The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Mr. Master, we still need a little help!"

The little spider held his breath and called out in a low voice.

———— Doctor Strange responded indifferently.

Standing above the huge pit, the mage raised a hand, and the sand and stone wrapped around the black stele instantly split into pieces, rising as if being engulfed by an invisible tornado, and gathered in the dust storm above the head that covered the sky and the sun.

Facing the strong air current, Peter quietly glanced at Cain who was standing in front of the stele.

"........."

The black-haired young man stayed in place, maintaining the posture of touching the stele, his cheekbones were scratched by sharp sand and stones at some point, and the blood had dried up on his side face, showing a thrilling beauty.

"You are hurt!"

The little spider immediately gasped, and while pulling the black-haired young man away from the stele, he dug out the first-aid kit in his backpack, hurriedly took out the hydrogen peroxide bottle, poured some on the cotton, and pressed Cain The real face, "I knew it was useful to bring this thing, Cain, Cain? Don't you feel it, a stone scratched your face——"

———————Tears fell with a "slap", and dripped hotly on Peter's palm.

Peter: ...

Peter:! ! ! ! ! !

When the little spider was completely at a loss, the black-haired young man finally got rid of the sculpture-like state, trembling, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

There were still wet tears in his eyes, bright and fluttering like fire, but he smiled at this moment.

"This... is my hometown."

Cain said softly.

——————At the same time, the ruler of hell let go of all control over this virtual human body, and looked at the light screen in front of him with an unpredictable expression.

Neither the process of searching for the stele nor the tears just now were the result of active manipulation by the Lord of Hell.

[Hell's Black Goat King Synchronization Level: 0%]

[Lie contract: 100%]

[It is recommended that the player Sisley adopt the method of watching in the consciousness space, in order to obtain the best experience! 】

The system happily jumped out, screaming, and sprinkled a large amount of virtual flowers on Sisley who was dressed in goatskin.

"no need."

Abaddon glanced at it indifferently, and refused, "It's better here."

————— The virtual human body completely controlled by the contract of lies has already responded to the outside world.

"Thank you for helping me treat my wound, my friend." The slight tingling and bubbling sound on the cheekbones made the black-haired young man lower his eyes curiously, "What kind of magical potion is this, may I know the name? "

Little Spider: Ah——

Little Spider: I will be reminded from time to time, this is an old antique from thousands of years ago.jpg

"Hydrogen peroxide." Peter said slightly uncomfortably, "Okay, do you still feel pain?"

The black-haired young man shook his head obediently, and Peter stiffly let go of the hand that was holding him, watching Cain gracefully wipe away the tears on his face.

"I never thought this day would come."

The eyes of the black-haired young man lingered on the black stone tablet, and his cheeks gradually turned beautiful blood. Ever since he met him, Peter felt that he had never seen such a radiant Cain.

"If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have found my friends, my memories, and my hometown so easily..."

The little spider also looked at the huge black stone tablet for a while, and it took a few seconds before he noticed where the black-haired youth was looking.

Cain was watching him.

"I have the honor to invite you into my hometown?"

The slightly taller black-haired youth lowered his head slightly and stretched out a hand.

"O-of course!" stammered the little spider. "I'd love to...I mean I'm honored—I should just shut up."

"..."

What responded to him was the friendly chuckle of the dark-haired youth full of magnetism.

——————— Cain took the initiative to hold the sweaty palm of the young superhero, and led him to the mysterious black stone tablet.

The further you walked in, the taller and more solemn the stone tablet standing in the sand was. Its shadow completely covered all the human beings standing in front of it, like a gully that could not be crossed by the power of gods and manpower.

"This is our guardian stone."

Cain's voice was full of tenderness, "God created us on this highland, and His will will be revealed on this stone tablet, read by His beloved people."

The wind and sand in the desert whimpered faintly, and the giant dragon made of resentment bent down, hesitatingly approaching the black-haired young man, facing the tip of his nose.

"........."

Peter was completely stunned by Cain's description.

"This way."

The black-haired young man led him through a path on the edge of the sandpit and the black stone tablet, and walked straight down.

"It wasn't like this here," whispered Cain as we walked, "the river used to run right through here, making sure that all the grapes would bear honey-sweet fruit, and all the flowers be sweet-smelling..."

His words stopped.

———and Peter knew why.

In fact, the young superhero's eyes widened in surprise, too.

At the end of the path, there are huts made of stones. Except for the sand and stone color remaining on their sloping roofs, it proves that they should have been underground 5 minutes ago. Peter almost thought that he had come to a certain village in a lost way. .

