【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The flame in the heart of the furnace was bigger than the girl imagined. The surrounding vegetation, no, there was actually no vegetation around it, only the carbonaceous matter left behind after the fire had driven away life.

In addition, I don’t know if it was an hallucination caused by the girl not having a good night’s sleep in the past two days——

This flame should obviously be bright, but at this moment it is extremely dark. It is clearly so bright that it is dazzling, but it cannot shine through. It is as if it is wrapped in layers by something, and it can only shine in a sealed box. Called Roar.

"..."

The girl's intuition was wrong and she tentatively approached the heart of the furnace——

It's the evil spirit.

No, it’s not so much the evil spirit as it is the malice coming from the demon god and countless dead beings.

Overwhelming malice.

Just taking a few steps closer, invisible malice wrapped around her neck and ankles, making it impossible for her to breathe or escape.

The girl has never felt such unforgettable "hate" and "despair". With these two emotions as the dominant force, she can't even feel the slightest fluctuation. She only feels that she is standing on an island that is no more than a square inch. In front of her is Behind the volcano with splashing lava is an abyss so dark that no light or shadow can be seen.

He activated the elemental power, trying to disperse the chill, but it seemed to stimulate the growth of malice. After the black mist wrapped around the flames in the hearth was hit by the pure white elemental power, it was originally dead silent and malice seemed to be foraging for food. The wolves came out in full force, exposing their bloody mouths at the girl.

"Oops--"

The girl tried to cut off the haunting spirit that was holding her, but she felt like a knife was cutting into the flowing water. After cutting it off, a steady stream of malice would immediately rush towards her, as if the whole person was falling into a torrent. In the deep river, she had no support even under her feet, and could only let the cold and sticky stuff slowly spread over her mouth and nose.

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"..."

"As you can see, Mr. Curiouser."

Escher looked at the heart of the furnace, which was burning more vigorously:

"There's no one here."

"Such a big fire, if you were burned to death, there wouldn't be any traces left."

"But I have learned a bit about trace detection. Perhaps we can deduce how she got to the heart of the furnace - if she did go."

"If it were you, what possibilities would you expect?"

Escher's voice was low and beguiling. His large, seemingly comforting hand squeezed Qingqi's shoulder and moved to the side. Then he walked to Qingqi's head, and held Qingqi's head with his open palm. The top of the person's head, towards the pier.

On the sea, there is a ship - it has probably sailed away for a while, but the curious can clearly see the brown hull of the ship and the white traces trailing on the stern.

However, Tatarsha has not been open to trade for a long time.

What result does he expect?

Was he expecting Miss Moon, who was always gentle and always just in his memory, and represented all the bright sides of his world, who actually betrayed him several times, used him, and finally made up lies to leave him? Or was he looking forward to the selfish and crazy person in other people's mouths? , the cold liar Zhouyou finally sacrificed his life to the burning monster in front of him.

What is he looking forward to?

It seemed that none of them were the results he expected.

"...Since she is your lover, which outcome do you expect?"

"I?"

Escher seemed to laugh:

"You shouldn't ask me. After all, as a lover, you will be soft-hearted again and again."

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"fraud."

"Holy Mother."

"egotistical."

"Stupid, selfish -"

"fraud."

This is the malice that exists in girls.

There are also all kinds of unpleasant malice that stand on her appearance.

She didn't understand why these things that she was originally proud of could become a gap for her to be attacked.

In their opinion, outstanding appearance seems to be a girl's capital for dominance. She seems to be able to overcome all difficulties with one face and get everything easily.

"..."

In the darkness, the girl was silent, but the world showed no sign of becoming quiet.

"If I had a face like hers, I could definitely do better than her, right?"

"You are just a little girl, how dare you become a teacher to educate us?"

"Except for his face, he has no redeeming features."

"Why is she so nice to me? But I can't control such a beautiful woman - I don't know what she was doing before she lost her memory."

"Oh, it's even possible that she doesn't have amnesia at all and is just looking for a reason to be good, right?"

"Damn woman, what do you think we are—"

"Huh, I know people, faces but not hearts."

"Is she amazing? Just a woman."

"You know how to deceive everyone with your clever words and charming words."

"Why is she free from illness, disaster, and carefree? Why isn't she in the same pain as me?"

"Her life is too easy -"

"Why does she always talk so self-righteously? Why does she always interfere in other people's affairs for no reason? Has anyone begged her to do that?"

"As long as I...I can definitely do better than her, right?"

This is human malice.

In many cases, there is no special reason, just like annoying weeds, the more barren the land, the more crazy they will grow.

"..."

Sure enough, anyone who suffers ill will will inevitably feel uncomfortable, even a girl who feels she has a clear conscience.

"That's what 'people' are."

I don't know whose voice sounded in the girl's mind, with a touch of sneer and sadness, but more importantly, a kind of indifference and simplicity that had been squeezed by time.

This feeling--!

The girl looked up and turned around in a circle, feeling a little helpless. She found that the surroundings were still pure black. However, when she looked up the next time, she saw old and simple eyes.

She has seen it.

But this time it wasn't just a flash. She could look into that eye, and she could clearly see that eye's bark-like skin with climbing lizard-like patterns; she could see the deep depression, Layers of eyelids; you can see a flash of firework-like color in the silver-gray eyes, and the black hole-like pupil in the center and around the black hole, like scattered fragments after the space-time tunnel is penetrated, scattered here In his rigid eyes.

These are definitely not human eyes, nor are they like the eyes of any creature known to the girl so far.

Or maybe this is not an eye at all, but the gaze of thousands of creatures in this time.