Red dust kills beauty
Chapter 116 48, 5 years ago②
48. 15 years ago②
Just kidding, Zhaoyao's words also made me face up to a question: Where did I come from?
Even the timeline of me is messed up. Even ten years ago, there was such an outrageous thing that there were two me in the same time and space. If you want to follow this to find out my origin, it is tantamount to nonsense.
If this matter can be let go, the other will be greatly delayed.
It is the spring of the 16th year of the new calendar, and we have just changed from cotton coats to coats.But in a few months, the future "I" will wake up from the ice sheet of Siberia. Two years later, I will name myself "Ning Hongchen" and sneak into Yujingchun.
And the information I found at that time showed that whether Fu Baixue joined Yujingchun, fake Wushen became the boss, or Zhaoyao became the minister...all within this year.
In other words, there is a high probability that I will die this year.
But I couldn't figure out how it was possible for me to die.Just relying on that group of gods and ghosts from the south and a few morons?They are really top-notch in their petty tricks, maybe their abilities are just that, and now the South is still being suppressed and beaten by the Self-Defense Forces, can you kill me?impossible.
I feel that I have done everything I can, urging the witch merchants to establish an intelligence network, suggesting that Fu Baixue clean up the traitors in the Self-Defense Forces, and asking Zhaoyao to keep an eye on foreign forces in Yanjing... I will also go out from time to time to track down the group who went underground The research maniac.
How else to prevent it?I really can't figure it out.
Because I didn't have enough information in my first life, I didn't know exactly when I died, so now every time I go out is like a farewell, and I live every day as if it's my last.
This feeling sucks.
Even the witch merchant was aware of my anxiety, and he asked me half-jokingly one day: "What have you been afraid of lately?"
I touched my face: "Am I afraid? Is there?"
"Yes. I'm very anxious. It's always like fear or something."
I looked away: "Your illusion."
He stared at me for a while, smiled and said nothing.
My relationship with the witch merchant has been up and down because you can never reason with a sick person, and I don't think I'm quite right.Anxiety is an incurable cancer, and the witch merchant is dying, and there is no solution except forcibly enduring it.If one day he can't bear it anymore, he will start to get sick—that is, he will start to act.
We often mix oil with honey one day before, and half of the house is demolished the next day. Zhaoyao has changed from being anxious at the beginning to getting used to it: "If you want to fight, go to the basement to fight!"
It seems that the more happiness the more illusory, the more joy the more fear.We can only prove that everything is true now through mutual bloodshed, temptation, and injury.
Strange, I used to be a person who was not afraid of life and death, why am I so timid in the face of this illusory death now?
I told Fu Baixue my doubts, he took a sip of tea, his brows and eyes were soaked in the curling heat: "Because I have concerns."
I haven't reacted yet: "...Huh?"
"With a lover, a brother, and a friend... Naturally, I can't bear to die."
In the past two years, he has become more and more Buddha, infinitely close to the Fu Baixue in my memory in the future, the straight ball that killed him before, but now he can hit a serve without blinking - but it is too late.
"It's like we used to split up the tasks, and when I was seriously injured, I thought that if you go back bloody and only wait for an empty tent, I can't bear to die."
"..." I was taken aback.
"'I can't help it, hold on a little longer.'" He laughed. "I was like, 'There's an idiot waiting for me to go back and get the medicine.'"
I opened and closed my mouth, and finally said dryly: "Who is the idiot..."
I twirled the teacup, struggled for a while, and finally asked: "If one day I die, what will you do?"
Fu Baixue thought about it for a while, then smiled, and said in a gentle voice: "It's not very good. We still have to live our lives."
I think so, too, the future Fu Baixue fishes all day long, and even has his hair stained with grandma's ashes, so don't live too comfortably.
That's good, I feel at ease all of a sudden.
So I hinted vaguely—I can’t say too clearly, Lao Bai is like his big brother, he is a transparent person who looks at Han and actually understands: "I don't think I will have that day... I have read "" "Snow White"? I think at my level, if you come to Disney, you have to be a princess. Isn't feigning death a must-have skill for princesses after they run away from home?"
