[Exorcist Boy] The whole world thinks I'm a cannon fodder

"Neia? Strange, I feel like I've heard this name somewhere... Wait, isn't this the same meeting that the Marshal had with Allen before?" The rabbi turned his head and looked at me in shock, "Tell me The name of No. 14 that arrived—Sai, Sisi...?"

I was almost mentally retarded from crying: "..."

I couldn't react at all myself. I was crying and staring blankly at him for five, six, seven or eight seconds before my IQ suddenly returned. The blockbuster "It's over, I'm not innocent".

I was so scared that I kept crying and belching, and immediately started to wipe my tears in a hurry, but I couldn't wipe them clean.After some stalemate, I could only dryly find a plausible reason: "The wind, the wind is so strong that the sand got into my eyes..."

However, before I could finish my sentence, the breeze that could barely be regarded as blowing away some of the heat from just now and making the heavy ears of wheat rustle suddenly stopped.

I:"……?"

"...That's to say, really, really, why is the wind here so strong," but the rabbi didn't have the slightest doubt about it. After a slight pause, he rubbed his eyes, "Hiss—I seem Also got mesmerized."

After rubbing it decently twice, he couldn't hold it back. He frowned and moved closer to hold my face.First, he carefully wiped my face with his sleeves, but later, he may feel that the cloth is too rough and it hurts to wipe my face, so he just wiped my tears with his fingertips.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry—" The more I cried, the more flustered he looked, and he didn't even bother to look at the bookman again. I gave a reason, "Is it because the injury on my body hurts too much? Really, why, how did this make us Sisi cry..."

"——It hurts!" I climbed smoothly, decisively between "I was found to be crying because of another man" and "As a dignified exorcist, I cried because of a wound" I chose the latter, "So it's...it's not from subjective will, it's just, it's coming back, it hurts too much..."

"I know, I know," the rabbi nodded. After finding that he couldn't wipe away the tears, he had no choice but to put my head on his chest and pat my back very lightly, like coaxing a child. coaxed, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, patting it doesn't hurt anymore, don't cry..."

After struggling like this for five or six minutes, the turbulent but illusion-like impact was suppressed.I sniffed, raised my eyes stiffly and guiltyly, and glanced at the rabbi secretly, only to see the rabbi heaved a little sigh of relief.He didn't ask anything, just subconsciously kissed me on the side of my hair.

On the other side, Neia and the book-like old man just finished talking, and the two entered the mansion together.

"But how should I put it, I always feel as if I've fallen into some extraordinary place..."

The rabbi let go of his hand, and slightly distanced himself from me. After taking a deep breath, he looked solemnly at the place where the bookman was standing just now.

"Besides, from my professional perspective as a scholar, the old man Panda—seems to be a little taller than he is usually."

Although I know he said that on purpose, but - pat on your conscience, is that "a little bit"!Your "point" is more than 30 centimeters!

"Scholar looks like," but I can't say that, so I had no choice but to express my opinion, "I seem to be several decades younger."

"Just looking at it from the outside, it should be between 50 and 55 years old," the rabbi nodded. "That is to say—this was more than 30 years ago? Are we going back to the past? I haven't heard of the Ark yet." The door has such a function... Wait a minute, the one just now is an ark, right?"

"I don't know, but that's not the point. The point is—was the bookman so tall more than 30 years ago? I always thought that the bookman's height was born...so he shrank 30 years ago. How many centimeters is it...?"

"Huh? Wait, what are you looking at! Let me tell you, I know what you are thinking! Don't think about it!"

"But..." I endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold back, "Does this mean that you will shrink like that in the future?"

"No way!"

The rabbi's face suddenly became angry, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch my face, but suddenly realized that there was still a wound on my left cheek, so he had to pinch the right side alone.

"You! Come again! Come again! Come again and come again—I won't become like the old panda man after I told you! It doesn't matter if it's hair or height!"

Just like this, you came and went and quarreled a few more times, and the suffocation in my heart finally dissipated. I could feel that the rabbi was quietly observing my expression, and when I saw it, I pulled Raised my hand—but with a different strength than before, but I can't tell what is different.

"Okay, then the most urgent task is to find out where this is and whether it is really going back in time, and then think of a way - but I still find it a bit unbelievable, can the gate of the ark still travel through time and space?"

……not necessarily.

In fact, this does not necessarily mean going back to the past, it may just be like I was in Jordan, being pulled into...

