Hearing this, the god of grains folded his hands and walked into the room without fear, and said at the same time: "Not everyone is qualified to be my god of death. Even you, tactile. ”

I didn't rush into the attack. Now I am very resolute in my killing intent, and at the same time very cautious. If there are no fatal omissions in intelligence, the opponent's field of expertise should be in "biological research", not "combat". Now that he has taken the initiative to show up and dare to face me, a person who has even defeated a swordsman, there is undoubtedly a strong confidence that I can't kill him, and maybe even the confidence to solve me before I can kill him.

"What do you think about death?" Probably because he really thought I was the touch of an alien god, he seemed to be self-righteously immersed in some kind of psychedelic feeling that was not talking to other humans, but to the cells of the gods.

He walked slowly to the vicinity of the living sacrifices, as if recalling images of his past, "I am not like other withered believers, I am very afraid of death. The older you get, the more you can smell death, and you can't wait to run away. But unfortunately, the more we psionics want to escape from death, the more deeply we are aware of our own death. Psionic energy can drag us to death against our will. ”

"Until one day, I gave up. Because I finally woke up to the fact that death alone is the absolutely irreversible fate of everything in this universe. When I accepted this, my heart inexplicably settled down. He said, "I used to be so muddy, with empty ambitions, but I lived in nothing, I didn't know who I was, and I was like a waste." But since then, I've decided that I want to let my short life shine because I don't have much left of my life. Whether it's law or ethics, they all want to make way for my brilliance. ”

"Do you have memories of the death of your predecessor when it was devoured? Touch. If you have, then you, who are imitating the human mind at the moment, may be able to understand my feelings. There is nothing more life-inspiring than death. He continued, "Unconsciously, I have reveled in myself as such, with my own death approaching. I don't even want to go back to my original waste-like self. If the Grim Reaper is bound to visit, let the Grim Reaper visit! I'm not going anywhere. By the time I had this thought, I had already become a super-psyker. It turns out that this is the real me. ”

He stared at me intently, "Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night." Seeing with my own eyes and closing my eyes in that universe is the best thing I have ever prepared for my life. You can't stop me. ”

I see, in this case, he is indeed not a pure withered believer. Because what he is looking for is not death, but his dying self. While summarizing in my heart, I said unmoved: "I have seen many people like you. ”

He frowned, "What? ”

"The real you? You misunderstood. Say that you let death visit, and what you don't want to return to your original self...... You're just thinking to yourself that you're dead anyway, so you want to be handsome to yourself and show a dashing and fearless attitude towards other people, that's all. It's really sad to be intoxicated by his acting skills and can't extricate himself, and even deceive himself. More than seventy percent of what I say at the moment is deliberately sarcastic, to make him angry and out of shape, to reveal some flaws, "Don't think that only you are special." You're nothing special, just like any other mortal. Once you realize that you are bound to die, you will wake up; And if you give hope to life again, there is no shame. This is who you really are. ”

"Well, you're quite right." Instead of being angry, he nodded his head in acknowledgement, which made it impossible for me to continue to scorn him, "If I were given the light I wanted, I would not be able to sustain my desperate arrogance." But so what. This assumption makes no sense. Will you be able to reverse my death? You can't. No one. ”

He continued, "Besides, man is an animal that lives in a situation. So in different situations, there will be different souls. This is the principle of nature, how can it be unswerving? If there is, it cannot be said to be a human duty. Whether it's ordinary people or super-grade psionics like me, at the end of the day—"

At this point, he suddenly stopped, and he froze in place. I waited a long time, but he still stood like a fool and did not continue to talk to me.

Just as I was about to take advantage of this opportunity to do something, I suddenly heard the sound of footsteps outside the door. Ceres, too, seemed to wake up and cast his eyes out the door.

Under our watchful eye, Footnote came to the door.

I thought it would be a swordsman. Unexpectedly, it was a plaid shirt.

"How did you get in?" I immediately asked, "Didn't I tell you to wait outside the village honestly?" ”

He himself was actually a little confused, and said without a word, "Because, I, I heard no movement inside for a long time, and I thought ...... So ......"

Why did he think that there had been no movement for a long time, so it was safe inside? Or did you think I was dead inside, so I couldn't sit idly by, so I came in to find out?

At this moment, the god of grains spoke.

"Don't blame him." He said, "I probably subconsciously understood that there was a truth hidden in the temple, so I came back." ”

Come back? It's a word that baffles me. At the same time, Plaid Shirt also noticed the living sacrifices hanging in the room, and his expression froze completely.

