The good-looking brow is slightly raised.

Harukawa Shirakawa looked coldly at the "gluttony" in front of him.

For some reason, he noticed that there seemed to be some subtle changes in the attitude of "gluttony" towards him.

But what the reason for this change is, he does not know.

I just think of the sound that sounded in the depths of my soul at that time.....

"You know I'm going to be like that?"

Harukawa Shirakawa asked.

The tone was unusually cold, and the dark eyes seemed to see through the pink cover to see through the hidden soul beneath it.

He didn't ask the question in its entirety, but he knew that "gluttony" understood what he meant.

“......”

“......”

“......”

"Gluttony" was silent.

The "silence" here naturally does not refer to the silence of speech, which is nothing more than a book and cannot make a sound.

Rather, it means that there is no text or content on its cover.

It's like when Haruru Shirakawa first met him.

Only the slight wriggling proves that it maintains its own activity.

In the small room, there is naturally silence.

Hachi, who had just jumped off Shirakawa Haru's shoulder and stepped on the bed, also seemed to notice this unusual atmosphere.

Quietly lying on the bed, he nervously looked at Bai Chuanqing and the wriggling book floating in the air.

If she could speak, I'm afraid what she said would be-

[Hachi doesn't know, it's none of Hachi's business! 】

In Bai Chuanqing's eyes, there was no other emotion except coldness.

The black mist and tentacles in his body had followed his will, slowly spreading around him, as if a huge and terrifying monster had come out of that slender body!

(Shake) Hachi (shake)

Even "gluttony", in the face of this momentum, can not remain calm at all.

In the past, this power was often directed against their common enemy, but what if, its relationship with the other party changed, and even became an enemy?

How can "gluttony" forget this feeling!?

Even when there was no such thought, "gluttony" can still be remembered very clearly.

The threat it was under when it first came into the world.

The danger and fear are engraved in every cell under the body of the book!

"Gluttony" is also trembling slightly.

Harukawa Shirakawa looked at it and spoke.

"Answer me!"

It's not loud, but it's determined.

Even at this moment, Bai Chuanqing is really ready to destroy the "gluttony".

It is true that "gluttony" is a very useful equipment for Shirakawa Haru, or according to its own words, a slave and a subordinate.

But more important than whether it is easy to use or not, what Shirakawa Haru cares more about is its loyalty.

If the appearance of that voice at that time was really related to "gluttony", no matter how good it was, Shirakawa Harushi would only use the most cruel means to deal with it.

["Gluttony" does not affect your master's ability, and you don't have that kind of thought. 】

Finally, after a long silence, "gluttony" could not bear the fear that came from the depths.

On the cover, such a line of text is combined.

The emotions expressed in the text are quite calming.

No anger, no panic.

It's as if it's just a fact.

But then again, as a book, such emotions are the most normal.

"Then you know, why is that?"

Regarding the performance of "gluttony", Bai Chuanqing did not believe it, nor did he disbelieve it, but asked again.

[Honorable and noble master, your servant "gluttony" is always loyal, please believe this! 】

[Master, I do know some of your changes according to the knowledge contained in my body, but for other reasons, I can't express it to you. 】

[Otherwise, my fate will be even more miserable than being destroyed by you!] 】

"Gluttony" is presented in front of Shirakawa in a prostrate posture, and the language on the cover looks full of sincerity.

Bai Chuanqing frowned, subconsciously, he still believed what "gluttony" "said".

After all, if "Gluttony" really had ill intentions towards him, it could have taken action when Shirakawa Harushi ran into the sewers and was about to lose consciousness.

In other words, if "Gluttony" really has this ability, it is estimated that it will not be so easily threatened by Shirakawa Haru, right?

[No matter what, the master is still the master, whether it is ▇▇ before or ......]

["Gluttony" is always loyal! 】

On the cover of "Gluttony", such language appears again.

It's just that there are a few words in it, but it seems to be blocked by some unknown force, so that Bai Chuanqing can't see it clearly.

It's impossible to know what exactly is meant there.

And this time, Bai Chuanqing can be sure that it is not a deliberate action of "gluttony", but it is indeed .....

There was an indescribable force that prevented him from understanding the meaning of the word, and he couldn't even associate it with it!

Bai Chuanqing's brows tightened.

There were many doubts in my heart for the first time in a long time.

[Why did that special state come about?] 】

What are the internal causes? And what are the external causes? 】

With his intuition, Shirakawa Harushi was actually able to roughly realize that that extremely rational state would only appear when he was the enemy of the weird.

And if it's the kind of weirdness that is stronger and weaker, it may not be able to inspire that state.

Another point, in normal times, even if Bai Chuanqing doesn't pay too much attention, he can find that his character is changing in the direction of rationalization.

[But why is there such a change?] 】

[And, this deliberately obstructive force.....]

With these chaotic thoughts floating in her mind, Shirakawa Qing lay on the bed.

The tiredness of today's day came to his heart at this time, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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The sky is gray.

Under the gloomy sky, there were no gray feathers that fluttered and fell.

He looked down on the world before him.

But he didn't see the expected altar, nor did he see the familiar black-robed people.

Here, it is a small dilapidated stone house.

From his own point of view, he came to such a conclusion.

In a small room, there is a petite human.

In front of him, there was an old but worn book.

The pages are hard, thin and brittle, as if they could be punctured at the slightest touch.

It is for this reason that petite human beings touch this book with great caution.

Turning carefully.

The weather there seems to be very cold.

The little man shrunk into a ball, wrapped in a dirty blanket, but it was still not enough, and his little face and hands were red from the cold.

