The Righteous Player(s)

Righteous God is... the pillar of the world?

The moment Annan heard this statement, a cold current surged from the back of his head, and a deep buzzing sound suddenly sounded deep in his mind——

At that moment, Annan had many hallucinations.

It's like hearing someone behind me whispering words that I don't understand, and a rustling voice comes from my ear;

As if seeing a stranger silently looking at me in a space covered with flying dust, my heart suddenly felt cold;

It seems that there are many people around who are constantly smoking, so that the air is full of almost substantial smoke that can't even open the eyes, making Annan feel that his throat is too dry to breathe, and he keeps coughing:

"Cough, cough—"

……what is this?

In Annan's eyes, the figures of Zhi Ji and Alexander suddenly began to blur.

As Annan coughed, a lot of smoke, dust, and haze continued to surface around him. They were enough to cover all the air in Annan's body, and everything around him turned gray.

At this time Annan had already realized that he should have triggered a certain condition and then fell into an illusion somewhere-

As soon as the surrounding smoke and dust dissipated, Annan peered into the fog with all his might.

A few fragments of memory flashed before his eyes:

A white-haired woman who looked somewhat similar to Zhiji, but was taller and taller, with a majestic face and a stern temperament, appeared in front of Annan:

"—Annan. Anna."

She uttered a dragon language, her voice low and complicated: "Is this the name you gave yourself?

"I agreed. From your father, I will speak for you."

Next, is the second memory:

"——Your luck is okay."

She looked about twelve or thirteen years old. The little blond girl was playing with dice, her eyes smiling like a crescent moon: "At least this year..."

"...Next year? Hmm...you don't have to say next year."

"——I am already the eighth day, and you will be the seventh day."

The sixteen-year-old boy with white hair and white skin in a white robe shone with colorful rainbows in his eyes, with a gentle smile and clear voice: "Crane, don't let us wait too long."

"—Frostborn."

The black-haired blacksmith with muscular knots and naked upper body made up for the scars, and every scar was shining like a lava, and he knew he was a bad-spoken man at first glance.

He looked at the blueprint in his hand and frowned: "It's really weird. The Frostborn would look for something new. Can your heart still be frosted?

"Nothing. It's called an internal combustion engine, right. It's not the heat of transpiration, but the fierce fire of explosion. I remembered it. Good idea. I'll give it a try."

"—Nice story. You call it Hamlet, right?"

The old man with a hooked nose and deep-eyed arrogant expression put down the manuscript, tapped the armrest rhythmically with one hand, and looked over with a smile: "But it shouldn't be made by you. My product came out. These stories don't belong to you. .

"Don't reproduce other people's stories, child. Why don't you tell me about your life in another world... That's your own story."

"--I can feel it."

The beautiful women with long blood-colored hair draped on the ground and in the heavy and plain blood-colored pope robe showed a compassionate, devilish, and maternal gentle smile, holding the blood-filled gold cup in both hands and placed it in front of the lower abdomen.

And she was sitting on her knees in front of Annan, letting Annan put her head on her chest, looking straight down at the **** face in the Holy Grail in front of her abdomen. She lowered her eyes gently, touched Annan's neck with her warm neck, and chanted in a low voice, "What you crave is the light of flawlessness. You crave the fire of justice."

"You will use light as your blood and fire as your heart... the pillar of the crown block."

Under the woman, the long hair and robe that touched the ground turned into dark red blood. Behind her was dragging a carpet of blood from the other end straight to the place.

"—Is this your choice, Annan?"

With silver hair and purple pupils and a beautiful face, a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old looked over with some anxiety: "The road to justice? You don't need to listen to the cup-holder.

"'The Heart of Righteousness' is the most critical sacred bone. With all due respect, it certainly doesn't look down on your character... Why don't you try'Perseverance' or'Patience'?"

The girl was sitting in the arms of a dark-haired woman four or five years older than she looked. The black-haired woman's eyes were wrapped in black cloth, but the silver-haired girl with her arms tightly looped around her, letting her sit on her lap, her lips tightly closed and she said nothing.

But inexplicably, Annan always felt that she was talking silently.

But when Annan tried to listen, he suddenly realized that it was just a dream.

Then, Annan vaguely heard something.

"...Annan? Annan?"

He heard Zhiji's anxious shouts.

He was suddenly awakened from his dream.

At this time, Annan realized that he was lying prone at the table, and Zhiji was concerned and nervous, hugged Annan's shoulder from behind, and stretched out a hand to pad Annan's forehead.

She felt that Annan was awake for the first time, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"……what happened to you?"

Zhi Ji helped Annan sit up, and asked Annan: "You have triggered some kind of ritual...I saw the trace of the silent lady, so I didn't dare to interrupt."

"Not interrupting is... correct... true..."

Annan felt a little hoarse in his voice.

The more he speaks, the more he feels unable to speak. He opened his mouth clearly, but couldn't say anything.

But at this moment, Zhi Ji suddenly reacted.

"Wait, I see... Annan, don't rush to speak."

She comforted Annan a bit, and while patted Annan on the back, she looked at Alexander and asked; "Is there a glass container? Pure glass, water cups and ashtrays are also fine. It's better to be larger."

"Ah... wait a minute."

Alexander nodded, turned and walked into the back room.

This man with a fierce face, but with a sense of security, quickly took out a fish tank with a few drops of water left in the house.

I don't know where the fish inside went.

"Does it need to be wiped clean? Is this big enough?"

He asked Zhiji.

Zhi Ji shook her head, and looked at the fish tank slightly hesitantly: "It's a bit too big...but it's okay."

She put the fish tank on the table, asked Annan to stand up, put her hand on the fish tank, and put her wrist under the sun.

"Remember not to speak for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I won't let you speak, so don't say a word."

After warning Annan, Zhiji gently stroked Annan's slender and white wrist with her nails, while chanting in a low voice: "Things of silence come in this urn...The blood of forgetfulness comes in this urn."

Blood poured out from Annan's wrist in an instant.

But it was not red blood, nor was it dark red.

It is a gray-black paste that is as thick as ink. As soon as it appeared, it seemed to be escaping from the sun, flowing quickly through the skin and falling from the fingertips.

It didn't leave any traces on Annan's skin, or even caused his skin to become discolored.

Looking at this thing, Annan instantly thought of the black sesame glutinous rice **** filling, and then thought of the prepared black sesame paste...

"This is ‘Ointment of the Silent’."

Zhiji explained to the curious Annan: "It is also called'Blood of Forgotten', and it is a high-level curse material."