blogombal Chapter 351 Are you really going to make me slay a god?
Chapter 351 Are you really going to make me slay a god?
Of the other three rare items, the [Changming Lamp], ranked 3598th, was naturally acquired by Fu Xiaojian, mainly because there was no one competing with him.
Ronaldinho, the only potential competitor, wasn't even mentioned.
The [Fish Scale Inner Armor], ranked 4312, also doesn't attract much interest.
Because it comes at the cost of a "fishy smell," which is no different from body odor.
This cost excludes almost all women.
Actually, this item is very suitable for Tashan, since it's for stacking shields.
However, Tashan seems unwilling to take more than its share.
In the end, Ivan accepted this strange object, which was also his first strange object.
As for the fishy smell, it's actually the least noteworthy thing for foreigners.
The most popular item was actually the [Legion Ring], which ranked last.
The ability to burrow underground is a life-saving skill.
In the end, Lin Zhennan acquired the [Earth Vein Ring].
This is both an acknowledgment of military strength and a rational allocation of combat power.
As night falls, the blood-red sun sinks below the horizon, replaced by a sky full of dazzling stars.
After the apocalypse, the starry sky seemed clearer than ever before. The distant stars twinkled in the light-pollution-free sky, like countless silent eyes looking down on this ravaged land.
Before the apocalypse, no one would have turned their attention to this fascinating treasure.
After the apocalypse, this will become a treasure for everyone.
Perhaps one of those stones represents their longing for their loved ones.
Several bonfires were lit in the town square.
Some remained silent, some whispered among themselves, and some stared blankly at the flames.
There was so much good news today, and so much bad news too.
Xu Si was still sitting on the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, with Yi Yi leaning on his shoulder, already asleep.
Her small body rose and fell slightly with her breath, and her long, emerald-green hair cascaded down, swaying gently in the night breeze.
He didn't sleep.
Starry eyes pierce the night sky, gazing at the distant Milky Way.
If he hadn't paid much attention to the system's notes before, he would definitely not ignore them starting today.
Perhaps there really is something beyond our comprehension watching him.
The system's warning kept echoing in his mind.
"Stay away from His authority, this is a warning."
Who is He?
Is it one deity, or a group?
What is authority?
Is it the starry sky? Is it fate? Or something else entirely?
he does not know.
Who is He? Does He really exist?
If He is a god, then what kind of god is He?
Why should we care about someone as insignificant as ourselves?
But whose doing is behind the disasters on Earth?
Xu Si had too many questions, and the only answer he received was the silent starry sky.
As the night breeze grew cooler, it swept across the edge of the cliff, scattering the smoke from the campfire into countless tiny ashes.
Xu Si withdrew his gaze from the starry sky and looked down at the small groups of people in the square.
By the campfire, Yang Fan was enthusiastically polishing his two spears; Dou Dou was training his prehistoric crocodile; Ta Shan, after eating his fill, was drowsy and, after only a few words, his head began to nod off.
Xiao Luo listened and watched quietly, as if everything was so beautiful.
Zhou Huo and his group were not treated too badly; they were placed in the corner at the very edge of the square.
The dinner that evening brought them a long-lost sense of warmth.
While the others chatted and laughed, they had no campfire, only a few thin blankets, and they huddled together like a pack of abandoned stray dogs that had been picked up.
But no one complained, no one even made a sound; they watched in silence, witnessing the peace and beauty.
Zhou Huo sat on the far side, his bald head reflecting a faint light in the night.
He stared at the campfire in the center of the convoy, his expression complex and indescribable.
"Third Master." Someone called him softly beside him. It was the thin young man, the one whom Shao Bing had entrusted with this important task.
"Don't call him Third Master anymore," Zhou Huo said in a low voice.
"From now on, call me by my name. Oh, and I've always called you 'Skinny,' I still don't know your name!"
"Brother, my name is Shao Qing. I saw that the leader of the sword-wielding gang seemed to have some potions!" The skinny young man paused for a moment, then said.
Zhou Huo didn't respond; he had seen it too, because Xu Si hadn't tried to hide it from anyone.
He looked up at the tall, slender figure on the roof of the Nirvana vehicle.
In the darkness of night, Xu Si sat there, motionless, like a monument.
Zhou Huo had no idea what Xu Si was thinking.
But he could sense that there seemed to be some indescribable distance between that figure and the entire convoy.
Like the stars in the sky, they brightly illuminate the earth, yet remain forever high above.
Perhaps, this is the loneliness of the strong.
Zhou Huo withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.
"Go to sleep? Maybe you'll wake up someday!" After being directly confronted, he became much more at ease.
The night breeze is cool tonight.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
Tonight, perhaps.
……
Xu Si sat on the roof of the car, his breathing soft and even.
He had already noticed the prying eyes and the huddled figures at the edge of the square.
My gaze lingered for a moment on that reflective bald head.
Fu Xiaojian's approach may be correct.
Killing can solve many problems.
But there are also many more problems that cannot be solved.
There are too many people who deserve to die in this apocalypse.
If they were all killed, then humanity would probably be finished.
He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the starry sky.
He suddenly wondered what lay beyond the sequence.
Is it the divine position mentioned by the system, or the power coveted by all the gods?
What exactly does Miaomiao want to say today?
Could it be that she has had more contact with people than I have?
Moreover, he had just thought of a crucial issue.
Isn't the "Bloodline Whisper" of the Star Throat a one-way information transmission?
Why was Miaomiao able to send him messages?
Does her sequence have some special characteristics?
Xu Si frowned slightly.
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his sister.
But the clearer this feeling became, the more uneasy he became.
Yi Yi stirred on his shoulder, making a soft murmur in her sleep, and her little hands unconsciously gripped his collar.
Xu Si glanced down, his gaze softening unconsciously.
"Whoever you are," he whispered to himself.
"Don't touch my people."
The night breeze seemed to pause for a moment.
Xu Si raised his head, and the crimson star deep within his starry eyes contracted slightly.
Business as usual.
Xu Si withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.
The starry sky is exceptionally clear tonight.
Those distant stars hung silently in the sky, like countless eyes.
But Xu Si knew that there might indeed be one, or even several, pairs of eyes watching him.
Although Xu Si could not feel the gaze or the slightest abnormality.
But he believes it is a sign from fate.
"You really think highly of me, huh?"
Who exactly caused all of this?
"They're not really going to make me slay a god, are they?"
"hehe"
Xu Si chuckled silently, a laugh that was both a mockery of fate and a self-deprecating remark.
Perhaps he really does have "persecution complex".