"I'm sorry for the death of the 'Winter God'."

"No, no, no, no one blames you, this battle has made us all understand a truth, the 'Winter God' is not a god, and we are not a god."

"It could have been avoided, if the planning was more thoughtful and the state of the players was taken into account."

"What's my last name?"

"Ergat? It should be the surname E, or Ega, right? ”

"Hehe, the word Urgart in the Doom system refers to a wolf. My ancestors were not wild wolves. ”

"Don't blame me, you didn't tell me, did you?"

"So, before this, I won't tell you about my combat skills, cultivation experience, martial arts origins, and equipment characteristics. Not in the future. Even if you make a plan again, I won't say. ”

"Okay, I see, but I'm apologizing, making it look like you're guilty. The way you look gives me a sense of conspiracy. ”

"Ahem, ahem—get down to business, photos."

"Photos? That's right, photos! ”

"It's up to us, no matter how difficult it is, we'll definitely get it for you."

"Do you need me to advise you?"

"It's not necessary at all, it's too much trouble for you, it will make me feel very sorry."

"Well, stay safe, and if it's too dangerous, forget it."

"A promise is a promise, and the spirit of contract is our character."

Ergarte went away in the spirit of a fearless contract, and two days later brought the promised photo. As a result, the contract was terminated, and both parties rejoiced.

Later, Chu Ming learned that this photo was not in the heavily defended Protoss Temple. Rather, it is held by a Protoss. It just so happened that this Protoss was captured, so Urgat found the army that captured the Protoss, said hello, and took the people away.

Chu Ming was pitted, he had nothing to say, and he was willing. This photo is of no use to anyone else, but to him it is a thousand dollars.

Please note that it is this photo. There is only one photo. It was the Protoss itself that was filmed. It stands to reason that such a thing could not have been noticed by Urgart. But this Protoss is a little different. Because he once had the title of a favored warrior.

Only battle-hardened warriors can earn the title of "Favored Warrior". And according to tradition, this title is given to a brave soldier who died in battle. He is the only one alive.

The living party, Chu Ming, didn't know how to describe his luck.

The necromancer who controlled the contract strangled him by the throat, leaving him breathless. Until now. The goddess of doom may have taken a nap. Thereupon. Lady Luck took the time to take care of him.

"I don't know what happened, I don't remember anything about it. I just remember seeing this picture later and I thought it was important. Just left it behind. ”

This is how the patronage of the warriors explains the source of the photo. His general answer did not disappoint Chu Ming, because this sentence also contained a lot of information.

There are several ways to erase amnestics, the first of which requires a psychic master who can shield a memory. But Chu Ming leaned towards the second type: "The Dream of No Seal".

The Trials Ground has always been very mysterious to the outside world, as each trialist signs a contract called Dream of the Imprint. The memory of their trials will be attached to this contract and will be withdrawn when they leave.

"I don't know anything, and the Protoss sacrifice has made real prayers for me, but I really can't think of anything."

The Favored Warrior patted his head, and he was also troubled by this, because he had risen from the dead, and the title of Favored Warrior had become unworthy of his name. Many Protoss were suspicious and ridiculed of him, believing that he had cheated him into obtaining this honor.

"Protoss sacrifice? What are they doing this for? ”

"It seems to be about miracles. They say God chose me and gave up on me. ”

"For what? Is there anything special about you? ”

"Nope! To tell you, I didn't !! ”

For years of questioning, the favored warrior suddenly became angry, and he roared. This hysterical seizure stopped until he was tired too.

"His madness is more famous than his title of Favored Warrior, and I rescued him from under the gallows. This guy has a backbone and is not afraid of death. However, some people say that this guy is afraid of the dark. ”

Urgart didn't care what Chu Ming was doing, and the trialists had no secrets. But Urgart felt that he had taken advantage of the transaction, so he deliberately inquired about some things for Chu Ming.

"Afraid of the dark? Interesting. ”

Chu Ming nodded, and had a guess in his heart, which was a bit weird......

From morning to night, Chu Ming has been with this god clan, eating and sleeping together, and the rest of the time they are chatting casually. This life lasted for five days, until the night of the fifth day—

"It's so dark!"

"I'm so tired!"

"I want to sleep!"

This protoss said three words, and then didn't move, Chu Ming stepped forward and pushed him, but he didn't wake up, and pushed hard, but he still didn't wake up.

Chu Ming thought about it and suddenly smiled.

Who can't wake up when he's asleep - the answer to this brain teaser is: people who pretend to be asleep.

This Protoss wasn't pretending to be asleep, he said, he was too tired, he was just too tired. He was so tired of what to do, because he was always dreaming. In the dream, he is a fearless warrior, and to charge into battle, of course, it will be very tiring.

He is not afraid of anything, because he is dreaming. He was only afraid of the dark, because then he woke up. He's just an extreme sleepwalker.

