Mystery: The whole good living master

"You're here? You shouldn't have come."

It was dark.

"I'm already here."

The huge, blood-red setting sun slowly set, dyeing the entire sky dim.

"You're here after all."

The white-painted window frames cut the world into a flowing painting.

"I'm here after all."

Crunch, crunch, the sound of someone chewing something echoed in my ears, it was crisp and creepy.

"What are you here for?"

As they confronted each other, in the windless room, there was unexpectedly an atmosphere of whistling wind and cold water.

"Just to make some soy sauce."

With a click, the light was turned on, and the room was suddenly illuminated in white. Seinnetel looked at Mu Fange speechlessly.

"Where did you learn that from Russell?"

Mu Fange shrugged. This scene was so suitable that he couldn't help but feel the urge to act.

Then he noticed a large plate of tempting orange-red fruits on the table, which looked like cherry tomatoes, a little smaller than strawberries, with smooth, shiny skin, as clear as gems.

"Have you figured it out?" Mu Fange picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth - almost breaking his teeth.

Like chewing a large piece of rock candy, it is indeed the sweetest thing in the world, but it is obviously a gem rather than a berry.

Mu Fange opened his mouth, and orange-yellow gemstone fragments fell out with a crackling sound: "No, try it yourself and see if it's edible."

"What's the problem?" Sennettl chewed the food with a crunching sound like he was eating potato chips.

"It's too hard!" Mu Fangge shook his head.

"Gemberry, how can it be a gem if it's not hard?" Seannetel said as a matter of course.

"The point is not the gems! Change it to a taste similar to blueberries and crisp persimmons. No astringency, and make it a little sweeter!"

"Do you want it to be sweeter?"

Thanenetl sighed sadly and mourned the loss of his rest time.

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"So what are you doing here?"

Seinnetel looked at Mu Fange unhappily as he wandered around his office, touching here and knocking there.

Mu Fan Ge also took it for granted: "Didn't I ask you to help me make equipment before?"

"You really dare to ask for it..." Seinnetel held his forehead in silence. He could only say that he was worthy of being called Amon. He was too shameless...

(It has nothing to do with Amon, it’s just Mu Fan Ge who is thick-skinned)

"What functions do you want?" Sean pulled out a pencil and made notes in a hand-sewn bound notebook.

"It's so good, you can even order food?"

Mu Fan Ge winked at him in an annoying way, and as expected, he got a cold shoulder from Seinnetl.

"Then I want one... but it's divided into two halves, with two parts, each in two different hands."

Mu Fange gestured with his hands as he spoke, which made people wonder if he would lose the ability to speak if his hands were tied.

"Suppose you wear one and I wear the corresponding other. If someone comes to assassinate you, the damage you suffer will be transferred to me, and I can locate you at any time... Do you understand?"

Sean nodded, "I see. Do you want to redirect Adam's attack back when he hits you?"

“Oh, no…” Mu Fange waved his hand: “It’s not for killing Adam. I have other uses for it.”

Sennetel looked at his watch and motioned for Mu Fange to continue.

"I want more... that is, spirituality, yes... spirituality. Is there anything that can allow people to possess infinite spirituality?" Mu Fange's eyes sparkled.

Sennetel suspected that Amon, who was pretending to be innocent, was here to cause trouble.

"Where's the guard? Someone come! Show the guest out!" Sean shouted loudly.

Mu Fan Ge immediately stole Sean's voice and covered his mouth with his hand. "Die to Pu! Die to Pu! I'll say it again, can I say it again?"

"Is there a kind that you wear one and I wear one, and it can transmit your spirituality to me?"

"Now I understand. Do you want to use Adam's spirit to kill Adam?" Sennetel looked at Mu Fange with a look that said "I don't think so."

Mu Fange covered his head and said, "Hey, stop staring at Adam. I told you it's for other purposes!"

"Anything else?" Sennetel looked at Mu Fange with great impatience. How could an ordinary Amon be so annoying?

"I want more... Yes! If your condition is very bad, I can transfer your debuff to myself. Do you understand?" Mu Fangge asked tentatively.

Sennetel rolled his eyes: "I can do it, I can do it, but I don't understand the meaning of you doing this. How can this thing kill Adam?"

Mu Fange raised another finger: "Also, these three functions must be made one-way and irreversible!"

"That still...wait..." Sennetel looked down at the notebook and stopped talking.

After a long time, he looked up.

"Damage transfer, spiritual sharing, status imprint..." Sennetel knocked on the table: "These three functions put together..."

He looked up at Mu Fange with a cold face and said, "Tell me what you want to do."

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“I want to do an experiment.”

Mu Fange answered, as if he had come up with a very common idea - his last common idea was to send Amon's clone to reversely pollute the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Thanenetl's index finger tapped the table like a timer.

"You want to change your fate? If...if I'm not mistaken..." Sean weighed it and said, "You should know about fatalism, right?"