Fu Baixue chuckled, reached out and hammered my shoulder: "All right, princess."
Just in my fear, the days went calmly into May, and the weather started to get hot.
Fu Baixue's eldest son, Zhaoyao, began to enter a period of differentiation. Every day, I pressed his head down like whack-a-mole: "Hold on, Zhaozhao, don't divide! It's only half a year away! Sixteen years away! Please bear with me, otherwise your elder brother's stunted appearance will be your fate, do you know that!"
"I can't hold it anymore! It's easier to hold it in and find the toilet when you have diarrhea. You want me to hold it for half a year, why don't you just kill me!"
The older he gets, the more unbecoming he becomes, sad.
The witch merchant stood aside with his hands folded, watching us fight with a cold smile, and he was jealous again.
That night he fucked me slowly, asking, "Stunts? Lessons learned?"
I wiped away the tears that filled my eyes with a pillow, and smirked: "If you have the ability, mark me thoroughly. I promise I won't laugh at you again."
The witch merchant became even more angry, he said grimly: "Then you go find—" He bit his lip halfway through speaking, swallowed his anger, and buried his head in hard work.
——He is the kind of cheapskate who is so possessive that even if his eyes are staring at him with anger, he won't say "you go find someone else".
"Woo... umm... um..."
I bit my arm and tried to endure it. In fact, it's okay to give in to him verbally, but I just couldn't do it.
In the midsummer when the cicadas were singing, the four of us dragged the deck chairs to the shade of the trees in the flower hall, enjoying the cool while eating watermelon.Listening to their jokes, I lay on the bench, raised my hand, and watched the sunlight leaking through the leaves through my fingers.
Everyone I love is here.
I suddenly understood what the witch merchant was thinking.
If there is no doubt about death, if there is a choice, God, please let me die at this moment.
Just when I had the illusion that I had passed this death and that everything in the future had changed, on the day of Liqiu, a letter came to my hand along with the last cicadas.
There was a very ordinary address on the envelope. I checked and found that it was a flower shop, and it also operated a thing like "Writing to Myself Ten Years Later".
A bad premonition arose in my heart, I pursed my lips and opened the envelope. Inside was a postcard with only one sentence on the back: "Fate cannot be changed."
I am very familiar with the handwriting, it is my own handwriting.
"…………"
I let out a "huh" and didn't want to pay attention to it. I turned the postcard and found that it was not a landscape photo, but a snapshot.The background of the photo seems to be in a cafe. When a boy and a woman seemed to be talking and laughing, they were suddenly called to look at the camera, with a lingering smile on their faces.
It is the former Fu Baixue and the future me.
I had a splitting headache, and the vague whispers were ringing in my ears again. The unstable spirit made me feel the connection of the spiritual sea again.
What exactly does future me mean?Why are you sending me this?Just want me to accept that I must die?
But I don't believe it - I live so comfortably now, I have done everything that should be done, and I have prevented everything that should be prevented, why must I die! ?This is too ridiculous.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the next day, I received another anonymous email.The address of the email is encrypted, and I cannot trace the location of the other party.
It was clearly stated in the email that Ivan and his group will sneak into Yanbei again in ten days, and join forces with Qin Zhaojin to arrest the witch merchant and Zhaoyao.
As Qin Zhaojin got older, he became more unwilling to die, and recently became more perverted, but he reused the two of them uncharacteristically. It turned out that he still didn't give up, and cooperated with Nanfang in private, trying to decipher the purpose of the spiritual sea from them.In private, there has been a saying: if the spiritual power is strong enough, it may be possible to achieve immortality through the spiritual sea.
And the owner of this letter—that is, the future me, sincerely hopes that I will stop all this.
Of course I will go, no doubt about it.But what made me furious was another meaning revealed by this letter, "he" wanted me to die in this killing round.
Why?Is this a way to kill the game?How many times have I come here, and now there are spoilers, will I die because of this?
