God's Chosen Son quits [Unlimited]

The morning sun penetrated into the room through the gaps in the curtains, hitting Ji Xun's eyebrows and eyes, and the familiar warmth made the sleeping person gradually wake up.

The labor pains from the bones and inside the body entangled the moment Ji Xun's consciousness regained clarity, sparing no effort to remind him that his current physical condition was not good.

Even Ji Xun himself was in a daze for a moment, unable to tell whether his discomfort came from the excessive intake of alcohol, or simply because he was a terminally ill patient whose days were numbered.

He propped himself up with half-closed eyes, casually touched the pill box next to the pillow, and took the pills with the warm water on the bedside table. When his consciousness gradually became clear, Ji Xun suddenly realized what was wrong.

Warm water...?

He didn't even remember how he got home, even if he suddenly had a flash of inspiration before going to bed and planned to make it easier for himself who was taking medicine in the morning, the water should have been completely cool after a night.

When people just wake up, there will always be a period of time when people's consciousness is vague, and they can't even remember the dreams they just had. But after a while, if they recall actively, they can always remember some fragments.

A large number of memories flooded into Ji Xun's mind

Hide-and-seek at dusk, vending machines on street corners, teammates who died one after another, that trial game-like dream of some kind of god.

Also, Jingchi...

Ji Xun seemed to have a premonition, got out of bed, put on the home clothes hanging on the side, walked quickly and opened the bedroom door.

The one-bedroom he lives in is not big, and the kitchen is next to the bedroom.

On weekdays, Ji Xun is used to cooking some food for himself on time and according to order, but since he came back from the hospital last week, he has a feeling of giving up on himself. with a man.

The stove in Ji Xun's house was designed to be relatively low for the convenience of the landlady who lived here before, and that person was tall, so she had to lean down slightly to take care of the food in the pot.

Jing Chi cleaned himself up neatly early in the morning, and he didn't know where he stole the time.

The black cashmere sweater seen in the dungeon has been replaced with a shell-white shirt, and the silver thin-rimmed glasses are hung around his neck by a metal chain.

Although there was no one panting except for Ji Xun, who just got up, but the corners of his lips still maintained that business expression that seemed to be a half-smile.

Even the movement of stirring the spoon is so noble, those who don't know it think it's a reality show.

In short, it is incompatible with Ji Xun's simple living environment.

Who are you pretending to be, there is definitely something wrong with your brain, Ji Xun cursed inwardly.

He probably heard the sound of Ji Xun leaving the room, but he didn't have the slightest sense of occupying the magpie's nest.

The movements in his hands were still orderly, but he unhurriedly raised his head and glanced at Ji Xun, then bent the corners of his eyes, showing Ji Xun his not-so-sincere kindness at first sight.

"It will be ready soon, you can eat some fruit and wait."

"Xiao Xun." The other party called Ji Xun's name in a friendly tone.

"Don't don't, I don't know you well." Ji Xun finally came to his senses at this time, what he experienced in the dream was true, and what Jing Chi said to him just before the dream collapsed was also true.

As soon as I woke up, it was true that this person was by my side, not only that, but I also consciously made breakfast.

Ji Xun sat on the sofa and watched Jing Chi who was busy in the kitchen, and then looked around his living room for a week, and found that Jing Chi seemed to have tidied up the room for him, and even brought two pots of green plants, which were placed on the small window sill behind him superior.

He curled his lips, firmly convinced that Jing Chi is a stinky, and then used a toothpick to pierce a lychee that had been peeled from the crystal plate.

At first glance, this plate is not their own product, and it doesn't have the charm of buying one and getting one free at a discount.

"Thank you, why did you condescend to clean up my room?" The fruit is really sweet, and Ji Xun, who is usually reluctant to buy it, ate several of them in a row, and then he said something nice, but the second half was still As usual, it turned into teasing.

I saw Jing Chi raised his head and looked in Ji Xun's direction, with an undisguised smile in his eyes. He served the food in the pot with the delicate tableware he had prepared in advance, and answered Ji Xun's words by the way: " You're welcome, the servants are here to do it, tell them to leave early, lest you not get used to it."

Ji Xun: ...

Seeing Ji Xun's deflated appearance, Jing Chi pulled the corners of his lips indistinctly by lowering his head, and his slightly cold voice was smudged with gentleness, and said softly, "Let's eat first."

The smell of creamy risotto gently soothed people's emotions. Sitting on both sides of the table with Jing Chi, Ji Xun, who was about to have breakfast like an old acquaintance, always felt a little weird.

In the end, it can only be attributed to the broken jars and absurd dreams that made my ability to accept it stronger.

"Eat some, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable." Jing Chi poured him a glass of lemonade and pushed it along the table, with a fake smile in Ji Xun's eyes.

"Oh, thank you." Ji Xun was stunned, and took a sip of his saliva, obviously not used to this kind of "care" behavior.

The two spent the entire breakfast time in silence, Jing Chi didn't speak, probably because of Lao Shizi's tutor, Ji Xun didn't say anything, it was purely because he was sorting out his thoughts in his head.

It seems that what Jing Chi said in the dungeon at the time was probably not perfunctory when he returned to reality, but Ji Xun really had a lot of questions in his heart, so he had to take advantage of this free time to think about what to do in advance. Ask questions.

For example, what happens to people who die in dreams in reality...

Ji Xun suddenly remembered Du Pingzhi's silly smiling face and the local accent that popped up from time to time.