However, before I could express this conjecture, the place we were in suddenly changed.

It is not the previous kind of replacement that seems to be rolled up from countless pictures and sent to unfold in front of our eyes, nor is it a simple change of scene—the grassland we are in and the wheat field in front of us have not changed at all, but time But it seems to have started to reverse rapidly.The sun rises from the west and sets from the east, and the weather also changes from sunny to torrential rain to dark clouds. Time is like sailing against the current, constantly retreating, until it returns to a dry and warm afternoon.

— “Cersi, come over to Mom.”

...and then I heard the voice again.

I can almost imagine what kind of picture I would see if I turned around, but I didn't want to go back, but I really saw a woman with black hair and black eyes waving towards me with a baby in her arms.

I opened my eyes slightly, opened my mouth, and uncontrollably moved half a step forward.

But another small figure passed directly through my body, stepped on the grass and ran over, and hugged the woman's leg.

"Sisi..." The rabbi's dry voice came from beside him, "That's..."

Some chubby blond kids turned their heads just at that moment, revealing a pair of gray eyes.

--it's me.

"I've lived here for so long, I'm going home," the black-haired woman pushed the child who was lying next to her legs, "Say goodbye to Aunt Katerina and the younger brothers."

The blond child raised his little arm and shook it.

"Mana and Neia too."

On the other side, stood a younger woman, and beside her stood a child with crimson blue short hair, who looked gentle and shy, grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes with one hand, and shook it obediently with the other.

But the other child who was sitting on a branch swinging his feet, except for the haircut that looked exactly like him, seemed to have no interest. He only waved his little paw symbolically, and then turned his face away like a kitten. .

"Mana...? Did she mean Mana just now?" I'm okay, at least I know almost everything before, but the Rabbi is different, it's the first time I receive this amazing inside story, and I almost have indigestion, "But Ma Wasn't Na Allen's...adoptive father? Sisi...was in the same era as Allen's adoptive father...?"

Ever since I heard him mention this matter, I felt something was wrong. At this moment, I turned my head sideways, just in time to meet the rabbi's bewildered eyes.

With his IQ, from the moment he saw the black-haired woman, he should have already realized that the person in the photo he found before is probably not a mother at all, but my real self.

So—how on earth am I going to explain the fact that I'm the same age...no, even older than Allen's adoptive father?

After hesitating for one, two, three, four seconds, I decisively clicked and turned my head back intact.

... just pretend you didn't hear it!I want to pretend to be an ostrich!

"That boy Silas, are you still doing experiments?"

Fortunately, on the other side, it is very possible and [-]% that the woman who should be my mother provided new information to us off the court in time, causing the rabbi to be directly attracted by their conversation.

But - Silas?Are you talking about Master?

"After going in this time, I've been messing around for a few days and nights," the woman called "Katrina" sighed exaggeratedly, "It's been so long, and he hasn't seen Ceci and Al once. Woolen cloth."

"It's okay, let's forget it this time," and my mother smiled gently, "Anyway, we can see you next time."

No, but a voice sounded in my heart like a prophecy, and there will be no next time.

The scene changed in an instant, and at the same time when the dim lights of kerosene lamps were suddenly lit up all around, there was a strange yet familiar shaking feeling under my feet.As soon as I grasped the rabbi's arm reflexively and used his strength to stand firm, I found myself standing in a room similar to a cabin, and then a group of menacing men burst into the door.

"Who are you, what do you want to-"

The gray-haired man immediately stepped forward to block it, but was chopped off half of his head without saying a word.

Amidst the belated screams in the room, the old man who looked like a housekeeper just turned his head and shouted "Madam, run away", put the convenience knife against his throat, and wiped it hard.

A maid rushed over and desperately hugged the murderer's leg, trying to delay time, but was chopped off by random knives, and threw her torso into the air for fun.

In the chaos, the black-haired, black-eyed woman held the crying baby in her arms with one hand and her daughter who was only a few years old with the other, and there was no way back.The pirates didn't seem to intend to kill her, but went to snatch the baby in her arms because of the loud cries.During the tugging, the blond child fell to the ground, and as soon as he got up, he was splashed with blood on his face. She was completely stunned, and could only watch with her pupils shrinking as she faced her mother who was being beaten by a tall man. Angrily, the man slashed from the back, and then pierced through it together with his baby brother, and was nailed to the floor in front of him with eyes wide open.

