sjar Chapter 351 Planning and Destruction
Chapter 351 Planning and Destruction
"It really is that guy."
Back at the door of the asylum, Zhi Geng looked at the swirling fog that seemed to be drawn in around him, his expression somewhat solemn.
The originally withered weeds on the ground now swayed left and right, regaining their green color and looking full of vitality.
But this vibrant scene seemed a little strange in the dilapidated hospital.
Zhikuai walked quickly through the hospital gate and came to the hospital atrium.
Here, as expected, she saw a beautiful woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
The other person sat cross-legged with her eyes closed in the middle of the courtyard, with a rotating compass placed flat on the ground in front of her.
With this woman as the center, one cold white strange symbol after another floated, forming an intricate sphere.
This is Max from Night Watch...
But Zhi knew better that the other party's real identity was not Max.
The opponent's appearance is not important. What is important is the symbols and methods around them - a unique and unparalleled method among the entire "Death Game" player group.
"'Fortune Teller'..."
Zhi Geng looked at the other person, murmured, and clenched the pencil in his hand.
Max, the "Fortune Teller," slowly opened his eyes.
"Night Watchman, Robin, I didn't expect to meet you in this situation."
"What surprised me even more was that you actually came back—I didn't take the initiative to look for you, so shouldn't you have left quickly?"
The fortune teller's voice was calm, without any emotion.
Zhi Geng shook his head: "Of course I know that going out and reporting back is the best option, but... I won't choose that."
The fortune teller sighed, "Are you trying to stop me from getting the secret treasure here? Honestly, you're not qualified."
"Admittedly, you've almost reached the threshold of the 'Heart Realm,' but until you cross that threshold, you're not qualified."
Robin shook his head: "I'm not interested in that. I'm just a 'Night Watchman', not 'Order' yet... No matter what your Excellency has planned, I don't mean to ruin your plan, it's just..."
"only?"
The fortune teller asked curiously.
"I vaguely remember that there really is a person named Max in our Night's Watch, the 'Wild Boar' of Star City. She seems to be a pretty good person." Robin stared at the fortune teller's face that belonged to Max, "So... I want to confirm, how is she?"
The fortune teller sighed. "I read the hexagram before coming in. It said the second half of your life will be turbulent. If you stay in the dark, everything will go smoothly. But if you come out into the open, disaster will come... So that's what it means."
Hearing the fortune teller's words, Zhigeng's face darkened a little bit: "So..."
"I need a 'First Order' identity, and I'm not very good at the 'Psychology Society's' suggestion and manipulation," the fortune teller pointed to "himself," that is, to Max, "so I can only extract her soul and inject it back in..."
After hearing the fortune teller's light words, Robin silently put away his pencil.
The fortune teller shrugged. "Unfortunately, if you want to save her, it's probably too late... So, don't do anything stupid. Report back when you get out."
"Do not."
Robin spoke softly, interrupting the fortune teller.
She took out a black hairband and tied up her messy seaweed-like hair, which was very thick for a stay-at-home artist.
"It's too late to save her, but I can still get revenge."
The fortune teller narrowed his eyes: "Are you familiar with her?"
"Not familiar, just from the same organization... Mainly, after you said she couldn't be saved, I suddenly remembered a very small thing about why I remembered her," Zhi whispered. "When I was on a business trip to Xingcheng, she said she followed my Weibo and liked my paintings. She said she felt I had a good sense of color and that my images were full of stories."
"This only makes me feel that it's unnecessary," the fortune teller frowned. "Doesn't this further prove that you barely know her?"
"No," Zhi Geng took out a utility knife from his bosom, "a scumbag like you who is a 'predator' won't understand. She is a very good girl."
"So I won't allow you to use her appearance to make such disgusting gestures anymore."
Robin said, running the utility knife across his palm.
Blood gushed out of the wound. Zhi Geng dipped his other hand in the blood and began to draw bright red blood pictures in the air.
The content of the painting does not seem to have any entity, but rather seems to be some kind of postmodern painting.
Meaningless bright red lines and geometric blocks are stacked together.
At first, the fortune teller didn't know what Zhi Geng was planning to do.
But soon...
The fortune teller understood.
"There are so many talented players nowadays..."
He sighed, watching the ground beneath his feet turn into those bright red blocks that looked like deconstructionist art.
Zhi Geng seems to be using some means to gradually replace the material of "reality" with her "paintings".
At the same time, she can also influence reality in turn by influencing the paintings made of her blood!
She used her fingers to stir the floating painting in front of her fiercely, and the blood dragged by her fingers formed sharp corners.
The same thing happened at the feet of the fortune teller.
The blood-red ground beneath the fortune teller's feet shook violently, and then sharp spikes rose up one by one.
"What a trick!"
The fortune teller praised, and the compass on the ground flew into his hand, spinning rapidly and making a buzzing sound.
As the compass turned, the white hexagram symbols around him also began to rotate.
The fortune teller's entire body floated up, with the corners of his clothes and hair fluttering, like an immortal descending to the earth.
"However, no matter how beautiful this unconventional method is...it's not good enough."
The fortune teller said this and turned the compass again.
"The shock came with a roar, and the laughter was hoarse; the shock was a hundred miles away, but the dagger and wine were not lost!"
Fierce and righteous words rang out, and in contrast, a blue-white lightning suddenly appeared in the sky.
"boom!"
The lightning struck like the wrath of a god.
After the light faded, Zhi Geng knelt on the ground, with burn marks on the edges of his clothes.
Blood-stained papers fell from the air like snowflakes - it was these very papers that had blocked the almost fatal attack for her.
But even so, Zhigeng was obviously still seriously injured.
She crawled on the ground, hunched over, and trembled uncontrollably.
The blood in his hands also lost its ability to cohere and flowed freely.
The fortune teller shook his head. "How strange! Has the forum removed my ranking?"
"The youngsters of the Night's Watch dare to challenge me."
After saying this, the fortune teller was about to continue the unfinished ritual...
The robin on the ground, who had not yet regained the ability to move, laughed.
“Hiss…”
The voice was weak, but full of mockery.
She raised her head with an effort and looked at the fortune teller.
"Idiot...I've been here...I know what you want."
"You can't get the soul of Lord Kirishima now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fortune teller's face changed slightly.
The bright red on the ground collapsed, revealing the old wine cellar underneath!
In the wine cellar, white mist gushed out, accompanied by screams and weeps, and dissipated towards the outside of the island!