Dark red windbreaker.

Black mask.

The face is blurred.

Without a doubt, this was the appearance of Ash Hiss. However, his life experience of more than sixty years kept giving Banji warnings, and even his magic spirits were trembling with fear in their souls. Important magic spirits such as 'Ice Heart', 'Bone Prickling', and 'Typhoid Fever' were beating other magic spirits like crazy.

At this critical moment, Panji suddenly understood why Helephis and Rogge died so easily - they had no power to resist at all!

The magic spirits are rioting!

The only magic spirits that Banji could still activate were the original magic spirits he summoned on his own, and all the other magic spirits obtained from the virtual world and purchased from reality were out of control. Those magic spirits that just trembled and refused to work were fine, but the problem was that some magic spirits that had not been controlled for long enough actually rebelled and beat up Banji's original magic spirits - you have to know that Banji was more than 60 years old, and the magic spirit system had rarely been updated. He had controlled those rebellious magic spirits for at least three years!

Young people like Helefis and Rogge who are still in their rising stage have their magic spirits updated slightly every year and updated significantly every three years. The ratio of native magic spirits to foreign magic spirits may be as high as 1:10 or even higher. Once the magic spirits riot, their native magic spirits may even be beaten to death by foreign magic spirits!

The original magic spirits were killed, and the foreign magic spirits all rioted. They had no magic spirits available. Unless they were weak magicians, they were no different from ordinary people!

Unless the magician only uses original magic spirits to avoid magic spirit riots, but the problem is that this is impossible - during the period when the silver magician is laying the foundation, the proportion of original magic spirits may be higher, but when it comes to the gold magician stage, in order to build a combat system or production system, the magician must use one or two original magic spirits as the main system construction. The two are like a small family workshop and a factory. The latter certainly has more management risks, but the increase in productivity is enough to cover the risks.

Moreover, after being a magician for fifty years, this was the first time that Banji encountered a magic spirit riot. He had never even heard of it before. But it made sense. Any magician who encountered a magic spirit riot had no chance of surviving.

Is it a magic spirit, a miracle, or...?

Am I going to die?

Panji found himself surprisingly calm, but when he looked up, he saw neither 'Ash' nor the mirror.

He saw the rainy night.

A heavy, outdated truck was parked outside the nostalgic coffee shop, and the air was filled with the smell of tar from the tires rubbing against the asphalt. A woman in a purple windbreaker was lying on the ground, her lower body caught in the tire.

Banji's mind went blank in an instant. The screaming of car lights, the howling of passers-by, the screams of raindrops hitting the road, everything was blocked out by his eardrums. The world was silent without an echo. He squatted beside the woman and opened the blue umbrella, but the raindrops still fell on her face.

"It's raining so hard that an umbrella is useless." The woman was still able to smile at this time: "Don't cry, little Panji, although you look pretty when you cry, you are worthy of being... ahem... number one."

"The medical staff will be here soon," Panji said with a choked voice, his vision blurred, the pain spreading from his limbs to his heart. The mature and steady housekeeper suddenly disappeared, leaving only a weak boy: "And aren't you a magician?! Miracle, use a miracle! You said that we will be a family after the weaving ceremony, you lied, you lied! You clearly bet on Duolan's name!"

"The so-called bet on Duolan's name means that I will keep my promise and lie to you." The woman laughed and said, "Banji, you are already my family, so I want to ask you a favor..."

"No! Don't do it! Don't!"

"Lex is only three years old, and I don't have any other relatives, so I can only ask you to take care of him. That kid likes to stick to you, I'm afraid he thinks of you as his future wife..."

"Why should I help you take care of the child? You can take care of him yourself! When you die, I will feed him to the dogs immediately!"

"That doesn't matter. The Duolan should have been extinct long ago. I don't know why it has survived to this day." The woman's voice became softer and softer: "I'm sorry, Panji, I actually... really want to give you a home..."

"At least... I don't want you to... get wet in the rain alone..."

The air is dead, the night rain is dead, and the young man’s banyan is dead too.

…

When the rain stopped, Panji looked up and found himself in the suburbs of Azula. At this time, Azula had not yet built a second-tier city, and the suburbs were barren and in urgent need of development. The young man in front of him put on a purple helmet and rode a motorcycle, saying, "Just drop me off here."

"What are you going to do?" Banji asked, "Why can't you tell me?"

"Rebellious period, you don't understand old man."

"You are in your twenties and still in your rebellious period. Isn't it too late?" Banji sighed: "Now that you have grown wings, you call me an old man. You were so cute when you were a child. You followed me around every day. I could always see you when I turned around. At that time, you called me--"

"That was more than a decade ago!" the young man said anxiously, "Can you please look to the future like a young person instead of always clinging to the past?"

