The system is the king of the counterattack master

At the moment before everything was about to turn black, Han Xiaodong saw a figure coming out from the opposite room. It was none other than the little girl who had just entered the room.

In an instant, an extremely strong sense of foreboding rose from the bottom of his heart.

In the haze, Han Xiaodong saw a strange scene.

It was an endless wasteland, the blood-like sun reflected the entire sky red, and black clouds quickly passed over the top of the head, covering the bloody sun in the sky from time to time, making people feel restless.

There were no creatures on the surface, only jagged rocks, and there seemed to be countless eyes staring at him vaguely, which made him feel creepy.

But for some reason, the uninhabited wasteland gave people a feeling of being crowded with people. He didn't know what made him have this illusion, but this feeling was very real, and he was so crowded that he couldn't help it. Some are out of breath.

At the end of the wilderness, there is a high mountain. Because it is too far away, the high mountain looks like a silhouette of a large rice dumpling, which makes people feel strange no matter how you look at it.

Even though there is a long distance away, a sense of oppression like a tilting mountain rushes towards Han Xiaodong like a tide. This strange feeling ignores the gap in distance, as if standing at the foot of a mountain, from bottom to bottom. It's like looking up at the collapsing mountain.

Han Xiaodong is very sure that he is really far away from that mountain, so far that he can not only see the whole picture of that mountain, but even from this distance, he can clearly see that it is like a cloud that suddenly disappears. The sudden peak of the mountain.

This strange scene made Han Xiaodong feel uncomfortable all over, and he instinctively wanted to move his body, only to realize that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.

The heavy oppression and the immobile body made him want to open his mouth and let out a loud cry, but the voice was held in his chest, and he couldn't make it no matter what.

At this time, Han Xiaodong is like a stone, standing in a fixed position, unable to do anything except what is in front of him.

After a while, the sky suddenly changed suddenly, and there were bursts of thunder, as if someone was beating a big drum in the sky.

The torrential rain fell from the sky very quickly, but when the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground overwhelmingly, the scene in front of him made Han Xiaodong's heart seem to stop beating in an instant.

He clearly saw that the torrential rain that fell from the sky did not land on the ground. Before they fell to the ground, they were blocked by something.

It was like hitting an air shield, although he didn't know why he thought of the unfamiliar but familiar word "air shield".However, describing the scene in front of him in this way made him feel very vivid and appropriate.

And these are not the places that frighten him. What is really frightening is the outline of the ground outlined by the rainwater as it pours down from the sky in larger and denser quantities.

It was a figure connected one by one, and judging from their actions, they seemed to be moving quickly in the direction of the mountain.

The horrible and bizarre scene in front of him made him suddenly open his eyes. In front of him, the little girl stared at him expressionlessly.

"What did you see?" The little girl's voice sounded, the voice was eager but indifferent.

Looking at the baby face of the little girl in front of him, and recalling the weird scene just now, comparing the two, the lethality is similar to Han Xiaodong.

He still clearly remembered that before he closed his eyes, he saw the little girl walking out of the room, that is to say, it was very likely that she had drugged him just now.

"What did you drink for me?" Han Xiaodong didn't answer the little girl's words, but asked the little girl instead.

The little girl answered him in a nonchalant tone: "It's nothing, a kind of medicinal herb can make your soul temporarily leave the body and live on other things. If you are lucky, it may help you remember where you came from."

For the little girl's explanation, Han Xiaodong only half believed it. It seemed that this herb could indeed allow him to use the perspective of other things, but the so-called remembering where he came from was probably her nonsense.

Even though he had such a guess in his heart, Han Xiaodong was not stupid enough to poke it face to face. After moving his hands and feet, he found that he was not under control, and then slowly told the scene he saw in his dream.

After listening to what he said, the little girl's complexion suddenly became ugly. She sat opposite Han Xiaodong with a solemn expression, and was in a daze for a while.

After waiting for a full 5 minutes, the little girl finally spoke: "It seems that there is a reason why he sent you here. Well, if you help me, I will help you. If it goes well, we can all get what we want. something you want."