With a cold face, I scrolled down and saw the two files behind this email.
I opened the first one, which was a report on the big explosion at the Wuzhou test base 15 years ago, as well as attached photos and several videos.
Leaving aside what is known, I saw something else... that blew my mind.
There are several sections of the video. The first section is the monitoring screen of a fixed camera. The scene shot is a corridor with doors on both sides of the corridor.I noticed that the elevator on the right side of the corridor showed the number 2, and then the elevator door opened, and a man in a suit came out from inside, leading a three or four-year-old boy.
A passing researcher showed them the way, which was the third door on the left of the corridor.
At this time, the largest door diagonally opposite to the elevator opened, and several security guards came out dragging a body bag, passing men and children.
The child covered his ears and seemed to have a headache. When he heard something, his father talked to him and said something to the researcher. The researcher then scolded the security guards, probably saying that they were frightening the child. what.
Then the child should have screamed, staggered and ran to the security guard while saying something, mouthing like "he's not dead yet".
Then a few people had a dispute. The child opened the body bag while messing around, and a bloody boy fell out of it. It was the face I saw on the postcard yesterday.
"..." I closed my eyes.
The next development is easy to understand.
Fu Baixue was not dead, and the researchers looked very surprised. They pointed to the third room on the left of the corridor again, as if asking the security to bring him in as well.The dying Fu Baixue was dragged by his collar like a dead pig, leaving a bright red long trail on the ground.And the child—that is, the witch merchant, smiled sarcastically, followed behind him step by step with lowered eyes, and also entered the door.
The first video is over.
The second video was probably recorded by a staff member with a mobile phone. The camera was shaking all the time. The person who recorded it seemed to be running. I could only see a lot of excited white coats. They probably received the news and came to witness this history. moment of sex.
His fast-talking narration came from outside the screen: "This is the Wuzhou underground experiment base in the first year of the new calendar. We witnessed a miracle at this time. The reason is that the two children connected to the spiritual sea at the same time! We all heard it, It's talking!" At this point, his voice became frenzied, "It turns out that our conjecture is correct, the sea of spirits is a conscious living creature! It can communicate!"
The camera turned to the other side, and Wu Shang and Fu Baixue were immersed in two huge glass vessels, which were filled with mother liquor diluted countless times.The huge tubes of the glass vessel are coiled together, and the thickest one leads directly to the light red pool water on one side - it is the spiritual sea mother liquid!
I skip the mother liquor pool, I know what that feels like.Even if diluted - a mother liquor is still a mother liquor.It decomposed the bodies of the two non-stop. This speed was usually only a few moments, but now it was abruptly slowed down and turned into an unbearable torture.
In the camera, a teenager, a child, one dying, one emaciated, they all showed pain at the same time, constantly pounding on the glass wall and wanting to get out, but the people outside just expect them to continue to create miracles.
I can't even tell whether the reddish liquid that soaked them came from the mother liquor, or the blood that flowed out after their skin was corroded?
Then there was an exclamation, the camera zoomed in, and the glass dish containing Wu Shang and Fu Baixue cracked at the same time.
"Someone's mental strength has gone violent, let them out quickly, and we will be finished if the mother liquor flows out!" a person yelled.
A researcher walked to the console on the side, but he didn't press the button, only heard a terrified cry, accompanied by a "run", whether the console in the laboratory, or the large and small petri dishes, will be responsible for sealing the mother solution Even the bulletproof glass of the pool was blown apart in an instant.
Fu Baixue and Wu Shang fell out at the same time, and fell into the unprotected mother liquor pool.
The little witch merchant let out a scream, and my heart was raised——
At the very moment, Fu Baixue tightly held the Wu Shang's arm, the picture distorted, and they fell out of the glass vessel again!
It was Fu Baixue who awakened the ability to manipulate time, and he reversed time—this time, at the critical moment, he pulled the arm of the witch merchant, and fell with him to the floor beside the mother liquor pool.
