Guo Zixiang ran wildly all the way, but fortunately, his physical functions are still working, and he ran on the street for ten minutes without hitting anyone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, it was already the beginning of the lanterns, and the father-in-law of the sun, who had worked hard all day, could finally rest for a while and slowly fall into the sky.

Running and running, and finally arrived at a place where no one was coming, Guo Zixiang suddenly stopped his steps, bent over, gasping for breath, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

He knew that if he continued to run like this, he would not find an end, and on the road he chose, there was only one person walking alone.

Guo Zixiang was helpless and angry.

He was helpless because he knew that there was no way for him to find out the truth of all this, and Silas himself was an existence defined as a demon-level disaster, and his strength should not be underestimated. And those who want to kill Silas are his long-time companions, mentors, and seniors, all of whom are the targets he now admires. With such a comparison of strength, he is just a fantasy.

He was angry, and he was angry because he found that the people who had been walking on the same road had turned their backs on him and chose to go their separate ways. Could it be that just because of a change of identity, it is necessary to erase all of a person's previous lives? He didn't know why those people had such thoughts, and he couldn't understand why such dehumanizing thoughts appeared in more than one person.

He thought of his ridiculous wish to save the world with his own hands. He now suddenly realizes that he seems to have a wrong definition of the whole world, and that he had tried in vain to classify the so-called eccentrics into categories that do not belong to the whole world. But today, he found that if some people who were originally ordinary people have become weirdos because of various changes, can it be said that those kinds of people do not belong to the whole world?

Guo Zixiang began to be confused, he felt that his faith was gradually crumbling, and everything he knew was quietly deviating from his original intention. He wanted to think, but his messy brain couldn't, he wanted to be calm, but the anger in his chest prevented him from calming.

Am I really God? Can I really save the world?

Guo Zixiang's once firm belief in his heart suddenly became less important at this moment. He felt conflicted, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, knuckles rattling.

After a long time like this, Guo Zixiang thought about it, but he still didn't know where he should go now, but it was useless to stay here and feel sorry for himself. So he planned to put down the burden in his heart for a while, take one step at a time, and there will always be a time to solve the problem.

At this time, a person next to him suddenly spoke up.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?"

Guo Zixiang hurriedly raised his head, wiped his face slightly with his sleeve, and looked at the nosy guy in front of him with a shocked expression, why didn't he notice the other party's approach at all just now, could it be that he was paralyzed for a while?

It was a white-haired man who looked to be in his thirties, with huge black sunglasses covering his eyes, and the remaining half of his face looked vicissitudes, full of wrinkles, and wearing a white gown that Guo Zixiang had only seen on TV.

Seeing that Guo Zixiang didn't answer, the man asked again.

"Little brother, what are you doing here? I see that you seem to have something on your mind, and you and I are fated to meet, so it's better to say it and let me solve your problems. ”

With that, the man pointed behind him.

Through the dim moonlight, Guo Zixiang clearly saw that it was an old-fashioned bicycle, which had not been of this style for at least twenty years. On the back seat of the bicycle, there were two flags.

One side wrote: "Chicken Soup for the Soul helps you solve your problems." ”

The other side wrote: "The soul master helps Ni turn evil into good fortune." ”

Seeing this, Guo Zixiang suddenly became interested, and the depression in his heart was temporarily suppressed, dare I still meet this kind of warlock who only exists in the image on the street, looking at this posture, it looks like an old fool who has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years.

Seeing Guo Zixiang's gaze cast over, the man also smiled slightly, stroked the non-existent beard on his chin, and said proudly.

"Little brother, you met me today, it can be regarded as fate, I have been incognito for many years, and I have always been ignorant of the world, today I pinched my fingers, and felt that a noble person appeared, and hurriedly picked up my guy out of the mountain again. Now I see that you are my nobleman. In this case, it turns out that I need all the family property on one person for psychological counseling, and now you only need half price for the reopening of the big reward, plus you are the first guest today, I will give you half price. Counting our fate, I'll give you half price again. That means you just have to give me an eighth. ”

The man stretched out his left hand, drained four fingers, then withdrew two, then another, and finally gestured to half a little finger to indicate that there was no more concession.

Guo Zixiang suddenly became happy when he saw this, he pointed to the other party's finger and said.

"Brother, I see that you are quite professional, and I am embarrassed to refuse you, so let me cook this bowl of chicken soup."

This sudden freak temporarily attracted Guo Zixiang's attention, and it happened that he was a mess, so he simply put aside all the annoying things first.

Seeing that Guo Zixiang agreed, the man stretched out his right hand to him and said: "In the next service, it is customary to pay the bill first and then boil the soup, and there is no credit." ”

"Okay."

Since he had agreed, Guo Zixiang also took out his wallet, and according to what the other party said, he took out one-eighth of his belongings from his wallet and handed it over.

Anyway, it's thirty-seven yuan and six cents, and I don't feel distressed at all.

The man looked at the scattered money in the palm of his right hand, and couldn't say a word for a long time, Guo Zixiang almost thought he was going to choke.

Suddenly, the man shoved the money into his pocket, pulled the bicycle behind him, and fiddled with it, turning it into a makeshift table and two stools. The man sat down directly and motioned for Guo Zixiang to sit down as well.

Looking at the standing tire, Guo Zixiang didn't dare to sit on it, so he had to say to the other party: "I'll just stand." ”

The man was not reluctant, shaking the tortoise shell in his right hand and making a flower in his left hand, and his whole body began to shake his head as if he was dancing as a god.

Looking at this soul master who seemed to have epilepsy, Guo Zixiang wanted to laugh but was embarrassed, so he had to cover his mouth and endure it.

Suddenly, the man stopped and asked seriously.

"Little brother, do you know who I am?"

"How will I know who you are? Isn't it the first day we've met today? ”

Guo Zixiang was also very strange, how could he ask such a question.

"I have opened Tianhui since I was a child, and I have unusual magical powers, which can be known for 500 years and 500 years below. When the people saw me like this, they called me a natural saint. ”