Even when he fell forward, the hair that was close at hand swept across the child's face.

The massacre ended soon, the broken kerosene lamp rolled on the ground, and the cabin that suddenly lost its light source was only dim, and the wind mixed with the smell of the sea rushed in along the window.The blond child sat alone in the pool of blood, not moving or speaking, only his pupils were dilated and fixed on a certain point in the air, his out-of-focus vision was a little blurry, as if he had been frightened stupid.

Someone stepped forward, knocked her head to the ground, and picked her up again by grabbing her hair, revealing a face covered in blood, and then the familiar flashing lights came on.

"Show the photo to Mr. Eric," said a rough voice amidst the noise, "and why hasn't that kid been killed yet, kill him quickly, or just throw it into the sea to feed the fish. "

"Wait a minute, boss, that's too boring! Now there's only one left alive!"

"So who killed the woman? Who? Stand up for me!"

"Hahahahahahahaha, how many times have I said that women stay first."

"Tsk, who told her to bite! I couldn't hold back, so..."

"Forget it, kill it if you kill it, I have an idea now."

Until this moment, I didn't know that the cloudy water film in the dream had beautified the reality too much.

The sticky darkness was wiped away, and all the ambiguities revealed its hideous original appearance. Whether it was blood, corpses, or the ugly faces like ghosts around, they were far more real than what they had seen a few times in the past And clear.

I felt uncomfortable, but because I had seen this scene too many times in my dreams before, and I was roughly prepared for what would happen next, it was just discomfort.

But I forgot that there was a rabbi standing beside me, and I also forgot that the rabbi knew nothing about it. This was the first time he saw this bloody scene.

By the time the pirates pulled the blond-haired child on deck, by the time they hooked the hook into the child's shoulders and cast her overboard like a bait, by the time I finally realized something was wrong, the rabbi was already on his way.

I wanted to pull him reflexively, but found that his tense nerves finally broke down completely at this moment, and the rationality that had been strong for a long time disappeared completely.He clenched his fists tightly with both hands, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were scarlet, because he was clenching his teeth tightly, and the muscles around his cheeks were trembling unconsciously.

I almost subconsciously walked around in front of him and hugged him, trying to hold him up with my body to prevent him from coming forward.

Because it doesn't work.

Whether he wanted to save the child, or beat up those pirates...it was useless.

The previous experience of being worn by a child has already shown that this may not be the past at all, but just like the previous few times—like the time in Jordan, showing us a memory.So no matter what we do, it will not have any effect on those who live in the past and exist only as some memory symbols.

I can figure this out, and the rabbi should be able to figure it out even more—although he is smiling most of the time, and looks carefree and unreliable.But counting down, in fact, he has been very calm all the time, really lost his mind, and only had three times when he tried his best - one was when he "killed" Allen's enemy Tiki Meek, and the other was when I was held hostage by my hair just now , and there is... this time.

At this moment, the rabbi was like a wild beast that was completely enraged. He completely lost the self-restraint he was most proud of before. Going to hug him, I can't stop it.

I wanted to say that you couldn't save her, but when the words reached my lips, I swallowed them back, and only pushed him in the opposite direction: "Wake up, wake up, this is not true!"

"No, it's true—but it's just... just the past."

"It's just the past, it's just something that happened, so she'll be fine," I pushed him hard to block him, while breaking his clenched fist vigorously, "If something really happened, then How could I still be standing here, I was already eaten by fish in the sea..."

"I'm fine here," because I couldn't break his fist, so I had no choice but to stick his hard fist to my face, "I'm here, it's still warm, yes If you don’t believe me, touch it if it’s alive.”

"You touch."

Only then did the rabbi loosen his fist stiffly, and then held my face tremblingly, as if he was really sure whether I was hot or soft, and touched it all over.

Then before I could react, he suddenly hugged me completely in his arms.

This time was heavier than ever before, even he, who was so careful, forgot that I was still injured, and only cared about pressing me tightly with a force that almost wanted to rub me into my body completely. head while repeating "don't look".

I paused, slowly raised my hand, and patted him on the back like he did to me just now, trying to appease this person whose reaction was bigger than the person involved.

"I don't watch it," I said, "it's all right, I don't watch it."

On the other side, the completely unaffected pirates had already laid their bets on the ship's rail.

This is the first time in so many times that I heard what they were saying clearly.