There are still several researchers who are not afraid of death and did not run away, including the video. Everyone breathed in and sighed "Oh my God", and saw the witch merchant in Fu Baixue's arms covering his ears, and asked the air in pain, "Who are you?" Who?" Then Fu Baixue was knocked out by an invisible force!
The witch merchant's ears and nose were bleeding, and he yelled to Fu Baixue, "Go!" The ground with him as the center of the circle began to collapse, and the alarm sounded beeping beeping in the room.Another researcher pulled the photographer of this video and started to run, the camera began to shake constantly, I could only see the receding incandescent lights and the wall, followed by a huge explosion sound from behind, and the explosion through the screen. A strong shock came.
The man seemed to turn his head back, and his voice was distorted to the point of inflection: "The pool of mother liquor was evaporated by the collision of their forces... They made a monster—no, no, two! That's... the mother liquor 'egg'!"
The second video ends abruptly.
……two?egg?
My mind was buzzing, and many scenes from the past came to my mind one by one.
In my first life, when I saw Zhaoyao for the first time, I had an unreasonably high opinion of her.
I can't find my real place of birth.
I am 100% compatible with Spirit Sea.
Disordered time travel in me.
... so many doubts, but I never cared about it.
The ability of the witch merchant is to endow items with consciousness.
Fu Baixue's ability is to manipulate time.
Zhaoyao's ability is the manifestation of spiritual power.
The mother liquid is a living thing, which can resonate with the spiritual being. The three collide with each other and explode. The mother liquid evaporates, just like an embryo peeling off its egg coat, and Zhaoyao was born.
But there is still a gap, the existence of the mother liquor has been weakened - where is its influence?
Its effect is on me.
My ability is to corrode and decompose, which is completely a copy of the mother liquor.As a newborn, my ability is not stable, and the mutual impact with several other people will corrode the space and let Zhaoyao fall into Shuilongpo.At the same time, because of Fu Baixue's explosive ability, he took the first time trip and fell directly to 17 years later. By accident, he was born in Siberia with the mother liquor left by Ivan as the anchor.
So as Ning Hongchen, the mark on my lower back was revealed after I came into contact with Fu Baixue
Just kidding, Zhaoyao's words also made me face up to a question: Where did I come from?
Even the timeline of me is messed up. Even ten years ago, there was such an outrageous thing that there were two me in the same time and space. If you want to follow this to find out my origin, it is tantamount to nonsense.
If this matter can be let go, the other will be greatly delayed.
It is the spring of the 16th year of the new calendar, and we have just changed from cotton coats to coats.But in a few months, the future "I" will wake up from the ice sheet of Siberia. Two years later, I will name myself "Ning Hongchen" and sneak into Yujingchun.
And the information I found at that time showed that whether Fu Baixue joined Yujingchun, fake Wushen became the boss, or Zhaoyao became the minister...all within this year.
In other words, there is a high probability that I will die this year.
But I couldn't figure out how it was possible for me to die.Just relying on that group of gods and ghosts from the south and a few morons?They are really top-notch in their petty tricks, maybe their abilities are just that, and now the South is still being suppressed and beaten by the Self-Defense Forces, can you kill me?impossible.
I feel that I have done everything I can, urging the witch merchants to establish an intelligence network, suggesting that Fu Baixue clean up the traitors in the Self-Defense Forces, and asking Zhaoyao to keep an eye on foreign forces in Yanjing... I will also go out from time to time to track down the group who went underground The research maniac.
How else to prevent it?I really can't figure it out.
Because I didn't have enough information in my first life, I didn't know exactly when I died, so now every time I go out is like a farewell, and I live every day as if it's my last.
This feeling sucks.
Even the witch merchant was aware of my anxiety, and he asked me half-jokingly one day: "What have you been afraid of lately?"
I touched my face: "Am I afraid? Is there?"
"Yes. I'm very anxious. It's always like fear or something."
I looked away: "Your illusion."
He stared at me for a while, smiled and said nothing.
My relationship with the witch merchant has been up and down because you can never reason with a sick person, and I don't think I'm quite right.Anxiety is an incurable cancer, and the witch merchant is dying, and there is no solution except forcibly enduring it.If one day he can't bear it anymore, he will start to get sick—that is, he will start to act.
