Walking stick plus eye patch, immobility, juvenile.

Isn't that me?

Yes, I've seen this man, every day in the mirror - I naturally wouldn't tell him that. I just looked at the bandage freak more closely. The first thing that can be confirmed is that he is not a dream dweller, but a person who has entered the dream world from the real world. At least I can make out of it.

But whether it's his appearance or his voice, he is extremely unfamiliar to me. The skin looming out under his bandage showed a scar of severe burns, and I had never met such a man covered in burns, let alone the reason that such a person was looking for in his dreams. Besides, he was looking for me as a disabled person, not me as a faceling.

Just in case, I confirmed, "What's the name of the person you're looking for?" ”

"Xu Fu." He replied without thinking.

"Why are you looking for him?" I asked.

"I had an agreement with his father." His hoarse voice revealed a strong eagerness, "I must keep him safe, I must bring him back to his home unscathed, this is my mission." I must not let down the trust he has with his father, otherwise I, I, will not be able to forgive myself! ”

Hearing this, I have already judged that he is probably Hu Ma.

But he doesn't look like flax at all. Regardless of his dress, the details of his body and his voice did not match, although it was true that a pair of burned canine ears were poking out of the bandages, but that didn't mean much. Walking and standing postures are also not right. If it was flax, he should have been more well-trained, and he was like a layman, and his movements when he put down the living dead were also messy.

No, it's not impossible...... Even I had become a twenty-four-year-old in my previous life, and I had briefly forgotten all martial arts techniques, and I would certainly not be able to stand and walk well if I continued like that. In other words, the person in front of you may indeed be flax. As for why he lost his combat experience but did not lose his psionic energy, it is also easy to explain, because psionic energy is originally a force close to the abstract universe, and it is not surprising that it can be retained in the environment of dreams, which is close to the abstract universe.

At this moment, there was a commotion around us, and some living dead were approaching us.

"The living dead again." The bandage freak mixed a little sympathy in anxiety, apparently knowing the pitiful place of the living dead hiding beneath the terrible, "Is there no way to kill them completely?" ”

It's not like there's nothing I can do, I think.

It's hopeless to kill the living dead purely physically, but if it's psionic, it's okay to give it a go. It's just that even if it's a psyker, only some people can do this, such as a psyker who can bypass the body and kill the soul directly. If you don't have this kind of power, then at least you must, like Xu Shengxing, be able to release a flame composed of spiritual energy, and even the body and soul will be burned together.

This is one of the reasons why Zoroastrianism has become popular. In the early days of the Alliance, Zoroastrianism played an important role in the extermination of the countless living dead who hovered the surface of the earth.

I explained it to the bandage freak in a few words, and he seemed to be finally sluggish to remember the verse, and then there was a faint look of fear on his bandaged face. It's not like I'm afraid of the living dead, but like I'm afraid of what I'm going to do later. That's what he does.

"Does Psionic Flame Really Work?" He was anxious to ask me.

"It works. But will you manipulate the flames? "If I'm not mistaken, flax's psionic specialty is 'super-speed regeneration'.

He nodded, then took a hard breath, then ran abruptly towards the approaching living dead.

In the next second, bright flames erupted from his body, and the flames ignited himself like a torch, and at the same time spit in all directions, igniting the living dead.

Originally, I was going to describe him as a "god of fire in flames", which would at least look magnificent, but now I must describe it as ugly: he looks like a victim from the scene of a fire. For his flames caused damage not only to the living dead, but also to his own flesh and skin. He even let out an irrepressible howl himself, and there was also the sound of burning flesh and skin on his body.

It's an unbelievable scene, and there is a psyker who manipulates the flames who burns himself. The last time Xu Shengxing fought me, he spewed flames from his palm, and I didn't see him burn his palm.

Combined with the burn scars that the bandage freak already had on his body, I had a vague guess in my mind.

"Are you alright?" I yelled at him.

"Me!" He seemed to be cheering himself up, "No! Affair! ”

But he's like this, and I can't stand idly by. Besides, he may well be flax.

I quickly rushed to the side of the living dead who had not yet been ignited, and then stretched out my hands, pushed and pulled, dislocated all of their vital joints, and then all of them fell to the ground. It's also a tactic I just came up with against the living dead. In doing so, even if there are movable parts of the living dead, they will be dragged down by the immovable parts and can only writhe on the ground like bugs.

