Chapter 97 She Loved Them
Ming rubbed the deep bite mark on the lower side of his neck.
"They were injected with an experimental drug by William. Even if Qianqian wanted to save them, there was nothing she could do."
The limits of what humans can do are beyond imagination.
In order to survive, from cannibalism in ancient times, to human experiments in the end times, to interstellar space, sacrificing interstellar guides and sentinels, just to gain more seats in the political arena.
For the sake of profit, they can sacrifice everything.
Despicable humans will indeed disappoint and confuse the interstellar consciousness, which will lead to disasters.
"Furthermore, these experiments can even interfere with the soul within the body, making him appear more obvious and attractive in front of Qianzhi."
That William broke up the souls of those experimental subjects and strengthened his own soul, trying to trap this little god who was still in the world.
"Tempting?" Qianzhi wrinkled her nose and subconsciously grasped Ming's collar.
Thinking of William's horrific appearance with his human skin shed, she felt that Ming was like an angel.
"He smelled like a rotting corpse." She could still smell it at the tip of her nose.
"Because he didn't realize that he was doing something completely contrary to the truth, and he didn't know Qianqian's taste."
Ming deliberately tugged at his collar, and a few drops of crystal clear blood flowed down his neck, along a vein on the side of his neck, dripping onto his collarbone, and accumulating into a small pool deep in his collarbone.
The eyes of the girl sitting in his arms suddenly lit up.
Her soft buttocks pressed against his tight thighs, and she was tempted by the bloody "lake" and licked the corner of her lips with her red tongue.
Then, under Ming's gentle caress, she stuck out her tongue and sipped the fragrant lake water in small sips.
His collarbone was itchy from being licked, Ming tilted his head back slightly, and his clear jawline looked particularly sexy as he swallowed.
He was like a sacrifice offered to the gods, willing to give everything for his gods.
Only when the feeling of hunger and thirst faded away did Qianzhi's thoughts slowly return to normal.
"He sacrificed someone else's soul in order to entice me to extract his soul from that filthy body?" She frowned in confusion when she thought of William's actions.
"That's why he chose to release the mind-boggling, insane fog in a confined space. He was taking a gamble with no downsides."
Ming stared at Qianzhi's pensive face, then slid down to her lips, which were slightly pouting like a flower bud.
"He's betting on me." Qianzhi pondered for a moment, "He's betting on whether I'm good or evil, and to what extent I can influence the human soul."
If she was a disaster lurking among humans with a hidden nature, she would naturally be attracted to his inhumane practices and make him her believer.
If she was from the side of good, she would be confused by the fog and unable to punish him quickly, or even be influenced by the fog and do what he wanted her to do.
"But how does he know about 'God' and 'soul'?"
"Because even in this apocalypse, the prophesied Sima exists. They seek to blend theology and science, attempting to unleash even greater power." She heard Ming's faint sarcasm. "The 'soul' will be granted eternal life by the 'god'."
"People who have caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the future always think they will control the future. But in fact, they cannot even control themselves." Not only the people in the Senate, but also Ming himself.
"When it comes down to it, I don't have the ability to extract their souls." Qianzhi shrugged and continued to stare at the bloodstains on Ming's neck with shining eyes.
"You do, Qianqian. Or rather, you once did."
Blood flowed down as the man leaned over, seeping secretly into his white shirt, soaking a small piece of cloth and revealing the strong texture of his chest.
"Perhaps you don't remember me, but I, as the soul from the end of the world, have returned to you."
He lowered his head, his purple eyes sparkling like stars filled with soul, falling beside the girl.
"You" lingered in Qianzhi's nose with the aroma of fine wine, and the face of Siming, the last of the world, which had once existed in Qianzhi's vague memory, gradually became clear. (Corresponding to Chapter 52)
That person looks almost exactly like Ming.
Wearing a black robe, he smiled gently at her in the evening breeze of the end of the world.
He would also use mysterious divination to calm her down when she was unhappy in the last days.
"I remember you." Her green eyes were filled with a moist mist.
But what happened to them later?
She didn't remember how they died, or how she gathered their souls.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I also wanted to recognize Qianqian earlier." Ming restrained himself and kissed her cheek, "But it wasn't until I entered the 'door' that I remembered it bit by bit."
Before meeting Chizhi, he only knew that he wanted to find someone, someone he would give everything for and stay by her side forever.
The Temple of Destiny is empty and boring.
So he would occasionally hide his identity and become a space pirate, floating on every planet, looking for the ethereal and real thing that was deeply rooted in his intuition.
Fortunately, he found it.
There was an itch on his chest, and Qianzhi finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he rubbed the skin soaked with blood with the tip of his tongue.
"Now that we have eradicated the darkness within the 'Gate', does that mean we can return to reality?" Qianzhi heard the thumping sound of Ming's healthy heart within his sturdy chest, and felt as if she were in another world.
She heard Ming sigh softly.
There was a strange emotion in the purple eyes.
"I think that William is not dead yet." The cunning man discovered when he was dealing with the rotten flesh and skin of the experimental subjects that what was spread on the ground was just William's shed human skin, and he escaped with his rotten inner self.
And as his memory became clearer, he also discovered—
"The world inside this 'door' is slowly reproducing what we've experienced before."
"What happened?" A vague feeling of unease arose in Qianzhi's heart.
She seemed to realize something.
"That means the sentinels around Qianqian will die." Ming's fingers entwined with Qianzhi's hair, his arms tightening around her waist. "Perhaps this is what Disaster wants to do."
"No!" Qianzhi raised her head. "No," she repeated.
But the voice lost some of its confidence.
Because she couldn't remember what they had experienced, but she clearly remembered that in the very end, she let those souls fly away.
So why did she forget?
Was it because the disaster struck her at that time that she lost her memory?
Ming hugged Qianzhi tighter, and the black snake's spirit body emerged, releasing mellow pheromones to comfort the somewhat uneasy girl.
He could imagine what Qianzhi was thinking.
For Disaster, the death of a human being is the best blow and downfall for her. Therefore, he will not interfere with Qianzhi's memory.
And the reason why she finally forgot.
Perhaps, she once loved them, so she chose to give up the most painful memories.
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