Chapter 427 Safe House
After being split, the ghosts and gods changed from He to It.
A cold silence spread.
The hand covering his eyes disappeared, and Xu Zhiyan, who had just learned the truth, didn't know how to comfort her.
But apart from the fleeting tiredness just now, when he looked up again, Bai Jin had returned to his previous indifferent look, looking full of evil.
Perhaps pleased by Xu Zhiyan's distressed look, Slice spoke again, his voice a little gentler.
"In fact, the mistake of world consciousness was not to split me into power states. Its biggest mistake was not to erase my consciousness." Unfortunately, its words were not gentle.
When the birds are gone, the good bows are put away; when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. *
The more powerful a force is, the less likely it is to follow the rules. The existence of ghosts and gods in the world will cause the power field to become disordered. When it realized this, it felt that the world consciousness was too indecisive.
"I live to kill."
This means that the nature of ghosts and gods is destined to be tyrannical.
"If my identities were reversed, I would never allow myself to exist like this, with self-awareness..."
As it spoke, it laughed softly.
Xu Zhiyan felt his chin being pinched again. The man's fingertips were rubbing his jaw lightly, sending a dangerous signal.
"Are you sympathizing with me?" There was a hint of interest and dissatisfaction in its words.
"No, not really. To be honest, I'm almost as miserable as you are. Why should I sympathize with you?" Xu Zhiyan replied without even thinking.
He didn't lie.
With a privileged background and extraordinary talent, if there had not been the invasion of the mimics, he should have been the precious heir of the Xu family in his childhood, and should have achieved great things as an adult. How could he be treated as a tool and turned into a sickly person?
Pushing away Bai Jin's hand that was pinching his chin, Xu Zhiyan struggled to crawl out from the opponent's snake tail, his heels knocking against the ground.
Suddenly, a long-haired carpet that matched the woolen slippers appeared.
He turned his head and looked at Bai Jin who did not stop him. While telling the other person about his own experience, he was doing whatever he wanted in the other person's dream.
A burning fireplace, a carved low table, and a sofa so comfortable that one would not want to move once lying down. Xu Zhiyan kicked off his slippers, curled up on the sofa, and in a few words he talked about his own difficulties in his childhood. The bone china teacup in his hand reflected a bright light.
“…That’s about it.”
He lowered his head and took a sip of hot coffee, his tone suddenly rising: "Fuck, can I have a sense of taste in my dreams?"
Bai Jin did not answer.
It stood in the cold, lightless darkness, its eyes scanning the area inch by inch.
The young man was wearing a loose milky white sweater, curled up like an animal, his round toes exposed to the outside were baked pink by the fire. He touched the other's soft black hair, which felt as good as it looked. The other's thin lips opened and closed slightly, as if to say that he was tired. After tasting the taste, a light of surprise suddenly burst out from his beautiful eyes...
Warm, cunning, and full of vitality.
Xu Zhiyan is the first real human being Bai Jin has ever met.
It understood that ghosts and gods were deformed beings born for killing. No matter what state it was in, except for entering the game, the world consciousness did not dare to let it into the world, even after being split.
Therefore, even though the entire existence of the world is within its cognition, for it, everything only remains at the cognitive stage.
Because both sides were cheating, the scenes in the first round of the game were mostly simple. However, whether it was the ghost or the mimic, they didn't care about the scene. He was just a tool like them.
Now He has fallen from the altar and turned into it, still hiding in the darkness, while Xu Zhiyan stands in the light.
Bai Jin suddenly smiled at himself.
Just now, it almost really wanted to believe that a ghost with no future and abandoned by the world would fall in love with a fragile and beautiful human being.
Maybe it should go away.
Complex emotions were churning in his mind, and before Bai Jin could get out of his thoughts, the young man's warm and lively voice called him.
"Why are you standing here? Why don't you come and sit down?"
Xu Zhiyan pointed to the other side of the low table.
This time he built it according to the style of the first renovation of the safe house. Opposite the low table was the seat for ghosts and gods.
As he spoke, the soft, light-colored carpet stretched outward, extending to under the snake's tail of white embers, and then continued to spread outward a little further, completely enveloping it in the warmth emanating from the fireplace.
Xu Zhiyan only talked about his childhood and did not mention the ghosts and gods in the safe house.
Putting down the teacup, he tilted his head and asked, "What's next? You don't sound like you need any help."
More than just not needing help.
If he hadn't been with Party A for so long, he would have almost thought that the goal of slicing twenty years ago was to destroy the world.
After a long time, Bai Jin finally moved.
It hid its complete form, turned back into its teenage appearance, and walked towards Xu Zhiyan.
"The loophole in this round of the game has been fixed. Only humans and mimics can participate. My divided power has been arranged in the copy by the world consciousness. The main system controls me so that I can take back those unconscious powers."
It didn't say the whole thing, but Xu Zhiyan already understood the other party's choice.
"You need a means to enter the game to reclaim your power." Xu Zhiyan held his chin and looked at Bai Jin across the chessboard that appeared on the low table at some point.
In this unfair game, humans have never been the protagonists.
