party does not remember, and the other party tolerates the other party's not remembering, allowing each other to remain strangers - if the memories of Sheta's "death" are scary to Bai Liu, Tavier is willing to be the only one who remembers it forever.

Even if every time they meet again they have to start over, he doesn't think it's a big deal.

But the moment Bai Liu saw Xie Ta's silver-blue eyes, the past was like a bird returning to its cage, landing on Tavel's shoulder and chirping melodiously. The old friend that Bai Liu had finally found leaned against his heart with the cold body temperature that Bai Liu was so familiar with.

This monster that Bai Liu had lost for too long had a lonely and curled look in his eyes when he was lying in the blood baptism trough. The next moment, Bai Liu appeared in front of him. Xie Ta stared at the suddenly appearing Bai Liu motionlessly and quietly, with dazzling moonlight falling in his silver-blue eyes.

That look was extremely light, graceful, beautiful, and incredible, as if a god saw another god descend.

——And that was the look Tavier had given him just now.

Bai Liu's lips opened and closed, and her voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper:

"I... missed you too."

Bai Liu closed his eyes, letting himself be immersed in the rose scent that was about to make him dizzy. He held the other's hand in despair, but there was an obvious smile in his voice:

"From the moment I thought of you, I started to miss you."

The author has something to say:

The first sentence of the prophecy is a paraphrase of a line from a sonnet by Shakespeare. The original sentence is "If Death boasts that you wander in his shadow", please don't type these words randomly, I didn't write them!! If you type them wrong, we will all be embarrassed together! Thank you!

Friends who are interested can take a look at the original poem, it is really beautifully written!