If I tell anyone else about this, no one else will believe it, but the truth is, I really lost the swordsman.

That's right, I chased after the man who had his heart and lungs broken and didn't have a good piece of meat all over his body.

This is also one of the common abilities of super-level psionics.

In other words, in fact, it is not limited to super-grade psionic beings, almost all psionic people have this ability, but they are only strong and weak. This ability is to surpass the "survivability" of ordinary people. As long as the psychic has not given up the will to survive, it will be more difficult to die than the average person. If it's just a second- or third-level psionic, it's not outrageous, but when it comes to the first and special levels, this survivability will seem inhuman. Especially for the super-grade, as long as most super-grade psionics have that meaning, they can temporarily forget all distractions, even the fact that "they are dying", and then gain temporary immortality, as long as the brain has not been destroyed, they can make the body continue to exert performance, and even play the performance of catching up with the heyday.

Of course, no matter what kind of psyker they are, the more they resist death, the more they will sketch out their own death. As the Turin doctor once said, death is the fate that everything in this universe cannot resist against.

This is why even if a super-grade psionic person has such magical powers, he cannot live forever. Often, the more psykers reject the fate of death, the more likely they are to live a short life; If you don't pursue longevity, then life expectancy is no different from that of ordinary people. And once a martial artist achieves "not bad", he will live longer than a psionic person. Therefore, if it is only to live a long time, the pursuit of spiritual energy is to sacrifice the basics......

No, think far ahead. All in all, the so-called immortality of super-grade psionics is nothing more than a temporary emergency measure. If all the fatal injuries cannot be repaired within a certain period of time, then the same will be fatal.

The same is true of the swordsman, who has too many fatal wounds and too severe. Although he escaped so fast that I couldn't catch up with him within the time limit of the "Break It Down" mode, if nothing else, this should be the last time I saw him. Even though I didn't see his body with my own eyes, I couldn't be reassured.

I went back to where I had fought. By this time, the blood on the ground had been diluted by the heavy rain. I looked at the ground and suddenly a question arose that I hadn't thought much about before.

The first generation of Yanliu Sword Heroes used the Wild Tai Sword, and that kind of weapon is more suitable for the swordsmanship of opening and closing than the delicate and slender swordsmanship, and the inheritors of the Yanhui in the past will not know it. In this case, why do you want to "make up" Yan Hui into that diametrically opposite trick?

If people in the past only didn't understand the techniques of the first generation of Yan Hui, then why did the swordsman, who was proud of the reputation of the reincarnation of the first generation of Yanliu Sword Hero, and the talented inheritor, have no doubts about Yan Hui, instead of overturning it and starting over, breaking the misunderstanding of the martial arts world about Yan Hui to this day?

With this question in mind, I turned to the young man I had taken off the train earlier. He's gone, too, but not far. I found him very quickly.

He was held by me on the shoulder, the whole person trembled, turned around, and when he saw that it was me, he asked with a sad face: "That, is it still ...... Anything else? ”

"I want to ask you some questions." I say.

"What's the problem?" He asked nervously.

The reason why I brought him down was naturally not for nothing. I have not forgotten that the swordsman had called him "this unfortunate young man", a phrase that I had been a little concerned about, as if the swordsman knew something about him. Of course, maybe it's just a random word picked up by the swordsman, and there is no deep meaning in it. But I have to make sure.

"Why were you chased before?" I'll start with that.

He fell silent, as if he had something unspeakable, and then asked me in turn, "Excuse me, are you a psyker?" ”

"Now I'm asking you." I showed a threatening tone, consciously or unconsciously.

He probably remembered my fight with the swordsman just now, his lips trembled, and then he replied, "They...... Trying to kill me, no, exactly...... to make me a living sacrifice. ”

"They're withered believers?"

"Huh? No. He shook his head repeatedly, "They believe in a god called Ceres. ”

"I've never heard of such a deity." I say. Since the Hell Holocaust, all the gods and Buddhas have been slaughtered by the undead, so that the gods who can survive them are easy to remember—not because they are powerful, but because there are so few.

Could it be, not gods, but elves? I've heard that in some areas, there is still a culture of elven faith.

He said bitterly, "Because that god is made up, and it is completely superstitious." ”

"Superstition." I repeated. In my home country, superstition and theism are one and the same thing, but in this world, the two should be treated differently.

