927

"Your friend, this is a terminal illness, it can't be cured."

The old fortune teller shook his head as if he hadn't seen me and Xiao Wu's ugly expressions and clenched fists, and even continued a little gloatingly: "Young man, look away, you all have a great future, don't be distracted by momentary grief." ”

At this time, he began to talk again, and I was very unhappy to hear it.

But Xiao Wu is a young man in the end, in the face of such an old man who has to inch in and doesn't know how to say good things to customers, Xiao Wu actually maintained politeness, and asked in a voice as smooth as possible:

"As long as the method is appropriate, the terminal illness is not completely incurable, is there any way to temporarily prolong his life?"

I was shocked, I looked up at this little colleague who was about the same height as me when he stood up, and I couldn't believe that he would pin the hope of a terminally ill friend's life on a fortune teller whose hobby was schadenfreude.

As the successor of socialism and the inheritor of historical materialism, I regard these mysterious things as entertainment. I really want to tell Xiao Wu that even if you are a foreigner and a half-race, you must know that these occults and beliefs cannot save people, and holy water and prayer blessings are psychological comfort for the living and the sick. After all, there are a few people who rely on faith to defeat terminal diseases, otherwise they will not be reported in newspapers and magazines, and the vast majority of people are still defeated by the disease.

And you don't know the fortune teller's routine, you first say that you have a bloody disaster, and then put up a shelf after scaring you, and after a few words, you can barely say that you will help you resolve it if you give money, this set of small combos can be silky! You are a foreigner, don't foreign soothsayers do the same?

But I thought about these words over and over again in my head, but I couldn't say a word.

For a moment, I felt extremely uncomfortable in my heart, as if I had experienced some life and death, or was about to experience more life and death, and the indigestible sadness and never-ending regret weighed heavily on my heart.

It's as if I know what he calls a friend.

I was infected by Xiao Wu's emotions, I turned around and asked the old man seriously:

"Is there a way?"

I looked at the old man expectantly, and Xiao Wu also looked at the old man expectantly, and the old man was stared at by the two of us, and smiled unhurriedly.

"You and I are old friends."

For some reason, my first reaction when I heard this was that he would ask me to add money.

The old man also leisurely took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then took out a box of matches.

With a soft "click", the match burned after a heavy stroke, he leisurely lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff of smoke and slowly exhaled it, and then threw the still burning match into the rain outside, not asking if Xiao Wu, who also wanted to have one just now, wanted to fire it.

It's coming. As soon as I saw his posture, I knew that he was going to start fooling people.

A long time ago, when the trust between us had not completely disappeared, he often began to fool people by calculating, saying that I have a good face, and I will definitely rank in the immortal class in the future and cultivate the road of longevity. At first glance, he is going to do big things in the future, but he will inevitably be homeless alone, and he has said a bunch of classic routines for online articles. I teased back and said that you should not let me practice the Sunflower Treasure Book Nine Yin True Scripture, five yuan a book can not be more, he also smiled and said that this has to add money, no amount of money is enough, because the price is your life.

My smile vanished on the spot along with the friendly relationship that had been maintained by the ten dollars.

To be honest, it is too rare for a fortune teller who eats by looking at people's faces to live to this age without being able to speak.

I gave the little envoy a look and signaled the other party to be careful later, not to believe what the old man said, but the other party was so bent on his friend that he didn't pay attention to me at all. I heard the rain outside the shed getting louder and louder, and the rain flowed freely on the ground, forming a rushing stream in each low-lying depression. It was dark, and the sound of rain was overwhelming, blocking out all other sounds.

"We are also old acquaintances, and we will have time to get along in the future."

The old man exhaled another puff of green smoke, looking fluttering.

This scene may give him a big smoking gun to go up more vibe, so that I can also expect him to inhale lung cancer and die sooner.

Sometimes I wonder if my malice towards this old man is too great, as if the other party has done something to me. But the other party's words and deeds always dispel the occasional conscience in my heart, telling me that my malice is not big enough.

"Actually, if you want to save him, it's not impossible, but, as you know, terminal illness."

"Those who can be cured are not called terminally ill."

Are you sitting on it...... This is the beginning of the small combo of money scamming, right? I almost had another seizure, but after seeing that Xiao Wu didn't react, I cured and endured it to see what else he had.

“…… Is there no help? ”

"There is salvation, but it is destined to fall into the root of the disease, and you can't get rid of it for the rest of your life, maybe it's better to die."

