Each of your choices is related to your future, to the north or to the south, to destroy the world or to be destroyed by the world. - "Living Book"

The blind girl's cheeks were as red as apples, and beads of sweat were on her head. The white-eyed man looked at the blind girl who suddenly collapsed in his arms, raising his hands as if he had surrendered, not knowing where to put his hands.

"Hey! You guys! I think you should know something! He looked at the blind girl who suddenly fainted in his arms, and called us over in a panic who had been floating in the air.

I quickly pulled out the living book in my pocket, which seemed to have been asleep for a long time, and the ink was leaching out of the open pages.

"It is a poison used by the purple spider to prey on prey on predators, and if there is no antidote, the poisoned person will die within three days." I looked at the living book and explained to him, "But luckily, the poison doesn't seem to work for vegetarians." ”

"Antidote!" As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he hurriedly grabbed my collar, but unfortunately I didn't exist, and he grabbed it empty

"Where!" He hurried.

I looked at it carefully, thought for a while, and told him, "If you want to continue your revenge, I can tell you that a large number of Purple Spider people are heading here." I'm pretty sure they didn't bring an antidote, though. At the bottom of the living book, on the south side of the map, there was also a drawing of characters with ink leaching out, and I watched the ink flying, and explained to him, "If you want to save the blind girl, go south from here, where many plants grow, and there is an antidote to this poison." But the antidote requires more than one plant, and I can't guarantee that you won't be hunted down by them during this time. ”

He snorted out of breath, picked up the blind girl with both hands, and carried her on his back, his black eyes faded to a terrible gray-white, and his smooth skin suddenly appeared with layers of scales, and the wings that gave birth sandwiched the blind girl behind him in the middle, and he wrapped the blind girl's arms around his neck, and grabbed the blind girl's hand with both hands. A jump is more than one person high. His body was level with the ground, his wings fluttering, and he flew as fast as a dragon in his south. And at this moment, the gray paper with the words "The Future of the White-Eyed Man" flew out of the living book again, burning half of the few papers at a speed visible to the naked eye. I silently tucked it into the book and wouldn't let him see it.

In order to get a better view of the plants on the ground, he did not fly above the trees, as the tall trees stood in front of him. He nimbly dodged the dense clumps of branches and trunks, and looked down at the ground, looking for the first herb drawn on the living book I had shown him.

The characters and pictures of the living book are always pitch black ink, and it is hard for me to imagine how he could find the herb that looks quite popular in the black and white painting among the thousands of plants on the ground.

Even though he was in the dense forest, his wings also brought out the whirring wind, and the blind girl moved slightly on his back, and her flushed face did not lose as before. The setting sun takes away the last of its afterglow in this world.

Just before the light was completely gone, he descended rapidly on a steep slope, grabbed a plant from the ground, and hurriedly called me over, and according to the control, he saw exactly right. Before I could praise his astonishing eyesight, he had crumpled the herb, and the milky juice of the herb ran down the corner of the blind woman's mouth and down her throat.

He wanted to move on, but in the darkness of the night, he couldn't see his fingers. He tripped and fell, and the blind girl on his back fell out. He fumbled to pick her up. Lifted her up and lay down on top of herself, while she lay down under a large tree, panting.

The blind girl moved weakly again, and then seemed to realize that something was wrong, and her face was alarmed. "Are you here?!" She asked, but in a small voice.

"Here." He replied simply, looking at the brightest star in the night sky.

"Where are we going?" She seemed to be speaking with breath, like whispers between children.

"Go to the south. Find the next herb to cure your illness. ”

"So, we're not going to go to those people anymore, are we?"

"When you're well, maybe we'll kill again."

The blind woman stroked the unhealed wound on his arm, "Does it have to be like this?" Can we stop looking for them? Isn't it bad like I said? Find that valley, that valley with a hut. There is a forest there and a lot of animals. Let's go there. ”

"Don't worry, I'll make it, remember those two non-existent guys you felt? They know the future, mine, I am the one who is destined to kill them all. We'll all be fine! It was as if he was promising her, "Really! ”

The blind girl smiled, "Will they know my future too?" ”

He looked at me as if waiting for my answer.

"She'll be burned alive one night," I said, frowning as I looked at the living book, slowly reading what appeared on it.

"What did he say?" The blind girl smiled unabated: "How long is my future?" Do you have it? ”

He was silent for a moment, then forced a smile, though the blind girl couldn't see it.

"He said you'd live well, and you'd find that valley, and then be the owner of that hut with me."

The blind girl smiled, and then the moment he looked up and continued to look at the starry sky, the smile disappeared immediately. I think he probably forgot that a blind girl could tell the truth of a word.

The blind girl's face was still as red as a ripe apple, she hesitated for a while, and then pulled the corner of the white-eyed man's clothes, "If my death is doomed, then let's go, I said, I won't drag you down, you saved my life, I won't blame you." ”

"You're not going to die." "The future can change," he said. ”

"Your first half of the sentence was a lie." She was angry: "You know you can't fool me." ”

"I'm not going to leave you behind." As he said this, I looked at the future of the "white-eyed man" who was born.

"But I don't want to drag you down," the corners of her mouth twitched, and she sniffed, but she couldn't open her eyes, and the tears must have made her uncomfortable, "but I like you very much." ”

He was stunned, his mouth and feet twitched, and he was silent for a long time.

"Can you really tell if what I'm saying is true or false?" He asked suddenly.

"Hmm."

"You're not going to die." He said tentatively

"Falsehood."

"The two non-existent guys who followed me are right here."

"Truth."

"That star doesn't exist."

"Falsehood."

"I like you too"

"Really," she bowed her head.

"I'm not going to leave you behind," he said, "don't like the future, then change it." None of us will die. ”

Perhaps the worst thing for a blind girl who can't open her eyes now is not that she can't see, but that she can't shed tears.

Can the future change? I don't know, I asked this question to the living book, and the living book told me this: the so-called future is a journey, its flat or steep, beautiful or sad has long been predestined, no one can change it, but whenever we encounter a fork in the road, the choice is still in our hands, and our choice determines the direction to the future. To the north or to the south, to destroy the world or to be destroyed by the world.

But all this has another premise, that is, for each journey, how to go and who to go with is still up to you.