I looked around, it was dark and it was raining heavily, so I said to the young man, "Let's find a place to shelter from the rain first, and we'll talk about the details later." ”

He didn't resist me and behaved very obediently.

We quickly got out of the valley floor and found a road nearby. Walking along the road, it didn't take long to find a deserted motel on the side of the road.

At this time, I took out an umbrella from my body, propped it up, and led the young man there.

When the young man saw me holding an umbrella, he immediately looked puzzled, "Even if you only start holding an umbrella at this time, it's ...... Wait......" he noticed, "you're not wet at all?" ”

He read that right, I wasn't soaking wet from the rain.

A martial artist who has practiced light and dark energy to perfection can use the muscles of his whole body to exert strength, and if he goes further, even if someone splashes water on his body, the water droplets will not be able to touch his body, and he will be immediately shaken apart. Not only the droplets of water, but also the flames that fall on the body can be shattered in this way. In martial arts theory, this is known as "water and fire do not invade", and it is a field that is far higher than the "cold and heat invasive" that can be achieved by just practicing hard. If you use it flexibly, you can walk in the rain without getting wet.

It's not like I'm not completely wet, I didn't bother to use this trick when I was fighting the swordsman just now, and I couldn't completely dry the moisture that seeped into my clothes afterwards, but it's not much different. I didn't have a change of clothes with me, so I had to use this trick first. As for the reason why I have to use an umbrella now, it is to avoid being seen as wrong when entering the motel.

The young man hugged his soaked upper body and said enviously, "He is worthy of being a psychic." And I didn't excuse myself, so I let him misunderstand.

Soon, we rented a room in the hostel. The young man went to take a shower first, and I took advantage of this time to make a phone call to the doctor in Turin.

I couldn't tell the swordsman what he meant by "the touch of an alien god", but I had no intention of putting it on hold. Since I myself am unheard, it is only natural that I should seek advice from the learned elders.

The doctor in Turin answered my phone. I couldn't help but think about how she picked up the phone without her hands and feet.

"Facelings?" Her voice reached my ears.

I responded, "I have a question for you." ”

"Well, please say it." Although my call was a little abrupt, she was not disrupted and said slowly, "As long as it is within my ability, I will answer." ”

I thanked him and then said, "I want to know what the touch of an alien god means." ”

Hearing this, she paused for a few seconds.

"I won't ask, where did you hear about it?"

"Thank you for your understanding."

"Let me make sure, do you know the meaning of the word 'alien god'?" She asked.

"I guess it's a god from another universe." I said, "If we make sacrifices to Them, we will receive a corresponding gift; And as a price, it will be punished by God. ”

"Not only that, but they also fall into confusion and madness because they have witnessed something incomprehensible. The sharper the inspiration, the more so. She said, "Now that you know something about the Outer Gods, it's easy to say." Hmmm......"

She seemed to be considering her words, and after a moment she said, "Do you remember the bedtime story you read to me the night a few days ago?" ”

"Which one are you talking about?"

“。”

"Yes."

"Can you read it to me again?"

"I only remember the synopsis, and maybe I'll make a mistake."

"But I remember it clearly." She smiled and said, "Well, I'll do it." ”

I had a vague hunch, and then I promised, "Okay." ”

On the other side of the phone, the Turin doctor tells the story slowly:

It is said that once upon a time, in a remote town, there lived an ordinary man. He has an elderly mother and a friend who has been missing for years.

One day, he returned from a hunt in a nearby forest. Because he was greedy for convenience, he took a shortcut. According to legend, the place where this shortcut is located, there are man-eating bears. But the man didn't think so, and he followed the shortcut and returned to the town very safely.

But that night, the man had a dream.

He dreamed that he had come to the shortcut again, and he was walking on the shortcut in a daze, when suddenly he heard the call of his friend from the deep forest. He followed the sound and found that his friend, who had been missing for many years, was standing intact in the woods.

The man and his friend were delighted with this touching reunion, and the two walked home while chatting about the past. Suddenly, my friend grew black hair all over his body, and his body became so huge that he turned into a bear and ate the man in his stomach.

This is the end of the dream, but, from this day on, the man becomes more and more strange. He noticed that his skin was growing black hair, his face was distorted, and his mouth was more and more like the snout of an animal. He also