Boom boom, thunder was heard in the distance, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and Banji said, "It's going to rain, why don't we--"

"Then I have to get on the road quickly." The young man said, "By the way, I have something to ask of you."

"Um?"

"Don't take care of An Nan, she will live well in Fanmula. I have deposited money into your account, and I have also found a way to transfer some of the Gospel Points to you. You are not young anymore, old man, you should find a place to start a family and build a career, or publish your novels. Although they have no literary value, they should be surprisingly popular..."

"Wait." Panji held his shoulder and pointed the gun directly at his waist: "What are you going to do? Go back, or I will freeze you and bring you back."

"I bet you don't have any bullets in your gun."

Banji was startled, and then he felt that the weight of the gun was wrong. At this time, it was raining heavily, and the voice of the young man came out in the sound of raindrops: "You shouldn't have lent me your gun to play with since you were a child. It's too easy to unload your gun."

"Lex, even if you don't care about yourself, you have to take care of An Nan—"

"I went there just for An Nan. If I didn't do this, An Nan would have taken this path sooner or later. I will put an end to the fate of our clan on the line for the sake of Duo Lan's name."

"What about me? Lex, what about me!?" Panji grabbed his shoulders tightly, his voice full of pleading: "How many times have you guys tried to hurt me!? I've already lost Winna..."

"So I can write to everyone else, but I have to tell you in person." The young man said, "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Don't look back now, I'm gone."

On a bright afternoon many days later, he finally found out about Lex's death, the location was Nabisteen, and the cause of death was a traffic accident.

The sunshine is dead, the tears are dead, and the middle-aged pancakes are dead.

…

When Panji was about to drown in the Six Emblems Family's dream, a little girl found him nervously: "Uncle Panji, I found a way to escape from Fanmula!"

"Miss, Sennheiser is a safe place. There is no need for you to leave."

"No, I am a descendant of the Dolan clan, and I must restore the glory of my ancestor Denzel!"

"Miss, your last name is Sennheiser now."

"That's why I want to leave. Fanmula only cultivates useless people. I want to leave here and see the outside world!" The little girl said seriously: "And Qinna always bullies me. I will take revenge on Duolan's name in the future!"

Ban Ji couldn't help laughing out loud, but when he looked at An Nan, he seemed to have returned to his youth and middle age.

How could he possibly refuse Duolan's invitation?

…

"Although I don't know why, our clan has been cursed by the Gospel." An Nan said, "Perhaps it is because of this connection that I can log in to the accounts of my ancestors and read the future of the Gospel with the authority of the Queen. It was also because I logged in to more accounts that I saw that my life would end at the age of 28... I don't know what kind of future the Gospel has prepared for me."

"So that's how it is..." Panji murmured.

"So I must get the Lord God's wish to completely sever the chains of my bloodline. Just like grandma helped you win the first place in the Weaving Festival, I also have to find other foreigners to deceive the Weaving Festival. It would be best to find them a few days before the Weaving Festival so that their resumes are clean enough..."

"Hmm? The client is actually the Four Pillars of God. Are they also looking for people from foreign lands? Cleos asked me a few days ago if I had any information about the Four Pillars of God... The Four Pillars of God, the red hat, people from foreign lands... I suddenly had a brilliant idea."

"Banji, are you ready to make a scene with me?"

"Of course." Panji looked at the drizzle outside the window and said, "Until I melt in this rain."

…

Banji opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar palace. In front of him, An Nan was lying in a pool of blood, and the purple moth was dyed bright red.

He raised his head and saw the queen behind the curtain in the distance. The air, night rain, sunshine and tears in his memory seemed to have all returned to him.

He understood it completely.

"I am a piece of ice, and my love for Duolan is frozen inside."

"How could I bear to let her finish this last journey alone?"

"I am indeed ranked second on the Assassination List." Banji took out the Ice Curse Double Guns: "This is my future."

Just as he rushed forward, a man in a dark red windbreaker rushed out from behind the curtain. He held a long sword and deflected all the bullets, then the long sword condensed into an ice cone and stabbed straight forward. Panji immediately recalled his own death——

Anyone who assassinates the queen will be pierced through by the coldest ice cone!

"dad!"

When Liz's crisp voice sounded outside, 'Ash' took a deep look at Panji, and then all the future disappeared.

Ash walked into the room with Liz, carrying takeout bags in both hands, "Let's eat, let's eat!"

The faucet was still running, and there was no man in the dark red windbreaker in the mirror. Only Ash and Liz walked out the door. Liz followed Ash like a little follower, and it seemed as if Panti had just had an illusion.