I Have 48 Hours a Day

When everyone left the house, the old shaman waved to Zhang Heng.

The latter approached her, Kuna still looked at Zhang Heng's eyes, which became more complicated. After a while, she stretched out a hand, instructing Zhang Heng to put her palm in her hand.

The palms of the two fit together. Kunaju's hands are only half the size of Zhang Heng, and they are very thin, holding like a piece of wood, but unexpectedly very warm.

Zhang Heng took the old shaman's hand, and his vision changed in the next moment. He was still in the room of Kunaju, but there was a huge figure in the direction of the left hand side near the satellite TV.

It was a snow-white polar bear sitting on the floor with his head about to reach the ceiling.

Zhang Heng knew that this should be the guardian spirit of Ku Naju, Gumuk, but the latter now looks a little slack, and there is a large bowl wound on the abdomen, which not only oozes blood outward, but also the surface of the wound Already rotted.

The polar bear's expression seemed very painful, and his body was trembling, and when Zhang Heng looked at him, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he shrunk towards Kunaju.

"Sorry, it has just been shocked and hasn't relieved yet." Kunayu's voice came from Zhang Heng's ear, but this time Zhang Heng could understand the old shaman's words without a translator. .

It seemed to know what old shaman he was thinking and explained, "We are in a state of psychic and communicate directly through the mind, just like my usual communication with Gumok, crossing the language barrier."

"I have seen a game prop before, but it also has a role in this respect."

"Game props?" Kuna Ju's expression looked puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Zhang Heng tried it and found that the old shaman didn't seem to know the game of the gods or the existence of the player, and because of the relevant regulations, Zhang Heng couldn't explain it to her. Fortunately, Kuna did not Keep asking.

She brought the topic directly to the topic, "Arexia just asked me what I saw in that dream. I didn't tell the truth, because what I saw was too scary and unbelievable."

"What do you see?"

"I saw that you destroyed Greenland, where our ancestors lived, and then destroyed the whole world, spreading terror to every corner of human civilization, everything I saw was burning, people chased and killed each other, and at the same time they were full of heart joy."

"Is that why you held the gun before the hand under the sofa?" Zhang Heng asked.

The old shaman was startled, "have your observation ability been so good?"

"I thought you would pull out the gun when we shook hands."

"I did think so," the old shaman said frankly. "It must be admitted that this is a very tempting idea. If you kill someone, you can stop it. Many people will choose to gamble, although I know that my hope of success is not great."

"Why did you give up halfway again? You don't seem to be a person who can take care of yourself. Being a shaman of the tribe, you should also put the interests of the tribe first."

"I was scared, if you are there, you will understand where my fear comes from," Kuna looked at Zhang Heng's eyes, "I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of going crazy, and live to me Years, many things that seemed terrible when I was young no longer bother me, let alone I know where my soul will go after death, Gumok will come to pick me up, it means eternal peace, I can accept this Ending, but... but watching the people around me die in front of me one by one, all the things I have been guarding have vanished, and everyone I know has become a demon, which is really beyond what I can bear The limit."

"I can understand your worries." Zhang Hengdao said, "I will also choose to gamble if I am in your position."

"No, I shouldn't do this," Kuna shook her head. "From the first moment I met you, I knew you were a good boy."

"Frankly speaking, shaman, you don’t know me. I may not be a bad person, but it’s definitely not a good person. My hands are also covered with blood. The vast majority of these blood comes from villains, but there are also Some people...even if they have committed wickedness, but their sins will not die, let alone some of them may be innocent. When a group of people swarms up, I won’t turn over their lives one by one. On the resume, the bullets are not long-eyed, evil or kind. In the end, their hearts will stop breathing after being penetrated by the bullets, and everyone is equal," Zhang Heng calmly said.

"Everyone in this world has a different definition of a good person. I do not understand your past, but I can feel the kindness in your heart to this world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if you don’t even notice this kindness, Yes, but you are the son of your mother, although I still don’t understand how your mother created you, but there is her blood in your body, there is no doubt, otherwise my blessing is impossible Effective."

Kuna paused, "I told my students to follow the flow and do not force everything, but these are bullshit. If you kill someone, you can save the world and protect my people. I don’t mind being a devil. , But if I’m wrong, if... I’m not destroying the devil, but creating a devil by my own hands? You helped me, just a few minutes ago, awaken me from that horrible nightmare, a little earlier Time, you rescued my students from the hands of those fanatics, and turned my head to point at you with a gun, pull the trigger on you... I suddenly realized that maybe this is the evil spirit wishing me or this What other people in the world do, kill a part of your body that belongs to people a little bit."

"I can understand that this is not a personal grudge."

"No, don't underestimate the impact of this world on you, child, no matter how hard-hearted you are, we are part of the world, what you do is changing the world, and the world no longer feedbacks you all the time, Kindness is like a weak flower. It does not appear there for no reason, nor can it grow alone. It needs someone to take care. If a good person gives kindness to the world, but the harvest is all malicious, Then the flowers in his heart will gradually wither. Instead of betting on your knife or my bullet, I would be more willing to bet that the flower in your heart will not wither no matter what happens, and all I have to do is to It poured the first spoonful of water."

Zhang Heng Wenyan also fell into silence, and after a moment he looked up, "Thank you, shaman."