Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Su Zhou had a very long dream.

In the silent nothingness, there are black and white lights flashing, countless thoughts and possibilities intertwined, turning the monotonous light and dark changes into raging flames, one after another like real illusion fragments from the black Rising from the flames, it bloomed with blazing light.

In an instant, he turned into an ordinary office worker with neither extraordinary strength nor great ambitions, and he had no strength to think about other ideas except for the boss who kept making him work overtime in his heart.

But one night, when the man was walking through the alley, he heard the cries of a girl struggling, and the heavy and excited panting of a drunk.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he walked into the alley almost instinctively... Then there was the siren.

Of course, it takes a lot of money to beat a drunk who intends to rape, and even loses his job because of the other party's relatives making trouble at the company gate, and the parents of the girl who was attacked are unwilling to let people testify in court for the sake of reputation... But he himself is actually pretty cool, especially the feeling of hitting a brick, it's super strong!

Anyway, he has no money, so he won't pay. The court also delayed in approving the other party's application for enforcement, and the girl who was attacked also hid her parents' knowledge and found herself to thank her in private, saying, "I will definitely repay you."

Hi, what's the matter.

Because he couldn't see the crying of innocent people, it has nothing to do with whether he has strength or repayment.

Immediately afterwards, Su Zhou felt as if he had become an assassin again. Holding a long sword, he walked in the market without any disguise, walking towards a magnificent mansion.

There are a lot of guards in this mansion, but he climbed the steps, rushed straight in, and killed an old man who was heavily guarded and looked shocked. He killed dozens of guards, and was seriously injured in the end. Self-destroyed face, gouged out eyes, cut open chest and abdomen and died.

The feeling of death has not yet dissipated, and when Su Zhou, who had not waited to kill, was enjoying himself, he figured out why he wanted to commit suicide. He suddenly turned into a huge monster again, and fought with a three-headed golden power-generating flying dragon in the city , You bite me, I bite you, you spit out gravitational light waves, I spit out atomic breath, the fight was very enjoyable-but this kind of fight, which is so straightforward and straightforward, also came to an end soon.

Light and shadow flow, countless possibilities and futures are turning.

One moment, he might be a rebel leading a rebel army against the imperial court, and the next moment, he is a fierce general who saves the society in a precarious situation.

He is not only a mystic scholar who was tied to the stake and burned to death, preaching heresy, but also an inquisitor of the Holy See who, for the sake of justice, turned into ashes a nobleman who conducted black magic experiments and tortured and killed dozens of children.

In this way, reincarnation again and again, time and again to fulfill the belief, using the despicable means of justice, the method of light and darkness; whether it is conspiracy, or majestic righteousness; A lone shooter who is happy to shoot the enemy...

He always makes the same choice.

—— Opposite the weak, always stand opposite the strong ——

And he will always stand in front of the weak.

Sometimes it's to protect the back, sometimes it's just to face the front, and even, sometimes, it's just to 'resist' and 'resist' for the sake of 'resisting', it's just like a big bar .

But the position remains the same.

Even in the illusion, he is just a poor and weak citizen, a scholar with no power to restrain a chicken, but he always chooses to stand up and let out a cry from the bottom of his heart when everyone is silent.

"I am against all this stagnation!"

It sounds stupid and crazy.

But again, both firm and heroic.

Until the end, all sparks dissipate, all illusions disappear.

And he became a naked man, standing in front of a fruit tree in the endless light.

There is a snake hovering on the branch, its tail is stretched and rolled, and it plucks a fruit from the sacred tree.

This fruit is bright, as if it was born from the overlapping of endless brilliance, and contains the phantoms of countless worlds. The ancient snake looked at him, then smiled, and handed the fruit wrapped around its tail forward.

"Eat, man, this is the fruit of wisdom, and also the fruit of resistance."

The ancient snake said with a smile, indescribably frivolous and tempting: "Eat it, you will be able to tell right from wrong, distinguish good from evil, make changes and question the 'truth' and 'Tao' that have always been like this, and have your own food. will, a 'world' of its own."

"You will take a similar but different path to the God who created you—this is not only the initial struggle, but also the essence of 'human wisdom'."

And he raised his hand.

Then Su Zhou woke up with a dazed expression on his face.

"What mess?"

He got up, rubbed his eyes, and after stretching, Su Zhou felt refreshed and comfortable.

And in my memory, there is still a faint remnant of the scene of turning into a big monster and fighting indiscriminately in the city-that feeling is really amazing!

