【In the garden】

"Ahem, ahem!"

The wind's right hand was holding the collar of Ninety-Six, who had just been blown to the wall by the wind's power. It seems that he has suffered a lot of injuries, which is not a good thing for an old man of his age.

Drip, drip, drip!

The wind's bracelet kept making a faint sound, and the old man looked at the wind's wrist; It seemed to be some kind of alarm sign, and it seemed that the Vichur Wind in front of him was well prepared before entering the courtyard.

Hopefully he'll get out." ’

The old man muttered inwardly. Kazami didn't make any other moves, so he put the suppressor on the old man's hand and let the old man go. In a few minutes before the Border Wall guards could get there, the only thing he didn't know was what was going on on Shiro's side.

"I want you to be honest about why you let your son go into hiding and lie about his disappearance. Also, does the riot in the village have anything to do with you? ”

Listening to the wind's questioning, the old man sat down on the slightly damp ground. Coldly looking at the wind.

"What does it have to do with you? If I remember correctly, you still have a lot of things to attend to in Vicher City, right? The people here will soon have to pay the price for their actions, and the previous incident of the mutation in the village is only the beginning. You'll see more of this later, even..."

When the old man said this, he looked in the direction of the back mountain, and then looked at the wind with a somewhat puzzled expression. It seems that this Vichur Wind doesn't know what's going to happen next in this village.

The old man shook his head, shaking the idea of the wind unaware out of his mind. The smell on his body obviously came from the border, how could he not know about it?

"Or even what?"

Wind asked, "Ninety-six, a half-talker, is the most annoying thing for Wind." It's just that Ninety-Six is too old, otherwise the wind will definitely make him taste the bitterness.

The old man looked at the wind with a sarcasm in his eyes.

"Don't you know... Ahem, ahem! ”

Perhaps it was the attack before the wind that injured the old man so badly that blood even spilled from the corners of his mouth. Wind didn't have the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, but he couldn't let this man who seemed to have manipulated the grand conspiracy die here. He then used his communications device to send a message to the approaching support team that there were wounded.

A string of black garbled characters appeared on the wind's communication device, and when the wind looked closely, the garbled characters disappeared. All that was left was a message sent in vain.

"Tell me what to say in the interrogation hall, your son seems to be in good luck. Ran away for him. ”

Wind sees the message that Shiro has lost his target when he sends a message. When Ninety-Six heard this, he only smiled faintly.

"Where to interrogate? Forget it, boy, I'll tell you at the end. Get out of here, it's none of your business. I just want to make this group of villagers who discriminate against me pay. The stone will release a large amount of boundary material in a few days. When the time comes, anyone who has the name of a number here will become a frontier creature. ”

Take its toll? Wind understood when he heard this, and the deserter seemed to want to make this place a paradise for border creatures.

"Why? Just because they discriminated against you as a deserter? ”

The old man heard the wind's question, and only replied lightly.

"Just? You have to know my family, as long as everything related to me will be brought to the infamy of deserters. I was sent to this damn village as a defender, just to atone for my sins, just to rest in peace for my brothers who were on this mission with me back then. ”

The old man's voice was flat, but the wind heard helpless indignation in it.

"What happened back then wasn't what you heard in the recordings.... But I don't care. This is long overdue. You can't save the people here, they're doomed. ”

For some reason, Wind only felt a strange change in the thoughts in his brain, at least his brain felt that the biology of the villagers of Kasia Village was not such a big deal for him, and what made Wind more interested was what happened to Ninety-Six. Although Feng wanted to focus his attention on the boundaries of the villagers, for some reason he only wanted to ask about what happened back then.

What's wrong with me? Why can't you ask what's going to happen in the village? Feng kept thinking in his heart, but he said this sentence on his lips.

"What happened back then?"

The old man looked at the wind, his eyes full of disappointment.

"It seems that you have also been affected, and it seems that it is impossible for me to save them in my life. I thought the breath on your body would make you understand what was going on here... That's it. Everything here is irresistible. Everything is controlled here. There's..."

Ninety-Six closed his eyes. In his mind, there was always a pair of eyes watching him, and Ninety-Six had been watching them for decades.

He was so tired. In a trance, he seemed to hear a word.

[Give up, it's over....]

"It's... The call of the gods..."

It was Ninety-Six's final murmur, and he fainted. Seeing this, Feng hurriedly stepped forward to check the situation of No. 96.

It's okay, just unconscious. Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he thought he had beaten this guy to death. Suddenly, the wind was cold, and he hurriedly looked back.

Empty.

Looking back at the mountain, the edge of the boundary wall could be seen in the clouds at the highest point.

"I... What's wrong? The wind rubbed his eyebrows, but he didn't know that a pair of eyes had already looked at him.