When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"I"

Steve was confused by Jhin's questioning. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

"Go, Steve," Jhin's voice was low and gentle, as if it echoed throughout the room, "It's time for you to make a choice."

"what should I do"

Captain America's eyes were filled with confusion, and his voice was hollow and like cotton wool blowing in the wind, no longer as firm and passionate as before.

"You have to ask yourself, ask your own heart"

The corners of his mouth behind the mask were slightly raised, and Jhin continued to guide with a soft voice like an angel caring for flowers, plants and insects, "Think about your mother, Steve."

"She used to protect you tenderly, lovingly, and generously, watching you, and missing you."

"But what about you"

With this rhetorical question, a familiar scene appeared in Steve's mind

The baby was crawling around on the top of the corpse mound, smiling extremely heartily. Suddenly, he seemed to see something interesting, and then he stretched out his fleshy little hand and picked up a well-preserved stone dripping with blood from the piled corpses. 's head.

Out of curiosity, he dug out a blue eyeball from its socket.

He threw the head down the hill and let it roll in the empty cave until it was covered with dust.

The babies grabbed their eyeballs and looked at each other in front of their eyes, babbling and laughing, pure and happy.

Soon, the eyeballs no longer had any novelty to him, and he threw them away casually, as if discarding unnecessary garbage.

"How similar"

The picture was frozen on Jhin's body, and his emotions echoed in his mind.

Steve stood numbly and lifelessly, and then seemed to be infected by the voice in his mind, muttering, "How similar."

It was indeed very similar. His mother had also been so "greedy" in wanting to keep her eyes on him. During the last phone call between the two of them, she lost her temper and choked up several times.

She wanted to see her son for the last time, but in the end she chose to give up.

On her deathbed, she may have regretted extremely why she didn't muster up the courage, and she must have been as lonely and lonely as that dust-covered head and carelessly discarded eyeballs.

However, her son, the son who wanted to join the army, avenge his father, and become a big figure in ending this unjust war, did not hear the grievances and expectations in his mother's words, and did not find that his mother did not mean what she said. When explaining the cause of the choking, the loopholes revealed intentionally or unintentionally, and he did not propose to visit his mother.

Until she died alone on the hospital bed, holding a microphone in her hand and her face slightly distorted by pain.

The stupid son still believed the lie that was full of flaws, believed that his mother had been transferred from her job, believed that her work was too busy and it was not convenient for him to visit, and believed that it was because an acquaintance of the tuberculosis nurse was infected with the disease and died soon. Choking on the phone.

Scarlet blood mist appeared from nowhere and poured into Steve's body along his seven orifices.

"How similar"

Jhin, who was standing next to Steve, spoke again, his voice no longer filled with emotion and joking, but with a hint of sadness in a female voice.

In an instant, the corpse that died on the hospital bed in my mind opened its eyes, the corpse that died of mustard gas on the battlefield opened its eyes, and the corpse that was burned by flames in the trench "opened its eyes."

They spoke together and murmured in unison, "How similar!"

"No"

Steve growled like a cornered animal, hesitantly seeming to be rejecting something.

The corpse mound appeared before his eyes again, and it began to vibrate.

Corpses of different shapes were activated repeatedly, and bloody mist gathered on the corpses.

The baby swam in the blood mist like a devil in purgatory, tearing at its heart and liver, grabbing handfuls of stumps and stuffing them into its mouth that never seemed to be full.

Suddenly, he felt Steve's prying eyes, and he raised his head.

There was no innocence or ignorance on his face anymore. He smiled ferociously, and his tone was full of ridicule: "How similar."

"No"

Steve's rejection was full of panic, and then he said in a hurried tone, "It's him, he's the devil, he did all of this" just like a drowning man grabbing the last life-saving straw.

"Yes"

Jhin expressed his agreement softly.

He glanced at the unchanged hills in front of him and the still confused baby, and calmly said to Steve, who had only the whites of his eyes and seemed frightened by something, "Everything is his fault."

"He is the root, the evil spirit, the evil in your heart, the sin that you cannot bear to gnash your teeth and dare not speak to others."

"what should I do"

Steve's mood really stabilized under Jhin's soothing words, but the hollow tone showed that he was losing more and more of himself. Blood mist poured into his seven orifices like a wave of broken banks, and his face was covered by the mask. There are scarlet magic lines lingering on it.

The lingering magic lines converged towards the center of his brow, and the mask that clung to his skin was full of wrinkles, as if there were flesh bugs climbing on the drill cable underneath.

"You have to atone"

"Drive the devil out of you"

Jin chuckled, his tone remained the same, but full of bewilderment, "Kill him, get rid of your sins, and you will be reborn."

"I can not"

The sense of crisis rising from the bottom of his heart caused a struggling look to appear on Steve's face. Jhin was not in a hurry and still emphasized "kill him" softly.

"I should"

"kill him"

"I"

"kill him"

"I'm going to kill him"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic patterns under the mask seemed to have found a unified unity. They were entrenched between Steve's eyebrows, and finally condensed into a blood moon prayer rune that was exactly the same as the one on Jhin's mask, flashing. Yingying's brilliance.

"go"

Jhin said, his tone still the same.

Steve took steps, stumbling toward the corpse mound like a soulless walking zombie.

However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. A pale golden light shone on his body and then disappeared again.

After a pause, he continued on, but changed direction, heading towards the spot where the baby's discarded mother's head had been.

"Um"

The face behind the mask frowned. Jhin carefully looked at Steve, whose pace was getting faster and faster, and his back changed from rickets to straight. He noticed that there were some external things that he had not expected that affected his choreography. Good show

Steve knelt down, gently picked up the head on the ground, and carefully wiped the dust on it with his sleeve while walking towards the position of the blue eyeballs.

After finding the eyeball and placing it in the head, Steve held the head in his arms and walked towards the corpse mound as if on a pilgrimage.

In my mind, the bloody and ferocious scene disappeared, replaced by a solemn funeral scene.

Steve stood in front of the coffin, listening to a tape playback with tears in his eyes.

"You will always be my pride, my dear"

The hoarse, whining, and electric noise of the playback made the regretful young man burst into tears again. He opened the coffin rudely and saw a peaceful woman with a kind smile on her lips, brushing away her son. The remaining sins on the body

Steve held his head in his arms and climbed the corpse mound calmly, showing no trace of the embarrassment designed in Jin's "script". Naturally, there was no way to induce deeper despair and regret.

Evil always takes root in people's hearts through self-torture, especially for a person who is originally extremely determined.

But Jin didn't make any corrections. He stood there and watched quietly like a hopeless spectator. The lips and teeth behind the mask murmured the name "Ancient One."

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