"God" chose him, but "God" gave up on him. Why would "God" give up on him? In the eyes of "God", what is the difference between sleepwalkers and ordinary people?

The answer should be soul.

Dust to dust, dust to earth, God to protect this soul, purify it, stir it, to reach the other side - there are two words of purity in this sentence.

"God" likes pure souls, and the sick sleepwalker is not to his liking, so "God" gives up on him.

Pure –

This word was too important, he greatly narrowed down the scope of what Chu Ming was looking for, he didn't have to blindly look for those who were dying. There are too many such people on the battlefield.

Pure –

It's a very empty word. The purity of the soul does not mean that it is as simple as a child, for example, the mentally handicapped with an IQ of only a few years old, their soul is certainly not pure.

It's not a fanatical believer, fanaticism is an obsession, and it can't be said to be pure.

But it's not a state of selflessness and selflessness. It is easy to understand the truth that if the water is clear, there are no fish, and the state of no self and no other is like pure water. It's so clean that it's almost like stagnant water.

Pure –

The word is also easy to understand. Because Chu Ming has too many masters around him who understand it.

Lily had long said about the purity of the soul, "In addition to the body, it is more important to temper a strong soul." —these were Lily's exact words. Her explanation for this is: strong is a kind of purity, just like the sea, big enough to be inclusive. Purity is inclusion.

Except for Lily. Chu Ming also has a very special younger brother. The thinker's study of the soul is thought of deeply. The "graffiti thinking" that thinkers are good at is abstracting questions and clues into graphics. In the development of human civilization, graphics certainly preceded words and language. This way of thinking is closer to the origin of human nature, so it is pure.

Lily and Lucha are Chu Ming's mentors and friends, and they are both called masters in the study of souls. But. Chu Ming also has a more powerful teacher. There are two.

They were Meggie and Glenya.

Prophets are complex and mysterious. But their souls are the purest, because their minds are closest to the laws of the universe. That is also the truth, and their souls are pure because they are close to the truth......

That's why Kasa fails. Even if he finds a clue, he can't solve the mystery. You can imagine how helpless he was when he was blocked here, it was a feeling of being within reach and out of reach. Those who travel a thousand miles are half ninety, and Kasaba is one of those ninety.

"Kasya—what makes him so tempted?"

Chu Ming thought of Jia Ye and was slightly excited. After half a year of hard work and half a year of hesitation, the dark line that belonged to him was finally sorted out and straightened out. His "Chapter of the Fall" trial is about to begin in earnest......

Copper Mountain Castle is still engaged in a hard and bloody tug-of-war, and the demons and gods are fighting in this battlefield. On this battlefield, all kinds of stories of blood, ruthlessness, victory, and despair are staged anytime and anywhere.

In this story, death is always a main thread that cannot be ignored, and it is often used as a foreshadowing or ending to the story. In death-themed shots, there are always death sacrifices of demons or gods, who chant confessional poems in strange tones, so that their souls peacefully return to the arms of the gods.

Sacrifice is a very sacred profession, with the exception of death sacrifice. It's not that long-term exposure to the dead will make them eccentric, but more importantly, the death sacrifice is responsible for burying the corpse.

This rather heavy work discouraged most of the clergy, and there was no good way for the higher ranks to do so, but to make a hard assignment. So this profession is not impersonated by anyone (the elders still wish that someone would impersonate).

A sleeveless white robe with a pointed soft hat tilted to the left or right, this is the dress of the death sacrifice. It doesn't matter if you don't have this outfit, if you say you are, no one will suspect it, let alone those who are dying. There are too many dead people on this battlefield, and being able to find a death sacrifice before dying is the luckiest thing in life.

"Sacrifice, your hat—"

A dying soldier was the only one suspicious, lying on the ground, looking at the death sacrifice in front of him, his eyes slowly drifting.

"Hats? What happened to the hat? ”

The Death Priest lifted the pointed hat, and the hat tilted from left to right.

"I just want to say that it's the hat of the demon sacrifice."

The dying soldier died after saying that. The death sacrifice was fluted, and then the soft hat was raised, and he said to himself in confusion:

"Mistake?! What can be said about the gods before? Well, and only if you notice, you definitely have OCD. That's right, obsessive-compulsive disorder! Rest in peace, now you don't have to worry about taking your medicine on time. ”

The Death Priest picked up a shovel and began to bury the Protoss soldier. After a while, two Protoss soldiers brought over another dying one, and they didn't mention anything about the soft hat. They are just a novelty, a "god fighter" actually came to do the work of death sacrifice, this is the first time I have encountered it, presumably his confession is extremely effective.

After muttering and muttering, Chu Ming took off his soft hat, he really couldn't tell the difference between the demon sacrifice and the god sacrifice. Their hats all look exactly the same.

"Forget it, let's go to the demon clan today."

Chu Ming simply put on his soft hat again and walked in the direction of the demon clan......

