When Eshua turned around, Teresa was lying on top of him, her face down against his chest, their arms stretched horizontally and their palms clasped together. Their bodies looked like two unorthodox crosses stacked on top of each other. Whether it was Esher or Teresa, each of their fingers was frozen in a state of high flexion by the coagulated blood between their palms, as if the fierce clamping and counter-clamping were still continuing. At this time, the sense of pain became a reliable messenger, an efficient and faithful response to the conditions of Estheu's body. The injuries all over his body had basically healed, except for the slight burning sensation remaining in his left palm, which spread from the palm to the back of his hand. The pain in his right knee was the most pronounced and intense, which made Eshu quickly notice that he could barely move his right leg freely, and that the command was amputated as soon as it reached his knee—what happened? The thrilling details of the fight flashed through Eshy's mind, and it took him a moment to realize that a black key was stuck in his knee, and the joint there was presumably pierced in half. Essho only wanted his muscles not to wrap the blade too tightly when he pulled it out, but before that he could do so, he needed to remove the Hellern's nun from his body.

Eshy tried to pull out his fingers, his movements were slight, but he felt Teresa's fingers twitch as well, and then the twitches were like an electric current running down the muscles, from the palm of the hand to the arm, then from the arm to the torso, and finally from the torso to the rest of the body. Teresa shook her head hard, and slowly raised her head.

The heavily distorted mask floated in front of Essiu, who tensed his body in shock and subconsciously grabbed Teresa's hand again. Teresa didn't react violently, her stiff fingers loosened one by one, lying supple in Estheau's palm, motionless. Only then did Estheus notice that Teresa's gaze was empty, and the shadow of her personality was hidden in the deepest part of her pupils. At this time, she was neither a nun of hell nor the eldest daughter of the Elfwan family. Estheu didn't know what was going on, but his instincts told him that Teresa wasn't a threat at this point. But prudence is not always a bad thing, and Brochette's account of the nuns of hell in Pendezhi is as rigorously worded as a medical report, and Esher vaguely remembers the last sentence of the page: "Suspected of having extremely severe schizophrenia." And after being chased by Teresa from Poimbru all the way to the Vaal Snow Plains, Esher had a rough idea of what that term meant.

Eshyu carefully picked up Teresa and lowered her into the snow beside her. Teresa was quietly at his mercy, like a lifeless doll, but she occasionally rolled her eyes to glance curiously at Estheau. Eshu sat up, holding the black key in his right hand, tentatively exerting his power - this time he pulled it out without having to use the Hainafa.

The bleeding stopped quickly, and the new flesh and skin filled the penetrating wound in a moment, but the deeper injuries under the wound did not improve significantly, and for a while Aeshu would definitely not be able to walk normally. It turns out that there is a limit to his self-healing ability, and this kind of serious injury that hurts the muscles and bones will not be as good as a flesh injury. What happens if I hurt my internal organs next time? Eshua thought silently, and he tilted all the weight of his body to his left leg, and slowly stood up with the dragon tooth pine. He limped around the Dragon's Tooth Pine, looking up for a branch that could act as a crutch. As he turned to the back of the tree, Esher noticed a deep hole in the trunk, and he reached into it and groped for a hard, rough pillar. He took it out, and after he could make it out by the moonlight, his expression suddenly froze.

It was a cane, rough in shape and with simple lines, with verdant vines that ran from the tip to the end of the cane, exactly like the one Eshu had seen in his dreams. In his dream, a man in a gray robe used to lazily lean on this cane, gazing leisurely at the misty mountains in the distance. I'll leave it to you for the time being. The man's words, shattering the boundary between reality and fiction, echoed in his ears again. Estheu's first instinct was to throw the cane as far away as possible, and if he could, he even wanted to take a few steps to nail the damn cane into the snow hundreds of paces away in a javelin-throwing position. But the vines rolled up his palms and silently bound his wrists. The cane was pulled back in mid-air and fell back into Essho's hands. At this time, he had a cramping pain in his right knee, and his center of gravity collapsed inexplicably, and Ai Xiu tilted his body and reflexively supported his body with a cane.

The pain in his right knee became more and more intense, as if a red-hot iron had been embedded in it. Broken joints and broken bones vibrated and buzzed. You need me. Esthew heard the cane say this. The wolf cub is right about one thing, fate doesn't matter to believers, whether you choose it or not, it will come to you, just like you will put your hand into a tree hole anyway.

So did I choose fate, or did fate choose me? Eshua gritted his teeth, cold sweat breaking out.

You'll understand when you make your choice.

The pain was gone, the joints and bones had stopped shaking, and the cane fell silent. Eshu gasped, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair. He slowly stood up with his cane. "It's as if I'll have a choice." Eshu said, staring at the cane.

No one answered. Cold anger filled Eshy's chest, but he knew that any attempt would be futile. The vines were still wrapped around his wrist, and Escho felt a dull pain in his right knee at the slightest attempt to tear it. He now desperately needed to divert his attention. Eshyu returned to Teresa and held out his hand to her, "Can you go?" ”

"Griff?" Teresa looked at him blankly, "Why are you here?" ”

"Can you go?" asked Essio, patiently repeated, trying to soften his voice.

"Griff!" Teresa suddenly threw herself into his arms, her voice full of surprise and longing, like a girl seeing her long-lost lover, but her movements were as fast as a pounced leopard! At that moment, Eshu almost thought that his neck was about to be bitten off again, and he tried to suppress his defensive instincts so that he didn't punch out. The Helln's emotions exploded suddenly, she laughed and cried, her arms tightly wrapped around Eshur's back, as if to rub him into her body. "Great, the director said you were dead, and he was really lying. So you've come to Livingston to help me hunt Meldre......" Her voice grew faster and faster, like a cheerful wind chime, and soon the torn mask could no longer convey her meaning clearly. "Here, Griff, help me rip the mask off." Teresa grabbed Eshy's hand and placed it on her cheek.

Esher hesitated for a few seconds and slowly unveiled Teresa's mask.

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