Chapter 76 Reproducible

Now it's time to talk about women's priority again.

Fu Jiao sighed deeply, but quietly walked into the dimly lit bell tower.

The two of them closed the door one after the other. The rotten dust blocked the gradually faint sirens from the outside world. The dark building rarely retained a spiral staircase instead of an elevator, winding around and around until the top of the bell tower. Looking up, it looked like a postmodern abstract painting, and it made people dizzy just by looking at it.

The surrounding walls were covered with stained circuit boards and wires, which were slightly hot to the touch. The stairs were also old and creaked when stepped on.

"It looks like there are hundreds of steps," the Supreme God sighed as she climbed up holding the handrail - this was the umpteenth time she sighed tonight, "Maybe by the time we climb up, the place below will have been surrounded by the Inspection Court."

"You're really pessimistic, Lord God."

Guan Jiu followed her with a smile and added in a light tone: "But it doesn't matter, didn't you say it? I'm the criminal and you're just a hostage."

"Even if we're surrounded by members of the Inspection Court, I'll be the one who gets caught."

Fu Jiao slowed down his pace, turned around and looked at him, who gave a big, almost provocative smile.

"Isn't it?" Guan Jiu asked, "Between me and Deng Baoying, you still prefer the griffon, don't you?"

"Come on, Supreme God, you already know how Deng Baoying feels about you."

Although he was smiling, Guan Jiu's red eyes were staring at her.

Just like a stubborn and childish child, he wanted to ask his parents for an answer at this moment.

"......"

"I don't deny it," the Supreme God turned his head away and continued to climb the stairs, "but Baoying is my cub, and Lynx and Fuyi are my cubs, and so are you."

"I won't allow them to be hurt, just as I won't leave you alone."

...What a nice thing to say.

The poisonous jellyfish thought so, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The wires on the wall beside him were exposed and entangled on the stairs. Fu Jiao had to take a big step to go around the wires to avoid tripping.

After saying this, Guan Jiu fell silent, which was unusual for him. For a moment, the only sounds inside the bell tower were the footsteps and breathing of the two of them, one deep and one shallow.

It took them half an hour to climb halfway.

When they leaned on the railing to take a short rest, the red-haired jellyfish's eyes were always on Fu Jiao. The breathing sound was clearly audible in the bell tower, and the surrounding searchlights flickered and swayed, unable to stop the surroundings from being dark and decayed. The spiral staircase extended towards the top of the bell tower. When Fu Jiao wanted to climb up the next step, he heard Guan Jiu's long legs take a step, and the sound echoed very close to him.

"Back then, I know why you left."

Guan Jiu was beside her, and his voice was light and seemed to contain a smile: "It's okay to say those nice words to deceive them, but you can't deceive me."

This time, the Supreme God finally paused for half a second on the stairs. Then he seemed to think of something.

After a while, she looked back at Guan Jiu as if she had suddenly realized something. Her

tone was as calm and peaceful as always.

"Ah... So," she said lightly, "You didn't leave the council that day, did you?"

"Yes."

Poison Jellyfish laughed, as if she was happy that she finally, finally discovered this secret.

"That day, I heard your conversation with Him, without missing a word."

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"Thinking about it now, I really don't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to meet you at that time."

The handrail was covered with dust and was cold.

Finally, they climbed to the top floor. Guan Jiu took out the pass card from somewhere and walked to the other side to open the gate. He chatted casually while opening the gate. Fu Jiao sat on the steps with his chin propped up to watch him unlock the door. This gate combination lock seemed to be several decades behind the market and it was quite difficult to unlock it.

The pass card made a few beeps and then fell silent. Jellyfish sighed, threw the card aside, untied the metal cufflinks on his wrist, and reassembled them with a click.

He pressed the cufflink mechanism again, and the top of the small decoration instantly spurted out a hot blue flame, which burned around the electronic valve twice, and immediately burst into sparks comparable to electric welding.

With a click, the combination lock fell.

Fu Jiao: "..."

If you have this thing, what did you spend so much time doing with the pass card?

The door to the top floor finally opened, and the cold night wind mixed with the smoke of fireworks from the Firecrane Festival drifted over. It was probably the season that really changed, or it was too cold at high altitude. Standing in the wind outlet, Fu Jiao touched his forearm belatedly.

Strong winds poured in from the top floor. When I walked into the night of the high-altitude bell tower, the fiery red dress was rustling in the wind.

It is worthy of being the tallest and oldest building in the main city. Looking in all directions, there are gorgeous, brilliant, and bright lights.

Along with those technologically-sense, azure light tracks circling the city, the flames of countless civilizations flickered across time and space, and were shrouded in the phantom of a giant simulated firecrane tree, accompanied by those surging, invisible data streams.

Darkness and noise, silence and liveliness, oldness and newness, seemed to be split into two worlds in an instant.

And the jellyfish, the cub she had loved so much, brought out from the slave auction with her own hands, and taught to grow up, stood in front of her.

Standing in the split shadow that could not be illuminated by light.

Guan Jiu faced the Supreme God, stepped back a few steps, and opened his arms, as if to show her this earthly world.

The exquisitely tailored dress with white silk trailing down the end was blown high by the wind, like a cut wing.

"Over the years, I have a lot to say to you, and a lot to ask you," Guan Jiu smiled, "especially after you left."

"You, and that 'Observer'."

"The entire universe is a lamb to be slaughtered in your eyes, right?"

