As a blind person, Furukawa may not be able to understand what kind of psychological pressure the darkness of reaching out for his fingers can bring to normal people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Like now......

The tall Norwegian maple obscures the light from near and far, and the road no longer becomes a road, but an illusion that the soles of the feet cannot probe the depths.

The bushes shrank around, shaking darker shadows, and sinister forces and suppresses them.

The branches of the poplar trees were probably hanging from the ears, but the occasional trace of the bridge of the nose was not necessarily the spider silk sticking between the branches, but the breath of the invisible banshee blowing in a soft sigh.

And those ubiquitous noises, always striking the tightest nerves with such precision, as if the soul musicians in the depths of the shadows were practicing a thrilling symphony.

Furukawa was smiling eerily......

He was grateful for the darkness, the darkness that had been forgotten by the world for so long.

I don't know when the darkness as we know it has been embellished with bright colors, from the glowing candles to the bright neon, the colors of the night have long been rendered by noise and irritability, becoming colorful and incomparably empty. The deep and cold black cowered in the corner, humbly retreating, like a careerist or conspirator who had lost power.

Yet darkness is the color of the universe, which entrenches the entire void, possessing everything and devouring everything.

Darkness has arrived, not from the corner of the road, but from the moment it has always been. Humanity has always driven all kinds of lights to oppose it - the light of wisdom, the light of technology, the light of freedom...... The darkness has not laughed at this, nor has it been moved, for it has always known that it is infinitely multiplying light.

It was a path that was not fit to be measured on two legs, for it was so far away that darkness seemed endless. I don't know how long the time has passed, and I don't even know whether the night is going from shallow to deep or deep, but the people are still walking, and the unknown destination is still not reachable.

This walk is a measure of patience and faith, like many fairy tales, if a strong warrior cannot overcome the dangers of the journey, he will never be able to capture the sleeping heart of a beautiful princess.

That's probably Furukawa's true intention, to examine the steadfastness of the two warriors, and then decide whether to entrust Junsada.

Or on the contrary, he is a demonic messenger who is about to merge with the darkness, with the intention of confusing and misleading. He intends to lead the two behind him astray, and then play the role of savior, asking them to bow down in convincing convincingness, and then go to the deep talk about whether or not to sell their hearts.

The white suit can no longer see its original color, and without the illumination of light, any color will be infinitely close to black. His steps were outrageously light, as if he were floating in the air, but he didn't move the air with it. He seemed to disappear, less than half a meter in front of him, falling into the dark background out of thin air.

Yagi panicked, staggering, panting like a cow. He seemed to feel like he was stuck in a quagmire swamp, and he couldn't breathe all around. But he didn't dare to speak, for fear that if he opened his mouth, he would be stuffed with sand, gravel and dirt, and even more afraid that his vigorous struggle would attract the attention of the enemy in the shadows.

He grabbed Wu Ming's arm, and the force was so great that it seemed that even his nails were going to dig into the flesh.

Wu Ming also did not speak. The pain coming from the arm was quite intense, but at the same time, the pain was even stronger.

That's a stinging sensation!

There are shadows from all directions, as if from the shadows of darkness, and as if from the air that envelops them.

But that kind of pain made Wu Ming feel comfortable, as if he had been in the same sting pain since he was born in this world.

It was not a psychological description, but a wonderful feeling that actually happened physically, but that kind of wonderfulness only belonged to Wu Ming, a unique individual, and only to this super master who was known as the strongest fresh meat fighter in history.

That feeling comes from thermonuclear radiation!

In the first twenty-one years of his life, as a special meat product destined to stand on the gladiatorial arena for people's amusement, two hours a day in a radiant oven was Wu Ming's daily homework that Wu Ming had to complete, and only then could he or any other meat product show the best entertainment effect in the duel.

Thermonuclear radiation is the replenishment source of consciousness energy, and it is the ultimate supply for fresh meat fighters to stay strong and maintain their fighting spirit.

No one can say clearly, how the dark neurons convert deadly radiation into perverted energy, and no one can say clearly, what changes have taken place in the body of the sharp pain that has been reborn thousands of times, in short, the super soldier is born in this way, so mysterious that it is impossible to say, it may be the gift of creation, or it may be the natural selection of the survival of the fittest.

