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He thought so, and he did so.It's just that one of the straight lines is obviously not a law-abiding owner. After a few days, he suddenly turned a big corner and knocked his "disjoint" plan into the air.

Of course, Mr. Straight would have protested had he heard such an assessment.

Can the detoxification of oneself be called restlessness?

It's just that he was inexperienced and unfortunately experienced a small failure.This is normal. When anyone explores in an unfamiliar field, there will be a trial and error process. It's just that his trial and error process may seem scary, but it's not a big problem.

Things still have to start with the experiment of weaving gold threads.

After the success of the experiment of transforming the storage room, Hyacinthus was thinking about a question: If he can add attributes to himself by weaving gold threads, can he weave anti-drug attributes?

This is another subject that Kroto never thought of when he taught how to weave gold thread.

However, with the successful experience of the storage room, Jacintos felt that the chance of success was very high, and the most failure would be that it might lead to increased toxicity or unforeseen changes, which were not unbearable consequences.

But when the pain really doubled, he still fell into the clouds uncontrollably.

In the words of Jacintos, he just didn't adapt for a while, which caused a short-term turmoil in his soul.

In the words of Chaos, the ghost knows what this human being is messing with, and almost tossed his soul away.

When he saw Hyacinthos fall straight, for a second or two, Chaos still wondered if it was some kind of conspiracy by cunning humans, until the dead soul curled up in the clouds showed some signs of collapse.

"Human beings." The clouds floating in the darkness gathered together, a little puzzled how Jacintos was fine one second, and fell straight down the next second, and a little bit at a loss.

The thread of fate scattered around with the fall of Hyacinthus, the shimmering light reflected on the human face, and the dark clouds made the human face pale as paper.

Jacintos gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing amid the onslaught of pain, raised his eyelids, and said to Chaos: "I can't die."

"..." Chaos looked at the human being whose muscles were twitching physiologically, and doubted the authenticity of this statement.

The thread of fate exudes a constant light, which makes the thin sweat on Jacintos's face shine brightly, and also makes the flickering changes of the soul very obvious.

As far as Chaos knew, the soul of the dead would show such signs of collapse. If it was not severely injured, it would be suffering unbearable torture, leading to loss of mind and instability of soul.

Chaos pointed out in a polite tone: "You seem to be half a breath away from death."

During his deep sleep, he would occasionally release his consciousness to visit the scorched earth of hell, where many tortured souls were in this state.

As the pain increases, the souls of the dead will be completely disintegrated with silent screams, and will be forcibly put back together under the restraint of Tartarus, and painfully fall into a new round of torture.

According to his experience, Yacintos's state is that he is going to raise his braids in the next second, who knows where the other party has the confidence to say that he can't die.

He simply stopped listening to human nonsense, and spared a bit of his consciousness to go to the divine prison guarded by Tartarus to ask about the prohibition method.

The thread of fate has not been untied, this human cannot die.

Hyacinthus didn't know that a certain great being had condescended to find his son to learn how to "wear armor" for the fragile ants, while avoiding accidentally crushing the ants to death.

He closed his eyes, blinked away the sweat that had slipped into the corners of his eyes, and even pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, his hard-spoken kung fu was perfect: "Don't worry, I'll wait until I finish untying the gold thread for you, okay?"

He paused for a moment, then continued to talk poorly: "By the way, I'm already dead, there's no such thing as 'how close to death'. I'm poisoned, the words are not accurate, why are you also delirious?"

"..." Chaos almost didn't laugh at this stubborn duck, his soul is almost gone, can't this pain stop your mouth?

Just right under his nose, the soul of the dead who was flickering on and off actually returned to stability at a speed visible to the naked eye after finishing talking.

Only the physiological twitching of the muscles continued, and the continuous thin sweat and rapid and disordered breathing proved that the pain had obviously not subsided.

It's just that a certain dead duck's will was as hard as his mouth, and he endured it bluntly.

The confused message from Tartarus suddenly became useless. Chaos was speechless for a moment, and withdrew the divine power he had brewed.

He should have turned around and walked away, in line with his "disjoint" plan.But looking at the dead human souls who closed their eyes again, he couldn't look away.

When he peeked at fate, he had heard his old opponent triumphantly preach that ordinary individuals can be seen everywhere, so he didn't feel it was special.Only a contradictory individual is strongly attractive.

He used to dismiss this kind of statement, and was extremely contemptuous of the bad taste of fate, but now he has to admit that objectively speaking, this statement is indeed true.

Even if it is just quietly curled up in the clouds, the paradox of being both powerful and fragile at the same time makes this dead soul particularly eye-catching.

This is a kind of contradictory beauty that is both separated and well integrated.