“……”

Xiao Wu was visibly silent, and I saw that his lips were pursed tightly, as if he had lost his mind for a moment. The fortune teller didn't say a word at all to comfort the customer's thoughts, I looked left and right, opened my mouth, and finally said cautiously:

"What kind of after-effects?"

"Well, I might get a schizophrenia, hemiplegia or something." The old man lost his calculations, but he didn't look at the results at all, and said casually, "Anyway, it's nothing more than these diseases, not to mention that in order to cure his disease, you have to pay sacrifices." ”

I didn't know what to say now, so I asked Xiao Wu head-on: "Does the patient have a strong will to survive?" ”

Xiao Wu was also silent, and after a long time said:

"From what I know about him, he probably wouldn't want to die in such a mess, and this shouldn't be my wishful thinking."

After the old man finished speaking, he lit Xiao Wu with the cigarette in his hand:

"Then you should know what to do."

Xiao Wu's expression was very serious: "But I don't have the ability to intervene at the moment." ”

The old man smiled, dusted off the tobacco with his fingers, and began to gloat again:

"If you don't have it, you can find a way, sit here and wait to pick up the power, can't you? Oh you really can, but today is not the same as before, after this village there will be no such shop, if you stand still, the opportunity will be snatched away by others, and your friends will not be saved. ”

Xiao Wu glanced at me: "What else can be done?" ”

"If you think to yourself, there are many sources of strength, and it depends on whether you have the courage to do so." The old man spread his hands out, and the cigarette butt in his hand pointed upward, "I'm just a fortune teller, and I don't have the power to help you fulfill your wishes." If you can't do it, then it's your life and his life, try to die again, get the power you never had before, there's nothing to complain about, is it. ”

"How do you speak?"

I really don't think these words are worth ten dollars, but Xiao Wu doesn't seem to think so, these strange words seem to really inspire him, he didn't notice my expression at all, and asked:

"Is there any other way to keep him alive?"

"If I don't do something, he'll probably not be able to wait for me to regain my strength to save him."

Didn't you just say a terminal illness? Why did it become to save it again at this time...... I was at a loss for a moment, but subconsciously I felt that he was right.

"There's no way."

"What?"

"There's no way." The old man elongated his tone, combined with the raised corners of his mouth and the malicious smile, he looked even less beaten, "I want to save people and want people to live a long time, where in the world is there such a good thing?" Whether you save him or not, he can only live for so long, and if he is too late, he will be empty, so you should worry about whether you can afford the medical expenses. ”

After these words fell, none of the three of us spoke, and for a while it was so quiet that only the sound of rain was falling.

Isn't it raining too much?

……

"Why should I die with those civilians?"

An aristocratic young man dressed in fine clothes and wearing gold ornaments whispered: "Even if my mausoleum has not been repaired, I should not have died at home like a commoner, not to mention that my funeral goods have not been prepared." ”

"Why didn't the High Priest allow me to go to my grandfather's tomb and wait for death? He didn't choose us to be the lucky ones to go to the gods in the middle of the project, as nobles, descendants of the great Grim Reaper, we should have died sooner or later than the commoners, at least not at the same time, otherwise what difference would we have from the commoners? ”

"My parents can go to the mausoleum, they are extraordinary in the middle sequence, I can only be at home, and treat my home as a mausoleum......"

But complaining is complaining, he still has to accept the inner meaning of "all beings are equal at death", obediently bid farewell to his parents who went to his mausoleum, and returned to his room alone.

With the help of servants and necromantic creatures, he took off all the gold and silver jewelry and put it aside, put the bones and tokens of the important people around, lay down quietly on his bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep without waking up.

After letting the noble young master sleep peacefully, the living servants also returned to their rooms one after another.

The manor mansion soon fell silent, leaving only the cats and dogs raised in the manor still shuttling through the garden, looking for people.

There were no pedestrians on the streets, and even the homeless people basically found a place to sleep. Even though death itself is not considered terrible in their culture, the living still have an instinctive fear of death and want to use sleep to escape the moment of death.

There are also people who are running away, desperately fleeing, running out of the city, fleeing far away.

They don't want to die for a variety of reasons, but they can't find a way to live.

The members of the Church of the Grim Reaper were preparing to stand their last shifts, and most of them were awake, even standing on a high place, eager to witness the moment when the gods descended and the River Styx flowed out of the spirit realm.

