Chapter 374 The Truth of World Destruction, Restraints and the Earth (5000 words, please give me a monthly ticket)
Inside the prison cell, a layer of mercury-like color started from the wall and spread out layer by layer.
This hazy color flows on the floor like moonlight, or like ink dripping on a blank page, and soon permeates the entire space.
In the end... even the chair Ji Minghuan was sitting on could not escape the disaster and was stained with the same color.
At this moment, the figure called "the prophet" was standing motionless at the entrance.
The metal door behind the prophet was tightly closed, with no signs of having been opened, which seemed to prove that the prophet did not enter through the main door.
Ji Minghuan held his chin, seemingly nonchalant, but he looked at the prophet vigilantly and seriously.
Obviously, the scene where the prophet appeared this time was different from the last time.
The prophet Ji Minghuan saw last time was just an afterimage, but the person who appeared before him this time was undoubtedly a living person... The other person's breathing, the other person's slight movements, the empty eyes, everything was so real.
After a while, the prophet who was standing there moved.
He was leaning on an old cane, his tattered, gray cloak dragging on the silver-white floor, his back slightly hunched, as he limped over.
Under the brim of the hat, the pair of dark and deep eyes stared straight at Ji Minghuan without blinking.
It would be a lie to say that Ji Minghuan was not frightened by the other party's display.
It's another fucking pause, and they suddenly show up to visit like a ghost. If I have to say, even the Salvation Army isn't as scary as this.
So in this empty, dead cage, Ji Minghuan wondered in his mind who this powerful person was, while looking at the other person with curiosity and vigilance.
I don’t know why, but as I looked at him, Ji Minghuan suddenly felt that his eyes were very familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before. This strange sense of familiarity could not be shaken off.
Ji Minghuan suddenly blinked, realizing that he was not alone.
Then an idea struck me, I held my forehead and tried to enter the spiritual library in my mind.
But he soon discovered that even inside his library was silent.
The setting sun was red, and the red afterglow filled every corner. At this time, the entire library was empty.
In that familiar corner, the afternoon tea cup, reading glasses, and books all fell to the floor. Red tea flowed out from the cup, staining the ground red, but the figure of the red dragon Wales disappeared.
Looking at this scene, even Ji Minghuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
You know, the shadow of the red dragon Wales has been with him for more than half a month, and this is the first time he entered the library and found that the other party was not there.
"How on earth did he do that?" Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows and murmured in disbelief. "Even my mentor and Kong Youling couldn't tamper with my spiritual space at will. What the hell is this?"
Even though he had prepared himself mentally in advance, he still couldn't imagine that the prophet's ability could be so terrifying that it was beyond the scope of human beings.
The other party had practically shut out all conscious beings. At this moment, the entire world was just the two of them.
This is an absolutely private conversation, even time is off-limits.
Therefore, the instructors were unable to observe this scene through the monitor afterwards. At most, they found that Ji Minghuan's position suddenly changed within one second.
"It's over, it can't really be restricted level 1001, right?" Ji Minghuan thought to himself, his eyes twitching slightly, and this string of numbers flashed in his mind almost immediately.
Then, the blood descendant drank afternoon tea with his chin in his hand and casually talked about the past.
If it really is restricted level 1001, then Ji Minghuan's inner peace will be gone. This is another restricted level in the world, and this may be the only one that can truly threaten him.
Trample, tramp ...
The prophet's footsteps were light and slow, but were drowned out by the sound of his cane hitting the floor. At this time, a pair of black leather boots stepped on the floor. It was unknown what era this outfit belonged to, as it was really too old-fashioned.
After a moment, the other party slowly walked over and sat across the table.
Ji Minghuan sat quietly in his chair, leaning back, and looked up at the man for a moment. He was about 1.7 meters tall, about half a head taller than him.
The two sat on either side of the table, looking at each other.
"I know... you don't like it here, so let's go talk somewhere else." The prophet said hoarsely.
"Can you take me out?" Ji Minghuan asked, "Since you can come in, it should be easy to take me out, right?"
"I can't... As for the reason, I can't tell you yet." The prophet shook his head and lowered his voice, "But I can let your spirit accompany me for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Ji Minghuan could say anything, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then his consciousness seemed to fall into a boundless ocean, being dragged deeper and deeper by the pressure of the sea water.
In the end, all that was left in the vision was an unconscious blue.
This feeling was exactly the same as when he first created a game character...
same.
It was unknown how long it had been, but Ji Minghuan opened his eyes in a trance, and then his pupils contracted slightly.
At this moment, he was standing in a narrow corridor, and it was pitch black both under his feet and above his head.
Ji Minghuan touched his body. He was still wearing the pure white hospital gown, but he didn't even know what he was standing on. He only knew that the soles of his feet were as cold as if they were covered with ice, as if he was standing on top of an Arctic glacier.
It was so cold that my feet were almost burning, and my soles were slightly numb.
He raised his head and looked ahead with a strange look in his eyes.
