Help! This savior is too stupid!

"No chance of winning."

Jiang Bai only said four words in the end, and he didn't know whether he was talking about himself or Emperor Kongtian.

Hearing this, Shan Qingyi couldn't help but ask,

"Are you really sick?"

"You just knew?"

Jiang Bai has told Shan Qingyi many times that he is sick, why doesn't this girl believe him?

Jiang Bai has never doubted whether Shan Qingyi is blind.

She is so blind.

"All right..."

Shan Qingyi thought for a while and added,

"If it doesn't affect you whether I'm blind or not, then wouldn't I be blind in vain?"

"Talk nonsense because the painter is blind."

Jiang Bai analyzed,

"The painter took great pains to come up with this plan, and he must have worked hard, even dividing it into nine parts.

I suspect that some of the painters are blind.

However, his purpose may not be as simple as it seems..."

Using a blind man to gain Jiang Bai's trust may sound fine at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, it's full of loopholes.

What if Jiang Bai's illness becomes even more serious, regardless of whether he is blind or not, he still suspects it?

Moreover, isn't Jiang Bai's current condition that he is seriously ill?

"Then there's only one possibility left."

Jiang Bai expressed his conjecture,

"You, and all the blind men created by the painter, his real purpose is not to gain my trust, but for other reasons.

This other reason should be related to strength. "

"Of course it has something to do with strength..."

Behind Jiang Bai, a faint voice came out.

The pale Mr. Fu didn't know what he had gone through, but his attitude at this moment was obviously more cooperative.

"Only a blind man can cross that barrier and become a true insect-level..."

Shan Qingyi was startled by the guy who suddenly appeared.

"What the hell?"

Mr. Fu answered truthfully,

"The painter's ghost."

"Dead again?"

Shan Qingyi counted on her fingers,

"One died at the Antarctic Research Station, one died at Qinhan Pass, and another one died here..."

"Two died here, and there is still one life among the gamblers."

Jiang Bai corrected,

"In total, five of the nine painters have died."

Although the painter there is not dead yet, he is not far away from death. He is considered a futures dead person.

As a result, more than half of the nine painters were killed or injured.

And all of this happened in such a short time after Jiang Bai woke up.

Shan Qingyi understood the implication of Jiang Bai's words,

"So, the painter wants to die?"

Mr. Fu nodded,

"right."

Obviously, after their brief time together, Mr. Fu and Jiang Bai knew more about each other.

Even, on this basis, this person and one ghost can cooperate!

"I don't know what will happen after I die, but I know very well that by then, I will definitely no longer exist."

Mr. Fu’s meaning is very simple,

"I have no intention of making a wedding dress for other people's plans. Even if the painter really succeeds and has a chance to change things, if I die, everything will be meaningless."

Therefore, he chose to protect himself and cooperate with Jiang Bai, even if this cooperation would destroy the painter's original plan.

After hearing Mr. Fu's words, Shan Qingyi shook her head,

"wrong."

Shan Qingyi looked at Jiang Bai. Although she didn't say much, from her eyes...

She has a shitty look.

Jiang Bai rolled his eyes,

"I know you want to express that you act based on my eyes, but please pay attention to your identity..."

Shan Qingyi sighed, being blind was not so troublesome when she was alone.

Maybe this is the legendary pig teammate.

She had no choice but to explain patiently,

“If you analyze this matter from a strategic perspective, you will fall into the embarrassing situation of infinite matryoshka dolls.

Mr. Fu wanted to protect himself, even to the point of betraying himself. What he did may have been expected by the artist, and it was part of the plan.

In this way, the painter predicted Mr. Fu's prediction, we then predicted the painter's prediction, and the painter predicted us..."

If you continue to twist and turn like this, no matter how simple something is, it will become a mess and extremely complicated.

As for Jiang Bai and others, it will become extremely complicated if they want to peel off the cocoons and smooth out their thoughts.

Why doesn't Jiang Bai have Shan Qingyi's concerns?

Jiang Bai himself was ill and his thoughts were more complicated than Shan Qingyi's.

"So, in your opinion?"

"Cut the knot with a sharp knife."

Shan Qingyi said bluntly,

"He plans his plan and we do ours. We don't have to worry about his dirty deeds. We just need to do our own thing and become stronger as soon as possible.

No matter how grand the painter's plan is, even if he succeeds, as long as we are strong enough, we can crush him head-on! "

Jiang Bai nodded slightly.

Makes sense.

Shan Qingyi's method uses force to break the situation, but it also saves worry and effort.

No matter how far you come, I will only go all the way.

Shan Qingyi is more concerned about another issue at the moment.

"You said before that we blind people are related to strength. What do you mean?"

This matter is related to Shan Qingyi being plotted against her. She has been plotted before she was born. The painter is her mortal enemy in this life, so she is naturally more concerned about it.

"This matter is related to the biggest disaster of the fourth mysterious tide..."

"What disaster?"

Upon hearing this question, Mr. Fu glanced at Jiang Bai and said meaningfully,

"A few days ago, the battle of Qin-Han Pass was called the Night of God's Fall by some people.

The death of more than ten false gods was considered extremely tragic and the biggest event in the past twelve years.

But those who really knew the truth were dismissive of such statements. More than ten false gods died in one night. In the biggest disaster of the fourth tide, the number of false gods that fell every day exceeded this number. Every day, there were insect-level deaths..."

"When a false god falls, a meteor will streak across the sky."

"When a real insect-level dies, the world cries for it!"

"That disaster took away almost all the insect-level powerhouses in the world. Even if someone survived by chance, they would not live long..."

Listening to Mr. Fu's description, Shan Qingyi became more and more confused.

"What does this have to do with Jiang Bai?"

"What does it have to do with? Hahahaha... What does it have to do with..."

Mr. Fu suddenly laughed a series of times, as if he heard I saw a huge joke.

"The source of that disaster was Han Chan!"

Mr. Fu screamed hysterically,

"He killed all the insects! Maybe he didn't kill them himself, but he killed them all!"

"Shan Qingyi, don't you understand? Yes, I'm crazy, but this guy is crazier than me!

What I did is not as good as his shoes! Just because of a little doubt, just because of that look, he killed all the insects! All!"

"I know he is not dead, he will not die."

"I know he will come back, no matter what form he returns, he will never allow any insect to be related to that look, and he will do what he did again! He will kill everyone, all the insects!"

"Shan Qingyi, don't you understand?"

"Your congenital blindness is not a curse at all, but a gift to you!"

"A safe ticket to the insect level!"