We often mix oil with honey one day before, and half of the house is demolished the next day. Zhaoyao has changed from being anxious at the beginning to getting used to it: "If you want to fight, go to the basement to fight!"
It seems that the more happiness the more illusory, the more joy the more fear.We can only prove that everything is true now through mutual bloodshed, temptation, and injury.
Strange, I used to be a person who was not afraid of life and death, why am I so timid in the face of this illusory death now?
I told Fu Baixue my doubts, he took a sip of tea, his brows and eyes were soaked in the curling heat: "Because I have concerns."
I haven't reacted yet: "...Huh?"
"With a lover, a brother, and a friend... Naturally, I can't bear to die."
In the past two years, he has become more and more Buddha, infinitely close to the Fu Baixue in my memory in the future, the straight ball that killed him before, but now he can hit a serve without blinking - but it is too late.
"It's like we used to split up the tasks, and when I was seriously injured, I thought that if you go back bloody and only wait for an empty tent, I can't bear to die."
"..." I was taken aback.
"'I can't help it, hold on a little longer.'" He laughed. "I was like, 'There's an idiot waiting for me to go back and get the medicine.'"
I opened and closed my mouth, and finally said dryly: "Who is the idiot..."
I twirled the teacup, struggled for a while, and finally asked: "If one day I die, what will you do?"
Fu Baixue thought about it for a while, then smiled, and said in a gentle voice: "It's not very good. We still have to live our lives."
I think so, too, the future Fu Baixue fishes all day long, and even has his hair stained with grandma's ashes, so don't live too comfortably.
That's good, I feel at ease all of a sudden.
So I hinted vaguely—I can’t say too clearly, Lao Bai is like his big brother, he is a transparent person who looks at Han and actually understands: "I don't think I will have that day... I have read "" "Snow White"? I think at my level, if you come to Disney, you have to be a princess. Isn't feigning death a must-have skill for princesses after they run away from home?"
Fu Baixue chuckled, reached out and hammered my shoulder: "All right, princess."
Just in my fear, the days went calmly into May, and the weather started to get hot.
Fu Baixue's eldest son, Zhaoyao, began to enter a period of differentiation. Every day, I pressed his head down like whack-a-mole: "Hold on, Zhaozhao, don't divide! It's only half a year away! Sixteen years away! Please bear with me, otherwise your elder brother's stunted appearance will be your fate, do you know that!"
"I can't hold it anymore! It's easier to hold it in and find the toilet when you have diarrhea. You want me to hold it for half a year, why don't you just kill me!"
The older he gets, the more unbecoming he becomes, sad.
The witch merchant stood aside with his hands folded, watching us fight with a cold smile, and he was jealous again.
That night he fucked me slowly, asking, "Stunts? Lessons learned?"
I wiped away the tears that filled my eyes with a pillow, and smirked: "If you have the ability, mark me thoroughly. I promise I won't laugh at you again."
The witch merchant became even more angry, he said grimly: "Then you go find—" He bit his lip halfway through speaking, swallowed his anger, and buried his head in hard work.
——He is the kind of cheapskate who is so possessive that even if his eyes are staring at him with anger, he won't say "you go find someone else".
"Woo... umm... um..."
I bit my arm and tried to endure it. In fact, it's okay to give in to him verbally, but I just couldn't do it.
In the midsummer when the cicadas were singing, the four of us dragged the deck chairs to the shade of the trees in the flower hall, enjoying the cool while eating watermelon.Listening to their jokes, I lay on the bench, raised my hand, and watched the sunlight leaking through the leaves through my fingers.
Everyone I love is here.
I suddenly understood what the witch merchant was thinking.
If there is no doubt about death, if there is a choice, God, please let me die at this moment.
Just when I had the illusion that I had passed this death and that everything in the future had changed, on the day of Liqiu, a letter came to my hand along with the last cicadas.
