Apocalyptic Forecast

When Huai Shi put down the tea cup, there was a feeling that the world suddenly came clear.

I don't know what I should say about relief, or what I have learned.

Is so calm that he seems to be a monk.

There is no slight fluctuation in my heart, just like Da Wu Da Wu, seeing through the red dust.

Soon, he reacted, looking down at the rippling purple in the tea cup, "What is this?"

"A special spiritual anesthetic."

The crow lifted its wings and pointed to the remaining tube on the edge of the table. "I picked some scraps from the horns of the snake, and made two tubes. If you like, I will give you away."

"Anesthetic?" Huaishi asked, "What is it for?"

"I think about how to say ..." Crow thought for a moment: "If the physical anesthetic is to shield you from pain, then it is to let you temporarily abandon your desires.

After taking it, in a short time, you will not feel anger, hesitation and sadness, at the same time, you will not feel joy, happiness and joy.

According to the creator of the potion: It is this instinct and emotion that hinders people from pursuing enlightenment. Only after losing all this, one will gain calmness from emptiness and real reason. "

"and then?"

"Then what should I do?"

The crow shrugged, "What's the magical effect of a tranquilizer?"

Sometimes, this calmness that is not disturbed by foreign objects is the most precious thing. At least in this case, the choice made will not regret it. As for other functions, it is secondary. "

Huai poem is clear, "Is it regret medicine?"

"It should be said that it is [no regret medicine]." Crow asked, "How does it feel?"

"Very good."

Huai Shi took a breath, found a comfortable posture on the chair, slowly relaxed, and finally felt tired and sleepy.

It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, it's time to go to bed.

"So-"

The crow asked, "Is there any gain?"

"Nothing, except this one."

Huai Shi shook his hand and threw the ring on the table. The platinum ring inlaid with broken diamonds went around the table a few times, then fell down, returning to calmness as it turned.

Revealed the two names engraved on the inside of the ring.

"My parents are probably dead."

In silence, Huai Shi gazed down at his parents' wedding ring and finally accepted this reality.

The crow shook his head, "Could it be a pawn?"

"Well, maybe."

"Maybe it was lost?"

"There is such a possibility."

Huai Shi nodded: "Thank you for your medicine, I am a lot easier now."

"Don't say thank you." The crow shook his head. "Just be a contractor."

"I'm going to bed first, will you continue to be busy?"

"Probably have to work overtime." Crow turned back and looked at the dim glow rising slowly in the reactor. "The last stage is almost done.

You really should rest, Huai Shi, take a good sleep, everything will pass. "

"Ok."

Huai Shi got up and walked to the bedroom, but when he stepped up the stairs, he saw the white mark on the wall that had the family portrait hanging on it, and his steps stopped.

for a long time.

He said, "I really miss them."

"I know."

The crow turned his back to him, and said nothing more, only the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

She quietly looked at the metal light boiling in the crucible, listening to it echoing like the sound of the ocean tide. Like a patient farmer, waiting for the ripening moment.

The miracle from the abyss brewed silently in the kettle.

Soon, the development period of Huai poetry will usher in an end.

This is the last step among all the complementing potions, laying the foundation of the omnipotence of the sacred mark.

If development always accompanies growth, then growth is often painful. This pain is worth remembering and realizing. It will be imprinted in the body, together with miracles.

"Sleep, Huai poetry."

The black flying bird murmured softly: "I promise, this is the last cruel education, and you will have a bright future from now on."

As for the uninvited guest ...

Leave it to ‘Master here’ to solve it.

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Half an hour ago, in the collapsed sacrificial ground.

In the stone-filled interior room, Wang Hai's body suddenly pulsated.

The dagger that stabbed in his heart was quietly broken, turned into black dust, and merged into the cold blood.

Then, in the dead wreckage, a ray of thick liquid slowly flowed out, gradually condensing into an illusory shadow.

Like a moth struggling out of a cocoon, it wriggled, greedily sucked the blood from the ground, wriggled indefinitely, swallowed the corpses on the ground one by one, and hissed in pain.

"All blame ... you ..."

Wailed like a cry from his throat, sharp and high-pitched: "It's all blame ... you ... dead ... we ... will all die ..."

