Olivia couldn't do this at all. After all, she was now in the Night Path and had no authority over time!

However, her conscience did not allow her to give up Azik. After thinking for a moment, Olivia sighed,

"Oh! All right!"

The lamp god smiled and looked very happy. She turned into a puff of smoke and inhaled it from Olivia's nose.

………………

My name is the lamp god, an old day.

In fact, I was not originally called the lamp god, but I don't remember my previous name, so I'll just call it the lamp god

Originally!

I am the owner of Sefirah Castle!

Sefirah Castle was originally mine. I drove Sefirah Castle to Earth to steal things.

As a result, I was defeated by Tianzun and others. Tianzun cheated and stole my Sefirah Castle like Amon, and then lost my Sefirah, and was even tricked into the Sefirah disguised as a trap of the earth's gods - the country of disorder.

That abominable Tianzun also said that this was a miracle, which really pissed me off.

But it doesn't matter now. He will be able to escape soon and obtain Olivia's body soon.

He reviewed his plan in his magic lamp before and found that he actually had a way to maintain his strength.

That was something he had robbed on Earth before.

It is actually very inaccurate to say that it is a thing. It has no specific shape and is just a conceptual existence. However, this does not affect its powerful ability. If he had known how to use this thing before, he would think he could beat Tianzun.

Just when the lamp god was dreaming, a strong power suddenly emerged from the depths of his consciousness, which even surpassed the status of the lamp god.

This...

The lamp god was also startled at this time and didn't know what to do at all.

"Lamp god, why are you here?"

"Aren't you sealed?"

A person whose figure could not be seen clearly came out, and there seemed to be a doubt in his tone.

"Hehe, if you can come, why can't I come?"

"The original creator?"

Hehe!

The lamp god was no longer nervous. He knew that there was only a little bit of the original creator's divinity in Olivia's body, and it could not pose a threat to him at all!

………………

On a street deep in the East District.

Old Kohler held the ham in a paper bag and hurried back to the rented apartment.

He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those hungry guys with wolf-like eyes would pounce on him and snatch his "New Year's gift".

When he was still in the countryside, he had seen wolves, but he didn't expect to feel that familiar feeling in Backlund.

"It's still too expensive and too big. I can only buy one with others and saw it into several pieces... This is enough for me to eat during the New Year holiday. I can have two, three, no, at least five slices of ham for every meal. I can also cut some and stew it with potatoes, and I don't even need to add salt..."

Thinking of this, Old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms, looking at the red meat mixed with a lot of white, and his throat couldn't help but move a little, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

As he walked, he felt that the fog around him was much thicker. The church bell tower that was still clear in the distance was gradually swallowed up by the mixture of light yellow and iron black. Even the pedestrians around him were only vague shadows after more than ten steps.

Old Kohler instantly felt forgotten by the world and raised his palm to cover his mouth and nose.

"Why is the fog so bad today?" He muttered and quickened his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps, Old Kohler felt his face was getting hot and his forehead seemed to be burning.

His chest was tight, his throat was uncomfortable, and he soon had symptoms of difficulty breathing.

"Are you sick? Damn it, I still want to have a good New Year. Now I can only send my savings to the clinic and the hospital... No, maybe I can get better after a good sleep, just cover myself with my quilt and get better!"

Old Kohler muttered to himself silently, his head was getting hotter and hotter, and he was getting more and more confused.

He, he, he, he heard his own hard breathing, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing ham fell heavily to the ground.

Old Kohler subconsciously squatted to pick it up, but fell there.

He held down the bag of ham and tried to put it in his arms.

At this moment, he thought that thick phlegm was surging and blocking his throat, so he struggled hard and made a sound like a bellows.

Plop!

Old Kohler's vision began to blur and saw someone falling down a few steps away, gasping for breath. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with gray hair on his temples.

Suddenly, he had an epiphany and knew that he was about to die.

This reminded him of his wife and children, who were also like this, suddenly infected with the plague and died soon.

This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized for illness. The patients in the same room could still laugh and chat that night, but they were sent to the morgue in the early morning.

This reminded him of the friends he met when he was a homeless person. After a winter, many of them disappeared, and were eventually found stiff in bridge holes or street corners that could shelter from the wind. A small number of people died from suddenly getting food.

This reminded him of the time when he was still a good worker, and his neighbors on the block would also die suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the molten steel just out of the furnace, some died with pain in their bones and swelling, and some even collapsed silently in the factory, one batch after another.

This reminded him of what he heard from a drunkard in a bar when he was looking for information. He said:

"People like us are like straw in the field. When the wind blows, we will fall down. Even if there is no wind, we may fall down."...

The wind is coming...

Old Kohler suddenly had this thought.

While hugging the paper bag containing the ham tightly, he reached for the pocket of his old jacket, trying to take out the crumpled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.

What he couldn't understand was why he, who was healthy, would suddenly become sick. He had never experienced such a thick fog before.

What he couldn't understand was that his life had just gotten on the right track and was developing in a good enough direction. He had received the reward paid by Detective Moriarty in advance and bought a piece of ham that he had been thinking about for a long time to welcome the New Year. He was looking forward to it. Tasting its deliciousness, why did it suddenly collapse?

Old Kohler took out the crumpled cigarette, but he could no longer lift his arm and hit the ground hard.

He used his last strength to shout out the words he had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words linger around his mouth, unable to come out.

He heard his last words.

He heard himself asking:

"Why?"

………………

Here, the Djinn has withdrawn from the deepest part of Olvia's consciousness. Apparently, he has reached a deal with the divinity of the original creator.

After all, although he is not afraid of the divinity of the original creator hiding in Olvia's body, he can't do anything about the divinity.

In this case, why not make a deal with Him?

As for what the deal is?

That is not something that can be said now. Whatever is said must be known.

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