Soul Painter

The car is driving on the highway.

Berlin has been left far behind.

Gao Fan looked at the scenery on both sides, the sky was still dark, his face was reflected on the car window, overlapping with the face that resembled Xin Wei over there, like two reflections in the dark lake.

He felt physically weak.

This is the feeling that life is about to leave the body.

It was a kind of bone-destroying cold and emptiness, irreparable, hopeless, and the only remaining tail of life was slipping into the abyss.

Maybe he has less time left than he expected.

"What do you want to know?" Gao Fan asked softly.

"Everything about me." Lu Xinyuan said.

During the few hours when Gao Fan was in a coma, she kept thinking about the whole thing, and suddenly felt that maybe what the psychopaths in the weird 10000F said might be a bit true, which means a terrible fact, she is... Gao Fan created? But how is this possible!

"It's a bit cruel, if you must know..." Gao Fan said.

"No, no, no, I still don't want it..." Lu Xinyuan said, but after being silent for a while, she said again: "Go ahead."

"It's a bit cruel, but considering that you are the one driving the car, if this incident is too exciting for you, then both of us will die, so I have taken part of the risk~" Gao Fan laughed.

Lu Xinyuan gave Gao Fan a blank look. This guy really doesn't look like a great artist, but like a mischievous child, giving people an elusive feeling.

"I have been asked this question before, it is, do you remember... who are your parents?" Gao Fan asked.

The car slammed to the brakes on the highway.

Fortunately, Gao Fan put on his seat belt ahead of time.

After a few minutes.

The car started to start slowly.

And Lu Xinyuan's expression was pale.

"I also had the same reaction at the time. We were all created, but the difference is that you were created by me, and me, who created me?" Gao Fan said.

The night outside the car window was as quiet as a river, flowing and surrounding the two of them.

Except for the occasional passing headlights in the oncoming lane, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the world, telling the greatest mysteries of human civilization.

"There is no doubt that it is the Creator's authority to create life as he pleases. I was able to create you because I paid a huge price.

You probably know that for three years I haven't answered any of the gatekeeper's prayers, because all the resources, all the glory, have been used to create everything about you.

Of course, it's not just you, I created two lives..."

Gao Fan murmured: "But I still underestimated the difficulty of creating life. If I can master this, I will be the creator."

Lu Xinyuan didn't speak, but her knuckles were already turning white as she pressed the steering wheel. If Gao Fan knew how to read his eyes, he should shut up now, otherwise the end of a car overturned on the highway is not far away.

But Gao Fan has never been a person who knows how to shut up.

He continued: "Creating life is a dead end, but by the time I understand this, it is too late. There is no second human civilization for me to harvest again, and there is no second black box waiting for me to fill, so I am stuck. In this ultimate problem, at that time, I could only count on two people, Zhuang Zi and Lin Senhao."

Lu Xinyuan still did not speak.

"Zhuangzi once guided me all the way to the present. I searched for him in all possible places, but there was no result. The butterfly I saw on Zhu Liuli last time was the last message he left me, but I I don't understand what Zhu Liuli can bring me.

Maybe Zhuangzi also miscalculated. After all, when the collection rate of the black box reaches 100%, at 10000F, any gods or demons will be suppressed and mysterious, leaving only ranks, so I can understand Zhuangzi's helplessness.

Therefore, it is not feasible to increase the collection rate of human civilization and create life by achieving greatness. "

Lu Xinyuan glanced at Gao Fan at this moment, as if asking, did you fail?

"It was a year ago, and I knew that I could only count on Lin Senhao, but the interesting thing is that I tried all kinds of methods, but I couldn't find Lin Senhao's soul.

Lin Senhao died normally as a human being. He should have a soul, unless some demon has taken his soul in advance, but there is no such thing. I have searched all the traces left by demons in human civilization, and there is no one. Touched the soul of an old friend of mine.

So I thought, could this be the result of 'disenchantment', so I thought again, what exactly is 'disenchantment'? If, as bad medicine told me, the mystery stripped from a person is conscious, the only underlying rule of the world that can be dominated by human beings...

Then, it is like a dragonfly skimming over the lake of life, the tail touches the water surface, and the circle of ripples left behind, although faint, is very real, very real, and is real in the Creator's system... ..."

"It's not like me, false and ugly?" Lu Xinyuan said, this is the Lord of R'lyeh's evaluation of her.

"Your appearance is not fake, it's just that my creation method is ugly." Gao Fan said.

Heh~ Lu Xinyuan glanced at Gao Fan again, her eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge.

"This look really looks like her~" Gao Fan was overjoyed, and even coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs. Du Xinyuan ignored him at first, but finally threw a bottle of water over.

Gao Fan drank a few sips of water, drank half of it, sprinkled half, and was very weak like a dying patient.

Just treat him as a lunatic... Lu Xinyuan said in her heart, but an inexplicable voice told her that what Gao Fan said was true.

"This is the role of the law of chaos, that is, the law of stranding. Everything is the entanglement of fate. The Creator stipulates every position of every particle in the air every second. This kind of regulation is not 'pre-knowledge. ', but 'fate', so there is no upper limit to the fault tolerance rate, and it can tolerate demons tossing a civilization into a mess..." Gao Fan sighed.

"All demons are pawns on the Creator's chessboard, actors on the stage, responsible for performing wonderful plays for our 'father', do you know? The Creator does not only have one dream, He has countless dreams at the same time, countless This dream is going on in different dimensions and time nodes, so Gao Zhengdao didn't lie to me, the ultimate goal of every demon is to 'transcend'.

Go beyond this dream.

Awaken the Creator.

end everything.

Or turn everything on. "

Gao Fan's weak voice, accompanied by the dark journey, stimulated Lu Xinyuan's nerves. She wanted to crash the car into the guardrail several times, but it was like the illusion of jumping off a building when standing on a tall building and looking down. , It was all imagination, and in the end, she drove the car safely to Provence.

At this time, the sky was already bright.

Lu Xinyuan witnessed a miracle.