From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Um."

Ji Lan took a deep breath and nodded to the girl in the wheelchair.

"Thanks to you, Miss Torina."

"Huh?" The girl tilted her head, with a smile on her pale face. "Why do you say that?"

"You shielded me from the pain and allowed me to calm down and think in a deep dream, so that I could touch the new essence."

Ji Lan smiled slightly and said in a sincere tone.

He recalled that the "neighbor" he met in his dream, the girl Lin Na, was probably the projection of the other party's power, which made him wake up from the state of "self-deception".

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to realize the path of "playing himself". "Beautiful" is just a tool. It will not automatically deduce. He still needs to decide how to use it.

Therefore, Miss Torina's help is very crucial.

Jilan is a person who knows how to be grateful. He will remember the other person in his heart when he helped him.

"Thank you." He took off his hat and bowed slightly to the girl in the wheelchair.

Torina chuckled.

The smile on her face was very cute, with an indescribable purity and innocence like a child.

"It's all your own efforts. What I can do is actually very limited."

The girl spoke and shook her head.

"Like I said. Those who can face their own suffering will eventually be reborn...Mr. Gillan, you can go out of your own way and look at the past and present. You are a very remarkable person."

Ji Lan was startled.

"Are there people like me who don't follow the path of Twelve Sichen?"

"Of course." Torina nodded. "Si Chen did not exist from the beginning. Before they appeared, there was only one original Si Chen, and that was the 'Noon Dawn' in July."

"Omer held the torch and illuminated the future for mankind, leaving behind the 'Road of the Fire Sword'... Later, those who ascended passed the truth of the 'Road of the Fire Sword', constantly groping, and created each one like The originality like street lights and beacons has slowly led to new and different roads.”

"The path of the Twelve Stars, adhering to the triple spiral and the four major symbols, is a perfect and reliable path to reach the 10th level of the 'Crown'."

"But it's not the only way."

Torina smoothed her hair and put her hands lightly on her skirt. He continued:

"If you can explore a new essence within the truth of the 'Path of the Fire Sword', you can still theoretically reach the highest level step by step... But there is an important prerequisite, and that is the end of the spiral path you are taking. The seat is vacant.”

"Si Chen is the only one, this is the truth."

“The apostles were crowned in number four.”

She looked at Jilan and sighed:

"So, before Twelve Sichen came to the throne, there were many seekers. But until today, there are no such people..."

"So that's it." Jilan thought thoughtfully.

The scene was quiet for a while.

The girl in the wheelchair looked up and asked curiously:

"Sir, can you tell me your path?"

"My path..."

Gilan murmured and thought about it.

As a time traveler, he came to this different world and just wanted to live well and experience a beautiful new life.

At the same time, because of his love for games in his previous life, he wanted to be like a player, doing whatever he wanted and being free.

So, Ji Lan smiled and said:

"It's called the 'Player' pathway."

"Player?" Torina looked very interested and asked like a curious baby: "A 'player' in a board game?"

Jilan smiled and shook his head.

"It's not really...it originated from a game art in my hometown, and the people who participate in the experience are called 'players'."

Torina nodded in understanding.

She asked again:

"Then what is the name of Sir's second-level essence?"

Ji Lan smiled and said:

"Anchor."

"Anchor?" The girl was confused.

"This is a small group of 'players' who will show their participation in game art to the audience, so that everyone can experience the fun and excitement together."

Gilan tried his best to explain in words that the other party could understand.

Torina mused.

"I think I understand...'Anchors' and 'actors' are actually similar, except that 'actors' are playing others, while 'anchors' are playing themselves, playing another self."

She smiled again, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"When you become the 'anchor', you can use the power of this essence to absolutely suppress the crazy 'self'... What an amazing ingenuity."

"The 'player' path is born out of the 'director' path. On this path of the Crucible Sword, you will definitely be able to find your own future, Mr. Gillan."

Gillan nodded and put on his hat.

"Miss Torina, thank you again for your help. Next, I need to return to the spiritual kingdom to rekindle the brand, and by the way, completely deal with the problem of 'self'."

"Go." The girl in the wheelchair put her hands together and said with a smile. "Good luck, sir."

"You are always welcome to come to Castle Black when you have time."

"Okay." Jilan pinched the brim of his hat and lowered his head to signal.

"By the way." At this time, Torina thought of something again and added: "Sir, if you encounter troubles that are difficult to solve in the world, you can try to use the 'letter comb' to summon the messenger. It may be able to help you. "

Ji Lan was startled and then thanked him.

The black-cloaked priest behind the girl in the wheelchair raised his hand, and saw his charred fingers spread out, and black smoke billowed out, instantly enveloping Gilan in it.

Whoosh! !

Just a blink of an eye.

Ji Lan felt dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had landed on the island of his soul again.

At this moment.

The heavy rain has long since stopped.

The cross sword bonfire that had been almost extinguished ignited a weak flame again.

The figures of the stork, oystercatcher and seagull surrounded the campfire, showing a vague outline, but fortunately they did not disappear completely.

They harbor uneasiness and seem to be quietly waiting for their end.

Seeing this, Ji Lan stepped forward quickly.

He came to the bonfire and without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and held it on the hilt of the cross sword.

Bear! !

The kingdom's brand, the cross sword bonfire rose into flames, the fire expanded, and its blazing light was far beyond what it had been before.

In an instant, the figures of Mr. Stork and the three men became clear under the bright firelight, and they were extremely real.

"Snowy Owl!"

The seagull stood up and pounced into Gillan's arms.

"Don't worry...the problem of the bonfire has been completely solved. You all don't have to worry about it suddenly dying out one day."

Gilan patted the seagull on the back and comforted him.

The short-haired girl looked up and smiled at him in surprise.

"It really scared us to death just now..."

Seagull said with lingering fear.

Storks and oystercatchers stepped forward, caressed their breasts and saluted Gilan solemnly.

"Thank you, Snowy Owl."

"We are all our own people, so we should help each other."

Gillan said something he hadn't heard for a long time.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.