But the thermonuclear radiation here is too weak, compared to the radiation furnace, it can be called a minimal, especially the radiation is not focused, can not concentrate on the brain stem of the dark neurons, which is extremely rich, but instead triggers an impedance response in the body limbs, breeding pain in vain, and achieving very little effect.

Wu Ming paid attention to his own situation, and the Consciousness Energy did show signs of recovery due to the arrival of the supplement, but that kind of replenishment was far from enough, and the increase in the Consciousness Energy in exchange was only a few thousandths, and the energy he had at the moment was only enough to barely destroy a miniature car, which was far from the most powerful humanoid weapon in history.

However, the abnormal reaction of the consciousness energy indicates that there must have been a radioactive leak nearby, but the radiation element should be extremely small, and the time should have passed for a while, because Yaji did not show substantial physical discomfort, as for the aggravation of breathing, stiff movements, etc., it was completely caused by nervousness.

"You're still here, aren't you?"

Finally came Yagi's questioning in the darkness, trembling, accompanied by the sound of teeth fighting.

"Of course I'm still here, or else you'd think you're grabbing a zombie's arm?" Wu Ming replied lightly.

"That'...... And what about the guy? Yaggie's palms tightened.

"He? He was there, right in front of us, never far away. Wu Ming smiled faintly and raised his head to look at the darkness in front of him.

Furukawa's shadow reappeared, just two or three paces ahead, gracefully rounding the bushes, still surprisingly steady, as if he could see all the obstacles in the darkness.

He was still smiling, but the smile had become even more eerie, like a greedy thief who was so clever that no matter how much he knew how to control his emotions, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

"This ...... What the hell is going on with this bastard? Yagi's heart was completely furious, as if he wanted to muster up the courage to take two steps and grab Furukawa's collar fiercely, but he was worried that it was just a shadow, and once he pounced, he would hang his feet in the air and fall into the abyss at once.

Yaji was hesitating, and the shadow disappeared again, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that Wu Ming had also disappeared.

"See...... Hell yes! He yelled and began to run aimlessly, "Answer me, man, where are you?!" ”

But Yaji's cries were swallowed up by darkness and never came out.

In fact, Wu Ming did not disappear, but kept following Furukawa, and it was only Yaji himself who lost his way.

The light was shining through the gaps in the trees in front of it, and although it was a little faint, like a lonely street lamp, the presence of the light was enough to reassure people.

"We're almost there, my friend."

Furukawa stood still and turned back towards Wu Ming, the weird smile on his face had long since disappeared, as if he had regained his serious state after completing a prank.

"This is there?" Wu Ming looked around, "I thought you would find a safe place for us to stay, so that we don't encounter any more danger to our lives, but now it seems that this is just a relatively hidden open space, and we can hide for a while, but we can't hide for a lifetime." ”

Furukawa carefully "stared" at Wu Ming, with a restrained smile on his face.

"Actually, you didn't have to hide." He said lightly, "If you want to hide, it's only my client himself, and seriously, you're in a safer position than we are." ”

Wu Ming also smiled: "Okay, then where is your client, my friend Yaji?" You're not going to lose him, are you? ”

"He's safe." Furukawa turned his head to the forest and listened, "It seems that my partner has already taken him in, and he should be safe for now, and I will be grateful if you can rest assured about this." ”

"That's right...... Then I'm much more relieved. Wu Ming raised his eyebrows in surprise, "But, you said partner?" I thought your buddy was dead, right in the house at the Dock Casino......"

"Mr. Wu is referring to Bodan, right?" Furukawa was unmoved, "It's true that he's dead, but we'd be more than happy to accept the word sacrifice." ”

"But you told me that you killed him with your own hands." Wu Ming was still tentative, "This incident left an extremely bad impression on me, so when you mention your partner, I always chuckle in my heart." ”

Furukawa sighed softly and bowed to Wu Ming: "It's really my fault for bothering you, but if you really plan to ask further, I'm afraid I'll have to apologize to you in advance." ”

"How should I understand that?" Wu Ming frowned and asked.

"I must apologize to you, because I'm afraid I'm going to make you apologize, because ......," Furukawa said blandly, "Mr. Boudin died to save you." ”

"What, save me?" Wu Ming snorted in disbelief, "I'm afraid you've apologized in vain, because I can't apologize at all." Your partner has only talked to me for two days, and we don't have anything to do with each other, so there's no way he's going to die to save me!" ”

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