After the global recovery I crossed

Do you want to continue?

Naia maintained an inquiring tone, and made an incomprehensible movement of wiping her fingers.

The hazy electric light in the distance jumped even more violently, and the phosphorescence with ulterior motives was fiddled into a chaotic ball by him.

With sharp eyesight, he got a definite answer from the silent Lin Xingtao, so he suddenly smiled with satisfaction and said, "I know you didn't see the truth when you looked down from the throne last time, so, this time It is I who invited and welcomed you, and I should show you everything you want—get closer to me, and when you see your own death, don’t panic or laugh.”

Lin Xingtao soon understood why he said not to laugh.

Because in an infinite universe, there is always a death that is ridiculous and unexpected.

When Naia took Lin Xingtao to visit the worlds that are closest to the current Lin Xingtao, the funniest time was when the parts of the electric fan were disassembled and smashed into the trachea—corresponding to the previous memories of high school, but also There really is such an unlucky Lin Xingtao.

But not in the physics class, but in the Chinese class. In the first year of high school, when Lin Xingtao, who was sitting in the last row, "Peng" fell off his chair, the whole classroom was suddenly quiet.

The students were in a daze, and the teacher opened his mouth unconsciously.Then there was an uproar that should be uproarious, and a daze that should have continued.

A passage from "I and the Temple of Earth" was placed on the projection: "When a person is born, this is no longer a question that can be debated, but a fact entrusted to him by God; Time has already guaranteed its result by the way, so death is something that does not need to be rushed, and death is a festival that will inevitably come." The teacher interpreted this sentence, it means that people will always die, and the author began to be open-minded. meaning of death.

But Lin Xingtao's death did not come as scheduled, but it was impossible to prevent.

His injuries didn't look that serious, at least a few of his close classmates could still joke with him, but when Zhao Yanjia rushed to him in panic, he was only a teenager wearing a school uniform, his pupils were dilated nothing.

Of course, the blood couldn't be pressed no matter how hard it was, and the ambulance didn't come halfway through because it was no longer breathing, and they needed to pick up other critical patients.

No matter how irritable Zhao Yanjia yelled, called, begged for help... the young life died cleanly.

"Dad, save Taotao... I don't know, the fan in the classroom suddenly..."

"Taotao! Taotao! Look at mom! Do you want to leave mom alone!"

Grandpa was at a loss on the other end of the phone, so he had to comfort her over and over again: "The helicopter has passed, bringing the best doctor in the country, and soon, Yanjing will arrive there soon..."

Everyone knew that at the moment Lin Xingtao stopped breathing, both Zhao Yanjia and Lin Xingtao were hopeless.

How could it be possible to laugh.

Standing behind Zhao Yanjia, Lin Xingtao lowered his eyes, and the blood-red gem was shaking.

Naia turned her head to look at Lin Xingtao's expression, as if she saw that Lin Xingtao couldn't bear to look any longer, and dragged him to the next funeral.

This time the process of dying was omitted, it was really just a funeral.

In this world, Gaspard devoured the evil god and became a god on earth, but Lin Xingtao was not an evil god, he was just an ordinary human being who was raised under the care of Gaspard and never suffered any harm. Normal death after divine power can no longer sustain life.

Therefore, the death this time should be less sad, and the nobles and bishops at the funeral did not deliberately maintain a solemn atmosphere.

Gradually they gathered together, and the conversation turned away from the funeral to praise of Gaspard's majesty and all kinds of great deeds.

Here, Gaspard is everyone's belief and the pillar of the country. Compared with Lin Xingtao, who has not performed miracles in another world for a long time, he, the god of the earth who has done his best, should be so enthusiastically sought after by people.

Lin Xingtao, or Louis, was lying in the crystal coffin, and his youthful face became another proof that people praised His Majesty the Pope.

When the funeral began, when the hymn rang three times, people with high positions in the country and the church could not wait for the Pope.

So they set off in a hasty search.

Some of them speculated whether the pope had been overwhelmed and there was a problem.

But people immediately recalled: the Pope has not been different from usual in the past few days, except that he talks a lot less-but he only talks more to His Royal Highness Louis on weekdays.

They were still worried, and searched every place the Pope liked to go, and even broke into some rooms that no one dared to approach on weekdays, but they found nothing.

They looked at the rooms where Louis had been, and wondered what His Majesty was doing at this time—is His Royal Highness Louis' body still here?

On the street, a painter named Eugen was wandering.

He also wished he could be invited to a funeral full of nobles and bishops, but he didn't have the qualifications yet.

He wondered why there were so many anxious patrolmen on the street, and found that he had reached the edge of a slum at some point.

He spotted a disheveled figure with a dusty coat on the side of the stone-stacked steps.