At this moment, the two sides of the corridor were filled with chaotic scenes like the time and space tunnel that the train demon had passed through. At that time, Ji Minghuan controlled the black pupa and sat inside the train demon, looking out, and he was also visually shocked.
But the strange thing is that every scene on both sides of the corridor at this time is so familiar, so familiar that it is almost about to burst out of one's heart.
In the darkness, his heart beat faster unconsciously, as if ten million little people were kicking and stomping, not giving him a chance to stop and breathe.
"This is..." Ji Minghuan's lips moved slightly, and he muttered to himself almost word by word.
The prophet stood silently in a corner of the corridor, about ten meters away from Ji Minghuan. He tilted his head and silently looked at the scene in the corridor.
"What should I call you?" After thinking for a moment, the other party turned around and looked at Ji Minghuan and spoke.
The prophet's words broke the silence of this chaotic world.
His voice was a little hoarse, like someone with a burned throat, maybe because of the gauze wrapped around his face, or maybe it was just his voice.
"What's wrong with you?" Ji Minghuan finally spoke at this time.
"What's wrong?" The prophet stood motionless, his whole body covered by a tattered cloak.
"What else?" Ji Minghuan tilted his head, frowning. "You tipped off the Salvation Society, causing me to be locked up in that hellhole for over a month. And then you suddenly popped up and asked me, 'What should I call you?'"
"Oh, then I'll call you... Ji Minghuan?"
"Okay, thank you for telling me. My name is Ji Minghuan. I'm so grateful."
"You're welcome."
The prophet spoke in a low voice, turning his eyes to look towards the west side of the corridor. His eyes were empty and calm, and there was no emotion in his voice.
Ji Minghuan was stunned for a moment.
He thought to himself, why does this person look so stupid? Could he be a robot or an android?
"So who are you?" Ji Minghuan asked, "What's your purpose in coming to see me?"
"I have been looking for you for a long time." The prophet said slowly, "It took me many years, many years... to find you."
"What's the meaning?"
"Hmm... remember the white-haired girl in your library?" asked the prophet.
"Could it be..." Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows.
His consciousness sank at the fastest speed, entering the spiritual library and finding the rag doll with white hair and red eyes in the corner of the library.
"That thing...is actually my spy in your spiritual world. It's like a surveillance camera," the prophet whispered. "I know that only if I appear before you in the form of Kong Youling will you not resist."
He paused. "Even if you think it's strange, you won't erase it from your mind. You'll just leave it there, right?"
"You're too treacherous." Ji Minghuan came back to his senses and stared at the other person. "You actually used the appearance of that penguin to confuse me?"
"Um...I'm sorry."
The prophet's apology was frank.
"At first, I thought the shadow was a creation of my subconscious, but... I can only blame myself for being overconfident. I never thought someone could tamper with my spiritual world. Otherwise, how could I have been fooled by you?"
Ji Minghuan recalled a series of details and muttered to himself softly.
Thinking about it this way, he felt strange. Kong Youling's shadow had indeed appeared in his library one day for no apparent reason, and even Kong Youling himself couldn't figure out what was going on.
At this moment, Ji Minghuan felt that the origin of this prophet was extremely mysterious.
"Actually... you don't need to act so pretentiously in front of me. I know you better than anyone else." The prophet suddenly sat down. "There's no need to act like a child, and there's no need to be so noisy."
He paused and said quietly, "Be quiet and just be yourself."
After a long silence, Ji Minghuan looked up at him and asked, "How did you do it? Even psychic-type psychics can't break through my mental defenses."
"Don't worry... We can talk slowly. There's still plenty of time." The prophet murmured, "In fifteen minutes at most, I will disappear. Before then, we can explain everything clearly, everything that has happened so far."
As soon as the words fell, a halo of light like midnight day suddenly spread across the entire corridor.
The bright light pierced his eyelids, and Ji Minghuan subconsciously raised his arm to shield his forehead. A moment later, when he came to his senses, the entire corridor had undergone a huge change.
He silently raised his head from his arms, and what came into view was a bumpy star body, the surface of which emitted a cool white light.
Looking up, one sees a vast and boundless universe with twinkling stars and a meteor dragging its gorgeous tail of light through the endless darkness.
If he guessed correctly, then the thing under his and the prophet's feet at this time should be called "moon".
Ji Minghuan and the prophet were sitting together on the top of the moon. The prophet was silently looking at the distant universe, while Ji Minghuan was looking around, occasionally reaching out to touch the bumpy surface of the moon, and he shrank his shoulders because of the cold.
"See it?" the prophet suddenly said.
"What did you see?"
"Something that will happen," the prophet whispered.
Ji Minghuan was slightly stunned and looked at the prophet.
Then, following the prophet's gaze, he looked toward the west of the moon. That was the direction of Earth. But Ji Minghuan was slightly startled; he didn't see a blue planet there.
Instead, he saw giant black snakes.
