Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

After taking a few steps, it jumped up.

The moment it jumped up, Xia Long also stood up suddenly, holding the Tucker team's pistol in his hand. The power of this gun was enough to kill the alien with one shot.

But when Xia Long saw the guy's true form, his pupils shrank slightly, and his hand was already on the trigger, but he didn't pull the trigger in a split second.

Xia Long hid when he heard the footsteps. He simply relied on the blind spot when he entered the ward and squatted on the other side of the bed.

And now the person jumping in the air and pausing above the hospital bed was none other than the girl.

The outside of her body was emitting a white light with a blue edge. Under the white dress was a body that was healthier than her actual body on the hospital bed. Her long black hair was fluttering in the wind, and her face seemed to be unaware of anything, with a faint smile, a fairy-like smile.

Xia Long took big steps backwards, and the girl bumped into the body on the bed. Nothing happened, the fluorescence disappeared, and the flying fairy-like girl merged into the fragile body on the bed, like a drop of water merging into the sea.

Xia Long kept his gun raised and motionless.

He held the gun for several seconds, but other than that there was no movement, no footsteps, no singing, and no sudden appearance of resentment and scarlet alien.

He walked quickly forward and closed the open door to prevent the air in the ward from coming into contact with the air outside over a large area.

Although Xia Long was very confused about what was going on, it was obvious that something had returned to the girl's body. So if he explored it again at this time, would he be able to find something different?

He felt that he could find it, and he felt that he should find it.

Although it may not be a good idea to use common sense of earthlings to analyze alien matters...but whether it is hypothetical or practical, it is obviously not normal for a person who should be sleeping to have his soul escape from his body while his body is sleeping and to be dancing and singing.

This represents, in a double sense, the distance between them and the approach of death.

So did that just now mean that the soul has returned?

Xia Long approached the girl and took a deep breath. He glanced back at the closed door. There was still only the noise of the machines in the ward, as if everything that had just happened was a dream.

Xia Long lowered his head and put his forehead against the girl's forehead.

He could feel the slightly cool touch of that pale skin and he closed his eyes.

Xia Long once said that through resentment one can see the past memories of the owner of the resentment.

Resentment is an imprecise term he used himself, but let’s just use it as it is.

On Ian's planet, the extremely hateful Xia Long once created Lebinabil, which was beyond imagination. It was a super beast that materialized the resentment and negative emotions of the entire planet, a super beast that had never appeared before.

However, in order to create this kind of super beast, in addition to the raw materials, what proportion of the ability of the person doing it is required?

At that time, Xia Long did this with his own will, not relying on the power of the Yabo people.

If we assume that it only takes one bad day to shape a person, then that day was the worst day for Xia Long.

His soul was bathed in the negative emotions of countless people, his memory was penetrated and washed away by the memories of others, his ears were filled with thousands and tens of thousands of indescribable whispers of hatred, and his inside was exposed and leaked. Under this pressure, Xia Long was trying to piece together Lebinabil, and only by relying on hatred could Xia Long do that.

It was like the soul was being cut into pieces, peeled away by blades made of ice until the bones were exposed.

In that situation, Xia Long kept carving out the image of Lebinabil. In the process, Xia Long seemed to no longer be himself, but a spokesperson for Ian's pure negative emotions.

Therefore, when Xia Long knew that the Yabo people intended to destroy Ian and collect more resentment, he had enough authority and ability to issue the only order to Lebinabir.

'Go to space, destroy the invaders, and never come back.'

Knowing that disobeying this order would take time and curb Lebinibir's resistance, Yabo decided to decisively leave Xialong, who had squeezed him to the end, and took Lebinibir with him to kill all the fleets with laughter and joy, and then rushed straight into the sea of ​​​​the universe.

When it comes to bearing other people's memories, other people's sorrow, other people's emotions, no one is better than Xia Long.

Xia Long looked intently at the strange space he had come to.

In a room that looked like a high-end apartment, luxuriously decorated, there was a little girl with her back to Xia Long, clumsily playing a toy piano. The toy piano emitted a single, unmelodious note.

Is it kindergarten, or when?

The girl is so young.

In the empty room, the girl played the toy piano clumsily by herself.

Time is changing, and the seasons can be seen in the scenery around us.

In the blink of an eye, the girl went to elementary school, and from then on, she formally attended piano classes taught by professional teachers.

Many of her classmates fell behind after just a few days of class, but the girl was naturally among those who persisted. Moreover, the teacher was soon amazed at her talent and showed appreciation on her face when she saw her young fingers flying on the piano.

She also heard her parents and teachers, who stood in the distance listening and watching her whispers.

"This kid has the talent to be a professional pianist."

"If we continue this trend, it is not impossible to win a prize in the competition."

Occupation…pianist, what is that?

