The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Du Zijun pondered for a while and said, "Not bad."

"Well," He Qin nodded, "It's really good. The comprehension at the moment of life and death is also a different kind of strength and luck."

"Then, tonight's checkpoint is passed?" Wen Zheliu asked, "Why aren't we allowed to go out after passing?"

After he asked this sentence, the system clicked once, and a prompt box popped up again.

[Please receive the reward CG for solving the problem only when no one is sleeping! 】

"...What are you, do you poke and move?" Wen Zheliu couldn't help complaining.

In front of the eyes of the four people, a flickering golden band of light spread out, like gentle ocean waves, submerging them in a dreamlike hazy scene.

They are like watching a beautiful holographic movie. The brilliance of the sunset is gorgeous and thick like a splendid tapestry spread out, covering the earth with a layer of oil painting filter.Blooming lilacs and camellias are placed in simple pottery vases, and the flower buds are piled upon one another, hanging over the head of the bed, making the petals more white and lovely. The girl lying on the bed pretends to fiddle with them with her thin and lonely fingers. , her blue eyes never left the man sitting by the bed.

"Holy..." Wen Zheliu yelled a word, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he changed his words: "...It's Seresa."

She still maintains a girlish appearance, her blond hair is immersed in the glow of the sunset, almost producing a visual effect like smoke, her eyes are as gentle as water, although her body is still very thin, the skin exposed by the collar is also full of With scars that are difficult to fade, but her spirit has improved a lot.After taking off all the arrogance and treachery, she is just an ordinary woman.

"...then Moses said to God, I will go to the children of Israel and say to them, 'The God of your fathers has sent me to you.' If they ask me, 'What is his name?' I will say to them What?" The young man who spoke was wearing a monk's black robe, his hair was as black as ebony, and his pupils were as blue as the sea, and he was immediately recognized by Wen Zheliu, and he was the one who gave him the cross before.

"It's him."

"Who is he?" Xie Yuanyuan asked, "He is...uh, the lover of the holy nun?"

"It should be right." Wen Zheliu replied, "This cross was given to me by him."

"God said to Moses, I AM who I AM. He also said, You must say to the Israelites: 'I AM has sent me to you.'" The young man turned a page, his expression gentle and serene, There is a holy power that soothes the heart.

It is rare for Wen Zheliu to see this kind of sacred aura in a man, but this cultivator in front of him has undoubtedly achieved it. His smile embraces everything, forgives everything, and even has a trait similar to motherhood.Saying it without derogation...

"Do you think this man looks like the Virgin Mary?" He Qin asked.

Wen Zheliu smiled: "Thank you for having a good understanding with me, I really think so."

"Really..." He Qin looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, "I just think this setting is too malicious."

"Hey, why?" Xie Yuanyuan was taken aback, "I think... it's quite a match, right? The evil god who wants to destroy the world and the saint who redeemed her are so compatible and have sparks. Where is the malice?"

"It's because he is too worthy that he is so malicious." Wen Zheliu looked at them with a sigh, "This man is almost tailor-made for the holy nun. In terms of role function, he is not much different from a tool man. She Not long after she escaped from the dead and was rescued from the devil's lair, this man was arranged by the main plot to appear, compassionate, exuding the radiance of love if you want, I will give you love, you see how normal she is now cured, It will be so crazy if you lose it in the future..."

"But every yard counts," He Qin said, "She was very pitiful in the past, and it doesn't conflict with our purpose of overthrowing her rule now."

"God?" At this time, Theresa asked, she smiled slightly, with a provocative look in her smile, her voice still had a hoarseness that had not healed, but it was already faintly audible, "I have Eternal Being, is this the only way to be called a god? Can the beautiful and spacious Canaan, flowing with milk and honey, still be gifted by God to the devastated world?"

The young monk stared at her tolerantly, and did not reproach her for the serious offense in her words: "There is only one god in the sky, but there can be many gods in the world."

There was a gloomy cloud in front of Theresa's forehead, her eyes were gloomy, but she smiled sweetly: "A god in the world? I don't know a god in the world, maybe you mean an angel who walks in the world for God's will? "

The young monk smiled, his expression was gentle, and his words were also gentle: "No, you are your own god."

Wen Zheliu's eyes widened in an instant, and he and the others looked at the two in front of them in bewilderment.

"We live in this world, it is the will of God in heaven, but do we have to obey God in everything and wait for His inspiration and orders? No, it is not necessary." His tone was full of emotion, "You are better than suffering. A hundred times better than the Israelites who came out of Egypt, some people will remember it. You can be your own god, make your own decisions for yourself, and don’t need to worry about others, because your will is already firm as a rock, and it cannot be reversed by external things.”

"Ah, ah, shut up, shut up!" Xie Yuanyuan grabbed his hair and shouted in a broken voice, "Do you know what you just said?! Take it back, take it back!"