I don't know whether it was affected by the sudden emotion or because of his illness, even though Jing Chi's cooking skills are not bad, he only took a few bites before putting down the spoon.

"Tell me what you know." Ji Xun raised his head and looked directly into Jing Chi's beautiful eyes and said.

Jing Chi obviously guessed that Ji Xun would be so direct, without a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, he smiled and pushed the neatly stacked materials to Ji Xun, motioning him to read it first.

The stack of documents was very thick, and the paper was old and new. Some of the documents seemed to be old. Ji Xun opened the top booklet, and secretly glanced at Jing Chi under the cover of his bangs.

Could it be that he started collecting these things early in the morning...

The main content of the document has been summarized very well, even though many are from different countries, it does not affect the reading.

Most of these cases are events of mass insanity within a certain period of time on a global scale.

Ji Xun has heard about this matter a little bit. After all, it has been reported many times in the news during this period, but he has not been able to give an accurate statement.

Now it seems that this is probably the final outcome of the people who died in the dungeon.

Thinking of this, Ji Xun frowned, and then continued to read.

According to the summary in the report, this situation has a cycle of about 20 years, and the records can be searched for a total of three times including this time.

Can not find the reason, and finally let it go.

"What the hell is this?" Ji Xun was terrified by seeing so many cases, and a little angry because he was involved in it, he closed the document with a bang, and asked Jing Chi in a blunt tone.

"The dream of the gods." Jing Chi still said the word that sounded extremely empty. Before Ji Xun could express his dissatisfaction, he continued: "I heard it from some patients with mild symptoms."

"I started looking into this matter many years ago, and I can only piece together a rough outline." Jing Chi paused, turned a few pages of the document in front of Ji Xun, and stopped on a painting: " The selected person will enter the dreamland of the gods. It is said that this is the gap created when the god's ability is unstable, and it is also the only way to approach the god and replace the god. Those who successfully pass the copy can inherit his power and become the next god .”

Ji Xun was taken aback after hearing this. Leaving aside the strong metaphysical color of the whole thing, what is the screening mechanism for this ghost thing?What is this so-called god?And how can you be sure that you can get the so-called power after clearing the dungeon...

But before he could ask the doubts in his heart, Jing Chi gave the answer as if he had a tacit understanding with him: "After analyzing the case, I found that the selected people are either weak-willed and easily swayed, Either there's an intractable problem in one area of ​​life, or a..."

"A dying person, right?" Ji Xun's voice showed no emotion, as if the word had nothing to do with him, but both he and Jing Chi knew that was not the case.

Jing Chi nodded and continued: "This painting was drawn when I was five years old. In my dreams, a person appeared frequently. I couldn't see his appearance clearly. I only knew that I was going to find a place. Go to God."

"Others think I'm a lunatic." This was originally a heavy topic, but Jing Chi's expression was quite indifferent, and his smile was a little mocking: "I also hope that I am crazy."

"But I found it."

For some reason, Ji Xun felt some inconspicuous relief from Jing Chi's tone. Jing Chi was smiling and looking at the strangely colored painting in his hand. In the painting was the back of a man in a gorgeous dress.

But Ji Xun didn't put too much energy on this painting, but thought about what he saw earlier and Jing Chi's words. After a while, he broke the silence: "You lied to me."

Hearing his words, Jing Chi was obviously taken aback for a moment, but instead showed what could be called a sly smile, lightly touched the glass wall with a silver teaspoon, and after a few crisp "clangs", he turned towards Ji Xun raised his eyebrows, motioning for the other party to continue talking.

Seeing that he was so calm, Ji Xun also relaxed. After contacting a dungeon, although he knew that it would be better to half-believe what Jing Chi said, but based on his intuition, Ji Xun didn't feel that the other party What ill will you do to yourself.

"Neither you nor I were selected." Ji Xun said with a smile: "We have not experienced the so-called initial test, and the others, without exception, are not entering the dream for the first time."

Jing Chi, who was sitting at the other end of the dining table, took a sip of the black tea in his hand, noncommittal, as if acquiescing to Ji Xun's statement, so Ji Xun continued: "You wanted to enter but couldn't, and then you found me, although you didn't know What is the reason, but you can also enter the copy when you are with me."

"You know more than you can tell, but you're not going to tell me."

Jing Chi had already rolled his eyes with a smile, as if admiring Ji Xun's cleverness: "Maybe I will."

After hearing this, Ji Xun curled his lips, but he was not annoyed by the teasing, he pushed the bowl in front of him away.

The cold risotto became sticky, visually stimulating his unhealthy stomach, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"It's up to you." Ji Xun stood up and wanted to go back to the room to get painkillers. Sitting for a long time made his bones all over his body tingle, which all showed his broken body.

But in the dungeon, he is no different from a normal person.

There is no pain, no need to take medicine to maintain life, and even physical strength has improved compared to when he was healthy before.

After Ji Xun grasped the doorknob of the room, he stopped his movements, turned his head and said to Jing Chi: "No matter what your purpose is, since you need me as the key, you have to be responsible for protecting my safety. "

"Don't let me die."

At the first dusk in the dungeon, Ji Xun said the same thing to Jing Chi, but his attitude at this time became tougher because he knew his important position to Jing Chi, without the cautious temptation at the beginning.

But in Jing Chi's ears, he actually tasted a bit of "being proud of being favored".

So he opened his thin lips lightly, and answered the same words as at that time, with a smile between the lines.

"As ordered."