He was gone, as fast as a shadow, flashing where the light occasionally appeared. And that shadow had weight, and it weighed heavily on Qi Lang's heart. It may be a hallucination caused by psychological depression, or it may be that the surrounding fog is breathless. In short, Qi Lang slowed down and slowed down, because only then could he stay awake and rationally analyze what had just happened.

That person must be that Andy!

Andy, this name should be Andrew's nickname. Of course, Qi Lang didn't dare to be too sure about this conjecture, after all, in this world, there are many special races that do not completely follow the conventional habits of barbarian ghost language. But in Qi Lang's imagination, he should be a very short little guy, with some freckles on his cheeks, a flat nose, and his eyes look very simple, and he talks like a nagging ghost...... He was supposed to be a happy little guy, but his experiences as a young man led him to a gloomy life.

The God of Vengeance and the Holy King, these two titles are actually unrelated. Because the heart of the god of vengeance should be full of hatred, he hates everything, and his ultimate goal is to destroy everything. And the Holy King, that should be a symbol of light. He should care for everything, like the warm sunshine of the earth. He has imposed these two completely contradictory titles on his head, which probably shows that he himself is a contradictory combination, right?

That's probably an illusion. Because when Qi Lang recalled the figure just now at this moment, he actually felt that the figure was really young, like a seven or eight-year-old child. He raced, trying his best to grasp the glimmer of light. But the light is fleeting in the blink of an eye. Unable to capture.

He disappeared. It disappeared into a blinding white fog. But in Qi Lang's eyes, it was as if he had rushed into a cloud of darkness.

It was an adult's back, medium stature, neither fat nor thin, from that figure, Qi Lang couldn't guess whether he was good or evil, let alone see through whether the innocence and kindness of his youth were still preserved in some unknown corner of his body.

The fog is getting heavier. In that thick fog, Qi Lang even felt that he was starting to be unable to breathe normally. The footsteps are still those fine, sharp stones. Like thousands of little hedgehogs, they erect their spikes with hostility, causing the pedestrians who step on their heads to suffer.

It was the same stone that caused the barefoot slave to stumble and leave a trail of blood with every step. Even if Qi Lang is wearing a pair of thick-soled boots on his feet now, he can still feel the stiffness and sharpness of those sharp stones from time to time.

There was a dead silence all around them again. Qi Lang stood there quietly, keeping his mind running at a high speed, and at the same time perceiving with his heart. That Andy was amazingly fast, but he was a human being, not a real devil. Therefore, he would never inexplicably open a door to another world and disappear into thin air......

Sure enough, he was still there. Although he had withdrawn far away, Qi Lang felt the aura of nothingness. Although it was difficult to discern the direction with the naked eye, that faint breath was still a few hundred meters ahead!

Diving down, Qi Lang continued on the road. He had to meet that Andy, maybe he would attack him with extreme anger, but Qi Lang always felt that there was another possibility, the possibility of reconciliation, because he felt that he and he knew him.

Qi Lang was sure of this - he should have known him, even if he hadn't actually met, but in his dreams, he often passed by the angry Andy. He is the fateful partner of Igru's unknown brother, and he is Igru's fateful partner, which probably shows that Andy should have some kind of fateful connection to himself as well.

In Qi Lang's view, he and Andy are like two kites far apart, each looking for their own world in the air, but the thin rope is entangled between the ground and the sky, and it has long been incomprehensible. And that rope is that chaotic dream.

Those dreams were indeed puzzling, for Qi Lang had asked Igru for confirmation, such as the weeping woman, the child trapped in the cage, or the raspy roar of the mad laughter in the dark cavern, announcing to the whole world that vengeance was coming...... Iglo didn't know anything about it, and he didn't bother to bother with it, because it was too much of a headache.

However, Qi Lang had already guessed a few points - it should be Andy's dream, and it should be the real scene that has plagued the child for a long time.

Of course, Andy is no longer the poor child, his real age is about thirty-five or sixteen years old, twenty-eight or nine years have passed, of course he should have changed, but unfortunately that change is not reflected in the maturity of his mind, he has only become stronger, more capable of realizing his dream of revenge.