The gluttonous seed planted in this body since the beginning of baptism finally germinated in death, and the border heterogeneity composed of the source material came out of death with the host's last hatred.

Just like what the Lord once said to Wang Hai.

The last mercy of the Holy Spirit comes here.

Even a miracle from the abyss will never bring happiness and tranquility.

"Hate ... I ... hate ..."

The **** tears shed on the distorted face resembling Wang Hai, the shadow crawled on the ground, wailing like a deformed hound, rolling in pain.

Until the end, a small button was found in the crack.

"found it……"

It licked the button that fell on the cuff of the teenager, and screamed with joy and mania: "found ... found ... found ... found you !!!"

In a flash, the shadow boiled, swallowed the button, wriggled ecstatically, drilled through a series of fine cracks, and returned to the earth.

Couldn't see a scene of a shadow passing over the ground at all.

After getting rid of the shackles of matter, it was already extremely fast that the naked eye could not discern.

Jumped straight across the sleeping city, constantly circumventing all kinds of obstacles, and did not care about the people who passed by, and rushed straight towards the direction of the stone pall.

Finally, he walked through the dark forest and stopped outside the iron gate.

Moonlight reflected, the shadow on the ground twirled hungry and continually rammed forward, but he couldn't wear the iron gate big enough for the wild cat to come and go freely.

Until the end, he jumped hard, drilled into the gap in the wall, jumped into the grassy courtyard, crawled hungrily towards Shang Huai Shi's lock.

Slammed, as if there was a sound of blisters bursting.

It was shot off.

Reflected in the broken window on the side of the main building, the pale face and the twisted flesh.

It was like seven or eight people's organs were randomly put together, several hands and feet were twisted randomly, the huge mouth of the abdomen kept opening and closing, dripping blood like saliva.

Also reflected the figure in front of it.

In the dirty glass, I can only see a thin and tall figure.

Vaguely distinguished it from the scarred dress, the meticulous bow tie and the monocle on the bridge of the nose.

But at this moment, as if the guards on the road saw the thief who wanted to turn over the wall, the emptiness in the face of nothingness was unmistakable anger.

Lips open and silent warning.

Get out!

The completely out of control eroded body hissed, waving his limbs indiscriminately, pressing forward step by step. So, the figure raised his left hand.

Five fingers close slowly.

Silently, the invisible force closed towards the center, as if the iron wall collided, squeezing that ghost thing into a rotten sauce.

Immediately afterwards, the rotten sauce spontaneously ignited without fire, leaving only a ray of black smoke disappearing into the air.

The button that fell on the ground was carefully picked up. After washing it in front of the water pipe, it was repeatedly wiped clean with the old towel by the figure and put into a box in the backyard utility room.

Place it preciously with a few dirty toys, two broken certificates and old photos of babies.

The box is closed.

The figure slightly nodded toward the crow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then, it disappeared silently.

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In the silent room, the four-handed naga sat in front of the mirror and wiped the blood from the wound quietly. After cleaning up the withered wound, he took out a knife and scraped away the dead carrion.

Until the cruel bones below.

He bent down and opened the box on the ground. After hesitating, he took out a fiery red potion from it. After opening the seal, he bit his teeth and poured the solution like boiling metal on the wound.

In the murmured sound, the Naga cramped violently, groaned dullly, and the long tail twitched, almost disintegrating the whole bathroom.

Until the end, the metal solution was finally shaped from the bones, fused with flesh and blood, like a new texture, without dividing each other.

Apart from the tragic notch on the scales, no other scars could be seen.

He was relieved as if collapsed, lifting the sacred mark, so the burly snake in the mirror slowly contracted, and even the two extra arms retracted into the shoulder blades.

The man named Why Luo gasped sweatingly and looked at himself in the mirror. For a long time, he splashed his face with cold water and finally stepped back two steps, slumped on the chair, his face pale.

It took a long time before he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Boss." He said, "I may have screwed up."

"Did you miss it?"

"No, everyone who knows is dead, but when he died, he met two sublimators, who didn't know where they were."

Qi Wen on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time and sighed regretfully:

"Then you can only use alternative methods ..."

The phone hung up.