The poisonous jellyfish tilted his head slightly, looked at her, and asked with a frown: "If that's the case, why did you come here in the first place, and pretend to save us?"

"Is it only when something is valuable to you that it can stand by your side naturally?"

"......"

The Supreme God stood in front of him quietly, without saying a word.

He neither agreed nor objected, but just sighed very lightly.

After a while, Guan Jiu heard Fu Jiao say, "You shouldn't have eavesdropped on those words."

"I really shouldn't have listened to those words," Poison Jellyfish paused slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a thin, almost sullen smile, "If I could do it again, I wouldn't even want to step into that night again. For the next seven thousand years that you were gone, that scene was every time I dreamed of at midnight - I don't even know what the hell you were going to do, whether you ever told us the truth."

"Supreme God, if in your eyes, this universe is a replicable chessboard and copy where everything can be overturned and started over."

"Then what are we? Your chess pieces?"

Guan Jiu took a step forward and put his hands in his trouser pockets. Only his pupils, as if soaked in blood, reflected the light in the dark night.

Like a ghost filled with malice, he crawled back from the extremely distant past, questioning his old friend.

"If all the disasters in this universe, everything we have tried so hard to prevent, are just your light calculations and gambles, then what are we?"

Just like every time he questioned himself in the past, and just like the countless times he questioned the stars in the past, Guan Jiu still couldn't get a response.

The top floor of the bell tower was silent, with only the fireworks exploding in the distance too bright. Tonight's grand Firecrane Festival was still as joyous as ever.

Farther away, the piercing and shrill sound of sirens broke the silence, and at the end of the track under the bell tower, overlapping reflections of flying ships appeared.

Fu Jiao lowered his head and carefully felt the cuffs of his sleeves. The small red pearl embroidered there seemed to have disappeared. It must have been caught in the middle of the pursuit of Kuang Biao.

Guan Jiu's voice came from in front of him, filled with the chill of the night wind.

"From that night on," Guan Jiu said, "I have never lived for myself again."

"You shouldn't have saved me. From the moment I met you, the Guan Jiu of the next ten thousand years has already turned into dry bones."

"I hate you."

"It was true before, and it is true now."

Fu Jiao raised his eyes.

In the heavy, dark shadows, on this festival that should have been a grand, revelry, and gorgeous festival, Guan Jiu on the bell tower undressed. His beautiful, androgynous, pale face that looked like a human revealed a look of recklessness and pleasure, a smile that was desperate and joyful, almost morbid. The

collar of his silk shirt was crookedly open, and on his pale and thin chest, a huge dark purple crack that went straight from the collarbone to the lower abdomen suddenly appeared.

The crack almost occupied his entire chest, and the dark vein-like lines extended from his chest to the surrounding area. If it were magnified ten thousand times, it would be exactly the same as the regular crack that merged with the false god. Even the depraved, lifeless, soul-staining aura was the same.

In the middle of the crack, it was dark purple and almost black. A golden, round crystal like a vertical pupil was shaking, and a black line penetrated from the inside.

Looking around, it was as if a huge, dark purple eye was parasitic on Guan Jiu's chest.

——Lynx, mist-covered clothes, and even a shadow embraced by a lamp.

Deeper, closer to the point of collapse, delirium and collapse from the spirit and will.

It was as if...he was another monster that was swallowed and coexisted by the cracks in the rules, weaker and crazier. He was

of the same origin as the false god.

The deep purple pupils clinging to Guan Jiu's skin lit up, and those purple lines spread like vines, and there was a faint roar from outside the sky.

The bell tower under his feet trembled like a terrified giant, and the real space began to slowly collapse from under Guan Jiu's feet, as if the flat dimension had been torn open by a higher class. The reinforced concrete collapsed from the inside, and replaced by a black hole-like, greedy purple-black crack.

Like concentrated sulfuric acid, it eroded from under his skin, carrying a delirious purple-black data stream, and in an instant, the entire bell tower was assimilated into an unstable "chaos" that looked like the sizzling and flickering impurities in old movies.

Unreal, completely false, completely chaotic and disordered.

It gnawed at everything in the real world in such a dense and fragmented way, flowing upwards and wrapping it up, forming a huge

disordered space belonging to the rift, composed of purple-black data streams and flashing lights.

...

At the same time, above the edge of the city, which was not touched by the festival carnival.

The electromagnetic barrier that shielded the war was opened to the maximum, and the troops of the black market and the Inspectorate patrolled endlessly under the night sky.

It seemed that they were confronting each other, and it seemed that they were alerting each other through the darkness of the night. Neither side took another step forward.

No one knows why Guan Jiu suddenly appeared here, and why he suddenly brought a woman who had just arrived in the capital star and who seemed to have an unclear relationship with their president to this ghost place far away from the city.

To be honest, the black market and the Inspectorate have always maintained a strange and unexplainable balance.

After all, the black market manages the most difficult black market star regions and marginal star systems in the Federation, and suppresses those antisocial criminals and villains with violence. Without Guan Jiu's ruthless methods that can be described as ruthless and immoral, they don't know how many more nights they will have to stay up late and how many times they will be in danger.

In addition, Guan Jiu and Deng Baoying are both heirs chosen by the gods, and even if they take a step back, they have worked together in the past.

Therefore.

As long as the black market does not do anything outrageous, the Inspection Court will not have direct conflicts with it.

But this time it seems to be different.