"Unless you have some ability, or you have something from that era..." "Old Master...Oh, Mr. District Chief." Hitzfeld perked up. "I have never been able to fall asleep since I opened my eyes... Do you know why?" The dead are the best at keeping secrets. This old guy has passed away, but he was in a high position and had a lot of knowledge when he was alive. Isn't he the best person to consult? Whether or not I can go out doesn’t matter for now. She didn't want to have too many doubts before she died. "Or maybe your race means you don't need sleep." The old man flew around her, "but you look like a mortal." "...It's obvious."
"Then there's only one possibility." He followed up. "You have an organ from a higher god implanted in your body." "!?" The girl stared. "Do not believe?" The old man sneered. "I have never seen gods...but I know they exist." "Dragon God Mountain." "Mother of Darkness." "Temple of Nature." "And the Sun King and his servants..." "All of this is recorded on that prototype stone tablet." "Only these divine organs can be perfectly integrated with the human body without causing any rejection reaction." "But the time of God is different from that of mortals." "Either they are physiologically different or they are functionally different." "I can only analyze this far. If you want to further deduce which god the organ in your body belongs to, you have to consider the abnormal symptoms it exhibits and eliminate them one by one in combination with the legends of those gods." Hitzfeld did not respond. She was stunned. "You're lucky enough, kid."
Isaac Lord looked at her and shook his head. "The organs of God do not operate according to the physiological habits of mortals. This means that it will act on its own, and you must use your body to cooperate with it." "But no matter how well you cooperate, no matter how docile that organ is, after a while, your mortal body will definitely not be able to bear it." “Then it will just collapse.” "This is the price of touching God." Chapter 59: Long Summer Hitzfeld had wondered many times what was happening to her left eye. She once thought that these were eyes from the evil god. Because when she opened the box, there were many sneaky whispers instigating her and forcing her to do it. She felt that they definitely couldn't be good things, so the box they asked her to open and the eyeball that was finally "released" must not be a good thing either. But now the district leader of the Xieyang Cult told her that this was the eye of God. Oh, she couldn't sleep because her eyes were functioning independently, forcing her body to rely on her eyes' habit. It sounds like that. But if that's the case. If this eye is inherently "good". Why did those furtive whispers make her open the box? The real God should be towards humans, right? They should stand against evil spirits and evil gods. Their organs should also be mortal enemies of these things. Unless the consequences of opening the box are more beneficial to them than releasing the eye. Will that... Could it be... Is there anything else in the box besides the eyes? Thinking of this, Hitzfeld felt a little scared. Am I really going to become the new generation of "Pandora"? She raised her eyes and stared at Isaac Lord, intending to continue asking for details. For example, she really wanted to know which god this eye belonged to. But before she could open her mouth, the light in front of her eyes quickly dimmed. The outline of Isaac Rhodes' body is made up of the light emitted by the solar cross. As the light dims, his body is about to collapse.
"Looks like I'm here..." The old man said quietly. The tentacles, like hungry sharks, had surrounded and trapped the two men. Hitzfeld had no doubt that as soon as the light completely dissipated, they would rush forward and sweep the old woman and her away to be eaten by the evil god. The next moment after she had this thought, the light really dissipated. A slippery, sticky feeling spread up from below. She had a feeling - as if something was wrapped around her ankles and was moving upwards little by little. There was a flash of white light in the darkness. With a "swish", all the tentacles wrapped around the girl were cut off. She was wearing a pair of long leather boots and her black hair was tied into a ponytail and fluttering wildly. "summer……" "Give me your hand!" The woman ordered rudely, holding a knife that seemed to be made entirely of white light in one hand and reaching towards her with the other hand. Reflexively, Hitzfeld reached out and grabbed it. "Crack!" Another white light rose from the ground, like a pillar of light, splitting a door out of thin air and penetrating heaven and earth. Hitzfeld was forced through this door. She tried to look back, and what she saw were endless tentacles. And Isaac Rhodes's relieved eyes illuminated by the white light. call-- There seemed to be the sound of wind in my ears. Know - know - There is also the sound of cicadas chirping in midsummer. "Every seventh night there is something sinister going on." "I let you practice martial arts not to let you fight with others! It's to let you protect yourself! To have the right to control your own destiny when facing a crisis!" I heard the man's harsh rebuke. A scene seemed to appear before my eyes: in a courtyard of an eastern-style building, a sturdy man holding a wooden stick was teaching a petite girl, instructing her on every move. "Dad."
Another evening, after training, the girl spoke. "Ok?" "Summer nights seem to be shorter than winter nights, right?" "That's what happened. What do you want to say?" "I want to say...if it is summer all year round and summer can be extended indefinitely, the time people experience eternal night will be greatly reduced, right? Wouldn't that allow more people to survive?" "Snapped!" The wooden stick hit the girl's buttocks. "Where did you come up with this strange idea?" "I think about things that are impossible all day long!" "Keep going! Practice more tonight!" day to day. Year after year. The girl gradually grew up. On another summer night, the cheerful girl returned from exercise, only to see a scene of hell. There are three nightmare pythons lurking in the house. In one of them, most of my father's body had been eaten, leaving only a pair of legs trembling outside. There was no sign of the mother, brothers and sisters. But upon closer inspection, it was found that the bodies of the two giant pythons were swollen. "pat~" The largest python tilted its head back and swallowed its prey, then turned its head and stared at the girl with its green snake eyes. "Snapped!" Another giant python opened its mouth and spat out a body that had been half corroded by stomach acid. This body is still alive. After falling to the ground, it struggled to raise its head, and white bones could be seen on its bumpy face. "Walk……" He tried his best and called out from his leaky throat. The next moment, two huge mouths bit it one after another, lifted it into the air, scrambled and tore it, and completely tore it into debris. Even experiencing it from a bystander's perspective, Hitzfeld felt like he was suffocating. There was a layer of blood in front of my eyes.
I only saw the flash of the knife. Endless sword light... "boom!" There was a muffled sound. The back of his head hit the concrete floor, and the pain woke Hitzfeld up instantly. There were intensive gunshots coming from the distance. She struggled to sit up and saw Xia Yibing half-kneeling beside her, holding her hand with one hand, and breathing heavily with her head down.