The silk threads in the air were still spreading, but Cheng Shi could no longer see clearly. He could only vaguely feel a mysterious force of "fate", but such a weak force was not enough for him to identify the direction.
So the blind man, the releaser of talent, became his human navigator, leading him all the way through the town and towards the mine outside the town.
The town style of the Falling Gate is very different from the civilization on the surface. The living areas here are not tightly arranged, and the buildings are not clustered together. Instead, they are completely scattered east and west. Looking at the layout of the town, it seems that someone from outside came, found that there were people living here, and then randomly picked a place on the outskirts to settle down, and then gradually gathered a group of people to develop into a new area.
This resulted in the entire town covering a very large area, and the two people actually walked a long way.
However, Cheng Shi was not idle along the way. He looked around and occasionally chatted with passers-by, as if he regarded the search for clues as a leisurely tour. When he was in high spirits, he even plucked two small red ball flowers from the street and inserted them into Adric's nostrils, under the pretext of beautifying the corpse to please his fellow travelers.
Whether the corpse was beautified or not is another matter, but the companions were not pleased at all.
Seeing Cheng Shi so "lively", the blind man sighed quietly, thinking that the other party was too relaxed, but the more relaxed he was, the further this fate weaver deviated from his essence.
She is the chosen one of [Fate], and believes that with the favor of [Nothingness], she has some ability to see through the essence of things, so in her eyes, everything Cheng Shi shows is deliberately distancing himself from this world.
He locked his essence deep in his heart and was unwilling to expose it, but he used a relaxed illusion to play the role of a well-known fortune-teller. Isn't this also a kind of nothingness, a nothingness of self and non-self.
"Have you always been like this?" the blind man suddenly asked.
"?" Cheng Shi blinked, pretending not to understand.
"Sometimes, I feel like you're more of a clown than a fate weaver."
"..." The clown you are talking about had better be a professional.
Cheng Shi twitched his lips and pouted: "Are you really good at fortune-telling?"
The blind man nodded, then shook his head:
“I know a little bit, but I don’t count, I just watch.
[Destiny] does not need to be calculated. It is always in front of people's eyes. It labels different destinies and then waits for each life to choose its own path.
He never interferes with people's choices, but people always blame their misfortunes on His indifference.
Little do people know that it is not fate that determines destiny, but each person himself determines his destiny.
He wrote countless scripts and created countless characters, but there are always people who are eager to dig out those tragic characters and then apply them to themselves.
I can’t see how those scripts will end, but I can see some vague images and know which people are about to perform which scenes…”
After listening to these discussions about "fate", Cheng Shi suddenly felt that it was not just luck that made the blind man become the chosen one of "fate".
She really understands fate, at least in some aspects her understanding is almost as good as mine.
Cheng Shi instantly became interested. He tilted his head to look at his teammate in black and asked with interest:
"Then can you see what kind of fate I will play out?"
The blind man didn't say anything, but with a complicated expression he spread out his hands and showed Cheng Shi a dice. It was a 6-sided dice, and the eye-catching red dot immediately caught Cheng Shi's eyes.
“Sorry, divination is my personal habit. When there is no need to use force, I often do some divination for my own choices. This is not to predict the future, but to correct the present.
I always pay attention to whether I have deviated from the guidance of [Destiny]. This method has always been effective and has always pushed me to the position of God's Chosen One.
but......
Cheng Shi, you are a very strange person. When I divined about things related to you, the divination was very normal.
But once I try to get to know you, my dice will roll a 1 without any surprises."
The blind man suddenly stopped, looked at Cheng Shi with curiosity, and asked thoughtfully:
“Today, I have gained 8 1 points out of curiosity.
I don't think this is a coincidence, nor do I think that fate has gone astray in your life. When something happens over and over again, I can only speculate that this is your fate.
So I am very curious about what kind of story you have interpreted, and what kind of interpretation will make the dice in my hand show a 1 without fail.
Cheng Shi, I want to ask again, can my sincerity today be exchanged for an answer? "
"......"
If I could give you the answer, would I still be called Cheng Shi?
Why don't I just change my name to [Destiny]?
The blind man said this out of curiosity, but when Cheng Shi heard it, he felt a bit of powerless fear in his heart.
If even the destined guidance that other [Destiny] believers see about their own destiny is only 1 point, then can this so-called predetermined outcome be changed?
Did Cheng Dashi’s retrospection and the fall of [Prosperity] have any impact on it?
Will the world, the universe, the times...still end up in complete nothingness in the script He wrote?
For a moment, Cheng Shi's mind was in a mess. He looked at the eye-catching dot in the blind man's hand and felt that it was not the predetermined destiny, but the red nose of a clown...
He pondered for a moment, and instead of answering the other party's question, he asked another question.
“You are not sincere in secretly reading my fortune, An Shenxuan.
But I am a magnanimous person, so I won't bother with that. But before you answer this question, you have to answer me a question first."
The blind man did not refuse. She nodded and said, "Okay."
“Very good, my question is, if I share my story with you, then Zhen Xin…will she know?
That obscure... Will Zhen Yi know?"
"So that's what you're worried about?" The blind man was stunned, then chuckled, "Yes, Xinxin and I do talk about everything, but even the best of friends have secrets. As long as you have no ill will towards Xinxin, I don't think this is a problem.
As for Zhen Yi...even if Xin Xin knew, she could still control her memory. Otherwise, she would have caused far more trouble than she has now. "
really!
Zhen Xin can indeed control Zhen Yi’s memory!
Then everything before that was easily explained. Cheng Shi nodded secretly and asked in confusion, "Since Zhen Xin also thinks Zhen Yi is a trouble, why doesn't she take back all her memories?"
"That's the second problem, Cheng Shi. You are cautious enough when sharing your own story, but you are also greedy enough when coveting other people's stories. Your behavior is no different from those prisoners in the jail just now and Adric on your shoulder."
"???"
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