————————They are so well preserved, as if they are always brightly colored architectural decorations in the snow globe, just as if you just walk over and knock on the door, you will find that there are still people living there.

"...God, that's my home."

Beside Little Spider, the black-haired youth murmured.

He raised his hand, pointed to the steeple of the last stone hut, and then hung down feebly.

"My only, most cherished brother, lay there, blood streaming into the field, eyes looking up at the sky."

Following his sad and horrific description, Peter patted the dark-haired youth on the back reassuringly; after a long while of clumsy comforting, Cain regained his composure slightly.

"That's Barry's house," the black-haired young man pointed to the stone house next to him as he walked along the road, "When I left, he was just getting married... This is the carpenter's house, my The chair that my brother likes most is made by him... Over there is the field of Mai Di, and the wine she produces is the most delicious, so God loves her tribute very much."

Cain's language is simple and beautiful, full of special atmosphere. Under his narration, the empty village has revived its past vitality, as if children are running and playing on both sides of the farmland, and the sound of laughter instead of rough sand is still in the gentle Roaming in the wind, the adults carry wool, grain or fruit baskets on their heads, running between the sowing and harvesting seasons.

——————The sun never sets, shining on this verdant and lush land, like a gaze of enthusiastic appreciation, staying on the most beautiful emerald in the world.

"........."

The young superhero couldn't resist touching a stone mill outside the house, and as soon as his fingers touched the grains in it, the thing turned to ashes at his fingertips.

The black-haired young man watched him do this and smiled.

"I'm very old, my friend," said Cain flatly, "too old to remember this, too old to be like them."

The sound of his footsteps echoed softly in the sandpit, appearing a little lonely for no reason.Just as Peter was about to refute, the black-haired youth had already brought him to a stop in front of a stone hut.

When passing by other houses, Cain had never done this before, so the little spider shut up at the speed of light, looked at the hut, and quickly noticed that its location was somewhat familiar.

The little spider fell into a tactical silence, "..."

Cain saw the hyperactive expression on his face and confirmed Peter's guess.

"This is where I used to live."

The black-haired youth said calmly.

———— Abaddon tapped the system silently, signaling it to turn on the screen recording function.

With a "squeak", accompanied by heavy friction, the door of the stone hut was pushed open by Cain and Peter.

The former didn't feel the slightest resistance, while the latter didn't feel that he was exerting any force at all. The hut from more than 1000 years ago was slowly opening to them.

The skylight illuminated the dim interior, revealing the quaint interior style. The black-haired young man stood at the door, as stiff as a statue.

After a long time, he stepped into the house as if he had just woken up from a dream, looking around at everything here, followed by Peter, carefully stepping on the floor of the stone hut.

"It looks really good here!" The little spider subconsciously praised, "You are right, that chair is very cool, I like the color."

Cain smiled mildly.

"My brother doesn't like the color of the stucco, so we had more options when we built this cottage, he's a genius at—"

Under the gaze of the little spider, the expression of the black-haired young man suddenly changed, revealing a puzzled look.

"what happened?"

Peter asked a little puzzled.

His voice echoed hollowly in the stone hut, and in the next second, Peter saw that Cain made a small "stop" gesture to him.

"........."

The little spider quickly covered his mouth with both hands to calm himself down.

The black-haired young man slowly frowned, raised his head, sniffed the air, and took a step back.

He walked to the chair, knelt down halfway, put his nose close to the wood, and sniffed lightly for a few seconds, then came to the stone shelf against the wall of the room, put his face close to each bottle, and sniffed twice .

————— Cain seemed to be looking for something.

After repeating it several times, Peter gradually realized what he was doing with this set of movements.

The little spider looked blankly at the black-haired youth circling the room, not daring to make a sound.

Finally, after searching around, Cain came back again; the expression on his face was not as scary as before, but he was no longer calm either.

"I smell something familiar," he whispered. "Do you remember that thing I told you about earlier, Tujriko?"

——————Peter still remembers this strange pronunciation clearly.

"Remember," the little spider quickly replied, "what's the matter?"

"It smells all over here."

After a pause, Cain answered slowly.

"Nova, the first Tujriko I raised, after I was sentenced to exile, I never saw it again...Because the Tujriko who lost its owner will either be re-adopted, or it will return to nature and become nothing again. The darkness of consciousness."

—————The light was bright at noon, but Abaddon, who was listening, was hit by a chill for a moment.

Under the dim gaze of the ruler of hell, the dark-haired young man controlled by a contract of lies opened his lips and whispered in bewilderment.

"...it should never be here."