To be able to survive the pain that can make the soul collapse, this person's will is undoubtedly strong.

To be able to escape from the underworld, take the golden shuttle from the hands of fate, and escape smoothly, this person's ability is undoubtedly powerful.

But it might be shameful to say that such a strong-willed being who easily moves among the supreme gods with a human body is quietly and palely lying in the clouds, but——he suddenly felt There is something tantalizing about this scene.

Especially - those clouds are his body.

His rationality immediately and calmly reprimanded this thought that made him despise, and made him switch back to an objective and rational perspective, and re-examine the dead souls in the clouds.

The pain caused by the toxin is obviously still going on, and the human sweat has already wet the white clothes.

The cloth close to the body clearly showed the physiological twitching of the muscles, but the other party's panting gradually calmed down with each deep breath.

This is a ferocious beast, but it is not fragile.

He suddenly realized this.

It may be lying quietly and licking its wounds, but under the surface of its fragility, it is actually accumulating strength for the next attack.

Such beasts are undoubtedly terrifying and deadly.Even if it is seriously injured, it still cannot ignore its aggressiveness, and its lying body contains the lethality that can tear its prey to shreds.

Looking at it this way, the fragile beauty that was touching and ambiguous before has become extremely tense and thrillingly tyrannical.

This observation obviously did not meet rational expectations, so Chaos grimaced in silence.

——This is more troublesome.

After all, as far as Chaos's body is concerned, there is no concept of face, so every corner of the entire huge chaotic nebula becomes hard when it is tense.

"..." Yacintos writhed like a salted fish, and lifted his closed eyelids reluctantly, "? Is this how you treat the seriously ill?"

For a moment, Chaos didn't realize what the man was condemning with the condemnation in his voice, and thought it was something wrong with the other party.

After thinking about it, he still put the experience he got from Tartaros into active use, pinched an "armor" and put it on Hyacinthos' dead soul, so as to prevent the possibility of the other party's soul being scattered: "You are killed!" What kind of poison is it?"

He should still be able to help with this.

Hyacinthos lay paralyzed on the hard cloud for a while, calming his breath while weighing between "Can you relax a little" and "Hydra poison, can you help me relieve it?" Which one to choose to ask, after all, he is out of breath now, and what he can say is limited.

Comparing the two, whichever is more important, Hyacinthus chose the latter: "...the poison is on the golden arrow."

He stretched for a while, but he still couldn't resist the pain, so he had to stop it, took a breath for a while, and then continued: "But now the poison is probably fused with the gold thread, you wait."

He paused again: "Wait for a while, let's go together."

Chaos: "..."

The tone of the hell is like climbing a mountain and resting for a while before continuing.

If he hadn't been watching how someone was sweating and his muscles twitching, he wouldn't have imagined how hard a dead duck's mouth could be.

The dead duck flicked half-deadly on the cloud catkins a few times, and then began to dance again: "If you really want to help, light up the galaxy and make it softer, it must be great."

"..." Yunxu in the darkness was silent for a moment, wondering if he was irritated by the request of pushing his nose on his face, and did not light up the galaxy.

But after a while, Yacintos felt that the clouds under his body became extremely soft, almost half of his body was sunk in the clouds.

In this regard, he still said: "Tsk. I don't want to make a star."

Had it not been for his lack of eyes, Chaos would have rolled his eyes: "If you say a few words, you will die?"

"No, but it will be more painful." Yacintos gasped for a few words, and insisted on passing on his experience to Chaos, "Although many people say that the pain is so extreme that you can't speak, but you Think about this principle—it’s all about pain. If you don’t talk, do you just think about the pain? If you talk, you’ll be more or less enlightened, right? So the more it hurts, the more you have to force yourself to talk.”

"..." What kind of nonsense is this.

Chaos wanted to taunt back, but looking at Hyacinthos's sweat-soaked clothes, he raised the topic cooperatively: "The poison was on the golden arrow, how did you get poisoned? Someone shot you with an arrow?"

"I rowed it myself." Yacintos turned over reluctantly, "If I really want to say it, I have to start with the golden flower before..."

The long story was finally sold, and the storyteller Hyacinthus was very satisfied.

Maybe his fallacy really works, or maybe it's just that he's used to this way of adjusting his state under pain. When he said, "The little girl doesn't know what's wrong, the dignified queen of the underworld likes to sew clothes", really He stabilized his breathing, and even regained some of his strength, and sat up with his arms supporting Yunxu: "Forget it, I have nothing to complain about. After all, from the side, I am also a beneficiary. From then on, my clothes She has never broken it, and even the corolla has been taken care of by her. Don't mention anything else, I can't accept the fact that I have provided clothes for free for hundreds of years?"