At this moment, thousands of giant snakes are wriggling in the universe, almost forming a huge, black sphere.
But if you look closely, you can see that they are not snakes at all, but huge belts. They surround a blue sphere and eat away at every corner of it.
"Restraints?"
Ji Minghuan stared at the wriggling black sphere and almost blurted out.
"Yes, those are the restraining bands, and what they surround," the Prophet whispered, "is the Earth."
Both of them suddenly stopped talking.
They just watched quietly as the planet was devoured. In the end, the well-fed black restraints spread to all corners of the universe, reaching the distant horizon, entangling one star after another.
Only the moon right under their butts escaped.
"What's going on?" Ji Minghuan asked in a low voice, "Is this the scenario you predicted? Did I destroy the world?"
"I lied to you."
"What the hell?"
"This is not something that will happen, but... something that happened in the past." Having said this, the prophet slowly removed the layers of gauze wrapped around his face, revealing a handsome face.
Ji Minghuan's attention was originally focused on the restraints flying in the universe. When he caught a glimpse of this scene with his peripheral vision, he slowly turned his head and looked at the other person's face.
What came into view at this moment was the face of an Asian boy.
The other person looked to be around 13 to 14 years old, with dark eyes, pale skin, and a fairly straight nose.
But the strange thing is that no one in the world is more familiar with this face than Ji Minghuan. Whether it is the direction of the face or the facial features... they are all so familiar, as if he has seen it a thousand or a hundred times.
No, it's better to say that it's completely...
Himself when he is one or two years older.
Ji Minghuan's pupils contracted slightly.
Silence hung between the two for a long time. Ji Minghuan stared at the other person's face in a daze, as if he was looking in a mirror.
"Who are you……"
After a moment, he opened his mouth, but no words came out of his throat.
However, a terrifying guess was exploding in his mind.
The thoughts in my mind were like a ball of wool that rolled off the dining table and onto the floor, spreading endlessly forward, until in the end, only lines remained filling the blank world.
Finally, the prophet's voice tore through the void.
"Let me introduce myself again," he said. "Restricted 1001. This is the code name the Salvation Society gave me, and it's also the name I use now."
"It's you."
"You should have guessed it." said the prophet.
"Why?"
"The reason has been stated from the beginning: you will destroy the world," said the prophet.
"But why would I do that?"
At this moment, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. It was no longer an empty planet, but a deserted movie theater.
Ji Minghuan and the prophet were sitting in the audience seats of the movie theater, holding a popcorn bucket in their left hand and a can of ice cola in their right hand.
A documentary film was playing on the movie screen, and the picture showed a living room of a residential building exuding the smell of fireworks.
"This is?" Ji Minghuan looked up at the familiar living room. "Gu Wenyu's home?"
The prophet remained silent.
On the huge movie screen, six figures were shown eating at a dining table, among whom a white-haired girl was particularly eye-catching.
Ji Minghuan recognized the six people on the screen. Two of them were himself and the other was Kong Youling.
As for the other four...
"In the original timeline, you and Kong Youling were adopted by the same family."
"adoption?"
The prophet nodded. "Indeed, the family that adopted you all consists of four people. Your mother's name is Su Ying, your father's name is Gu Zhuo'an, and they have a son and a daughter; the son is Gu Qiye, and the daughter is Su Zimai."
He paused. "In that timeline, the destruction of the Old Jingmai Street District didn't happen on May 15, 2015. Instead, it happened on May 15, 2021, a year from now."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ji Minghuan muttered.
The prophet continued to speak to himself, "May 15th, 2021. Before that, this was an ordinary, happy family. Gu Zhuo'an was just an ordinary office worker. Su Ying had long since left the exorcist family and severed all ties with his father. Gu Qiye hadn't awakened his superpowers. He excelled in school and successfully entered the most prestigious university. Su Zimai also studied hard and was among the top students in the local high school."
He was silent for a moment. "With your help, Kong Youling secretly concealed his psychic abilities and disguised himself as a normal child. At that time, you were just an ordinary 13-year-old child."
Ji Minghuan was stunned.
"But on May 15th, 2021, in the Old Jingmai District, the puppet father of the Salvation Society released the 'Star Caller', destroying the Old Jingmai District, accidentally injuring countless people and killing countless innocent people."
The prophet stopped talking here, and the movie scene changed.
The picture displayed on the screen at this moment is the distant view of the old Jingmai district.
It was supposed to be a pleasant evening, but a beam of light like the polar day shot up into the sky, tearing through the twilight and the colorful clouds, and then split into thousands of meteors, falling from the sky with a loud bang.
Finally, like a rainstorm, it scattered across the entire Lao Jingmai district.
Looking at the scene on the screen, Ji Minghuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he couldn't help swallowing. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked:
"Then, Su Ying died?"
"No, it's clearly the same event...but in that timeline, Su Ying didn't die."
At this point, the prophet was silent for a moment. Then he continued:
"Instead, another person died in this incident."
(End of this chapter)
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