The Bandage Freak takes down the living dead that have already been set on fire and continues to burn them.

In a short time, all the living dead were burned through inside and out, and they were reduced to charred corpses, unable to move anymore. This is a clear proof that the soul is also destroyed by psionic flames. This is where psionic flames differ from normal flames. Because psionic energy itself is the power of the soul, it can naturally cause damage to the soul.

The flames on the bandage man's body were finally extinguished, and he fell to his knees, his hands bracing his body, gasping for breath so violently that his clothes and bandages were surprisingly unburned.

In addition, he really has the specialty of super-fast regeneration, and the burnt and blackened skin regenerates quickly, but unfortunately it does not become new skin, but turns back into skin covered with burn scars.

I pulled him up hard and left the street.

"You don't have to do that, just avoid them." I said to him.

"But the living dead are so pitiful......" he said hesitantly.

Didn't he realize it was a dream? Just as I was thinking this, he said, "You don't seem to be a psyker?" However, what you did just now ......"

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes became strange and vaguely excited as he looked at me, "Are you—"

"Yes, I'm a Faceling." I simply said it myself. You can't get along with him as Xu Fu, otherwise it will be difficult to let go of your fists and feet in this dream of the hell and catastrophe era where there are murderous machines everywhere.

"I knew it!" He was even more excited, in fact, with his bandaged freak, he also had the image of a mysterious stranger, but now he smashed it with his own hands, "I'm your supporter, my name is Yalvis. Christopher! ”

"I know, you were the 'security guard' at Beaver Pharma last time."

"Yes, you asked my name last time!" He was overjoyed, "So you remember my name!" ”

No, I don't remember.

Of course, I wouldn't tell him that. I just said, "Don't be so loud. ”

He quickly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

*

After a period of communication with him, I was almost convinced that he was Hu Ma.

We found a messy grocery store to hide into.

"Let's rest here." I say.

"Okay." Hu Ma nodded obediently, "Do you want to wait here until dawn?" But I'm still looking for Xu Fu......"

I interrupted him, "There's no 'dawn' here. ”

"What?" He was stunned.

It seems that he did not read more about the history of the era of hell.

In this era, there is no waiting for the sunrise, there are only night and moon. Neither because the earth has stopped rotating, nor because the sun has disappeared, and the sky has not closed its lid. It's just that it's dark. It's dark for no reason.

"Take advantage of the rest now." I said, "Aren't you looking for someone?" I'll be able to help you find it. ”

"Really?" He's in good spirits.

"But you have to listen to me." I said, "Now, I want you to rest." ”

He had also been professionally trained before, and he understood that rest was also part of efficient action, and although he was anxious, he accepted it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I decided to ask him, "Didn't you say last time that your psionic specialty was over-speed regeneration?" Manipulating fire is also your psionic specialty? ”

"This ......," he hesitated, "yes." ”

Then he didn't continue to speak, and his attitude was not as excited as he was just now, as if he was in some kind of extremely negative mood.

I watched him quietly, and at this time, he was far less handsome than in the real world, with endless sunshine, but an ugly man covered in burns and scars. What a world of difference? If the women who are fascinated by his face see him at this time, they will definitely be disappointed, and even scared out of the psychological shadow. Perhaps because of this, he also behaves a little unrecklessly, like those ugly ducklings who are struggling to grow up in the shadow of being despised by those around him.

But I have not forgotten that just now he endured the pain of burning himself in order to save the living dead from the sea of suffering. It's stupid, but it's admirable.

After a moment, perhaps thinking that it didn't matter to say to me, or perhaps he wanted to say it to me (I knew it was self-inflicted), he spoke, "I've been burned before. ”

I listened without saying a word.