Yacinto paused for a moment, and then said naturally: "By the way, speaking of this, I also have to thank you. Before that... no one has been with me when I was injured, usually I Slow down and talk to myself. I may not be used to it, and the tone was bad at first, don't mind."

"..." I don't know if it's because Yacinthos hasn't said a few words since entering the abyss, but he suddenly said something nice, and Chaos almost felt flattered.

As for the bad tone at the beginning... To be honest, Chaos felt that the sentence "I can't die" was not as choking as the previous Jacintos' sly words "You have lived a long time and have seen a lot".

This flattery lasted for a long time.

After respite, the human stood up and continued to tell the unfinished story with him while studying how to deal with the hydra venom that merged with the thread of fate.

He suddenly discovered that if the other party really intends to please someone, they can be extraordinarily relaxed and humorous. Even if some cold humor implies ridicule, once the object of ridicule becomes fate, the humor becomes pleasant and relaxed.

——Although he knew that this was mostly because the other party was delayed by his uncontrolled muscles and couldn't do the research himself, he could only count on him to help on his behalf, so he worked so hard to please him, so as to prevent him from being angered by a word or two.

Yacintos shared his next plan with Chaos without hesitation: "When the problem of Hydra venom is resolved, I am going to try to see if I can attach similar 'special properties' to the golden arrow."

He had carefully checked it a long time ago. After all, the golden arrow is a dead thing, and it is impossible to make up a "fate" for it.

The rules that fate added to the Golden Arrow were actually added according to the method of weaving "special attributes" of Yacintos, which was actually the first-hand material for his initial experimental research.

"For example, sacrificing its attribute of 'acting on everyone', transforming it into 'concentrating all the power to only work on a certain existence'." Yacintos said while deliberating, "I doubt that he put it in this way at first. The originally powerful Golden Arrow has been weakened to what it is now—the power against individuals is shared equally, and it is transformed into an effect on everyone."

So if he operated correctly, he might be able to reverse the golden arrow back to its original state, which would make fate fearful.

Then there is only one problem left.

According to Chaos, fate will spread itself on the beloved "masterpiece", and draw strength from the "masterpiece".

As a result, even the golden arrow in its original state couldn't kill the grass, so he still had to find a way to get rid of most of the parasites.

With the help of Chaos, this is of course not difficult to achieve, but he never puts all eggs in the same basket, and always has a backup plan.

This plan will buy him more time to get rid of the parasites...

Jacinto paused.

Judging from the characteristic that the golden thread can add attributes to dead objects like golden arrows, what about time?

Is time a dead thing?If he can go back in time, can he get more opportunities for himself?

This thought made Hyacinths palpitate for a moment.

He couldn't help but be moved by it.

No matter how strong and indestructible he appears, he is still a human with a mortal body.

An ordinary person who strips off all pretense, suffers from pain, exhaustion, and bleeding.

But people, always have selfishness, always have their own negative scales.

His inverse scale used to be Sparta, but under the ravages of time and fate, this inverse scale was pulled out, leaving nothing but emptiness.

Of course, he won't let this be fate's way to blackmail him, but if there is a chance...

"... kind. Human beings." Chaos' voice came to his ears, calling back Yacinthos' attention.

"Huh?" Yacintos restrained his expression for a while, pretending to raise his eyebrows relaxedly.

Chaos now felt suspicious when he saw Jacintos's relaxed expression, wondering if this man was trying to be brave again, after enduring it for a while, he still persuaded him gently: "Why push yourself so hard. "

"..." Hyacinthus pondered for a while what Chaos was talking about in this nonsensical sentence. He didn't miss any conversation just now, right?What did he force himself to do?

Yacintos thought for a while, and decided to give Chaos an official positive energy reply in a literal sense: "Responsibility has to be shouldered by someone. If I take more responsibility, others can relax a little bit."

Chaos obviously didn't know how good politicians are. After a moment of silence: "...What about that golden branch? Is it also a responsibility?"

Yacintos was stunned again, wondering how he forced himself to get involved with Jin Zhi.But to say that the golden stick is the responsibility...

He sneered: "That's actually my selfishness."

Before that, he probably subconsciously thought that his reverse scales had been pulled out by fate, a ruthless bastard, and he had to protect Persephone for her no matter what.

The golden branch may seem meaningless and worthless in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the hearts of the parties like him and Persephone, it is a belief and a symbol.

If it can be delivered to Demeter, it must mean that the spring breeze has come and the long night is dawning.

And he kept this belief in his eyes. From now on, he has traveled thousands of miles, faced with many difficulties and dangers, and he will eventually walk through the night.