Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

After eating and drinking, Wei Mingye put on a milky white cloak. It was made from the wings of the Mothman he killed two years ago, and almost died in its hands.

With the activation of spiritual power, the wings turned transparent, and putting it on was like putting on an invisibility cloak. Wei Mingye walked into the secret passage. Although there were occasional patrols of the Hand of Reshaping on the secret passage, they did not find Wei Mingye.

A few minutes later, after completing seven or eight detours in the secret passage, Wei Mingye finally found the secret room where Snyder's "body" was parked.

"Snyder." Wei Mingye said softly, "Wake up, Snyder."

"Uh... Master... it turns out that the bullet hit the body is so painful..." Snyder struggled to open her eyes. She was too weak to move now.

"Sorry... this is part of the plan, just drink this." Wei Mingye handed the recovery potion to her mouth, and Snyder drank it in small sips.

A few hours ago, when Wei Mingye put his hand on Snyder's shoulder, he affixed an item transfer talisman and a turtle breath talisman on her body; one was a talisman that could divert bullets after being hurt, and the other was a talisman that could divert breath. A talisman disguised as dying.

"Save your strength first and don't move around. Someone will carry you away and send you to Verdin and his friends later. Before that, I'd better offend you." Wei Mingye took out two Turtle Breath Talismans and stuck them on her body. .

"What will you do when I get out?" The Turtle Breath Talisman took effect immediately, and Snyder's voice sounded no different from that of a dying person.

"I will find a way. You must cooperate well. This is the only way to save you."

"Okay, sir." Snyder closed his eyes, his whole body as fragile as glass.

Wei Mingye put on the invisibility cloak again and left, then took it off in an inconspicuous corner. He took out a wood carving of a crow from his suit. After activating his spiritual power, the crow came to life, and his dark eyes looked at him curiously. .

"Pass this note on." Wei Mingye stuffed the note into the crow's mouth. The crow nodded and flew through the wall into the night. After doing all this, Wei Mingye breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the bar.

"Where did you just go?" As soon as he entered the bar, he saw the sharp eyes of forget-me-not shooting towards him.

"Just take a stroll." Wei Mingye said calmly.

-

Symptoms of rainstorm syndrome spread quickly. There are reports on TV and newspapers that thousands and tens of thousands of people have been hospitalized in a certain place due to food poisoning or other reasons. The number of people sick is still increasing rapidly. Of course, they are not Know why.

Under this heavy rain, all lives are as worthless as money.

-

A few hours ago, Vertin and his party successfully arrived at Supheby's luxurious manor. Although Mr. Apple was poisoned due to the previous battle, fortunately he was cured.

Back at the manor, after the group had tidied up, Mr. Carson, the manager of the manor, prepared "delicious food" for them, such as gold-bar roasted chicken and plum-sauce husky meat brushed with a layer of sauce. To be precise, it was brushed. Green banknotes with a layer of plum sauce.

The frightening aspect of rainstorm syndrome is reflected in this. The patients do not know that they are swallowing gold and banknotes raw. Their vision, taste and other senses are all changed due to this "heavy rain".

And our genius alchemist Sufubi, after the 42nd experiment, the delicious chews "reappeared in the world".

Marian, Mr. Carson, and everyone else suffering from rainstorm syndrome take this delicious chew.

"How was it? What did you see?" Sufubi asked excitedly.

There were normal meals on the table, but they looked like daggers, pineapple cherry tomato pizza, medals, and even Mr. Carson's dog that died in the trench.

"Oh, well, it seems that the delicious chews need to be improved!" Sufubi was not discouraged by the failure of the experiment, but became more and more competitive.

"Si Chen, we just received news from the patrol team that someone with the Hand of Reshaping came near the edge of the manor." Sonnet looked serious.

"Everyone is very weak now that they haven't eaten..." Vertin stood up and said, "Sophby stays in the manor and continues to make potions. The rest of the people who still have strength come with me."

The patrol team and the people of the Hand of Reshaping seemed to be facing each other across the river, and neither party took action as if they were waiting for something.

Finally, everyone from Verdin arrived. Only then did a person from the Reshaping Hand say, "Miss Wilding, we have some good news for you."

As he spoke, two Reshaping Hands came over carrying a stretcher, and then placed the stretcher on the ground. The person on the stretcher stretched out a hand and swayed in the air. The white cover cloth was stained with scarlet color, with a touch of blood. The smell is in the air.