Han Xiaodong looked at the little girl in doubt. He couldn't believe what this guy said now.

"I know what you're thinking, and I can tell you that the reason why you can't remember anything is because your memory was disturbed when you crossed the passage between the two worlds.

All the memories here belong to the undead, and your memories belong to the living, so those memories cannot be awakened here.

If you want to retrieve the memory of the living being, then you must help me regain the position of God, and then I can help you restore the memory. "

Han Xiaodong looked at the little girl in front of him like an idiot, and every word she uttered, to him, was the daily life in the madhouse.

What two worlds, what dead spirits, what gods, these things, in Han Xiaodong's ears, only a lunatic would believe them.

The little girl obviously didn't have a good temper. Seeing that Han Xiaodong didn't believe her, she jumped up from the chair, walked quickly to the bookshelf, took a broken book, and threw it in front of him.

Then, with a voice as suppressed and angry as a little female Tyrannosaurus, he roared ferociously in a low voice: "See for yourself."

In just a split second, Han Xiaodong was overwhelmed by her aura. In such a flash, he even believed the little girl's words.

However, when he opened that "book".The little trust that had just arisen disappeared in an instant.

The words in the book are not in a language he knows, but fortunately there are many illustrations, which he can barely understand. The general meaning is that there is a sacred mountain in this world. There is a fairy on the mountain, and the fairy has a scepter. With divine power, divine power can control the world.

Looking at the cover of this huge and ancient "sheepskin" book that has been handed down by ancient wizards for thousands of years, look at the childish lines inside that are comparable to children's stick figures.

Han Xiaodong sighed secretly. If there were no these paintings, then the appearance of this book alone might really cover him up. The reliability was completely destroyed, just like an antique porcelain bowl with "only for microwave ovens" written on the base.

Because of this, Han Xiaodong became more and more uncertain. Such a formal book, but with such inconspicuous content, the authority of this thing fell from the sky to the gutter, and there was no convincing in the slightest. force.

"This book... who gave it to you?" Han Xiaodong closed the ancient book, which looked like a child's doodle, and put it on the table with a look of disgust.

"I drew it myself, what's the matter?" The little girl's face was full of disdain, but she answered with confidence.

It could be seen that she also felt the distrust in Han Xiaodong's words.

"The drawing is not bad. Find a good teacher to teach. You may be able to draw sketches or something on the street in the future. Now go to bed and sleep." Han Xiaodong pushed the book back, slumped on the sofa, and began to read He stared at the ceiling and stared blankly.

When the little girl saw this scene, she immediately exploded, "Why don't you believe me?"

"How do you make me believe you? Just relying on this little book, let me accompany you to fight hard?" Han Xiaodong also asked back tit-for-tat.

If what the little girl said was true, then he wouldn't dare to go. The scene in the dream just now was too frightening. It's really not worth it to bet your life on it inexplicably.

The little girl was speechless for a long time because of this sentence, her face was already livid with anger, finally, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth and said:
"Without me, you would have died twice today. So, your life now is mine! Let me ask you again, will you help me?!"

Seeing that the little devil started playing tricks again, Han Xiaodong didn't bother to argue with her.

Besides, the little girl was right in saying one sentence. If it wasn't for her, she might have died countless times.

However, Han Xiaodong didn't want to think that he would work hard for her just because of this, so he spread his hands and said, "What if I don't help you?"

"Then give me back your life!" The little girl replied simply.

It's just that this answer, coming from a cute little girl, makes people feel a little awkward.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to let me go?" Han Xiaodong had almost had enough of the moodiness of the guy in front of him, so he sat up abruptly, looking dissatisfied at the repetitive little guy in front of him.

If it was just now, when he heard such a severe threat, he would definitely be afraid, but now, he is not so afraid, after all, he has heard too many similar words just now, like the shepherd boy's "The wolf is coming", If you listen too much, you will become immune.

"That was just now, I've changed my mind now!" The little girl raised her chin arrogantly, her proud appearance was like that of a wealthy daughter who was spoiled to the point of lawlessness.