Your knowledge is too taboo

Although he was pointed in the wrong direction, Colin's father still maintained his apparent calmness: "... Brat, it's just that my eyesight has declined recently."

After a moment of silence, his father raised his head and glanced in the direction Colin pointed.

"I can feel it."

The already aging father whispered: "I can feel the rotten smell on those people. I can confirm that they are those guys."

what?

Colin couldn't understand the meaning of his father's words.

He just pulled his father's collar anxiously: "What are you still talking about?! Haven't you seen it yet? They are really cruel and intend to kill you! They really plan to kill you. If it weren't for my luck, Okay, you are really dead!"

"And I can see that those guys are all high-sequence! Because they discovered me before me, and they have such precise long-distance attack methods... We can't compete with them, it's impossible!"

He was really in a hurry.

Because he didn't know why his father was so calm, even to the point of being... indifferent, Colin's words were filled with a little anger.

However, my father just smiled.

He rubbed Colin's head: "I know, they, or those guys, are like this."

"They are executioners, lunatics, and the filthiest hyenas in the world. To them, ordinary people like us are probably nothing. They must either kill or ignore them."

"So, you should leave."

Withdrawing his hand, his father's face put on a smile for the first time: "Let's go quickly. Your brother and your mother are ordinary people, and they need your protection."

"No matter who their target is, I need to stay. You are too weak to fight them. If they really target you, you will be captured and suffer many terrible disasters."

The father said softly: "How could I watch something like this happen? So it should be me who stays, because I know that I can delay them by staying."

As he spoke, he nudged Colin on the back.

Although his father's push seemed weak, it still made Colin stagger.

Under this gentle but unquestionable force, even with the extraordinary Sequence Ten, Colin was forced to stumble into the house.

Then, the door of the house slammed shut, and the chain was tightly wrapped and locked.

"dad?!"

Colin pushed the door hard, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, the door would not move at all, as if a welding wire was in place.

Father's voice came from outside: "Go to the basement, where there is a path leading to the outside of the village. And..."

After a pause, his father said: "Don't forget to take away that cabinet, especially that photo. That is our...last hope."

After saying this.

Colin heard the sound of his father slowly raising his legs and stepping forward.

Only his mother and brother were left looking at him nervously, not knowing what was happening.

Only Colin was left, his eyes as dim as the flickering candlelight.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth.

"You have to hold on!"

He directly hugged his younger brother: "I will find a way, you must hold on! I will be back, I will definitely be back!"

At this moment, Colin's mind was very clear.

Snowy mountains!

Only the "Lord of Truth" on the snow-capped mountains can help him get out of his current predicament!

You just need to give something more, whether it's your soul or something else, you just need to pay the price...

No matter how huge the price is, he will give everything he can!

This is the only spark of hope left in his heart now.

Even though I know that this flame may be extremely weak, but other than that...

There is nothing he can do!

Holding his brother in his arms, Colin rushed into the basement with his bewildered mother.

Only my father was left outside, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Hold on? It's not that easy..."

He sat on the fence of his house, stretched out his hand, picked up the pitchfork that he had used countless times, and waved it out of thin air.

The weight of the pitchfork is reassuring.

After all, he basically spent the first half of his life with these farm tools, and the calluses on his hands were also caused by them.

And after that.

Probably I can no longer touch this familiar rough feel.

His fingers kept rubbing, and he lowered his head and stared blankly at the muddy yellow land in front of him.

And a few minutes later.

The sound of a row of neat footsteps came from a distance.

Colin's father raised his head and saw the appearance of those guys at first glance.

Wearing a pure white mask and black clothes, with a pale sun-like pattern embroidered on the collar, his whole body exudes that unique putrid smell.

Yes, that's them.

Colin's father took a deep breath: "You are still here, Dawn."

Hear this.

The first of those dressed in black raised his hand.

Then everyone stopped in place at the same time.

The leading man in black looked at Colin's father, his snake-like eyes full of scrutiny.

After a long while, he slowly spoke with a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"

As he said that, he shook his head again: "Forget it, it doesn't matter who you are. Since you are a villager under the snow-capped mountains, then tell me - who has been to that snow-capped mountains in the recent period?"

Hear this.

Colin's father's expression was a little strange for a moment.

Unexpectedly, they really weren't looking for him, but some "visitor from the snowy mountains".

Does this count as being...arrogant?

"But it's optional."

After patting the dirt on his body, Colin's father stood up and said, "No matter who you find, the final result will not change. I'm afraid everyone in our village will be wiped out by you."

"After all, we are under the snow-capped mountains. If you want to find people who have been to the snow-capped mountains, you will definitely not let us go. You have always been like this, whether it is a hundred years ago or now."

Hearing this, the man in black raised his eyebrows.

"...Looks like you know more than I thought."

He said hoarsely: "I am somewhat interested in you. Tell me, who are you? If you can give me an interesting answer, then I promise to be gentler when I do it."

Listening to the words of the man in black, Colin's father sneered.

"Do you still remember those three people a hundred years ago?"

Hear this.

The man in black paused slightly.

The next second, everyone around him subconsciously looked at him.

Because at this moment, the power of pollution in him...

It is expanding rapidly in an unprecedented manner. Like dark mud, it spreads out like a wave!

Even Colin, who was far away in the tunnel, felt this huge pollution.

At this moment, Colin was extremely horrified: "Such horrific pollution..."

A conservative estimate is that they are all sequence six and up!

Such a high-sequence expert, even if he only releases the energy in his body, can produce the distorting effect of forbidden pollution!

Reach out.

The man in black pointed at Colin's father in the distance.

For the first time, there was some nervousness in his tone: "Who are you? Why did you say a hundred years ago? Are you the person involved? Do you hold that photo?! Who are you in the photo?!"

"Tell me, are you Li or Qi?"

Having said this, the man in black gritted his teeth and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Or are you that...Chen?!"

About this question.

Colin's father just sneered: "No."

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms: "I am the camera back then!"

Look along his hand.

The man in black immediately saw it on Colin's father's wrist.

A blade hidden under the skin is rising and protruding little by little, as if a smooth blade is coming out of its sheath, shining with a sharp edge in the air.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the man in black's pupils shrank slightly: "You are the... experimental subject of the 'forbidden object human experiment'!"

Stand opposite him.

Colin's father was noncommittal.

"There are three more 'films' left. I used one when I was with that brat, and now I'm using another one."

He said softly: "Although it may not be possible to solve this guy, at least it will delay time..."

Definitely enough!

This is what I am thinking about.

The long black knife quietly appeared in his hand, his fingers clenched tightly and his joints exerted force.

This feeling was just like the pitchfork he once held, familiar and reassuring!

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