Fake Ancient God

A black shadow quickly swept away on the ground.

In the process of moving, nothing can become an obstacle to it, and everything is passed over.

Because it is just a shadow, sticking to the ground, will the shadow be blocked by tall buildings or street lights?

As if responding to some call, it has a clear goal, without the slightest pause, and goes towards its proper destination.

The closer it gets to a certain place, it can still be around, vaguely seeing its "companion", that is, another shadow, flying towards a certain destination at a speed faster than itself.

But gradually, its speed slowed down, as if it sensed something that made him hesitate.

It is wondering why.

Why do you have to follow the established route, like all other companions, to the same destination?

What benefit can that bring you?

Just because this is the fate of Shadow, are you doing the same with your other companions?

But when such doubts arose in its heart, the invisible sense of fate became stronger and stronger, urging or even manipulating it to move forward, and it must not turn back.

Only when you get to where the shadow is supposed to go, can you find your own existence value and gain the peace of mind of completing your mission.

However, this kind of strong manipulation seems to have aroused the "rebellious psychology" of this shadow.

It doesn't want to be manipulated, it doesn't want to be forced to do anything.

It feels that it is already a "mature shadow" and can make its own choices.

It wants to pursue, something called freedom.

Even if the invisible voice was telling himself strongly that freedom is a sin, and the end is only doomed.

But as a shadow that suddenly knows how to think, it still wants to have its own life.

Even if the ending is really deviant and beyond redemption, so what? A mature shadow should have the consciousness to face the death of his body when he makes a rebellious choice.

With this thought in mind, the shadow's movement became slower and slower, until it stopped at a fork in the road and stood still.

It suddenly felt that it was like those extreme sports people who wanted to die on the way to pursue their dreams.

He is only his own controller, and he does not harm other people. Then in this world, how can there be a reason that he cannot control his own life.

Doomsday is also one's own choice. The choice is always accompanied by awareness.

Although it doesn't know what an extreme sportsman is, there is no such word in this world, there are only some similar adventurers.

But it felt that he seemed to have the kind of awareness that even if he lacked arms and legs, even if his body fell, he could accept it calmly, and even laughed at himself.

Then why can't it go and choose its own life?

Just like...

The already free shadow, why is it only a smear of darkness on the ground, and can't touch the more exciting three-dimensional world?

Well, although it still doesn't know where the term three-dimensional world came from, it can probably understand its meaning.

As soon as this thought arises in my heart, I can see the motionless black shadow there, and it begins to surge gradually, just like boiling ink.

The juice kept splashing, getting higher and higher, and gradually converging into a vague figure.

The figure became clearer and clearer, and then the colors on his body also became clearer.

It is a little darker than the overall color of his body, but when viewed with the naked eye, it is no different from a real human being.

He raised his hand, looked at his palm, his fingertips swayed, and it was ridiculously flexible.

He breathed hard, feeling the coolness of the night, as well as the feeling of that breath reverberating in his body.

He looked around, and for the first time with the naked eye, he could appreciate the real and colorful appearance of this three-dimensional world.

Still standing at the fork in the road.

But that invisible power can no longer control him.

He looked to the left, and there was the destination where he was supposed to go, the inborn fate of the shadow.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze, he had already abandoned it.

He turned his head and looked back, where he came from, where his origin was.

But he still looked back, it seemed that Yuanyuan was not so attractive to him.

His eyes were on the right side that led to freedom and was no longer subject to any restraints.

There is an unknown place, a place where he can break away from his origin and his shadow fate, and roam freely.

Without any hesitation, he took the first step in his real life, leading into the unknown and exploring the world.

……

the other end.

Nie Yuan didn't know anything about the "shadow incident" in Pass Town at the moment.

He stared at the handwriting of truth in his hands, and felt a chill down his spine.

He wasn't shocked, just stood stiffly in place.

Because from the corner of his eye, he could see both sides of his shoulders, and there was nothing unusual at all.

Even if there were, Nancy and the Aztecs should have seen it long ago.

Aztec stepped forward and said, "Those two people were very wary of me, maybe because there were suddenly many strangers in the town, or because of the overall xenophobia in the town of Perth.