"Your good friend Mr. W has made a choice to join the glorious Reshaping Hands. This is his medal of honor."

The white cloth was lifted, and Snyder's "corpse" suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Believe me, Mr. W yesterday was like a fierce tiger, tearing the pigeons into pieces neatly... It was so exciting that I can't help but send chills down my back..."

"This is impossible, he will come back to the Foundation with us." Vertin said solemnly, "Destroy them!"

The wind was blowing fiercely tonight, and the smell of dry ashes buried in the scorched black earth floated in the air. Several Reshaping Hands were killed and turned into a pool of black liquid.

"The wound on her chest is not deep..." Mr. Apple floated above Snyder to inspect her wound.

"Ha... I really saved my life." Snyder suddenly woke up and startled everyone.

"Snyder, don't talk, you are still very weak." Wilding said softly from the side.

"Master Wilding... your hair is very similar to the color of feathers that I like..." Snyder smiled weakly and fell asleep again.

Back at the manor, Supheby put down what she was doing and treated Snyder immediately.

Wilding was sitting in front of the window, and she saw a crow flying towards this direction. The crow stopped in front of the window and tapped it with its beak.

Vertin felt something, she opened the window, and the crow spit out a note from its mouth. Vertin looked at the content on the note and immediately became happy.

"Tomorrow morning, 10 o'clock, heavy fog, the rescue center in the middle of the woods, they need to transfer supplies!"

"Sonnet, reply to headquarters, we still need more manpower."

"receive."

-

the next morning. Vertin and his team packed up their equipment and immediately headed to the rescue center.

"Ha..." Sufubi yawned. It seemed that she didn't get enough sleep yesterday because she was making delicious chews. "The delicious chews are just one step away from being finished... The last ingredient left is What... Oops!"

"Be careful Miss." Mr. Carson supported Sophoby.

Wilding held a letter in his hand. As the letter folded and unfolded automatically, Ms. Z's voice came out: "Your request for additional personnel has been received. As you said, according to the Washington Observer report, the rescue in neighboring states Supplies are being mobilized to Chicago, and Reshaping Hands is interested in these supplies.

Your mission needs to be adjusted. The content of your mission is to prevent them from robbing supplies and rescuing refugees. "

"Received." Vertin wrote the word on the letter.

-

In the treatment center in the middle of the woods, no one was as lively and chatting and laughing as they were half a day ago. People were sitting blankly with pale faces.

In the center of the rescue center, a huge crucible and a piano are particularly conspicuous.

"Are you forget-me-not?" A service soldier came over and asked in an elevated tone.

"Yes." Forget-me-not nodded.

"Mr. Forget-Me-Not, a crucible and a piano. Is this how you treat these refugees?" The service soldier's eyes were full of disgust, just like the world.

"Of course, I am an occultist." Forget-me-not said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone. From the beginning to the end, his eyes were fixed on the boiling potion in the crucible.

"Haha... I really don't know what those fat-headed and big-eared officers are thinking." The service soldier looked at the forget-me-not with disgust and left here.

"If I were you, I would have punched him in the head just now." Wei Mingye laughed at the side.

"No, no, no, they will thank us for giving them 'new life'." Forget-me-not didn't care, and kept stirring the potion with the medicine stick in his hand.

Wei Mingye felt bored and walked around the treatment center. The various conspicuous boxes placed in the rescue center do not contain medicines, but batches of relief supplies.

"You don't look nervous." Wei Mingye turned around and found Mistletoe standing behind him.

"Of course, just wander around when you're bored."

During the conversation, heavy fog suddenly floated around. The fog carried some kind of mysterious magic, which was a mysterious magic that could disorient people.

"So, your choice?" Wei Mingye asked.

"The new branches gave me the answer. It told me to forget the pain of the past and embrace tomorrow." The mistletoe smiled, like the warm wind blowing through the grass.

"You hide later, I don't want those reporters to tear open your scars." Wei Mingye reminded.

"No." Mistletoe shook her head, "Only by facing the past can we live towards the sun."

"It seems that you have changed." Wei Mingye couldn't help but give her a thumbs up, "Then, let's fight together."

"Okay." Mistletoe nodded.

-

Ten minutes later.

"How's your medication going?" Forget-Me-Not asked.

"The stretcher area has all been medicated," Mistletoe replied.

"Um...where's W?"

"He's still counting."

"Oh fine……"

Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps came, it was the service soldier.

"Hey! You're feeding drugs to refugees without our permission?! Those reporters are coming. If there's an accident, you'll be responsible!"