The girl vaguely realized that it was a life where she had to make a living by playing the piano, and simply playing music was enough to make adults look happy and gain praise and recognition.

When her parents asked her if she was interested in the piano, the girl didn't yet understand what it meant to her life, so she nodded calmly.

There are many important choices and disagreements in life that cannot be discovered all at once. Only after many years have passed, you will realize that it was that inadvertent nod that shaped your life from then on.

Xia Long stood behind the girl and watched her nod in agreement silently. Xia Long could only see her parents' faces but not the girl's face.

From then on, the girl studied under a new teacher and began to learn everything about the piano more rigorously.

What the teacher said about her talent was not false. Among her peers, only the girl seemed to play in a unique style and possessed a more different spirituality.

After participating in a competition among her peers and even winning a prize on her first try, the girl was dubbed a 'child prodigy'.

However, the girl was actually a little confused about where the title of "child prodigy" came from.

Because the girl was practicing the piano all the time for the competition, playing for hours on end. She played so much that she became bored and doubtful about the things she loved. She was so nervous that she felt her stomach aching just before going on stage.

In this way, she played the competition song and won the first place in fear. Although the girl was happy, she also felt some unexpected pressure.

Therefore, facing the title of child prodigy, it was difficult for the girl to feel happy for a while.

Neither of the parents are professionals in music, but after learning that their daughter has the ability to win awards, they finally realized what kind of talent the girl has based on her actual achievements.

It is not a dream that the girl can really become a professional pianist and perform a concerto with a first-class orchestra in the future. If we do not cultivate this talent of the girl, will it be a waste and an obstacle to her life?

From then on, the girl began to attend a real music school and participate in various competitions.

Her talent blossomed and she even traveled long distances to compete in other places, and she always won first place in every competition. She lived up to the name of a child prodigy.

Xia Long was still behind the girl, watching how she played the beautiful music in her dignified and elegant dress.

After she left her seat and saluted, the stage was empty and Xia Long sat in the seat in front of the piano and tried to play the piano.

It was clearly a false memory, but he seemed to still be able to sense the girl's body temperature in the air, as well as the lingering sound of the piano.

Not many people pursue a career in music.

Some of my former piano study partners have already given up.

"In this world, sometimes you want to forget everything." A girl she knew said, spreading her hands and staring, "You know, I participated in several competitions, but I didn't win or get any ranking, so I suddenly thought, maybe it would be better to just give up."

Dozens of guys who have dedicated almost their entire lives to the piano gather together to compete, with vague criteria used to determine the ranking. They practice day and night, with the gazes of their relatives and teachers in the audience entangled on their fingers, and they will be exhausted after even playing a single movement.

The girls' competition songs were always carefully selected, and they spent hundreds of hours practicing each song.

But sometimes, she felt that she had reached her limit.

It seems that my life from childhood to adulthood has been completely occupied by the piano.

She wanted to choose a piece she liked, not one that would easily win a prize.

She definitely put a lot of effort into her training, but she was not the winner that time.

Her parents comforted her.

“I think music has only two kinds of value: one is the willingness to listen to it again, and the other is the opposite. Even if your song doesn’t win, at least many people, including us, are willing to listen to it again.”

The girl looked at her palm lines and spoke slowly.

"I want to...try again."

The girl determined to try again, but it was impossible.

Before the next competition, the girl fell ill.

variable immunodeficiency (CVID) and Mycobacterium avium infectious disease (MAC).

It was impossible to play the piano.

It was even difficult for her to move freely. As her condition worsened, a catheter was inserted into the vein in her chest. Because of the frequent infusions and the long periods of time she had to lie in bed, her body began to wither.

Year by year.

The pair of hands that the pianist had carefully maintained were now as flat as dry branches.

The girl could only stay in the hospital bed for a long time, gazing at the scenery outside the window.

When the sun rises, it rises from the edge of the city, driving away the cold darkness. Everything is reflected in the newly born golden color. Outside, there is the sound of cars driving on the road, the sleepy cry of golden doves in the branches of the hospital trees, and the conversations and noise of people coming and going downstairs.

If you can feel this, then everywhere is paradise. In paradise there is no noise, and everything that exists is music, like a concerto that the world presents to people.

The girl's thin hands lying on the bed moved her fingertips slightly.

But there was no place for her in paradise.

Xia Long stood by her bed, watching the little girl grow and change slowly on the bed, but her body became increasingly weaker.

The girl looked out the window, and Xia Long was also on that side of the window, just barely blocking the girl's view.

"Are you here to save me?"

In the false memory world, the girl suddenly said this.

The girl looked at Xia Long and said blankly.

"Are you here to save me?"

Xia Long didn't say anything and didn't respond.

He can't help it.

He couldn't solve this problem.