There was no snow outside the house, but there was a layer of white frost on the ground and on the haystacks.

The scene in the room is extremely monotonous and cramped.

The style of the furniture is also shabby, revealing a stiff and cold smell.

He was a little confused.

I don't really understand why what I saw was such a picture.

It was only then that he saw that there was a familiar pattern on the floor of the room.

It is somewhat similar to the sacrificial formation, but it is not the same.

The man's mouth was muttering something.

But he couldn't hear it, as if he was separated by some kind of being.

He wanted to listen carefully, but at this moment, the picture he saw suddenly changed.

What emerged was still the familiar altar, and the people in black robes, whose faces were always fanatical and eager.

"Whew-"

There seemed to be an invisible sound of wind, wafting in the sky.

It was still those gray-white feathers, one after another, fluttering in the sky.

It's like having a funeral for something.

[Funeral? 】

He noticed the word inexplicably.

I thought to myself, if that's the case, it would really be a big funeral.....

But what was it just now?

The image that appeared before no longer exists, as if it had never existed.

Is it just an inadvertent sight?

Still is.....

He's a little unhappy.

He was curious about the scene.

"Wow-"

At this time, there was a sudden uproar around the altar.

Or maybe it's an exclamation of disbelief, a mixture of fear and excitement.

[Huh? 】

His consciousness slowed slightly, and he looked at the black-robed people in a lofty manner.

"Whoa!"

Almost at the same time, the black-robed people who were standing fell to their knees with a very uniform posture and speed.

Forehead pressed against the ground.

The black-robed man at the head was the one who offered him gifts on the first two occasions.

The reaction was the most violent.

The face under the black hood did not have a trace of fear, only excitement and fanaticism.

His forehead slammed into the hard ground.

"Bang!" Bang!

A splash of blood directly appeared.

Blood was slowly pouring down his forehead, but he was still smiling as if he hadn't noticed the pain.

He watched quietly.

【Maniac】

He should have made such a judgment, but at this moment, he had an abnormal mood.

"Great and omniscient Lord of Chaos, please appease your grievances!"

"I will give my life as a sacrifice!"

Even though the language this man spoke was not anything he knew or recognized on Earth, he still understood the meaning of the other person's words very clearly.

He looked at the people around him again, and saw that their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

I understand a little bit of unhappiness, in their feelings, what kind of turbulent waves it is.

He looked at the mad man, but he didn't want him to die.

A little regret immediately appeared on the man's face, as if he felt his inner thoughts.

Kowtow again and thankfully.

"Your kindness is unmatched."

But the disappointment in these words was clearly audible.

He continued to watch them silently.

Seeing them put a bloody lump of existence on the altar again.

"Boom! Boom! ”

The being was encased in thick plasma.

He could still make out the thick veins on it.

And heard.....

Such a strong beat!

It's like a warrior beating a drum with all his might!

The presence encased in plasma vibrated violently with violent trembling.

This is.....

Heart!

A huge heart!

Even if it has been cut from a creature, it can still beat a heart!

It's hard to imagine that in this world, there is such a huge heart, and its volume is about the same as the black-robed man around.

Carrying it up to the altar would require even four black-robed men to work together.

Even so, each of them seemed to be struggling.

As for the fact that it can still beat tenaciously, it is not a surprising thing.

He stared at the existence silently, and there was a rare sense of satisfaction in his thoughts.

It was just such a little bit of emotion, and the black-robed people all showed extremely happy expressions.

It was a real ecstasy—

Joy that borders on madness!

He didn't understand why these people were so happy, so excited, so happy.

He still regretted that he could not continue to see the picture in the small room.

Probably because of one of his thoughts.

In the next moment, the scene in front of me changed to the small stone house again.

The room was cold and chilly.

The short and young human beings began to recite his name respectfully.

He couldn't really hear those words, but he could understand what he meant.

And in the last sentence, he heard it, and the other party whispered.

"It's so cold....."

[Then warm up.] 】

He thought calmly, his mind as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

I just thought of it so casually.

And then......

Harukawa Shirakawa opened his eyes.

"Hmm....."

The beautiful boy on the bed stretched lazily and looked out the window at the sky.

It's still very gloomy, and it's very similar to the gray sky in the dream.

So much so that for a moment, Shirakawa Harushi didn't know if it was in a dream or in reality.

"Really...... What a strange dream....."

Bai Chuanqing couldn't help but think.

Compared with previous dreams, this time the dream is even more bizarre, first of all, the inexplicable little house.

Then there is the emotional communication between himself and the people in the black robes.

Before this dream, this situation must have never happened, right?

"Can my thinking affect that world?"

Harukawa had a bold guess, and then shook his head.

"Anyway, what kind of world is there?"

Again, he was curious.

"Let's look at the weather."

Haruru Shirakawa turned on his phone and clicked on the message pushed by the Japan Meteorological Agency.

Slightly stunned.

"A tropical cyclone located in the Pacific Ocean, under unknown influence, accelerated sharply last night. The wind speed and rotational speed are increasing rapidly, and according to the analysis of relevant experts, this typhoon may become the largest typhoon in Japan in the past 50 years! ”

"A few days ago, the direction of the typhoon will pass through Okinawa! Tourists who have recently traveled to Okinawa are advised to cancel their travel plans....."

"That's ....."

Harukawa Shirakawa sighed.

It's just, it's just in Shirakawa Haru's unknown, in another world.

In that tiny room.

The petite man stared blankly in front of him.

The little hands are no longer frozen hard.

In the room,

It's like spring flowers!

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