Although everything was expected, when this moment finally came, Wu Ming suddenly fell into an inexplicable overwhelm.

Hesitation, loss, powerlessness...... It was an indescribable feeling, as if he was standing in the Fresh Meat Arena, and he was about to do his best to knock out his opponent with a punch as he had done before, but he didn't expect that the punch would hit the void, to a distant place beyond his strength.

It's about what it feels like to get out of control.

The imaginary Binladan is not at all what he is now: he should be like an immortal demon, full of exuberant energy, deep and gloomy, staring at the world and his enemies all the time; He would maliciously prophesy the impending doom of the world, and then be sniped by his longtime enemies in a laugh, and return to death in earnest.

But now, he's just an ordinary old man paralyzed in a wheelchair, that's all.

At this moment, Wu Ming almost wanted to run away, the planned transactions, the planned assistance, and all the optimism in the plan were all left behind him, because he felt that those were no longer possible to implement - the place and time of time travel were all wrong, and it seemed that this would be a failed plan long ago!

However, Wu Ming didn't have time to take a step, because the key person had already made a request.

"Please stand there first and let me see you." He said with a faint smile, took off his reading glasses, and looked at Wu Ming seriously, "Yes, that's it, it's better to turn around in a circle." I haven't seen this jersey for a long time, and it turns out that it is still the style of the year. ”

Wu Ming spun around like a marionette, and the thousands of feelings in his heart were put aside first, just hoping that he wouldn't let himself perform a kicking move, that would really miss the filling.

"Good, great...... It's nostalgic, isn't it? ”

Bin Laden sighed softly, "It's a pity that things are wrong, the current arsenal can no longer represent the highest level of Lundun football, I think back then, I went to the scene to watch several games." ”

Wu Ming smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer. Bin Laden was an Arsenal fan, he knew that for a long time, but he wasn't sure that at this age, the old gentleman was still obsessed with it.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself."

Bin Laden leaned forward, propped his hands on his knees, as if saluting, "You must have guessed my identity...... " He paused, looked meaningfully into Wu Ming's eyes, and continued: "You must have guessed it a long time ago, right?" ”

"Uh...... Yes. ”

Wu Ming was stared at for a while, his scalp tingled, hesitated for a moment, and finally admitted this fact.

Binladan smiled, "So, you must have heard about my evil deeds a long time ago. ”

Wu Ming nodded again.

He began to feel that it was unwise to take the initiative to approach bin Laden, because this big man really seemed to have the ability to foresee, and his every move and little thought could not escape his control.

However, Binladan did not press on step by step, but stopped asking illogically, and sighed to himself:

"I'm really glad that I would have waited for such an opportunity to meet you before death came."

"Meet me?" Wu Ming frowned inexplicably, "Hearing you say that, it seems that you already knew that I would come?" ”

"Yes, very early." Binladan sat back slowly, thinking that with his body, he could no longer maintain a forward posture for a long time, "I have been looking forward to this day since about fifty years ago. For this moment, I have been fighting and surviving. ”

This answer is very confusing. Wu Ming was definitely not wrong, he had only been back in this world for a few weeks, and his appearance at this point in time was caused by an accident, how could that great demon wait for more than fifty years for this day?

"So, you know what I'm here for?" Wu Ming asked tentatively.

Binladan was still smiling: "Clear? Is there anything in this world that is clear? Whether it is the past that has happened or the future that has not yet happened, everything is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, as you Orientals say. All I could see and guess was an illusory shadow. ”

He lifted his withered palm up and gestured in the air like a reflection in the water.

"Sorry, I don't seem to understand ......"

Wu Ming had a terrible headache. He could not have imagined that this meeting with Binladan would get out of control to such an extent that the other party seemed to have seen through him. He seemed to know everything.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, the point is that you can't lose hope."