There was a very ordinary address on the envelope. I checked and found that it was a flower shop, and it also operated a thing like "Writing to Myself Ten Years Later".
A bad premonition arose in my heart, I pursed my lips and opened the envelope. Inside was a postcard with only one sentence on the back: "Fate cannot be changed."
I am very familiar with the handwriting, it is my own handwriting.
"…………"
I let out a "huh" and didn't want to pay attention to it. I turned the postcard and found that it was not a landscape photo, but a snapshot.The background of the photo seems to be in a cafe. When a boy and a woman seemed to be talking and laughing, they were suddenly called to look at the camera, with a lingering smile on their faces.
It is the former Fu Baixue and the future me.
I had a splitting headache, and the vague whispers were ringing in my ears again. The unstable spirit made me feel the connection of the spiritual sea again.
What exactly does future me mean?Why are you sending me this?Just want me to accept that I must die?
But I don't believe it - I live so comfortably now, I have done everything that should be done, and I have prevented everything that should be prevented, why must I die! ?This is too ridiculous.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the next day, I received another anonymous email.The address of the email is encrypted, and I cannot trace the location of the other party.
It was clearly stated in the email that Ivan and his group will sneak into Yanbei again in ten days, and join forces with Qin Zhaojin to arrest the witch merchant and Zhaoyao.
As Qin Zhaojin got older, he became more unwilling to die, and recently became more perverted, but he reused the two of them uncharacteristically. It turned out that he still didn't give up, and cooperated with Nanfang in private, trying to decipher the purpose of the spiritual sea from them.In private, there has been a saying: if the spiritual power is strong enough, it may be possible to achieve immortality through the spiritual sea.
And the owner of this letter—that is, the future me, sincerely hopes that I will stop all this.
Of course I will go, no doubt about it.But what made me furious was another meaning revealed by this letter, "he" wanted me to die in this killing round.
Why?Is this a way to kill the game?How many times have I come here, and now there are spoilers, will I die because of this?
With a cold face, I scrolled down and saw the two files behind this email.
I opened the first one, which was a report on the big explosion at the Wuzhou test base 15 years ago, as well as attached photos and several videos.
Leaving aside what is known, I saw something else... that blew my mind.
There are several sections of the video. The first section is the monitoring screen of a fixed camera. The scene shot is a corridor with doors on both sides of the corridor.I noticed that the elevator on the right side of the corridor showed the number 2, and then the elevator door opened, and a man in a suit came out from inside, leading a three or four-year-old boy.
A passing researcher showed them the way, which was the third door on the left of the corridor.
At this time, the largest door diagonally opposite to the elevator opened, and several security guards came out dragging a body bag, passing men and children.
The child covered his ears and seemed to have a headache. When he heard something, his father talked to him and said something to the researcher. The researcher then scolded the security guards, probably saying that they were frightening the child. what.
Then the child should have screamed, staggered and ran to the security guard while saying something, mouthing like "he's not dead yet".
Then a few people had a dispute. The child opened the body bag while messing around, and a bloody boy fell out of it. It was the face I saw on the postcard yesterday.
"..." I closed my eyes.
The next development is easy to understand.
Fu Baixue was not dead, and the researchers looked very surprised. They pointed to the third room on the left of the corridor again, as if asking the security to bring him in as well.The dying Fu Baixue was dragged by his collar like a dead pig, leaving a bright red long trail on the ground.And the child—that is, the witch merchant, smiled sarcastically, followed behind him step by step with lowered eyes, and also entered the door.
The first video is over.
The second video was probably recorded by a staff member with a mobile phone. The camera was shaking all the time. The person who recorded it seemed to be running. I could only see a lot of excited white coats. They probably received the news and came to witness this history. moment of sex.
His fast-talking narration came from outside the screen: "This is the Wuzhou underground experiment base in the first year of the new calendar. We witnessed a miracle at this time. The reason is that the two children connected to the spiritual sea at the same time! We all heard it, It's talking!" At this point, his voice became frenzied, "It turns out that our conjecture is correct, the sea of spirits is a conscious living creature! It can communicate!"