They were talking about the appearance of the maid whose hands and feet were cut off just now in a very disrespectful tone, and they were still regretting that they should have killed the woman inside so early, and then they began to guess how long the blond child could last , He also said that this is boring, and we should wait until sharks come and go to play, or wait until the sun comes out, and hang her outside all the time, and see if she can be dried alive in the sun for a few days.

Rabbi hugged me even harder, as if he regarded me as the last piece of driftwood—as if this was the only way to maintain his crumbling sanity.

But while hugging tightly, it seemed to be mixed with some other emotions.

I think he should know why I hate the camera's camera and why I am afraid of the sea.

This deep fear does not arise without a reason, it is always buried in some detail of the past that you know or don't know.

Unlike the rabbi, however, I never worried that the baby would actually get fucked raw, because I knew she would fall out soon.

She also really fell.

When she fell, I could feel that Rabbi moved almost reflexively, as if he still wanted to go forward to catch her, but at the same time realized that this was impossible, so he could only hug her tightly again me.

But in the next second, there was an icy green light overwhelming the sky.

The rabbi was taken aback, and I turned around subconsciously, and saw a blond-haired, gray-eyed woman standing out of nowhere in the bright green light. She looked about forty years old, with no expression on her face.

But the moment she looked over, the whole ship instantly turned into powder, and the rabbi and I also changed places suddenly under the violent impact.

"That's...?" The rabbi murmured belatedly when he stood in a wet and cold alley, "That... that breath just now, is it holy...?"

I don't know, but this memory dream doesn't give us any time to react, it just drags us to the next scene.

Everything after that is similar to what Rhodes showed me before, except that some unnecessary plots have been deleted, and some have become more complete.

We watched the blond kid who somehow but did narrowly escape the shipwreck grow up step by step from the beginning of stealing and eating and being beaten half to death.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the rabbi’s presence. When I saw this, my condition was much better than last time. There was no bleeding from my mouth, nose or ears, and I didn’t feel that overly uncomfortable feeling. I was just worried all the way. In the end, I found out that the plot of killing and making up the knife that I saw last time was not played. I was only relieved when I was only shown the scene of walking out of the narrow alley with blood on the wall.

In fact, after the first paragraph, we almost realized that something was wrong—these shots were not accidental, I am afraid that someone deliberately wanted to show us everything that happened in the past, and people with this ability, except for Luo Duc, don't do what he wants.

But even though I knew it, I still dragged the rabbi to watch it.

Because I can't help but want to know what happened to my past... in the end.

And the rabbi also hugged me for a long time—although it was me who was suffering, but he seemed to be more emotional than my client, and he almost couldn’t get out several times—more or less Restored some of his usual appearance.

After seeing the blond woman meeting Neia and making a promise to help with revenge, he fumbled and grabbed my hand.

"So probably... that's what you saw? I only found out when I was in Jordan, that is... maybe he avenged me?" I tried my best to look as innocent as possible, "That, In fact, this, this is what I wanted to tell you before, the relationship between me and... No. 14."

"Anyway, it's... just a very official relationship."

The rabbi looked at me who was gesticulating with the other hand, opened his mouth, and was about to say something when the scene suddenly changed to the place where Neia took someone to see the master for the first time.

"Wait, so the Silas that Sisi's mother mentioned earlier is...Marshal Kuros?"

"From the current point of view—yes," I immediately changed the subject and nodded solemnly, "So you see, I really didn't lie before, Master and I are really related by blood."

The rabbi blinked, showing a subtle look for the first time since seeing these dark memories, then turned slightly, raised his other free hand, and patted my shoulder.

I:"……"

Is this comforting?This is definitely comforting, right?

But this harmonious atmosphere did not last long, because the next scene was a scene I had never seen before—the scene where Neia helped "me" choose clothes in a clothing store.

My heart skipped a beat, my intuition was bad, and sure enough, I saw Neia pick out a bright golden blouse and a long red dress from a large pile of clothes, and handed them to the blonde woman waiting at the side.

Mana with Tim on his head: "..."

Mana immediately stopped the blond woman who didn't feel anything wrong and was honestly reaching out to pick it up, pushed both of them out helplessly, and then picked and picked with the help of the clerk, changing a set that is more popular nowadays The style comes out.

But even so, I can still feel that the rabbi's hand holding me is getting tighter and tighter, and it is completely different from the previous tightness, as if he dare not let go for a moment-as if I just let go, I It would be like running away from him immediately.