After such a long time, it stands to reason that the unbearable pain should have been diluted a long time ago. Just like the ballad left by Owu, the magic of the river of time should be enough to soothe all the pain. But it seems that he didn't. Andy always kept those pains in his heart, as if he would find a sharp knife every night to cut open his chest and cut the scabs on his heart piece by piece, so that his heart would bleed and his hatred would continue!

This terrible conjecture made Qi Lang lose his mind for a while, and he almost slipped because of it. Only then did he notice that the clearing in front of him was indeed a little slippery, and there was a dripping sound around him, as if Andy's dripping blood was leaking out, staining all the roads he had passed into mud.

But it was just an illusion, and I think it was Captain Steve's artificial rain that played a role, catalyzed by the water vapor, a large amount of mist condensed on the slightly cramped cliffs on both sides, gathered one by one, and then re-turned into droplets of water one by one.

"Tick, tick......"

The drops were trying to soften the stones beneath their feet, as if trying to make them a little more rounded, less angular and less harmful to the poor people who came by. But it must be an extremely time-consuming task, and it could take a hundred years, or more. Unless those droplets can merge into a waterfall, like the waterfall hanging under the lion's mouth in the auspicious water holy land, it has been flowing softly, and the stones below have long been washed away from the edges and corners.

That kind of washing was exactly what Andy needed, to wash away the blood from his heart with a pure stream, to wash away the hatred he had reserved for nearly thirty years, and he should have chosen that. But that didn't seem to be the kind of treatment Andy might have at all, because he needed to keep everything that was painful, and he needed to keep the hatred in his heart.

When he was thrown into the hut of love in his dying state, he had seen through the world. He must have recognized that he had been abandoned by the gods, and therefore launched the most arrogant provocation against the noble gods!

"If there is any god, he will have to ask for my forgiveness!"

It was really despair, despair of all kinds, despair of life, despair of the gods!

He hated the villains who had persecuted his mother so cruelly, he hated the murderers who were about to throw him into the flames, and above all he hated the gods who had arranged it all without mercy!

Hatred was in his blood and gave him strength. He decided to survive because he wanted revenge! So, at the last moment, he chose to challenge Snow Wolf Canyon, and in the laughter of those guards, he resolutely rushed to the less than one ten-thousandth of life.

It was probably a fateful summoning, and he succeeded.

He broke out and became the first slave ever to break out of Snow Wolf Canyon. However, he did not appreciate the precious vitality provided by the Empire, on the contrary, his hatred intensified. Because, he found that discrimination was everywhere. When he appeared in Shachie as a freed slave, he must have encountered many unusual eyes, and must have heard many harsh mockery, which made him see even more through the despicability of human beings. Speaking of which, Qi Lang has a deep understanding of this, if he hadn't met the kind-hearted Qom and Dodim, he would definitely have walked towards the darkness step by step in such a cold reception.

But Andy obviously didn't have that kind of good luck, and at the same time, he also suffered a twist of fate - Iglu's brother!

Without its help, Andy would not have been able to break out of the Snow Wolf Canyon, and the snow wolf saw that Andy was exactly the person it needed, and thus secretly helped him break through the dangers, evade the giant wolf's round-up, and successfully pass through the foggy labyrinth. It was then that they were united and began his plan of revenge against it.

So, he became the god of vengeance, and he was an accomplice of the demon who offered the exchange contract!

It must be so, everything has become very clear, poor Andy, he needs help, he needs admonishment! Qi Lang felt that it was necessary to talk to him face to face, to make him give up all this, because the world was not as dark as he imagined. He still has a chance to redeem himself, as long as he finds his conscience and lets go of the hands clenched by pain, and a new life will surely open his arms to him kindly.

Catch him!

Don't give up on him!

Qi Lang quickened his pace again. He judged it clearly, Andy's breath was still in front, although it was not obvious, although there was still some distance, but he couldn't dodge, Qi Lang had a full grasp of his speed, and at the same time, he was completely sure of successfully convincing him, because they both had the same experience. (To be continued......)