Binladan withdrew his palms and moved his wheelchair forward a few meters with both hands. At this distance, Wu Ming could clearly see the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes: "I found that you seem to be a little disappointed in me, is that so?" ”

Wu Ming had to nod his head again: "Hmm...... Yes...... But that's just for your health. ”

"It's not healthy, and that's a big problem for me." Binladan tilted his head slightly comically, "But what can be done, the laws of nature are like this, people are close to death from the time they are born, I am just a little faster." And, Dr. Doerr, they probably haven't told you, but every day I ask someone to put a letter in the wall of weeping, telling God how much I want to die. ”

"Yes...... Yes! Wu Ming could barely control the exclamation. Because the Wall of Weeping is a sacred place for the Yutai faith, and the historical Bin Ladan is a believer in the Arabic religion: "Your faith ...... It seems complicated......"

"Why, you think I'm just an Arabic?" Binladan pointed to his head, "I still have to borrow the words of you Orientals - all laws are the same." You have to come out and be like me, so that you don't have doubts, then you don't have disappointments, so you can learn more about the world. ”

Wu Ming tilted his head sideways and thought about it, and guessed something.

"You must have read a lot of books," Wu Ming moved his gaze to the bookshelf, "You probably got a lot out of it." ”

"Yes." Binladan nodded, "The biggest gain is that I can be sure of the existence of the gods - Allah, God, Buddha...... No matter what you call them, they exist. ”

Binladan pushed the wheelchair forward a little more so that his presbyopia could see Wu Ming's eyes clearly.

"And your presence here is the best proof of that."

Wu Ming was silent, still waiting for something to be said, so that he could be sure if his guess was correct.

The gods referred to by Bin Laden should be the same as Wu Ming's previous judgment, they are all extremely powerful consciousness fighters, due to the limitations of history, they can only attribute their abilities to unknowable divine powers, and at the same time, those gods have also left warnings in their respective classics, warning mankind to avoid the ultimate disaster as much as possible. And that final calamity, or called the end of the world, or called the end of the law period, actually refers to the alien invasion!

As for how he became a proof of the existence of a god, Wu Ming also guessed one or two-

Binladan sees himself as the reincarnated Son!

It has been repeatedly hinted in various scriptures that just before the end of the world, in the holy city of Relu, the Son will be reborn and will bring the hope of salvation to the world, and this must be the theoretical basis for Binladen's inference.

However, this is just a ridiculous misunderstanding.

Wu Ming could admit that he and the Holy Son had the same goal, but he couldn't accept such a noble title, especially now that everything was on the verge of getting out of control, his confidence had been dispelled by more than half, and all he could do was try his best.

However, there is another question that makes Wu Ming puzzled - why is he valued by Binladan? Could it be that he really gained enlightenment by reading those sutras, and thus possessed the ability of a prophet?

Although this question was not asked, Binladan had already read it from Wu Ming's eyes. As a demon who can see through everything, he gives the answer unhurriedly.

"They told me you had this thing that didn't belong in our world."

Bin Laden lifted the blanket on his knees, took out a light and breathable super-bionic protective suit from underneath, held it on his chest emotionally, almost buried his head in it, and inhaled a few breaths vigorously: "If this is not the sacred garment of the gods, what will it be?" ”

"Ahh Don't ......" Wu Ming's jaw almost dislocated, "Please, can you give it back to me?" ”

Bin Laden smiled contentedly, put the garment back to his knees, and carefully covered it with the blanket. That was tactfully his refusal of the Son's request.

"Rest assured, no one knows your true identity except me, and I will keep it a secret for you until you think you don't need it anymore."

He blinked, a little mischievous.

"Uh...... If you really want to keep it," Wu Ming pointed to Binladan knee, "I advise you to clean it first...... By the way, the clothes can't be dry cleaned, just rinse them with water. ”

"There's no need. I'll just take care of these small things by myself. Binladan rubbed his knees in satisfaction, "And you, such a noble person, should focus on your great cause." ”

Speaking of this, Binladan's expression finally became a little more serious: "I noticed that you seem to be planning to use my power, so, is there anything that needs my cooperation?" Even though I was just a dying guy hiding in a rat hole, they all called me Daddy. ”

Wu Ming scratched his head: "Let me think about it, my mind is a little messy now." ”

Binladan sat back, his eyes flickering imperceptibly, but the light quickly dimmed again, and he smiled and gasped, as if gathering strength, for he knew that there was a long story to tell......