And I followed his gaze and suddenly noticed a terrible fact.

Because of the dim light and the fact that the plaid shirt was not around, it was only then that I was slow to react. Frankly, even I, a well-informed person, couldn't figure out what was going on for a while when I noticed the facts.

The fact is: among the hanging living offerings, there is one of them, in the details of the contours of the body, exactly like the plaid shirt next to me.

In my mind, there were several seemingly disparate threads that came together.

The clues that are now known are: the Ceres in front of him has the ability to transform creatures, he once transformed the body of a livestock into a human body, and he himself also has a certain degree of disfigurement ability, when escaping the pursuit of the Demon Suppression Bureau, he modified his face and body;

The black-haired young man who helped him brainwash all the villagers, nicknamed "Heart Demon", has the skill of mind projection, and can not only project his own mind to other bodies, but also project other people's minds onto other bodies;

Ceres' desire to experiment with Plaid Shirt and Swordsman's desire for Plaid Shirt to escape from Harvest Village so that the prophecy can be fulfilled contradicts each other and neither has any intention of giving in to each other.

So, is there some kind of "best of both worlds" solution that can meet the needs of both of these people?

The truth is clear.

I could scarcely think about the cruel answer, and the voice of the Turin doctor, when he used to read the story, echoed in my ears as if nothing had been echoed in my ears: the real he, who had already returned home that day, had been devoured by a man-eating bear, and now he was nothing more than an alien in human skin.

Plaid Shirt said that during the time he fled the village and wandered in the forest, he dreamed that he was captured by the villagers and taken into the temple.

That's not a dream.

Unable to support his body any longer, he leaned against the doorframe in a trembling manner.

"I synthesized the body, and the material was the livestock sacrifices that the villagers sacrificed to me. The synthesized body is actually similar to the quality of his original body, but because the brain that gives orders is in the body here, it is easy to manipulate the body over there to exert potential power at any cost under the impetus of intense emotions. In the words of your martial artists, it is to break the unconscious limit on muscle strength. Ceres laughed, "I guess my craftsmanship is good, but not only can he not detect anything wrong, but even a professional surgeon cannot see the structural incongruity." ”

"The swordsman didn't help him escape from the village, for he didn't flee the village in the first place; Nor did they help him escape from his pursuers, for he did so on his own. I stared at Ceres, "Why doesn't he know about himself, and why did he come into this temple by himself?" What did you do to his consciousness? ”

"If you think I've programmed him to come back in his consciousness, you're wrong. He just knew the truth about everything hidden here, which is why he walked over like a moth to a candle flame. By the way, although I said it was all expected, I was actually surprised. As he said this, he looked at the plaid shirt again, "Originally, the swordsman wanted to ask the demon to do something to your memory, but I didn't expect that after projecting your mind into this body, you forgot everything completely. No, I guess it's unconsciously preventing myself from remembering. Even the memory of not being able to escape from the village was remembered as something that was beneficial to him. It is not incomprehensible that many people who have suffered great psychological trauma will take the initiative to seal the memories related to psychological trauma into the subconscious, and there are not a few cases of this kind of psychology. ”

He smiled cruelly, "However, although I only locked you up for more than ten days, you are obviously in this state for more than ten years under the hijacking of the cranial nerves by the experimental equipment, and you have already gone crazy beyond measure." Just because he picked up a complete body that could move freely and perceive the world to his heart's content, he threw behind the fact that he had already gone crazy. This is something I didn't expect. It's incredible. ”

"I ...... I ......" the plaid shirt's voice became more and more distorted, and tears kept falling, "Don't ...... I'm not...... I'm already ...... Why ......"

Isn't that the truth you're after? Even if you know that you will go crazy, you still have to get to the bottom and pursue the truth, which is the inferior nature of human beings. There was more appreciation in Ceres's tone, "It's a pity, although you are not the kind of soul I want, but if I had known that you would be the one who would come back here, I would have accepted you as a student." ”

The plaid shirt fell to his knees, covered his face with his hands, as if he was going to tear it off, and howled and cried wildly.

It turns out that there are no monsters that can infringe on the mind, what is here is just an unusually cruel truth, and a mortal who can't accept the cruel truth and has shattered his own world.

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The situation is already clear. Plaid shirts, that's the "crazy guy"; What drove him crazy was his essence in these living sacrifices. Not only that, but if nothing else, his parents, who were killed four years ago, are likely to be among these living sacrifices.