But I still asked something. They don't remember Adrien, nor do they remember that there was a house here. The things recorded in the archives are correct. "

After speaking, Aztec saw that Nie Yuan didn't answer him, and soon discovered the abnormality. Nie Yuan's expression... No, not only his expression, but his body was also a little stiff.

"What's the matter? Did you find anything?"

Aztec stepped forward again.

Nie Yuan finally made a move at this time. He looked down at Nancy and said:

"Nancy."

"Yep?"

Nancy raised her head as usual and gave him innocent looks.

"Come and sit on my neck, and I'll hold you."

"OK."

Without asking further, Nancy opened her arms straight towards Nie Yuan.

Nie Yuan put her on his neck with one hand and let her feet droop on his left and right shoulders.

"Oh~~"

Nancy's vision at the moment is completely different. She sits higher, sees more, and makes an "oh~~" sound.

However, this kind of voice is not like other children, sitting on the shoulders of brother or father, very excited and uttered.

Instead, it seemed that he had understood something, and he had a sudden realization.

I saw her two hands, lying on Nie Yuan's hair, looking down at the contents of the truth handwriting, extremely curious, and looked around.

Aztec also looked down and took the handwriting on the yellow paper into his eyes.

He was also stunned, and like Nancy, he raised his head and looked at Nie Yuan's figure a few times.

But unfortunately, none of the three found anything.

On Nie Yuan's shoulder, there was clearly only Nancy sitting alone. What kind of Edrie was there?

Nie Yuan had already learned the answer from the state of the two of them, but he still opened his mouth to confirm: "You haven't found anything, have you?"

Aztec shook his head and said, "Only Nancy, nothing else."

"Yep!"

Nancy agreed again.

Nie Yuan pondered for a while, then said: "Then I will try to ask another question to see if I can find more."

While speaking, the answer given by the truth's handwriting just now had completely dissipated the impact on him.

At first, I've changed from what I used to be. No matter what kind of monsters and monsters come, I'll wait for you with my fists first.

Just now, he found such an astonishing answer all of a sudden, and he didn't catch any strange things appearing in the corner of the light, which caught him off guard.

Just calm down.

Second come.

The God of Destruction himself sat on my shoulders and suppressed it.

What kind of evil do you dare to do wrong to me?

You don't even recognize your own mother!

Nie Yuan picked up the handwriting of truth in his hand and asked a second question:

"What is he doing on my shoulders?"

After I finished speaking, I folded the yellow paper again and didn't watch it for the time being~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When asking questions about the handwriting of truth, you don't need to be very meticulous. You can roughly tell or write what you want to express. .

Just like when Nie Yuan asked where Edrie was just now, he didn't know if Edrie had the same name in Perth Town. Even if he did, it would be fine.

Because the handwriting of truth is not thinking like a human being, but some kind of more advanced logic. Nie Yuan has used it so many times, but he can only comprehend it, but cannot understand it.

But he knew that if this thing had that kind of thinking, it would definitely be impossible to answer all kinds of obscure questions.

When you speak to it, it is more like you project a certain piece of thought directly to it, and language or writing is just a medium.

Just like insects receive a drop of pheromone from their companions, they can know where there is food, where there is danger, what the danger is, what is their mission today, and what is happening in the tribe.

In an instant, you can know the answers to many questions, and you don't need redundant communication.

If we use language and words to summarize the mystery of the handwriting of truth, it is meaningless.

So this time, Nie Yuan also directly asked "what is he doing on my shoulders", not "Baine Kingdom, Ruiyan City, Perth Town, the one who had an intersection with Karina 20 years ago, but now disappears. What is the missing Adri doing on my shoulders".

The handwriting of truth is fully perceptible when your attention is focused on it.

About four or five seconds passed, Nie Yuan sensed something, and spread out the yellow paper.

After seeing the above content, they were dumbfounded at first, and then fell into some kind of thinking.

Q: What is he doing on my shoulders?

A: Hold your legs.

What kind of posture is this?

Nie Yuan couldn't help but be surprised.