With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"As for things... Chuya can find them by himself, and put them in the place where he lives. The super casual ones, Chuka can also think about it carefully, which is the most casual place."

Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled Ye Qingyu's words, drifting all the way back to the residence, he pushed open the door impatiently.

The priest's former residence was a very dilapidated hut...but now only ruins remain...Nakahara Chuya's expression was a bit complicated, and he sighed softly...he still remembered that the facilities in the house were so simple that there was only one bed and a set The tables and chairs, he saw at a glance that they were buried in the ruins, only a sharp and damaged corner of the table was exposed.

In any case, after living for such a long time, Nakahara Chuya’s memory will subconsciously save the experience here. He still remembers that Ye rarely needs sleep on weekdays. He prefers to go to the bars in the town rather than sleeping peacefully in the house. Waiting for lingering in the entertainment place, or if both of them are absent, Zhong Yuanzhong can more or less guess what they are doing... Every time they come back the next morning, the heavy cloaks they wear are more or less It was tainted with an indelible smell of blood.

They use the so-called banner of "restoring the world to its original state" and "letting sinful people be redeemed".

Regarding these remarks, Zhong Yuanzhong just sneered, he just thought it was a bit funny...but he didn't bother to care about it.

So... where will it be?

In the Central Plains, I searched here more than once.

But unfortunately, the poor people here don't even bother to patronize the mice, and the small animals passing by when they opened the window last time, after touching the medicine bottle placed by the window, they just slanted the mouth of the bottle and spilled a few drops, which instantly destroyed the medicine bottle. The whole window frame fell off.

Fortunately, Zhongyuan Zhongye had quick eyes and hands at that time, otherwise the house would have collapsed earlier.

Zhongyuan Zhong also just stood there, raising his hand randomly to lift up the ruins one by one... I really hope that his hope of going back is still intact.

When he almost lifted up the ruins, he couldn't find any documents.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was being played.

and many more……

Central Plains also stepped on the ground under the ruins.

"Shouldn't it be..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also lifted the ground, and Zhongyuan Zhong was also stupid.

He had been sleeping, lying under his papers.

But why couldn't he even notice such a simple hiding place... Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought of Ye.

The Central Plains also understand.

He must have been hinted at while chatting with Ye.

Zhong Yuanzhong almost burst out with foul language, but Ye really only used his ability to confuse his judgment and thinking, and did nothing else... It was so slight that he could immediately recall those who were accused forgotten doubts.Zhong Yuanzhong also felt like he was stabbed, and it wasn't painful, but he insisted on telling him that he was stabbed.

very angry.

Once you've found your documents, let's go.

he thinks.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a last look at the ruins, and then used gravity to leave again.

In the middle of the walk, he saw the petals of those slightly raised white flowers, and Zhong Yuanzhong also paused.

Or... let's say goodbye.

Central Plains also turned back.

The town is also peaceful at night.

Only there are no lights on tonight.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked down the town. He didn't know where Fyodor would arrange people, so he could only try his luck.

Unknowingly walked to the church.

The church lights are practically unextinguishable.

Maybe it is to provide some light for the people who pass by, or maybe it is to hope that this white building will always be bright.

But the church at this time was gloomy, and Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed open the door of the church.

Moonlight reflected into the church through the stained glass on the top floor, and the bright light dyed the color of the stained window and then fell from above, falling on the white cloth lying in the center of the church.

Zhongyuan Zhong also's pupils shrank suddenly.

A dead body lay at the feet of the holy image in front of the church reflecting the door.

Covered with a white cloth.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked over, and the only sound left in the vast and empty church was the sound of his walking.

The sound was clearer than the sound, and it was accompanied by a pounding heartbeat in my ear.

Central Plains also lifted a corner of the white cloth.

He seemed to feel the backflow of blood slowly rushing up.

It was a man who had apparently just died, his body was only slightly livid, his eyes were closed, and his expression was peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.

He sleeps forever in front of the incarnation of the god he enshrines.

The man lying here is a priest.

Did he die from excessive blood loss... Zhong Yuanzhong also briefly judged the cause of his death.

But he also knew clearly that it wasn't those killers.

How could they cover the priest with a white cloth.

An unbelievable idea slowly emerged, and Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly covered the white cloth, and he rushed out of the church.

He ran all the way along the road in the small town, countless white petals flew away from the rhizome with his too eager movements, fluttered into the sky, and fell one after another, fell to the ground, and fell into the mud middle.

Scenes flashed before his eyes.

Whether it is the immature faces of the children in the town, or one friendly face after another.

There are white dandelion-like fluff falling down.

...is it snowing?

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused.