The separated power has no consciousness and is scattered throughout the game, serving as a means for the world consciousness to severely damage the mimic in the second round of the game. The main system has obtained the only heart that can restrain the scattered power...
It's another round of back and forth competition.
Xu Zhiyan guessed Bai Jin's next move without even having to think about it.
"So what happens after the power is completely recovered?" He thought this question was a bit ridiculous. If it were him, and he got the power back after being abandoned, he would be considered merciful if he didn't blow up the world.
Bai Jin’s answer was also very concise.
“I won’t go through the same thing a second time.”
Now that He has regained His power, He will no longer be torn into pieces. What He does specifically will depend on the outcome of the negotiations with the world consciousness.
As for the ridiculous foreign invaders? It never took them seriously.
There was a hint of self-destruction in its tone, as if for it, whether it could gain power or not, perishing along with all things was not a bad option.
Xu Zhiyan pursed his lips, frowned, and his expression suddenly became serious.
Damn it, why did it sound like the Bai Jin in front of him was more like a villain boss than the main system? The other party's words had a strong sense of overturning the table if he took back the power, but it was unrealistic for him to persuade the other party to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly pointed at the chessboard in front of him and asked, "Want to play chess?"
Bai Jin, who looked like a teenager, raised his eyebrows and looked over, as if he was curious about why the other party's question was so absurd and completely illogical.
Xu Zhiyan shrugged, his expression indifferent.
"Now I can't go anywhere except your dreams, so I might as well find you and cultivate our relationship." He said it with real emotion.
There really is nothing that can be done.
Bai Jin was unable to control his young body and was filled with hatred and resentment twenty years ago. Apart from coming here to relax every night, he could only watch everything from the perspective of a spectator.
He could not stop his younger self from being used as a vessel by Xu Yan, nor could he speak to dissuade his heart from regaining its strength.
…
The morning breaks the dream.
The new day starts from the beginning just like yesterday.
Xu Zhiyan briefly explained the situation of the heart slice to the system and was forced to listen to the other party's broken and distorted screams.
But there is nothing the system can do.
It is even worse than the host, and it cannot even enter dreams.
Fortunately, Xu Zhiyan has a good attitude and is thick-skinned.
Time flies.
Three months have passed.
Xu Zhiyan lives a fulfilling life.
During the day, Xiao Zhiyan tries his best to win people's hearts and explore the structure of the Xu family. He is full of energy every day looking for a way out. At night, he enters Bai Jin's dream and transforms the other party's solid dream into a mess, under the euphemism of taking him to experience the local customs and cultures of various places.
Before going to bed, Xiao Zhiyan stuffed another coin into the plastic jar, clasped his hands together with a serious face, and bowed again and again.
Seeing the jar almost full, Xu Zhiyan sighed.
"Was I so stubborn when I was a kid?"
Even though I know the probability is incredibly small, I still make wishes into the money jar every day.
[Host! How can a dirty adult like you understand the innocence and cuteness of a child! My dear...]
The system was condemning in a loud voice.
As an AI, it is also quite adaptable.
After complaining about his younger self, Xu Zhiyan fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he quietly entered Bai Jin’s dream.
It was still pitch black all around.
For three whole months, Bai Jin seemed to be preparing a pure-color canvas for him every day, allowing him to build whatever he wanted in his dreams.
Xu Zhiyan turned around and saw the figure of the young man Bai Jin.
Meeting the young man's gaze, Bai Jin spoke softly, "What do you want to do today?" His tone was filled with tenderness and anticipation that he himself was not aware of.
Time cannot erase betrayal, but the moments spent with Xu Zhiyan can remove the shadow of betrayal.
It has been almost a hundred days since the two of them started to spend time together.
It watched Xu Zhiyan construct a bustling street with people coming and going, various foods that could be given magical flavors by imagination, and a stage opera that could only be performed in a hurry without remembering the details...
The absurdity that I initially felt when I heard about traveling back in time disappeared, and it stayed with the vivid Xu Zhiyan.
It began to look forward to having such a lover more than ever.
Xu Zhiyan found this question a little funny, "Do you think I'm the donkey of the production team? I have nothing to do every day and I create scenery for you?" He put his arm around the neck of the young man Bai Jin, looking like a good brother, and gave orders with a smile, and he made quite a few requests.
"It's your turn today. Show me your adult form. Don't wear your perfect form. Wear normal clothes, like a plain black shirt."
It won’t work if it has both a tail and wings.
The young Bai Jin didn't understand why, but it still changed its appearance obediently.
Xu Zhiyan let go of his hand and looked at the familiar Bai Jin in front of him, feeling a little dazed. He could hardly tell the difference between the Bai Jin from twenty years ago and the ghost from twenty years later.
The smile disappeared, and he looked at the other person with a dazed expression, as if he was looking at someone through this figure.
After a while, Xu Zhiyan murmured.
"Bai Jin, I miss you a little." He found that he had not seen the ghost he loved for a long time, and the longing grew quietly in his consciousness.
These words exploded like thunder in Bai Jin's heart.
It suddenly understood.
Falling in love with Xu Zhiyan is Bai Jin's destiny.
No matter whether this Bai Jin is the Him twenty years later, or the Him with only the heart left.
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