"It was 10 years ago, my sister was in a boarding school and her parents were working in their respective units. And I took advantage of the holiday to go out to climb the mountain with a tour group. We didn't know each other, but the atmosphere was wonderful. His voice was rather ethereal, as if it had flown away ten years ago, "and then they suddenly appeared. 'They' are withered believers. Like a monster from a horror story, it suddenly appears and kidnaps us all to serve as a living sacrifice to the undead. It wasn't just us who were kidnapped, there were many people at the time, about a hundred people in total, all trapped in a cave somewhere where that didn't see the light of day. It was a sensational case at the time. ”

He paused for five or six seconds, as if to regurgitate his feelings, "Everyone could not move, except to hear the sound of the withered priest chanting prayers. Soon, everyone began to spontaneously combust, quietly spontaneously combusting. Because no one can make a sound. I also burned, and the flames spread all over my body......"

He paused again, this time for a dozen seconds.

"But, you survived." I say.

"Hmm. I was the only one who survived. His voice was unbiased, "And it was just a fluke." It's like we're a piece of meat being fed into the mouths of diners to chew on. There happened to be a piece of shredded meat that got stuck between his teeth, and the diner picked it out, and then instead of stuffing it back into his mouth, he threw it aside. I'm just this discarded piece of meat. ”

"What happened next?"

"Psionic energy. I awakened my psionic powers. "But it's not a blessing, it's a curse." ”

I knew what he was referring to, "You can't control your psionic powers. ”

"Yes." "I can't forget the experience of being treated as a living sacrifice," he said slowly. Later, whenever I remembered the feeling that the flames were all over my body, the psionic energy would respond to my imagination and extract the flames from my memories, literally burning my flesh and skin. ”

There was finally a color in his voice, it was fear, "The more I feared, the more the flame burned. No matter how desperately I tried to forget the flames, the imaginary flames became clearer and brought me more intense pain. Then I get even more scared. Day and night, the cycle repeats itself, with no end in sight......"

Psionic energy can sometimes turn against its master. He said so.

"But you don't want to die, and you don't want to be burned." I said, "Is that how your speeding perk came about?" ”

He nodded, "Later, Captain Xu...... Captain Xu Shengxing appeared in front of me. As he spoke, he seemed to have managed to get out of the shadow of that memory, "He extinguished the flames on my body and then taught me how to manipulate them." Even though I haven't been able to learn all of them yet, at least I'll be able to keep the flames from escaping on their own. ”

I see, that's why he takes on the image of a bandage weirdo in his dreams. Because this image is, to a certain extent, the reflection of his self-perception in the dream.

At the same time, this is also the reason why he regards Xu Shengxing as a life-saving benefactor.

It's more than a life-saving grace. The pain of being burned and regenerating at the same time is undoubtedly another kind of hell. I can't imagine how he survived and how he was able to return to life with the optimism he is today.

I used to think of him as a simple-minded young man. Now it seems that I have flattened him.

"You've worked hard." I said to him.

Hearing this, his voice sounded a little happy, "Really? ”

"Yes."

He bowed his head shyly, his burned canine ears trembling slightly.

It's so easy to be happy, maybe that's what makes him so powerful. I thought to myself as I walked to the side.

*

Taking advantage of the break, I moved my hands and feet a little.

It's also incredible, for this twenty-four-year-old body in my previous life that I have been reunited for a long time, I am not used to it at all, and it is no different from the eighteen-year-old body in this life.

Even if you close your eyes and settle down silently, you can also enter the mode of "turning zero into whole" in the slow groping, that is, the mode that you entered when you fought Xu Shengxing last time, and can drive your body as a pure "transmission machine".

Under these conditions, I can vaguely "see" the countless "transmission gears" inside my body, which are no different from the body of an eighteen-year-old in this life. I can't tell which body I'm using. Perhaps this is also a manifestation of the unreality of dreams?

It's just that, in my opinion, the operation of these gears is not very lean.

It can be said that the only strong gears are those big ones, but what really supports the whole transmission machine are other small gears that have an absolute advantage in numbers. However, due to years of training and fighting, these pinions are either misaligned, detached, broken and rusted, or malfunctioning to hinder the work of other more gears. And almost all of them failed to exercise.

Maybe I should find an opportunity to repair the whole transmission machine.

At the same time, it is necessary to train these pinions one by one. If this is the case, the efficiency of the entire transmission machine will also be greatly increased, and it is conservatively estimated that the strength will reach three times that of today, no, five times is not certain.

Three, or even five? When I came to this conclusion, I felt like I must have gone crazy.