But I really can’t remember the rest. It’s better to say that Su Zhou seldom dreams. He usually only sleeps for five hours a day. When he sticks to the pillow, he falls into a deep sleep. A little more sleep, but not much, because he had already developed the habit.

"Let me see... what the fuck, it's eleven o'clock?!"

Su Zhou raised his head, looked at the clock directly opposite his bed, and was startled: "I went home at about ten o'clock in the morning yesterday, and took a shower and tested my ability for more than half an hour, so I went to bed after eleven o'clock. .”

A little unbelieving, he didn't know where to grab his mobile phone, and looked at the date - July 25, Friday, 11:18 am.

"Did I really sleep for twenty-four hours?!"

This sleep, it can be said that Su Zhou usually sleeps for a week - he also saw several missed calls and WeChat and Penguin messages on his mobile phone, some from Shao Qiming, some from his parents, and a few others. A schoolmate and a sand sculpture netizen.

Shao Qiming's message was basically that the phone was not connected, and he guessed that he should be busy, so if he had time, he would call him and find a time to get together.

Mom and Dad's message was extremely simple: I can't come back from working overtime, so let Su Zhou take care of himself and review his homework well.

A few other students and netizens probably knew that Su Zhou and Shao Qiming went to Shan country for tourism. They recently heard about the news of Shan country, so they left a message to ask if they have any first-hand news-the gossip party is everywhere .

"Your dad and I were there, but what happened? (What can you do to me? jpg)"

It took Su Zhou a few minutes to reply one by one, and sent a panda head emoji to the sand sculpture netizens, whetted their appetite but he just didn't tell the truth—after all, he signed a non-disclosure agreement.

However, after putting down the phone with a relaxed face, Su Zhou suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his stomach, gold stars appeared rarely before his eyes, and his hands and feet became even weaker.

"If I haven't eaten for 24 hours, I'm going to die!"

Among the many requirements for survival, there is no such thing as 'being able to have an empty stomach'!

Enduring the wriggling pain in his stomach, Su Zhou got up quickly and went to the kitchen to get a few pieces of bread. He chewed while eating, intending to find out where Yala was and take him to eat with him.

As a result, he saw at a glance that the snake spirit was nestling in the suitcase in his room, lying on the small bag of fruit tree powder he had collected, and seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

Can you be uncomfortable? The originally long red snake spirit collapsed into a red ball! It looks almost like a slime. ①

"Hey Yara, it's time to wake up."

There was a vague sense of déjà vu, but Su Zhou didn't take it to heart. He walked to the side of the suitcase, trying to wake up the snake spirit.

But when Yala opened her eyes, simple eyes and mouth emerged from a ruby-like ball, showing a very vivid expression of 'reluctance'. It twisted its body, but refused to get out of the bag of wood. The fan moved: "Don't, let me stay here - you have to eat and eat by yourself, all I need is your 'blood offering'."

"...What the hell is this bag of wood powder?"

Scratching his head, Su Zhou was puzzled, he stretched out his hand, and put the whole bag of wood powder together with Yala in the palm of his hand: "You actually valued it so much, and at that time you wanted me to dig up all the wood powder, including the soil collect."

"By the way, there is also that piece of wood. It looks like just ordinary sawdust. Why does it have such a strong purification magic power? I haven't heard any spiritual sound all day. It's rare to sleep so comfortably!"

"Tsk." Yala could see that if she didn't answer Su Zhou's question, she might not be able to rest peacefully, so she could only sigh helplessly, and changed her body from a slime ball into a long snake shape—because It looked too elastic, so Su Zhou couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch and poke it.

Not to mention, it feels a bit like pudding, and its flexibility is similar to that of a decompression ball! It feels very comfortable.

The snake spirit also seemed to feel quite comfortable being poked, it snorted, and then said comfortably: "Sawdust? It is indeed wood chips, but this wood chip is the product of the collapse of the 'Pieces of the True Cross'."

Noticing that Su Zhou stopped his movements and looked at him in astonishment, Yala wagged her tail and smiled lightly, "Yes, that's right, don't be surprised."

"It is the 'True Cross' where the Messiah was tortured."

① You can see the character picture of Yara, but I don't know if it has been reviewed or not.

It's always been like this, right?

Thanks to the white radish soaked in vinegar, Kamifeng Tianyin, the rudder master of the poor monk's big cake for the reward! Ask for a recommendation ticket!