When he sensed that someone was approaching, the figure numbly rolled his eyes, and the brim of his hat was loose, revealing the perfect face that had been praised by countless poets and shouted by countless painters that could not be painted.

Eugen is obviously also one of those painters. Before that, he only squeezed in the crowd and stood on tiptoe to catch a quick glimpse of His Majesty's appearance. With his vague memory and exhaustive imagination, he drew a few portraits. , so it has a little reputation in the local area.

His most famous one was even bought back by a great nobleman - so much so that he was worried about why he was not invited by the church or the nobles to attend the funeral of His Royal Highness Louis, because that painting was His Royal Highness Louis and the dazzling Pope His Majesty.

So he never imagined that one day, the Pope, who is shoulder to shoulder with the gods, would sit alone on the stone in a daze, covered in dust, looking at the children curiously, with a blank expression on his face.

He just sat there alone, as if there was a layer of distance between him and the mortals. The children did not dare to go forward, and the painter only dared to wait behind him, until the parents of the children in the distance called the children to go home, and the last trace of noise disappeared. scattered.

The painter gently put away his painting tools and walked around in front of him. "Your Majesty..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Because the painter found that he was crying, weeping silently, no different from any mortal who lost his love.

The knights finally found this place, Gaspard slowly got up, took off the dusty coat, revealing the clean and gorgeous clothes underneath.

However, the painter noticed the scars on the pope's body under the thin clothes with sharp eyes.Of course there was a slight omission - the button seemed, perhaps, to be undone.

The painter thought, who knows what the pope did to prolong the life of that one.

If you can live forever, who wants to let the one you love die, even if it is the normal end of life?

And after all, the one you love dies first, but you cannot easily follow.

The convoy left slowly, the painter watched Gaspard's hunched and quiet back, and couldn't help shouting: "Your Majesty, I drew a picture of His Highness Louis, which should be in the hands of a certain duke." Here, they all say I draw very well!"

Lin Xingtao and Naia followed the convoy, mingled with the spontaneously following crowd, stepping on the flower petals thrown by the people on both sides of the road.

They heard Gaspard reply calmly: "I know, it hangs in my room."

Naiya condescendingly took some flowers from the people's baskets, wove them into a wreath with ingenuity, and threw them on the head of a horse.

The horse snorted and looked suspiciously at the two inhuman guys who were out of place in the crowd, and one of them was black and golden and threw a flower at it.

At this moment, Gaspard here might have supernatural powers, sensed something, and suddenly turned around.

However, Naia quickly pulled Lin Xingtao onto the huge head.

Since Lin Xingtao couldn't bear to see how sad Zhao Yanjia was, he certainly couldn't bear to see how painful Gaspard was.

Naia was on top of the head, and did not let go of Lin Xingtao's hand, but clenched it slightly harder to attract Lin Xingtao's attention.

He called Lin Xingtao's name in an inaudible whisper.

That way of thinking is very similar to calling the name of God.

However, Lin Xingtao felt the beating of Pharaoh's heart from his dry skin. If this beating is placed on a young man, it will inevitably lead to some deep-seated words buried in his heart.

Naia said: "In the days when you were not by my side, I participated in these tearful funerals again and again, and I often looked up at other people in the crowd hugging or crying alone. I cast a glance at you in the world, sometimes I see you make a lot of new friends, sometimes I see you parting with friends, sometimes I see you go to death, more often I think you don’t want me to peep, so I waved down the stars in the sky and hid my sight, only wishing that the endless starry sky would embrace you instead of me."

"In the name of other gods, I admit that I am used to finding peace of mind in this kind of peeping—only you, and only you who stand side by side with me are the most reassuring and loving to me, because I know that you and the gods and I are eternal— —Of course, soon it will be just you and me.”

"Do you agree with me? I mean the gods withdraw from you and me—if you write the names of the gods."

He seems to reveal his purpose through a few heart-wrenching foreshadowings.

"You have also seen the end of death. You are not afraid of death yourself, but you have relatives and friends who care about you, just as I care about you—the gods will eventually know my betrayal. In the tumbling of ignorance, they occasionally They will also vigilantly summon their messengers—our time and opportunities are limited, and it is better to write down the names of the gods than to be annihilated under the mighty power of the gods before you write, leaving only me and the infinite universe Weep with those you care about."

After a while, he pursed the corners of his lips, moved closer to Lin Xingtao, and whispered in Lin Xingtao's ear, announcing in an arrogant tone that would make one think he was gnashing his teeth: "Okay then, let's continue."

The author has something to say: Naia: Well, increase the intensity.

Seriously, do you think Naia is kind or malicious, would you believe his words...