"What shall I do, Mr. Faustus?" cried out Annabella helplessly. She had tried many meditation methods and taken several hallucinogenic drugs that she had with her, but to no avail.

"Is Monsieur Faustus wrong? It's not an illusion at all?" Annabella began to question Faust's judgment after being helpless, "That's right, it's just the radiation of Monsieur Faustus's power, and it doesn't necessarily represent Monsieur Faustus's thoughts." ”

When people have a fixed opinion in their minds, he always finds reasons to prove his point - in fact, this is the same regardless of whether they are virtuous or foolish, except that the opinions of the wise are mostly correct.

All human opinions come from what we know and feel, and if there may be a fallacy in the information, we will most likely get the wrong answer—for example, if we don't take the initiative to do it, the psychic energy will not be able to form this kind of eloquent effect on its own.

Annabella is now a god of six - she has been standing behind Reinhardt in her previous adventures, serving as a supporter. Of course, she is a skilled and sophisticated witch who has her own understanding and grasp of tactics.

However, when it comes to decisiveness, she is not so good. For several years, she had been under Reinhardt's leadership, but fortunately nothing had happened, and by chance someone had died, and she was also a temporary teammate who had not worked together for a long time.

But this time it was different—two of her longtime teammates died, Reinhardt's mood changed, and now, even her admired Monsieur Faustus no longer seemed to be able to guide her.

It was as if the world had abandoned Annabella.

In this warm, dark and calm tunnel, Annabella felt nothing but a biting cold—just like she had done many years ago when she had lost her mother. She seemed to be naked and naked in the cold wind of winter, and the big tree that sheltered her from the wind and rain collapsed again.

"No! I can't give up yet!" Annabella shook her head, regaining her courage, "Before, there were teachers who helped me, and there were ...... and Reinhardt...... This time, there will be this time, there will be someone, someone will come to my rescue!"

"I can't give up...... I must wait until someone else comes to my rescue!...... Mr. Faustus Reinhardt ...... "Annabella was nervously babbling, and her neatly groomed hair became a mess.

She leaned against the wall and walked slowly forward—in fact, she didn't know which side was front and which was behind. She just picked one at random and walked down, after all, there was darkness on both sides.

Exhale-inhale-

Call...... Suck......

The old chief wasn't even hobbling at the moment, he was just moving forward. With every step he took, it was as if he had been chased by a herd of wild elephants. Not just the bones, but every muscle in his body, the brain, the heart, the liver, the kidneys...... All the organs he knew were ravaged by the elephants.

His mind was blurred, and all that was left in front of him was a vague earthy yellow, and if it weren't for the residual sense of touch on his palm, he probably wouldn't even be able to identify the direction.

"Boy, you grew up here, but when it comes to survival in the wilderness, you are far from being able to catch up with my old Bell. The gray-haired elder smiled at the chief.

The one-eyed man on the side pushed him, "Okay, old Bell, the three of you can't beat our team leader together, so don't show off your ability to eat insects." ”

Scarface twitched the corners of his mouth and began to sharpen his broadsword again - it was already a rare time for him to be happy, most of the time he just kept a straight face.

"But do you really want to eat this?" came a green voice from behind the old chief, who seemed to be a young man who had just grown up, and only then did he have a young beard breaking through the ground.

"Nonsense, if you don't eat this, will you find any other food?" the white-haired old bell pouted, "you young people don't have a good mouth, go on nibbling on that dry bread, it seems that I have to enjoy these delicious things alone." ”

Old Bell was carrying a huge fleshy worm in his hand, and he carefully took one end of the worm in his mouth, squeezing it gently with his teeth. "Snort", after a while, the insect spurted out a stream of yellow-green pus, and Old Bell quickly devoured the insect when he saw this.

"Phew!" he spat out a black bug head, "it tastes a bit like chicken, but it's much more tender." Old Bell smacked his lips, picked out another worm from the large leaf in front of him, and put it in his mouth.

"But...... But these worms...... "The chief had already remembered, the boy was Mayor Marula," and "they are not clean!" the boy seemed to be a little clumsy, and he held back for a long time, but only one sentence came out.

Of course, his knowledge is not very broad, it is nothing more than something that everyone understands—anyone with a discerning eye can see that Old Bell just wants to save the food that is as safe as possible for others.

Scarface, who had been silent, picked one of the white worms that wriggled and wriggled on the leaves, took it in his mouth, and swallowed it only after it protruded pus—not forgetting to spit out the head of the bug, of course.

He frowned and looked up at Old Bell, "Not bad." After that, he picked out another worm. With Scarface's beginning, the others also grabbed large chunks of insects, and even the boy hesitantly ate two.

The old chief also grabbed two of them with the inertia of his body and put them in his mouth. The taste of the bugs is a little spicy, and it has a sticky texture like a bit of snot, which can be said to be very unpalatable.

But the old chief felt that it was a supreme delicacy.

Was it a dream?Or did my path of atonement finally come to an end?I went back in time?Can I change their fate?The chief looked at a few familiar and unfamiliar faces, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

"Red-skinned boy, these insects are not so unpalatable, are they? Why are you crying? Come on, come on, eat two bites of bread......" Old Bell glared at a pair of dim eyes, and handed over a piece of hard dough.

"It's nothing, this bug has spicy eyes. ”

"Hahaha, I'll just say it. I thought I was the only one who felt uncomfortable, you see, even the team leader was spicy like this. One-Eyed laughed when he heard this, "Old Bell, why did you choose this unpalatable bug?" ”

"Fart! This worm is not delicious! What's more, do you dare to catch any mess of bugs? If you dare to catch me, I won't dare to eat it!" Old Bell was furious, "Eat your bugs!" He picked up a particularly fat bug and threw it at One-Eye.

Who knew that One-Eyed was not angry but happy, cheered, and also picked up the bugs and played a game of throwing each other with Old Bell. The boy smirked on the side, and even Scarface stopped sharpening his knife and looked at the two of them grinning.

The chief stood aside with a smile.

"The feeling of coming back...... That's great. ”