As the meaning of distress came, the blind man fell asleep in a drowsy manner, and he dreamed again.

But this dream is magnificent and bizarre, or... It is a kind of calling that comes from "miracles."

In the dream, the blind man was at a loss, and he could see, yes, indeed see, not relying on synaesthesia from brain imaging, but really seeing with his own eyes a scene that made him feel cold sweat too.

On the vast plain, covered with skeletons one after another, the clothes have not weathered with the passage of time, and he can clearly see the sense of age on the clothes.

From Hanfu to the Qing court to the tunic suit, from the crotch cloth to the plain kimono, the coarse linen cloth to the clothing of the British aristocracy...

These garments seem to cover all the historical processes of each country, but the owners of the garments have turned into weathered bones.

From cold weapons to hot weapons, swords, guns, halberds, firecrackers, pistols, and many weapons are scattered, or dropped or inserted,

This is a plain corpse mound, and it is also a mound of many weapons buried bones.

It was as if what they and they had experienced was a path of killing, a way of life and death in Shura, but the end was all down this road without exception.

Millions of corpses, this word is not an exaggeration, and even more than one million corpses here, you can't see the edge at a glance,

The blood flow is not incomparable, because the blood continues to flow and merge into rivers, lakes and seas, staining this plain and wasteland.

Even the color of blood covered and even reflected the sky, dyeing the sky a blood-red.

The blind man naturally walked forward, and did not notice the slightest inappropriateness, he stepped deep and shallow, stepped through the corpse, stepped over the equipment, until he reached the center of the plain here,

It was in this center that he finally got a glimpse of what he had "chosen" it to be.

That's - the throne.

A··· A throne made of bones and weapons, a... A throne of blood and shadow, a throne of strange light and constant change.

It seems that as long as you can sit on the throne, you can become a "king" and become a "god"!

Even if the blind man was so determined, he was bewitched by the throne at this moment, and he ran to the throne to sit in it, but was rejected by some power in the dark.

Qin Xiya stretched out his hand, and a sticky and clear pale liquid grew on his fingertips, and then, clinging to his arm, passing through his neck, and finally covering the blind man's face.

It forms a mask, or rather, a nightmare face.

Then the blind man awoke.

Involuntarily touched his cheek, but what he felt was the skin of his face, not the mask, but his instinct told him that as long as he needed it, then he could wear the mask that only belonged to him, and stimulate the power of his own face.

But it's just an illusion, because the mask is still "awakening".

[Walking Adult, you have become the Chosen Killer. 】

[Information Distribution: The Chosen Killer and the Killing Throne: Each Chosen Killer will enter the Dream Divine Domain when inspired by the 'Throne of Bones', and receive the power of the 'Nightmare Face', and those who can kill the Chosen Killer will also get the transfer of qualifications, either inherit the power of the Nightmare Face, or obtain qualifications,

After obtaining the qualification, when entering the dream god domain of the Throne of Bones, you can get the power of the Nightmare that belongs to you, and the power of the Nightmare Face is not subject to the throne, it is the power of the chosen one, and what the throne does is just a catalyst.

As the slaughter continues, the power of the Nightmare will continue to increase, and the Chosen Killer will also be eligible to ascend to the throne, but before ascending to the throne, there will also be a "battle" between life and death. 】

The blind man carefully sensed his own face, understood and pondered a little, and an anonymous email came from his mobile phone at the right time, but it belonged directly to the round table.

[Killer ▇▇, hello, I now appoint you to assist in the escort mission of the matchmaker... When the task is completed, the Round Table will revoke your bounty. 】

After browsing, I found that there was some overlap with event (3), and there was no need to weigh the pros and cons at all, and the blind man got up.

Not to mention, this child lost his parents, and may even be killed by others, and the blind man is also distressed, so he doesn't need to think about it at all, he came directly to the matchmaker.

"You are... Matchmaker? The blind man in sunglasses asked.

"Yes, it's me."

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"Big brother, why do you want to eat bear cookies?" Wang Ziming asked the blind man politely and enthusiastically, although he didn't have many cookies, but he knew how to share at a young age, and he could see that the tutor was good.

The blind man shook his head and looked kind: "No need, little... Xiaoming, you eat, I'm not hungry. ”

"That's fine, but if you're hungry, big brother, you won't be able to eat my biscuits." Xiao Ming's milk voice was milky, and it could be seen that he really liked to eat bear cookies.

The blind man couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, you won't eat." ”

The matchmaker vigilantly probed around, and communicated with the blind man with lip language, but fortunately, the blind man inherited all the mastery of the original body, and lip language was also in one of the columns.

"You yourself are mud bodhisattvas crossing the river - can you protect yourself? Still mixed in with this escort mission? You're not worried, I'm worried that you'll be involved. ”

Qin Xiya also replied with his lips: "Then can you protect this child alone?" ”

The matchmaker was dumbfounded, indeed, she is not known for her combat effectiveness, she is indeed unable to do it alone, but it is better to be unable to catch it alone than to team up with the public.

She obviously resisted, but she couldn't help it.

"Whether I can protect this child alone doesn't seem to have a direct connection with whether you are a mud bodhisattva or not, and your rash participation will only bring danger to us, right? You also don't look at how much you're worth? The matchmaker didn't choose what to say, and after the words came out, she thought of the deeds of the blind man again.

In fact, in the final analysis, Qin Xiya's original body was not at fault, and the only fault of the original body was that it was not a high-level member of the round table.

She had the heart to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." ”

The blind man thought of the original body and his wife, and when he heard the words of the matchmaker, he was also a little angry, but he restrained himself very well: "But this is the round table to name me to join." ”

He moved out of the round table to press the matchmaker.

The matchmaker also borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "Then please don't endanger this child because of your own affairs." ”

The blind man faced Wang Ziming, who was eating bear biscuits while looking at the receding scenery outside the window, and replied to the matchmaker.

"Don't worry, even if I die, I won't let this child lose a single hair."

For children who are not bears, the blind have always been very patient; And for the poor child, the blind man has always treated with the greatest kindness;

Not to mention, he believes that it is the duty of an adult to protect the young children who should be guarded and deserve to be protected, even though he is still a "child" in the eyes of his grandparents.

Here, Qin Xiya and the matchmaker were still communicating with their lips, but there was a buzz in Wang Ziming's abdomen.

Xiao Ming was embarrassed to cover his face with his satchel, looking shy and shy.

The motherly matchmaker rubbed Xiao Ming's head: "The bear biscuits are not hungry, can you go to the dining car with your sister?" You can eat whatever you want. ”

"Okay." Xiao Ming was indeed hungry, but he asked the blind man again, "Brother Sunglasses, are you hungry?" Would you like to join us for lunch? ”

The blind man pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

So the three of them went to the dining car.

The matchmaker held Xiao Ming's hand, and the blind man pushed open the door of the dining car.

The matchmaker's eyes were round, and she couldn't help but lose her voice: "Mi elephant?!" ”

She looked at the only passenger in the dining car, a man the size of a sumo wrestler, if not too much.

Mi Xiang is his killer codename, and he is... The Chosen Killer.