"Reporter?" Mistletoe looked at Forget-Me-Not in confusion.

“Certainly to commemorate the end of this era and the beginning of a new one.”

"Oh, I really don't understand you freaks!" The service soldier used a cup to scoop a cup of potion into the crucible.

Under the leadership of followers, reporters filed in and looked under the high platform.

Forget-me-not was still the gentleman as always. He said apologetically: "Forgive me for my selfish desire to hold a banquet before the rainstorm, Miss Mistletoe. After all, this era has lost its value to the hands of reshaping."

Mistletoe frowned slightly.

The service soldier took a sip of the potion, and his expression suddenly changed. The broken cup reflected the flashing lightning in the sky, just like the lights before the opening.

"Here's beer! Damn it, get 'em all."

"Haha! Haha!" Forget-me-not's face became weird, and the sound in his throat was like a snake's growl, "I will not embezzle money with those hypocritical laws like you people! The prohibition of alcohol in the United States has been in effect for nearly ten years. , how can you taste the beer immediately?"

"Hypocritical people!" Forget-me-not shouted.

The dull sound of drums came from the horizon, like the beginning of a celebration performance. The service soldier's body suddenly exploded, and he watched his internal organs fly out, and watched the things in front of him gradually blur.

"What's going on?!" The reporters saw the crowd around them exploding like fireworks, and the blood-red fireworks bloomed with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"I will give you new life! May there be no more Prohibition in the next world!"

Forget-me-not was immersed in joy, and at his feet lay a rich gold watch. "I want you to record it truthfully! You vultures!"

Forget-me-not crushed the watch with his foot and looked at the rich people who drank the potion but it did not take effect immediately. He saw his past, this group of people! Taking away everything he should have!

"That's enough! Forget-me-not!" A vine was drawn towards Forget-me-not, and a snake grew out of the mucus under Forget-me-not's feet and bit the vine to pieces.

"Miss Mistletoe, you..." Before Forget-Me-Not could finish speaking, he saw a long sword stabbing at him quickly. As soon as he moved, the flying sword slashed across his cheek, leaving a wound on his bloodless face.

"Forget-me-not, maybe you still don't understand, we have never been the same kind of people, neither me nor Miss Mistletoe. Never!" In the mist, three flying swords were hovering on the left side of Wei Mingye, and in his eyes There is already murderous intention permeating the air.

"You!" Forget-me-not wiped the blood from his face and sat on the piano. When the keys were pressed, several meters-long snakes sprang from under his feet and attacked Wei Mingye and the mistletoe.

"Anyone who disobeys me will die!"

-

"There was a lot of noise coming from the rescue center...it seemed like someone was fighting!" Sufubi said.

"It's the sound of fighting! We have to get there quickly." Sonnet looked at Vertin, who frowned. She was still thinking about how to get out of this fog.

"It seems you are in trouble." Two figures came out of the mist.

"So the reinforcements are you, X and Star Antimony! Great!" Sonnet said.

"Actually, we don't need to be as complicated as we think. The essence of mystical ability is the intuitive insight into everything.

Our human friends, on the other hand, are good at logical deductions based on observation that are rejected by the occult community.

Since our mystical attainments cannot surpass the hand of reshaping... then..."

X took out a copper pipe from his coat.

"Why not use a counter-intuitive experiment to crack this mysterious technique? The next experiment is to boil a nearby pot of water within three minutes!"

"Oh! I see! It's the Goldberg Experiment!" Sonnet suddenly realized.

Xing Antimony almost dropped his jaw in shock, "Do you understand this? It seems that the people in the Foundation are somewhat of a freak."

-

"Mistletoe! Protect the reporters!" Wei Mingye threw out a sword energy. A black snake turned into a harmless black mist when it touched the sword energy. Mistletoe suddenly turned its head, and forget-me-not actually released a mysterious spell to attack those civilians. .

"Forget-me-not, you've gone too far!" Mistletoe's cultivation did not allow her to curse. The magic staff struck the ground, and many vines emerged from the vibrant green circle, surrounding the reporters and weaving into a cage.

"Oh! You are the eldest lady of Weyerhauser!" Suddenly a reporter in the cage shouted excitedly.

"It's you! Weren't you burned to death by the fire?! Oh~ I have to take a picture quickly. Even if you die, it's worth it."

The mistletoe sighed. The vulture is a scavenger. Even if it dies, it will still eat your flesh and devour you bit by bit.

