When everyone left the house, the old shaman beckoned to Zhang Heng.

The latter walked in front of her, Kuna still looked at Zhang Heng's gaze was particularly complicated, and after a while, she stretched out a hand and motioned for Zhang Heng to put the palm of her hand on her.

The palms of the two were close together, and Kunayu's hand was only half the size of Zhang Heng, and it was very thin, like a piece of wood to hold, but it was unexpectedly warm.

Zhang Heng held the old shaman's hand, and the next moment his vision changed, he was still in Kunayu's house, but there was a huge figure on the left side near the direction of satellite TV.

It was a snow-white polar bear, sitting on the floor, its head almost up to the ceiling.

Zhang Heng knew that this should be Kunayu's guardian spirit Gu Moke, but the latter's expression now looked a little sluggish, and there was a bowl-sized wound on his abdomen, not only was blood oozing out, but the surface of the wound had rotted.

The polar bear's expression looked very painful, its body was also trembling, and when it saw Zhang Heng looking at it, a look of fear appeared on its face, and it shrank to Kunayu's side.

"Sorry, it just got a little scared, and it hasn't recovered yet." Kunayu's voice came from Zhang Heng's ears, but this time Zhang Heng could understand the old shaman's words without the translation of Miss Translator.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the old shaman explained, "We are now in a psychic state, communicating directly through the mind, just like my usual communication with Gumock, crossing the language barrier. ”

"I've seen a game item before, and it has a role to be in this way."

"Game items?" Kunayu's expression looked a little confused.

"Nothing."

Zhang Heng tested it and found that the old shaman didn't seem to know about this game of gods, nor did he know the existence of the player, and because of the relevant regulations, Zhang Heng couldn't explain it to her, but fortunately, Kuna didn't ask any more.

She got straight to the point, "Alaitha asked me what I saw in that dream, and I didn't tell the truth, because what I saw was too scary and unbelievable. ”

"What do you see?"

"I saw you destroy Greenland, where our ancestors lived for generations, and then the whole world, spreading terror to all corners of human civilization, and everything I saw was burning, and people were chasing and killing each other with joy at the same time."

"Is that why you hold the gun in front of that hand under the couch?" Zhang Heng asked.

The old shaman was stunned, "Have you always been so good at observation?" ”

"I thought you'd pull out that gun when we shook hands."

"I did think so," said the old shaman, "I must admit that it was a very tempting idea, and if killing one man could stop it, many would choose to gamble it, though I know that I have little hope of succeeding." ”

"Then why did you give up halfway through? You don't seem to be a person who will spare your life, and if you can be a tribal shaman, you should also put the interests of the tribe first. ”

"I'm scared, if you're there, you'll understand where my fear comes from," Kuna still looked at Zhang Heng's eyes, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of going crazy, living to my age, many things that seemed terrible when I was young no longer bother me, not to mention that I know where my soul will go when I die, Gumok will come and take me home, that means eternal peace, I can accept this ending, but...... But watching the people around me die in front of me one by one, all the things I have been guarding have come to naught, and everyone I know has turned into demons, which is indeed beyond the limits of what I can bear. ”

"I can understand your concern." Zhang Heng said, "If I am in your position, I will also choose to gamble." ”

"No, I shouldn't have done that," Kunayu shook her head, "from the first moment I met you, I knew you were a good boy. ”

"With all due respect, shaman, you don't know me, I may not be a bad person, but I'm definitely not a good person, and I have blood on my hands, most of it from the villains, but there are also some people...... Even if they have committed evil deeds, but the crime is not death, not to mention that there may be some innocent people among them, when a group of people rush up, I will not go through their life history one by one, bullets do not have long eyes, evil or good, in the end their hearts will stop breathing after being pierced by bullets, everyone is equal," Zhang Heng said calmly.

"Everyone in this world has a different definition of a good person, I really don't know your past, but I can feel the kindness in your heart for this world, even if you are not aware of this kindness, but you are your mother's son, although I still don't understand how your mother created you, but you have her blood in your body, there is no doubt about it, otherwise my blessing would not have been effective."

Kuna paused, "I told my students to go with the flow and not force everything, but this is all nonsense, if you kill one person you can save the world and protect my people, I don't mind becoming a devil, but what if I'm wrong, what if...... I'm not destroying the devil, I'm creating a devil with my own hands? You helped me, just a few minutes ago, woke me up from that horrible nightmare, and a little earlier, you rescued my students from the hands of the fanatics, only to turn my head and point a gun at you and pull the trigger on you...... It dawned on me that maybe this was what the evil spirit wanted me or the rest of the world to do, to kill the human part of your body little by little. ”

"I can understand that this is not a personal vendetta."

"No, don't underestimate the impact of the world on you, child, no matter how hard-hearted you are, we are a part of the world, what you do is changing the world, and the world is no longer feeding back to you all the time, kindness, like a weak flower, it does not appear there for no reason, it cannot grow alone, it needs to be carefully cared for, if a good person is kind to the world, but all the harvest is malice, then the flower in his heart will gradually wither. Rather than gambling on the speed of your knife or my bullets, I prefer to bet that the flower in your heart will not wither no matter what happens, and all I have to do is pour the first spoonful of water on it. ”

Zhang Heng also fell silent when he heard this, and after a moment he raised his head, "Thank you, shaman." ”