Mu Fan Ge memorized this simple political knowledge point by heart, and he would not forget it even after many years: "I know that the fate that has been anchored by the world is predetermined and cannot be changed by external intervention."

"What about you?" Knowingly doing it, the corners of Sennetel's mouth twitched.

Sean shook the notebook that Mu Fange requested, "You should understand that if someone must die, it will be ineffective if you want to use this to save him."

"I completely understand. You are reluctant to kill Adam. You want to use this to preserve Adam while resurrecting the ancient sun god." Sennetel showed an expression of "I see."

Mu Fange was confused: "No! It's not Adam. Why do you keep holding on to Adam? This has nothing to do with Adam!"

Sainnetel didn't listen to Mu Fange at all. He wiped his non-existent tears and kept muttering, "What a touching love. So is this orthopedics or parent-child dinner?"

"Wait a minute... Is this something that can be said directly? Your thinking is too ancient, isn't it? What did Russell teach you?" Mu Fangge opened his mouth, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Sainnetel patted Mu Fange's shoulder in a comforting manner: "Yes, I understand."

"What do you know? What is there for you to know? Listen to me!" Mu Fangge went crazy.

Sennetl suggested: "But you don't have to let Adam survive. You can wait for the ancient sun god to be resurrected and let your father give you another brother~"

Mu Fan Ge began to regret not bringing a few Amons with him, so that they could all be helpless together. Listen, what does "ask your father to give you another brother" mean? Is it too late for me to apply for the translation of Dutan language into Chinese?

"Although, I still want to make it clear... this matter has nothing to do with Adam... Maybe it has something to do with him, but it's not the kind of relationship you imagine..."

Mu Fange was referring to the 0-08 feather pen in the Tingen incident, which might be related to Adam.

But this matter has nothing to do with the chaotic love-hate relationship of the ancient Sun God family! Absolutely not!

Sennetl sighed: "It's nothing, actually. People are always young and don't believe in anything. They always think that as long as they work hard, they will be rewarded and they can save the people they want to save."

Sennetel gave the frank Amon a life philosophy in a serious tone: "But you will soon find that it is meaningless to be stubborn in the face of separation. Instead of struggling, tangling, and being furious in meaningless places, it is better to cherish the time you have together now."

Mu Fange couldn't hold it in any longer: "What you said makes sense...but that's not what I meant..."

"Oh, it's not shameful. You need to be honest about your feelings!" Sennetel began to pat Mu Fange's shoulder with the attitude of an experienced person.

Mu Fangge felt pain in his shoulder and felt very powerless against that unreasonable guy.

"It's okay to face the feelings, but it's not Adam! Where did Adam come from? And I want to do an experiment, do you understand? Experiment? Not to save anyone!"

"Believe me, it's easy to make something that ties the fate of two people together, but this thing can't be used for any experiments, and you don't have to sacrifice your life for love under the guise of an experiment~" Saennetel smiled and pretended that he didn't understand what people were saying: "It will be very troublesome to pick out the dead Amon mixed in with the materials for the resurrection of the ancient sun god, so you can't sacrifice your life for love."

"Why is the ancient sun god involved again? I don't intend to die for love!" Mu Fange is not a love-brained person. He believes that he will not die for love.

"Then why do you want Cospre and the other two to be strung together? Do you want to try being doubly killed by fate?" Sennettl raised his hand and grabbed Mu Fange's collar, pressing him on the table with a dull thud.

"Has anyone ever told you that your Russell accent is terrible?" Mu Fange thought for a long time before realizing what "Cospree", which was out of place in the Dutan language, meant.

"No one dares to say it." Sean raised his head proudly.

"You are quite self-aware... Are you so afraid of fate? No, aren't you overreacting a little?" Mu Fange's face was pressed against the table, with the plate of jewel berries against his nose. He tried to get up, but Sennetl's hand held him down tightly.

"Fate... there's no need to be afraid of it... we're just following fate."

Sennetel let go of Mu Fange and he stood up. The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated his face, which was extremely blurry, as if he had no facial features.

The strange sight disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a burst soap bubble.

"Tell me about your experiment."

"If you just want to experience death, I can help you quickly taste the results of the experiment."

Mu Fange subconsciously felt that something seemed to be wrong, but that shouldn't be important.

Mu Fange began to make a big promise: "Think about it, since the fate anchored by the world cannot be changed, what if the fate is changed?"

"Destiny cannot be changed. This is a law, a law that exists at the bottom of the world." Sennetel stated with certainty and affirmation.

"Let me put it another way. Suppose there are two worlds here, and these two worlds are exactly the same, then how do you prove that these are two worlds?" Mu Fange asked.

Sean refused to cooperate: "There are absolutely no two worlds that are exactly the same. Even parallel lines in the same world are different. You obviously already know the answer. It is meaningless to spend your whole life proving this axiom."

"It made sense to me, and I wanted to be sure of something."

Sennetel looked at Mu Fange calmly. He stopped laughing - for some reason he could never laugh when facing Amon.