"Miss Mistletoe! Don't you want to know about the arsonist back then! The one who burned everything to you? He's here now!"

Forget-me-not grabbed a homeless man's collar with one hand. The poor homeless man whined and shouted in the air, his hands kept beating.

"It was him who used twenty barrels of gasoline to destroy everything you owned! If you are willing to stay..."

"No, it doesn't matter anymore." Mistletoe interrupted the forget-me-not rudely.

"Why is it not important! Your property, your parents, the forest that belongs to you! Why can you let go?!" Forget-me-not shouted, he seemed to have lost his mind.

"Indulging in the pain of the past will only sink deeper and deeper, and in the end you will only be burned by the fire of self-blame and revenge. He is not the murderer back then, forget me." Mistletoe took a deep breath, "Thank you for that. Rescue me in the sea of ​​​​fire, and show compassion to a person you have never met.”

"Now, I have stood opposite to my past self. My trees will not perish, they will eventually face tomorrow, and their destiny will eventually move toward tomorrow!"

"Ha..." Forget-me-not staggered and fell on the piano chair. He couldn't quite understand what the mistletoe said, but immediately his face turned ferocious, and he knocked out messy syllables. A black snake grew more than ten meters long in the wind, angry and angry. The evil black snake rushed towards Wei Mingye.

"What on earth did you say to her?!" Forget-me-not shouted hysterically.

"This is the difference between you and her, forget me." Wei Mingye's spiritual energy boiled instantly, and golden light suddenly appeared all over his body. He took a step back, clenched his right hand into a fist, and a surging power condensed in his right hand.

Under Mistletoe's shocked eyes, Wei Mingye resisted the impact of the black snake with his body, and punched out with his right fist. A strong wind shattered the black snake, and the land in front was torn apart by the strong wind, forming a ravine of several meters.

At some point, a pot of boiling water quietly came to Forget-Me-Not's head. When the boiling water was poured down, Forget-Me-Not seemed not to feel hot. Even though the boiling water poured on him, he could only look at Wei Mingye blankly.

"You have lost your way in revenge, forget me." Wei Mingye's words rang in his ears.

When Forget-Me-Not came to his senses, Wei Mingye had already punched him in the chest. Blood splattered on the piano keys, and the forget-me-not flew several meters away and fell to the ground unable to stand up.

"The mystery in the fog has been lifted! Let's go quickly!" As Vertin joined the experiment, the process of the experiment sped up a lot.

When everyone came to the rescue center, they only saw the mess on the ground and a Forget-Me-Not lying on the ground.

"W! What happened here?" Vertin ran to Wei Mingye and asked eagerly.

"Are you mystics so weak? He hasn't gotten up yet." Wei Mingye pointed at the forget-me-not and smiled.

"Wonderful battle!" Arcana suddenly appeared. Wei Mingye quickly pulled Vertin back and shouted: "Don't get close to that woman! She is very dangerous!"

"It seems that the Hand of Reshaping still cannot accommodate you." Arcana looked at Wei Mingye with soft eyes.

"I have made my choice, and you have seen it," Wei Mingye said.

"Of course." Arcana's eyes shifted to Vertin, "Part of you also has the masterpiece of our reshaping hand. I like the golden things in your mind very much..."

"What...are you talking about?" Vertin asked.

"Nothing." Arcana shook his head, and the two pools of mucus quickly formed two people and helped Forget-Me-Not up.

"You successfully prevented the Hand of Reshaping's conspiracy and became the savior... What a wonderful story." Arcana looked at the sky, "It's just that a heavy rain is coming. How are you going to save people?"

Arcana's figure gradually disappeared into the mist, "Two cute ornamental puppies, I'll give you a gift at the end."

The black mucus gathered into a river, and they intertwined and clung together. Within a few seconds, a five-meter-tall behemoth appeared in front of everyone. It is a woman with a severed head. Blue liquid is constantly flowing from the severed head, and two haloes emerge from the severed head.

Ever since it appeared, a vague chanting sound could be heard in my ears. Under the light of the halo, it looked strange and abnormal.

"It's a bit tricky..." Wei Mingye took out a few Thunder Talismans and retreated behind everyone.

"Vertin, tell them to cover me. I'm confident I can kill it instantly with one blow!"

Vertin looked at Wei Mingye, whose eyes were full of confidence.

"Okay." Vertin nodded, "Everyone, protect W and ensure that W will not be affected by the attack!"

"Yes!"