And no matter how stupid I am, I also realize that the current situation is quite unfavorable to me-like puffs, hate thirst, and this kind of one-in-a-kind aesthetic... It seems that all my habits are related to another man about the same.

I felt so guilty, my back was bristling, I subconsciously thought that the rabbi would be unhappy, but I found that he was more... actually seemed to be disturbed.

Even my offer to shake his hand did not ease his anxiety.

And the blond woman over there who has changed her clothes is already trying on high heels.She put on her shoes with ease, and stood up calmly and calmly, but she didn't want to just take a step forward, with a slap... and fell to the ground.

I:"……"

And after finally being able to walk, whenever Neia approached, she would reflexively step back a few steps and distance himself from him again. As time passed, Neia really realized that something was wrong.

Shang Qi, a boy about the same age as Allen, blinked his eyes in confusion, then reacted instantly, and frowned directly: "Wait for Sisi! Do you think I'm short!"

"...Sisi Sisi!" The rabbi finally found a room to play, and immediately tugged at my hand, and after I looked over, he straightened his back and slapped his chest with the other hand desperately, "You can wear high heels in front of me! No matter how many centimeters you wear, even 20 centimeters will not be taller than mine!"

I:"……"

Let’s not say that I’m not good at wearing high heels at all, let’s talk about 20 cm or something—am I wearing high heels or walking on stilts!

And are you showing off your height very clearly in front of me, a short man?

It's just... Speaking of which, I didn't notice this at all before—why was I taller than I am now?

It stands to reason that no matter what you eat at Martha's house, it should be better than the one you used to eat when you were hungry and full, right?

Wait, is it because of being with the master for a long time, using the brain too much, and the pressure is too great, so that the nutrition that should be supplemented for the height has been supplemented elsewhere?

...It seems that it is not impossible.

So it really is——Master, Father, Mistake, Me.

However, as soon as I came to a conclusion here, the scene on the other side changed again - with the help of Mana, after simply decorating the outer layer of skin, the rest is inner cultivation.

"Well, it's the one holding the flowers. Have you seen how she walks? No, it's not like this. Put your hands here, hold them like this, and then walk like this—ah—why I have to demonstrate to you myself !"

— This is teaching manners.

"What's wrong this time! Wait, is this a dog crawling? No, dog crawling is more beautiful than yours, okay! Like this, make it neater, forget it, copy this one hundred for me first Say it again."

——This is teaching writing.

"Mana——M———If I can't do it, these are the most basic, right? Why doesn't it make sense, bastard! You should tell her—"

—and this is teaching common sense.

However, in the next scene, apart from the three people who have been on camera, there is one more person.

"For human beings, in this world, I only trust my mother and Sisi, but now, there is one more you." Neia, who was wearing the double-breasted trench coat as always, paused, and slowly turned her head. , called out inscrutablely, "——Allen."

Allen...?

Both the rabbi and I were taken aback for a moment, and then we saw someone slowly coming out of the shadows and walking into the sunlight projected from the window.

He looked older than Neia, and was about the same age as the blond woman across from him. His long brown hair was loosely flowing, and he wore a pair of round eyes. He looked delicate and elegant.

But the appearance... is really similar to Allen.

"That..." Rabbi asked with some uncertainty, "Is it Allen?"

"Yes..." He paused, and then emphasized, "Is... our Allen?"

My lips moved, but before I could answer, I saw that Neia, who had always been unpredictable, suddenly rushed forward.

"So hurry up and teach her some common sense for me. If this continues, she will die! Please, Allen, as the heir of the scholar, you must be able to do it? I know! So please! Please—please— ——”

"Hey, Tim! Come and join us, please!"

What happened there after that, I didn't pay attention anymore - because I felt the rabbi's obvious emotional change.

"Scholar...the heir?" He blinked blankly, then he didn't know what to think, slowly turned his head, and looked at me, "When I was still at Noah's place, the one named "Sheryl "The person, indeed... seems to have mentioned that the old man lost his heir in the past..."

"But the heir... refers to Allen...?"

"So the old man and Allen knew each other a long time ago? But he never said it, and never showed it..."

The rabbi took a short breath, then ran his hand through his hair wildly with the hand that wasn't holding mine.

"Ah——I always feel that I can't understand more and more! I must ask him carefully when I go back later!"

I was also a little confused. When I turned around and looked over there, I saw four people sitting around the table at some point, and they talked about a word I had never heard before—the spiral of life.