The camera turned to the other side, and Wu Shang and Fu Baixue were immersed in two huge glass vessels, which were filled with mother liquor diluted countless times.The huge tubes of the glass vessel are coiled together, and the thickest one leads directly to the light red pool water on one side - it is the spiritual sea mother liquid!
I skip the mother liquor pool, I know what that feels like.Even if diluted - a mother liquor is still a mother liquor.It decomposed the bodies of the two non-stop. This speed was usually only a few moments, but now it was abruptly slowed down and turned into an unbearable torture.
In the camera, a teenager, a child, one dying, one emaciated, they all showed pain at the same time, constantly pounding on the glass wall and wanting to get out, but the people outside just expect them to continue to create miracles.
I can't even tell whether the reddish liquid that soaked them came from the mother liquor, or the blood that flowed out after their skin was corroded?
Then there was an exclamation, the camera zoomed in, and the glass dish containing Wu Shang and Fu Baixue cracked at the same time.
"Someone's mental strength has gone violent, let them out quickly, and we will be finished if the mother liquor flows out!" a person yelled.
A researcher walked to the console on the side, but he didn't press the button, only heard a terrified cry, accompanied by a "run", whether the console in the laboratory, or the large and small petri dishes, will be responsible for sealing the mother solution Even the bulletproof glass of the pool was blown apart in an instant.
Fu Baixue and Wu Shang fell out at the same time, and fell into the unprotected mother liquor pool.
The little witch merchant let out a scream, and my heart was raised——
At the very moment, Fu Baixue tightly held the Wu Shang's arm, the picture distorted, and they fell out of the glass vessel again!
It was Fu Baixue who awakened the ability to manipulate time, and he reversed time—this time, at the critical moment, he pulled the arm of the witch merchant, and fell with him to the floor beside the mother liquor pool.
There are still several researchers who are not afraid of death and did not run away, including the video. Everyone breathed in and sighed "Oh my God", and saw the witch merchant in Fu Baixue's arms covering his ears, and asked the air in pain, "Who are you?" Who?" Then Fu Baixue was knocked out by an invisible force!
The witch merchant's ears and nose were bleeding, and he yelled to Fu Baixue, "Go!" The ground with him as the center of the circle began to collapse, and the alarm sounded beeping beeping in the room.Another researcher pulled the photographer of this video and started to run, the camera began to shake constantly, I could only see the receding incandescent lights and the wall, followed by a huge explosion sound from behind, and the explosion through the screen. A strong shock came.
The man seemed to turn his head back, and his voice was distorted to the point of inflection: "The pool of mother liquor was evaporated by the collision of their forces... They made a monster—no, no, two! That's... the mother liquor 'egg'!"
The second video ends abruptly.
……two?egg?
My mind was buzzing, and many scenes from the past came to my mind one by one.
In my first life, when I saw Zhaoyao for the first time, I had an unreasonably high opinion of her.
I can't find my real place of birth.
I am 100% compatible with Spirit Sea.
Disordered time travel in me.
... so many doubts, but I never cared about it.
The ability of the witch merchant is to endow items with consciousness.
Fu Baixue's ability is to manipulate time.
Zhaoyao's ability is the manifestation of spiritual power.
The mother liquid is a living thing, which can resonate with the spiritual being. The three collide with each other and explode. The mother liquid evaporates, just like an embryo peeling off its egg coat, and Zhaoyao was born.
But there is still a gap, the existence of the mother liquor has been weakened - where is its influence?
Its effect is on me.
My ability is to corrode and decompose, which is completely a copy of the mother liquor.As a newborn, my ability is not stable, and the mutual impact with several other people will corrode the space and let Zhaoyao fall into Shuilongpo.At the same time, because of Fu Baixue's explosive ability, he took the first time trip and fell directly to 17 years later. By accident, he was born in Siberia with the mother liquor left by Ivan as the anchor.
So as Ning Hongchen, the mark on my lower back was revealed after I came into contact with Fu Baixue
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