I put all my attention on Ceres, but I lost my anger unconsciously, and all that remained in my heart was a cold determination: I will kill him, right tonight, right here.

I think it was because of this overly strong determination that my anger was extinguished. It was as if in the face of a heinous criminal, I would at first be outraged for his crimes, but the moment the judge handed him the death penalty, my anger ended. Because, although his death sentence has not yet been carried out, I already know his fate. I was even able to look at his wicked and blasphemous behavior with a very tolerant attitude. Because I know best how resolute my hand is in holding the axe.

It's okay to say that I'm arrogant and ignorant of the sky, but at this moment, I just want to be his judge, and I just want to be his executioner.

At this moment, I used the footwork of shrinking the ground into inches, and suddenly burst in front of him. He couldn't react, and I would never give him the slightest time to react, and I smashed his head with a single punch.

Flesh and bones exploded, but there were no broken brains inside, and his head was empty. At the same time, he was able to continue his activities and get out of my range.

His brain wasn't in his skull, wasn't this his body, a clone of the mental projection he asked the black-haired young man to create for him? No, even if the black-haired youth was his companion, he wouldn't let his soul be interfered with by other psionics. In this case, there is only one possibility.

He used biological modifiers to shift the location of his brain in his body.

Since he can do this, then other vital points of the human body must no longer be his vital points. What he has is an immortal body with a high degree of completion.

That's why he has no fear?

After he retreated, his whole body swelled suddenly, turning into a monster of more than three meters, like a demon in a fictional story, and pounced on me. However, this attack was unskillful, and as I knew, he was a psyker who wasn't good at fighting. After I dodged his attack, I punched him in the body again. His upper body exploded like a punctured foam. But no brains have fallen.

His lower body, which had only the lower half of his body, retreated again, and at the same time expanded extremely rapidly, regaining his full form. That's more than ten times faster than all the super-speed regeneration I've ever seen, and what's more, his skin changes like a chameleon, blending into the darkness.

At the same time, he opened the door in the room that led to the next door and went to the other rooms.

I followed into the room, but it was a clever trap.

It's not that I'm defenseless, in fact, I've made sure that there are no traps inside the temple long before I enter the temple. It's a clever trap - no, given that Ceres doesn't know I'm a prophet, it's likely not a deliberate trap either.

The "trap" itself is an item placed on a corner counter.

It was a Buddha sculpture.

The moment I saw the Buddha sculpture, I felt like I had been strangely captured. It stands to reason that I am not subject to psychic interference, but the way this thing captures my mind is dimensionally different from the psychic interference of the so-called psionics.

Almost unconsciously, I came to the Buddha statue and picked it up. Everything in front of me is becoming abstract, and the sound in my ears is no longer like the original sound. This feeling is similar to the "Gestalt Collapse". In this abstract scene, I seem to be approaching the universe again that is full of metaphors of "gears and levers".

However, even this imagery is becoming distorted, as if someone is trying to alter the original harmony of the painting with other colors with some kind of malice.

And the image of the Buddha sculpture in my eyes is becoming more and more grotesque, even terrifying. The rough shell also seemed to spread out something dense like tentacles. The voice in my ears is even more distorted, because it is too distorted, so it seems to form some kind of meaningful speech.

- If you see what you are not, you will see what you are.

This otherworldly Buddha statue seemed to be saying this to me. At the same time, some cursed and taboo knowledge seems to be entering my brain, trying to use it as a pioneer to invade my mind completely.

At this moment, a sword light broke through the wall, as if it had grasped my flaw at the moment and wanted to cut off my head.

It was none other than the intact swordsman.

Ceres was really deceiving me before, he had completely cured the swordsman.

However, the swordsman probably didn't know how keenly I was at this moment. And his attempt to sneak up on me has long been taken into my mind, and he has played the loudest alarm bell for me, forcibly dragging me out of this dangerous and involuntary state.

As if I had not been affected by the Buddha sculpture in the first place, I avoided this sword light in advance, and was soberly aware that the "existence in the darkness" suggested by the second act of divination was the god Ceres, who was now hidden in the darkness.

As for whether I had a horrible expression and bloodshot eyes, I couldn't see it myself, so I couldn't know.

All in all, it is not a wise countermeasure to deal with the swordsman on the one hand and the Ceres in the darkness on the other in such a narrow terrain.

Without thinking, I smashed through the wall and shifted the battlefield to the outside world.