"Life spiral?" Neia, who was lying on the table, repeated in doubt.

"The so-called □□ is just a container for the soul," the long-haired man named Allen nodded, "and the soul is what we call a part of the spiral of life."

"The source of all things in this world is composed of this life spiral."

"If there is no such spiral, the container will return to the original, completely disappear from this world, without any traces of its existence—and this is the absolute truth of this world, that is, the truth."

"To put it more simply, it is the spiral of life, which has the power to draw out all the possibilities of life, that is, the power to promote the hope and disaster of evolution—but then again, in that spiral, the one with the strongest energy," He said, looking at Neia, "It's the soul of the human being you hate the most."

Neia didn't speak, neither did Mana, and after a few seconds, it was the blond woman who had been silent all this time who asked the question.

"So when a person dies, they will return to... that spiral?"

"Yes," "Alian" 1.0 nodded, and he didn't know what to think of, and his tone suddenly became very light, "There, in the end, I will meet... the most wanted and dearest person."

"...But that will be a long time later," Neia interjected after hearing the words, "As for now, you two, don't even think about it."

Then the scene changed again, and the master, who seemed to have not seen him for a long time, appeared again.

"Long time no see, how is it? Has it worked?" Neia looked at the blond woman surrounded by talisman papers in the distance, and called out casually, "Uncle?"

"...It's disgusting to be called that by you." Master frowned in disgust.

"What's that going to be called? Your name out there? I wonder what it is—oh, Kloss Marian?"

The master ignored him, paused, exhaled white smoke, and answered the previous question indifferently: "You learn quickly."

"Huh? But?"

"But the eyes really don't look like Maggie at all," said the master, "it's not even half like that good old man in Farley's family."

"After all, the living environment is completely different-but I heard from my mother that you have the best relationship with your aunt? Because you were brought up by your aunt?"

"...I know you two brats are hiding something from me," the master answered irrelevantly, all expressions on his face disappeared in an instant, and he only glanced coldly at the person in the distance, "I'll just give you another She has three months, if she can't do it, then follow my way."

"It's okay," Neia paused, "Anyway... it's already finishing up."

I have almost learned everything that needs to be learned, I have also met people, and I have followed suit. It is indeed the end.

In the next scene, we came to a strange manor, and a luxurious carriage was parked in front of the gate of the manor—the white-haired woman who hadn’t gotten into the carriage was biting her lip and talking to a nearly 30-year-old man Saying goodbye.

"...Let's not talk about anything else, that driver," the rabbi seemed to force himself to turn his attention to the person sitting in front of the car, "could it be the one we... met in St. Helens before?" ?”

I thought about it, and decided to tell the truth: "It's him."

"Vlad, then...see you tomorrow."

But no matter how I diverted my attention, the white-haired woman's voice, which was so soft as if it had no bones, still floated into my ears, and I got goosebumps when I heard it.

The weakness and elegance in her gestures seemed natural, but her eyes were full of admiration and reluctance. She said a few more words, and waited for the man to hold her waist and send her half-supported and half-embraced into the carriage. , before leaving.

At the same time, I only felt that the rabbi held my hand tighter, paused, and insisted on turning around and hugging me for a few seconds, then wiped my waist like something dirty. After wiping, he let go angrily.

So... this is not happy?

But in fact, I also think it's very subtle, after all...I've never seen such a look on my face...not even when facing a rabbi.

Suddenly there was a strange nausea.

And the person who got into the car halfway felt the same way as me. As soon as Neia got into the car, he pretended to hold his stomach and put on a disgusted face. Picked it off.

"How about it?"

"It's tomorrow, everyone on the list will come back."

"Actually, I've told you before that there are many ways to get revenge, and there are even better ways," Neiato looked at her with a straight face, "If you come one by one, it will not only help increase the sense of panic, but also help them ...you can scare yourself to death."

"No," but the blond woman was unmoved at all, she just turned her head and looked at the dark tree shadows amidst the whistling wind outside the window, "Tomorrow."

As soon as she finished speaking, I suddenly had a certain premonition. Sure enough, the next second, the rabbi and I were pulled into a terrible scene——in it, the dark clouds were overwhelming the dark sky, and only The scene where there is a trace of blood-like red at the turn of the western sky, and the scene of crows sitting on the branches chirping in unison is far more weird than standing outside the picture.

And in the next second, everything was silent, except for the gradually rising, faintly