But just at this second, the snowflakes that were just falling slowly began to become hasty and crazy.

The picture in front of me was blurry, then clear again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed a dull pain in his arm, which was the limb frozen by Shata's heart, isn't it...has it been cured.

The sudden cold and pain made him gasp heavily.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his arm, not knowing when ice and snow had already climbed on it.

So cold.

Central Plains Chuya's pace is getting slower and slower.

Suddenly he saw a bump in the snow.

He pushed aside the wind and snow, and he saw the familiar faces lying in the snow one after another.

what……

what is this……

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked in disbelief as if a bouquet of pure white flowers was placed in the arms of the girl who was still enthusiastically courting yesterday.

But she would never speak to him in those words again.

I will never call him Mr. Nakahara again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly closed his eyes.

His voice was hoarse: "Why."

There is no sound.

There is only the movement caused by the wind and snow rolling up, falling, and covering.

Central Plains also saw Shata's heart.

It was really an extremely beautiful and gorgeous gemstone, but the power it brought to freeze everything was also real and terrifying.

That heart hangs in the air, crowned by pure white snow, surrounding it.

The light seems to be... more dazzling and gorgeous than before.

It is offering and feeding.

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the gem standing in front of his eyes.

He didn't hear those screams from his heart, from Shata.

He just felt that although the light was dazzling, it lost the brilliance that once made his eyes shine.

It seems that it has become a more pure gem that is only for people to appreciate.

Central Plains also rushed towards the gem.

"This time... it will definitely destroy you."

He whispered, anger and despair almost swallowed his reason.

He should have destroyed this gem long ago.

There is no heavy object around, he rolls up crazily, absorbing the snowflakes around him, he stacks and compresses countless small snowflakes endlessly, like smashing snowballs during a snowball fight, the originally weak snowflakes are surrounded by countless snowflakes. The next pile will also have the power to smash the glass.

Until the area of ​​the snowball behind him was larger than him, the shadow covered him, and the faint light of the sky in the wind and snow bypassed him and the snow, adding a bit of brilliance to him, and he came into the world like a god.

Too bad the target is a gem.

Because he can't touch it, he can only borrow other things as his medium of attack.

Central Plains also manipulated the snowball to suppress the gem.

"Crack-"

He seemed to hear something broken.

But not gems.

It's his arm.

Like a block of ice, cracked.

It seems that the parasitic product cannot attack its mother body, and it seems that its mother body is manipulating and bewitching it to attack the existence that threatens its existence.

"call……"

He gasped low.

Because his arm was sealed by the extreme temperature, and because of the low temperature brought by the surrounding wind and snow, he could hardly feel the pain in his arm, but watching it crack like some handicraft, the strong psychological pressure made him almost Can't breathe--

"Is Huangba throwing up..."

"The power is really good."

The black-haired boy bit his fingertips, and he gnawed a lot of the nails that finally came out, and the uneven ones didn't look very good-looking.

There are all kinds of advanced instruments around him, and the data and indicators on them are rising rapidly.

"..."

"It seems that there is a slight deviation from the intelligence..."

Reflecting the data in his pupils, he subconsciously bit it again, leaving a light red mark near between his pale fingers.

"Ah... But the content of the transaction is nothing more than that... Do you want to give up..."

He murmured something in a low voice.

"Feja."

The person who made the sound was Ye who was resting against a wall, and the white-haired man looked at those things with a calm expression, "Does Fei Jia completely own... Shata's heart?"

"Well... Only gems whose consciousness has been completely wiped out can become the most beautiful collection."

Fyodor didn't turn his head, his voice was calm.

Ye didn't make a sound.

"..."

Soon there was only the sound of Fyodor typing on the keyboard.

"...Chuya is actually about the same as me."

Ye slowly took out the folded paper from his pocket, and he unfolded it. On it were densely packed text manuscripts, mixed with many undecipherable, exclusive symbols that only the creator knew what they represented.

"...Then why...he is more like an existence manipulated by human souls than me."

Ye's voice was low and confused.

When hearing Huangba utter words in the laboratory, Ye thought of the information Fyodor had investigated.

The notes in his hand now also come from Fyodor.

"Then you can go find the answer."

Fyodor frowned.

at the same time.

"...It's really cold here."

It's a very childish, complaining tone.

"But...seeing frozen wild slugs and all..."

"Ah, I'm going to die from the cold, but in other words, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing to freeze to death..."

The kite-eyed boy slowly put his hands in his pockets and stepped into this snow-wrapped town.

He even hummed a little song leisurely, but was soon covered by the whistling sound of the wind and snow, and his figure was swallowed up immediately.