I opened my mouth in vain to say something, but I found that I couldn't find what I wanted to say, what else could I say now, resentment, or gratitude? Or is it a pleading? I didn't know what kind of identity I was supposed to use to face this woman.

If it weren't for her, maybe all of this wouldn't have happened, and it was all because she put that devil test on that little boy, and that's why I got this task, and then I was affected.

Xiao Ling kindly explained: "Sister Bai, he is dumb ......"

The woman who was called Sister Bai was obviously a little surprised, and she continued: "According to my plan, you won't get involved at all, how did this devil test happen to you?" And you're actually ......" Her tone paused slightly, but she quickly continued: "You're all right, you're not transformed at all, this kind of thing...... I've never met you...... What batch of defective product is it? ”

This...... An unexpected, yet reasonable conversation.

I didn't answer her, but showed a wry smile, sure enough, in the eyes of those so-called big people, the lives of our little people are not worth mentioning at all, even if I was hurt by her model test and lost my eyesight and became what I am now, but the first thing she said was just 'according to the plan, what shouldn't be on me'.

In her opinion, everything is divided into two things, one is planned and the other is unplanned. As for the lives of little people like us, they are not important at all, and it can even be said that they are not worth caring about at all. I find it a little ridiculous that for us, something that is bigger than the sky can be explained by a simple unexpected sentence.

This world is really unfair, and the humble struggle of the weak is nothing more than an insignificant thing in the eyes of the strong, and even a yawn cannot be compared.

It's really unfair.

So it was with the night watchman, and so it was with this place.

If you can...... It would be nice to destroy......

In my inexplicable rage, I felt as if I were aware of another force lurking within my body, unlike anything I had ever come into contact with, with a rupture destructiveness, and this devastation was a lose-lose indisputable.

I don't know why, I subconsciously wanted to get closer to this power, and when I came into contact with that surface, in the imprint left by Ma Chengcheng, I suddenly saw a story.

The way I learned about the story was really like watching a movie, all the images came to my eyes, and in just a moment, I knew the story very thoroughly.

That's one, a story about the Monkey King's mask.

There was a little boy who had only been born for a short time, but he knew that he was not the youngest and most helpless child in the family, because he also had a younger sister, and that girl was like Snow White in a fairy tale, so cute that no one could help but want to hug her, including him.

Because of that little girl, he also knew that he still had a heavy responsibility to bear, that is, to protect her, to protect this sister, and he wanted to protect this little girl.

He always remembered one year, of course, this was also the last year he lived, when his mother gave him a mask, it was the Monkey King mask, he still remembers his mother's smiling face, and his mother told him at the time, is it okay to pull the hook? You must remember to protect your sister, and never run away, and you must remember to find your mother.

He said, OK.

That promise was the only thing he remembered, and he remembered it even after he was devoured by a horrific test mold. It is also because of this that he changed the core of the trial mold, and the trial model is no longer the ghost story that existed before, but the Monkey King mask with him as the core. He has been searching, he has always wanted to protect, he wants to find his mother, to protect his sister, but in the end, even if he has become many of him, he has never fulfilled this wish.

He didn't find his mother, and he didn't protect his sister.

What the...... None of them are gone.

When he keeps deriving more of himself, his thoughts are just very simple, he just wants to find his mother and protect his sister.

I suddenly felt empathy for him.

It was at this moment that when the devil's fantasy trial model was cracked by me, my whole person suddenly felt more deeply immersed in that trial mold, and it was only now that I vaguely knew what this so-called trial model was.

Experimentation, imitation.

The so-called trial model is a legend created by the night watchman.

In various countries there are different, about the legend of ghosts, the zombies of the East, the vampires of the West, the cat-faced granny of the East, the Jersey Devil of the West, as long as there are people there are all kinds of strange legends, most of these legends are passed on by word of mouth, after countless years of precipitation, sublimated out of a fantasy existence, countless people firmly believe that they have seen those unknown existences, and more people have begun to join the ranks of witnesses, This is the real legend.

The so-called mold trials are the night watchmen who forcibly create these legends, but once they fail, the failed mold trials will get out of control. The mold trial container will cause a large-scale mold trial leak, and because of this, the legend will start to spread, and cause some real damage, such as the little boy, after the leakage of the model test about the devil's fantasy on his body, a weapon that should have been legendary has become an indiscriminate attack. Failure like this is irreparably defective product.

It turns out that the Night's Watch had done all these experiments to make the man a most powerful weapon.

In their research and development, people are like containers, like scabbards, and the controllable prototype on their body will be the sharpest knife.

A good weapon should have the ability of legend, and then can attack at the command of the owner, and the failed test model will attack everything around them indiscriminately, such an attack will not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and this is the reason why some defective products will be thrown into this place.

And at this time, when I deeply understood the content of this trial model, I also knew what kind of feat Ma Chengcheng had made.

She turned this prototype into my own.

This is no longer a simple trial model, but a legend that can grow as I grow, that is, although it is incomplete now, it can evolve.

This will be a legend about me, Ma Chenlong.