A strange wanders the battlefield in the Death Sacrifice, sometimes in the Demons, sometimes in the Protoss. The identity of the trialist made no one on both sides suspicious, and no one cared.

On the battlefield, there are many peers like him. Occasionally, the Death Priest would come forward to greet him, and the way he greeted him was peculiar. He'll say, "Hey, where's your camera?" ”

No one responded to his greeting, and no one was surprised. Death sacrifices are much more abnormal. It's normal for him to do this, it's not normal.

That's how he is. Like a real death sacrifice, he repents for the dead while straining his nerves. Until one day-

"Hey, where's your camera?"

"Lost." Another Death Priest said.

"It's a shame."

"Why do you ask me?" The death priest crouched in front of a corpse, his face covered by a floppy hat.

"I've asked a lot of people."

"It used to be. It was me every time after that. The Death Priest slowly turned his head. Click. His neck may be broken.

"Corpse spots, here, on the cheekbones. The white powder is not covered. ”

"Is it here?" The Death Priest rubbed his face, his features a little out of place.

"It's terrible, your face is ruined." Chu Ming shook his head regretfully.

"It's okay, change it at night." The Death Priest stood up, and his bones clicked several more times as he stood up, and he didn't know that part of the road was broken. He looked at Chu Ming, and his distorted face couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.

"Trialists, the fallen return to the fallen, stay away from me."

"So anyone else has spotted you?"

“……”

"His name is Kaya?"

“……”

"Kaha has actually come this far?!"

"So what? The fallen return to the fallen, and the great to the great. ”

"Giant? Is this your name? Chu Ming thought for a while, and then asked, "Why do you say that the fallen are degenerate?" What are the things that are his? Which ones are yours again? ”

"This world is mine." Ju replied.

"What about the Fall?"

"The rules are his." Ju replied again.

"No wonder, no wonder the depravity wants to trap me? He could not obtain the soul of this worldly realm. But what did the other trialists do for nothing? ”

The ...... Ju didn't answer the question, and he was silent when he refused. But this is not difficult for Chu Ming.

"Rules, rules. The Trialist is screened when he returns, and those who die and those who are not chosen are his prizes. Is that right? Chu Ming snapped his fingers.

"Aren't you a trialist?" Giant rhetorical question.

"Yes—no." Chu Ming stretched out his hand.

At this moment, Chu Ming's mood was complicated. With both worry and expectation, this was the moment that would determine his fate (not an exaggeration at all). If Chu Ming's inference was wrong, half a year's hard work would be in vain. In the remaining half a year, it was difficult for him to find his own path to trial, and he found one that he didn't have time to complete.

Ju didn't speak, he looked at Chu Ming's hand. There was a pattern in Chu Ming's palm, which was a tattoo after the mixture of the Chapter of Pain and the brand of the Dark World, looming.

"How many years!" Ju sighed and shook Chu Ming's hand.

Severe pain came from Chu Ming's palm, from the palm of his hand to his whole body. Every pore, every cell of his was aching.

But Chu Ming smiled, and his heart fell to the ground, this time he was right. This pain is hard, so the memory is still fresh. It was the chapter of pain, and Miss Holfield's birthday wish was to torture the one who answered correctly.

"How many years!" Great rage, from sighing to anger, just in a flash.

"What about the original agreement?! What about the original promise?! Why is it that no one ever tells me why, or even gives an explanation? For what? ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Chu Ming was sweating profusely, but he still replied with a smile.

"It's none of your business! I mean those people, those who are irresponsible! For so many years, the depraved enjoyed his meal, and I could only sneakily devour these low-grade souls. I don't even dare to let people know about my existence, the stronger the fall, the more I don't dare! ”

Giant roared, he pushed too hard, and his jaw dropped, leaving only a layer of skin attached.

"Ju, you'd better change your body, your palate is rotten, and your chin is a little - uh, yes, you can't cover it." Chu Ming suggested.

"Shut up!"

The giant snorted for a while before it slowly quieted down. He lifted his chin and looked at Chu Ming with a straight face:

"Sure enough, it's the Tattoo Sanctuary that has gone through the Chapter of Pain, but I still have to tell you that if you fail, your soul will be mine."

"Understood." Chu Ming withdrew his hand and nodded.

"I'll be waiting for you at the top of the hill over there tomorrow morning." Ju Sui said, pointing to a hill in the distance.

"It's good." Chu Ming nodded again, and when he saw that Ju was about to leave, he asked again:

"Still have a question?"

"Say it."

"Where's your camera?"

"Lost."

"Why do you need a camera?"

"To make it easier for a fool like you to find me."

"Understood, see you again, giant."

Chu Ming waved his hand, Ju had already turned around, he didn't take a few steps, and fell to the ground. It's time for him to change his coat...... (To be continued......)

PS: System error, I don't know if there is a duplicate upload