Psychics don't die from gunfire

——What is "rebirth"?

——Why is it "rebirth"?

——Why is it "rebirth", why is it me who is "reborn"?

Ask yourself, in the two years since rebirth, Song Shi has thought about it many times, but most of the time there is no follow-up.

After all, when he was in Palose and in the City of Casting Light, he had a lot of things to do and had no time to take care of it. Moreover, the most critical point is the restoration of [psychic power].

If [psychic power] is not strong enough, then even if there are millions of ideas in the mind, there is absolutely no possibility of turning them into reality.

Until this moment.

Song Shi slowly opened his five fingers, and the red-gold flame quietly bloomed. As his mind flowed between his fingers, a young face was reflected in the rising flames.

The third ring · [Control].

After re-climbing to the third ring, even if his power is far from being "strong", he can still do the minimum "self-protection".

So, these questions in his heart rose again, trying to find the answer.

Because of talent?

There is no need to be modest. Song Shi knows very well that his talent is unparalleled. Even if he looks at the entire corporate alliance, only a few people like Chakolo can compare with him.

Even if he is a psychic of the fifth ring, these unquestionable "strong men" who are extremely powerful and dominate the whole area, he has the confidence to be on par with them, or even better than them, and climb towards the [God's Throne] and above the [God's Throne].

The Vanpusta Empire has devoted all its efforts to cultivate the most terrifying psychic of this generation, "Holy Judge", Renata Clemens. When he confronted her, his life and death were only a 50-50 difference.

Yes, his talent is very strong, so strong that it is incredible.

However, just relying on "talent", he can get a rebirth, this opportunity is more incredible than incredible?

Moreover, when Renata finally crushed him with one blow, he also destroyed everything she had, and both sides died together.

Since he has lived a new life, what about the other party? Is Renata, that woman, now climbing up the empire again, looking forward to the day when he will find her or she will find him?

Song Shi did not know the answer.

He even thought about going to the [Silent Society] to find the one who proved the throne of God with [Revelation], to verify and explore the reason.

But in the end, Song Shi gave up this idea.

——Put your hope on [Revelation]?

That's too boring.

"Huh"

The yard was quiet.

Linjiang City Third Welfare House was established in the fourth year after the Seven Lands War. At that time, the war was indeed over, but the remaining scars still deeply affected this place, bringing a large number of war orphans.

The Third Welfare House prospered for a while, but as the Seven Lands War became more and more distant, the number of orphans continued to decline, and the funding for the Third Welfare House continued to decline, and it quickly declined.

Song Shi looked around.

There was an undisguised nostalgia in his eyes.

He was familiar with every corner of the yard. The banyan tree in the middle of the yard, facing the direction of the dormitory building, would be the most comfortable to lie on, and the exposed tree roots would not scratch people. In the corner over there, in order to grab the control of the TV, he challenged someone there and successfully twisted the other person's nose. A little further back, on the edge of the pond without water, the third red brick was loose, and if you knew the trick, you could pry it open and hide some small things.

In order to save electricity, the welfare home would turn off the power and lights early, let the children roll into bed, and in the dark, he and others would cover themselves in the quilt and whisper.

At that time, the ultimate dream of many children was to get the prosthetic implant index, install a brain-computer interface and prosthetic eyes for themselves, and be able to surf the Internet anytime and anywhere. It would be best if they could get another prosthetic limb and punch the fat and big-eared face of the dean hard, exploding the other party's gold coins.

The day after he turned fifteen, he was ordered by the dean to pack his luggage and kick out of the welfare home, and from then on he had to be self-reliant.

But this also meant that he had lived here for fifteen years.

Fifteen years?

I don't know when, Song Shi has stopped at the door of a house.

It was midnight, and the child had limited energy and had fallen asleep long ago. With Song Shi's current perception, he could clearly hear the ups and downs of breathing behind the door.

Song Shi stood in front of the door, just listening quietly, without making any other movements.

Listening was enough.

No need to go in.

There was no place for "Song Shi" in this dormitory.

On the lower bunk of the second bed, the bed that originally belonged to him, there was a child lying. Song Shi was not familiar with it, but he had a little impression that it was an orphan who was newly taken in by the welfare home not long before he left.

According to the time point in his previous life, at this time, he had left the welfare home. The welfare home, which adheres to the principle of "never waste, make full use", would of course let new people fill the bed.

This is nothing. The real focus is those tiny traces, the wall paint that was rubbed off when he tossed and turned in the middle of the night, and the scratches on the edge of the bed when he was careless.

These represent the traces of an orphan named "Song Shi" who once lived here. At this moment, Song Shi did not see a single trace.

Song Shi turned and left.

He walked to another room, which was the administrative office of the welfare home.

Pushing the door open casually, without lighting a flame for lighting, Song Shi pried open the cabinets one by one with ease and took out a stack of file bags, which contained both data cards and more primitive storage methods such as paper documents.

Song Shi sat in the armchair and browsed these files in the dark room.

No, no, no.

——There is no "Song Shi" in the list of these documents.

".Ha."

Song Shi put down the documents, looked up at the ceiling: "No?"

When Ai Lu and Lapis Lazuli heard footsteps in the distance, they stopped playing Go and looked over at the same time.

Song Shi's figure emerged from the welfare home and walked towards them.

The environment was still dim, with a few rays of moonlight, and no more light.

But at this moment, in this deep darkness, Ai Lu and Lapis Lazuli's pupils became brighter!

——In their psychic vision, there was a "flame" burning in front of them!

It was unclear whether it was "flame" or "Song Shi", or whether the two had merged into one. Ai Lu and Lapis Lazuli watched, and with every step they took, the red-gold fire rose more and more on the surging and burning outline.

The blazing light bloomed wantonly, and the brilliant flames swept all around, burning away all the darkness.

The silhouette took a step and raised his hand.

"Before this, I also thought about a lot, whether true or false. But what does it matter?"

He clenched his five fingers into a fist, and then extended his index finger, pointing straight to the sky.

"I am still me, I am still me"

He sighed and laughed.

"——Only 'Song Shi'."

Psychic skills, [Heart of Practice].

At this moment, achievement.