"...So it was you." He Qin shook his head helplessly and amusedly, "If the normal sequence is followed, he is the one who really made the holy nun think of a god."

Celesa stared at him blankly, her eyes and lips trembling.

Wen Zheliu said faintly: "I seem to be able to hear the system's notification sound, ding, your strategy progress has reached 99%..."

The young monk closed the book and smiled: "Okay, today's story time is over, I'm going to change the wounded's dressing."

He stood up, put the book on the small table beside the bed, the rustling sound of the robe, Seresa came back to her senses, hurriedly stretched out a slender wrist from under the quilt, and grabbed his cuff .

"Wait a minute!"

"Huh?" The monk looked at her face, "What's wrong?"

"I told you a long time ago, that person...he is not a good person, drive him away." Seresa sincerely advised, "I can smell the blood on his body immediately, if you keep him here, it will definitely happen Bad things!"

"But he has the same identity as you. He is a person in need of help. If he can climb over the mountain and come here, does he also expect to be rescued?" The monk hesitated, "Now the war has just ended, and people everywhere It's all the remaining flames of war and chaos, and when his injury heals, the dean will let him go."

He finally smiled and said, "Don't worry."

Teresa failed to keep him, the young monk turned and left, before leaving, he closed the door of the room.

With a click, the brilliance of the setting sun in the sky also shrank and dissipated, and the dark and cold night appeared in front of the four people again.

The reward CG was over, and the pages in Wen Zheliu's hands squeaked softly, like the whispers of being blown by the wind. He looked down, but saw an extra piece of paper inside the title page, as if from some diary Torn pages.

"...But after thousands of years, you can still remember our story." He picked it up carefully and read it word by word, "So no one in this world understands me better than you, and is closer to me, and there will be no one in the future. There is no one... who is closer than me and you."

[Prop name: Fragmented pages of a poem]

【Level: E】

[Activation type: none]

【Cooling time: none】

[Attack Power: None]

【Effect: None】

[Equipment level: 1]

[Introduction to props: The poem was originally written with affectionate brushstrokes, but it was torn up for some reason. The original poem seems to describe a forbidden love that is unacceptable in the world.

"The sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky, and the myriad worlds in the world, are all blocked between the palms of you and me. Even so, thousands of years after the millennium, thousands of people will still engrave our stories and our love. "]

"..." Wen Zheliu sighed wordlessly, "It's really..."

"Although the reason for raising the banner of violence against the world is not only dead love," He Qin looked at the note, "but this is also the root cause. Why are you sighing? Do you think she is too emotional? ?”

"Biluo and Huangquan, the distance between life and death, the end that love can go, is far farther than anything else." Wen Zheliu whispered, "Love and forget death, in my heart, this is the purest... ...the most infatuated heart. I don't think she is acting on emotions, it's just that the path she chooses is destined to go against the vast majority of people, destined to hurt the vast majority of people...and destined to be rejected by the vast majority of people who resist for love people beat."

Du Zijun finally said: "Let's go, tonight, our mission is over."

Back in the room, the two turned off the lights, Wen Zheliu was curled up in He Qin's arms, his eyes were open, but he couldn't sleep.

"Insomnia?" He Qin's gentle voice came from above his head, "Snooze for a while, it will be dawn again in a while."

Wen Zheliu thought for a while, in such a quiet night, lying next to his lover, people can't help but whisper softly: "...I'm sorting out the direction of the whole thing."

"Is that clear?" He Qin stroked Wen Zheliu's hair with his slender fingers, "Actually, at this point, there is nothing to doubt."

Wen Zheliu said: "That's right... I just finished watching it, and I guessed it all. The holy nun escaped here with serious injuries and fell in love with the young monks of the monastery. At the same time, another injured person jumped over Shanling came here and was rescued by the monastery, but this man..."

"This person should be one of the nine people." He Qin said, "Revenge for kindness... He really brought disaster to the monastery, the town below was slaughtered, and this group of non-human monks and nuns were all written by them , and finally led to the madness of the nun. However, even if these are deduced, the clearance conditions cannot be fulfilled now."

Wen Zheliu recalled the torn note stuck in the postpartum care at the end of the task tonight, and said, "Isn't it because we need to collect the entire poem before we can end the task?"

He Qin rubbed his face: "What's the use of thinking about things now? Go to sleep, don't wait until I call you later, you can't get up again."

After finishing speaking, he pressed Wen Zheliu against his chest.Pressing against his muscular chest, Wen Zheliu struggled for a long time with complicated emotions. He was at war with heaven and man in his heart, thinking whether he should take a bite or not. In the end, he was afraid that he would never have a chance to fall asleep again tonight, so he just closed his mouth obediently. eyes.