The venerable high priest returned to the bottom of his upside-down mausoleum and spread the "requiem" and "sweet dreams", so that all those who wanted to escape death by sleep could fall into a dark sleep without dreams, instead of being unable to fall asleep in tension and tossing and turning. The old man, who had survived for thousands of years, witnessed the most prosperous moments of the Byron Empire, and also witnessed the restoration of the legitimacy of a trampled and shattered state. And in the end, these more than 200 years of struggle have turned into a dream bubble with the disappearance of the gods, and there is only one way left waiting ahead.

"It's over."

At this moment, with a relieved smile on his old face, he quietly waited for the moment of silence to come.

It's dark.

……

It's dark.

Anderson looked up and stared at the sky dumbfounded, unable to look away for a long time.

The black, like black ink dripping from the clear water, quickly faded from Anderson's front to the sky, dyeing the entire sky into a deep pitch black. He witnessed the world skipping dusk and evening at the same moment, and the starlight that followed. There is no moon in the sky, it may not be the time for the moon to come out, or it may be that the moon is also covered by a dark canopy, and countless stars twinkle in the night sky, most of them are silvery white, and a small part are other colors, like eyes that are only looking at the earth.

And the outline of another world could be faintly seen in the dark sky, and the large ship made of countless human bones was deeply reflected in Anderson's mind.

He vaguely saw a figure standing on the boat deeper than the night, but he couldn't see the other side clearly, only to see an endless number of necromantic creatures surrounding the ship and the figure like summer mosquitoes—even though he knew that he couldn't use "mosquitoes" to describe each of these creatures stronger than himself, the density could only make him think of the word.

It wasn't until he was suffocated that he realized he hadn't been breathing.

Anderson breathed heavily, trembling and his legs slumped to the ground. He didn't dare to look up at the sky anymore, and when he came to his senses, he suddenly felt a boundless fear. Even for a sea explorer who was on the verge of life and death, this scene of the advent of a mythical world destroyed all his courage and will, and destroyed his idea of escape.

Suddenly he was able to accept death.

No, or maybe it wasn't acceptable, but he finally realized that in such a situation, he couldn't run away at all. Anderson grabbed his hair so hard that his blonde hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and he let out a loud laugh that couldn't breathe.

"Hahaha!"

"Haha! I'm actually, I'm actually—"

"I actually think that I can escape ......"

Anderson's chest heaved violently, and he completely lost the courage to look up, but it was not his style to just look at the dirt under his feet and wait for death. He desperately tried to use the "Rosselto Dream Technique" again, and was not surprised to find that there was still no signal. - It's not that the contact was not successful, it should be that he didn't even send his own message, because he obviously felt that his spirituality was strongly suppressed when he arranged the ritual - Anderson could understand that he was too close to the place where the myth had descended, and when he reached this position, he didn't want to live.

"I can't escape, I can't escape at all!"

He grabbed a handful of his hair, his expression fierce and fierce as never before, but the pain could not distract him, nor did it calm his fear of imminent death and the imminent end of his own life.

As a well-known adventurer and sea hunter, Anderson can accept his dangerous death during the expedition, but it is difficult to accept waiting for death without resistance, even if the former is more painful and tormented, and it is psychologically difficult to accept the latter.

His emotions became agitated, and the fear of powerlessness finally turned into restlessness and anger with nowhere to vent.

Anderson's hands trembled violently and his teeth chattered in the cold that invaded his bone marrow, and he clenched his hands into fists against his forehead, not bothering to think about which god corresponded to which prayer gesture, for prayer could not dispel his fears.

"Great, mysterious god ......"

"You are, the embodiment of number and essence......"

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

He recited the names of all the gods he knew, but none of them were saved physically or mentally, and Anderson himself found it amusement, a man without faith who still pinned his hopes on faith in the last moments of his life, and even longed for his own time-limited prayer to be saved—whether it was an evil god or any being, as long as it could keep him alive, he was willing to accept it.

At this moment, he was actually a little glad that Edwina didn't come.

Because when you come, you just die with him.

TBC

——————

The heavenly door is opened.

The night poured down like water on the earth, and the huge ship showed its horns in the darkness, and the bow carved deity had the characteristics of a feathered serpent, which was wrapped around the ramming horns of the great ship, like a sculpture, and like a complete skeleton that wrapped around the whole ship.

The distant chant slowly echoed across the land with the night, like an unknown requiem, quietly singing at this moment.

The sky was pitch black, and the stars could not illuminate the earth.

I don't know when, on the empty river, there was actually the sound of flowing water.