102 The Fool (9)
If I told others about this, others might not believe it, but the truth is, I really lost the swordsman.
That's right, I chased the man who had broken his heart and lungs and had no good meat on his body.
This is also one of the common abilities of super psychics.
In other words, it is not limited to the special level psychics. Almost all psychics have this ability, but they are only of different strengths. This ability is to surpass the "survival ability" of ordinary people. As long as the psychics have not given up the will to survive, it will be more difficult to die than ordinary people. If they are only psychics at level 2 and 3, it is not outrageous, but when they reach the first level and the special level, this survivability will appear inhuman. Especially for the special level, most psychics can temporarily forget all distractions, even forget the "I am about to die", and then gain temporary immortality. As long as the brain is not destroyed, the body can continue to perform its performance, and even play the role of catching up with the heyday.
Of course, no matter what kind of psychics it is, the more they resist death, the more they will outline their own death. Just as Doctor Torino once said, death is the fate that everything in this universe cannot resist.
This is why even if a special psychic person has such magical powers, he will not be able to live forever. Often, the more the psychic person refuses the fate of death, the more likely it is to live for a shorter life. If he does not pursue longevity, his lifespan will be no different from that of ordinary people. Once a martial artist achieves "not bad", he will live longer than a psychic person. So if he only wants to live for a long time, pursuing spiritual energy is to lose the roots and ends...
No, I think far. In short, the so-called immortality of a special psychic is nothing more than temporary emergency measures. If all fatal injuries cannot be repaired within a certain period of time, then it will be killed.
The same is true for the swordsman. He suffered too many fatal injuries and was too severe. Although his escape speed was very fast, even I could not catch up with him during the limited time of the "Zero-turn-to-Full" mode, if nothing unexpected happens, this should be the last time I saw him. Although I didn't see his body with my own eyes, I really couldn't rest assured.
I returned to the place where I was fighting just now. At this time, the blood on the ground had been diluted by the heavy rain. I looked at the ground and suddenly a doubt that I had not thought deeply about before rose.
The first generation of Yanliu Sword Master used the Notho Sword. The weapon is more suitable for swordsmanship than the exquisite and slender swordsmanship. The inheritors of Yanhui in the past would not know. Since that is the case, why should Yanhui be "compensated" to achieve that completely opposite trick?
If people in the past only did not understand the principles of the first generation Yan Hui, then why did the swordsman, who was proud of the reincarnation of the first generation Yan Liu sword tycoon, have no doubts about Yan Hui, instead of turning it back and breaking the misunderstanding of Yan Hui in the martial arts world that Yan Hui has continued to this day?
With this question, I turned to look for the young man I took off the train before. He had already left, but he had not yet walked away. I quickly found him.
I pressed his shoulders down, and he shook his whole body. When he turned around, he saw that it was me, and asked with a sad face: "Well, is there anything else?"
"I want to ask you some questions," I said.
"What's the problem?" he asked nervously.
The reason why I brought him down was naturally not aimless. I have never forgotten that the swordsman called him "this unfortunate young man". This wording made me a little concerned, as if the swordsman knew something about him. Of course, maybe it was just a swordsman who picked up a word casually, which had no deep meaning. But I must confirm it carefully.
"Why were you chased before?" I started asking here.
He fell silent, as if he had a hidden secret, and then asked me in turn, "May I ask, are you a psychic?"
"Now I'm asking you." I showed a threatening tone intentionally or unintentionally.
He probably remembered the battle with the swordsman just now, his lips trembled, and then replied, "They... want to kill me, no, to be precise... they want to treat me as a living sacrifice."
"Are they withered believers?"
"Ah? No." He shook his head repeatedly, "they believe in a god called "Crish God."
"I have never heard of such gods." I said. Since the catastrophe of hell, the gods and Buddhas in the sky have been killed by the dead, so that the gods who can survive it are easy to remember - not because of their greatness, but because there are too few.
Could it be that it is not a god, but an elves? I heard that in some areas, there is still a culture of elves' belief in it.
He said bitterly: "Because that god was made up and is completely superstitious."
"Superstition." I repeated. In my hometown, the motherland, superstition and theism are the same thing, but in this world, the two must be treated differently.
I looked around. The environment was dark and it was raining heavily. So I said to the young man: "Let's find a place to shelter from the rain first, and I'll talk about it later on."
He did not resist me and acted very obedient.
We quickly walked out of the valley and found a road nearby. We walked along the road and soon found a deserted motel on the side of the road.
At this time, I took out an umbrella from my body, and held it up while leading the young man to walk there.
When the young man saw me holding an umbrella, he immediately looked puzzled, "Even if you only started holding an umbrella at this time, wait..." He noticed, "You are not wet at all?"
He read that right, I was not soaked by the heavy rain.
Martial arts who practice bright and dark energy to the point of perfection can use the muscles of the whole body to exert strength. If you go further, even if someone sprinkles water on your body, the water droplets cannot touch the body and will be shaken away immediately. Not only the water droplets, but even the flames falling on your body can be shattered like this. In martial arts theory, this is known as "the inviolation of water and fire", and is a field that can be achieved by just hard practice. If you use it flexibly, you can achieve the effect of walking in the rain without wetting your body.
But I was not completely wet. When I was fighting with the swordsman just now, I was not distracted by this trick. Afterwards, I couldn't completely shake the moisture that penetrated into my clothes, but it was almost the same. I didn't bring any changes to my clothes, so I had to use this trick to hold a move first. As for the reason I wanted to hold an umbrella now, it was to avoid being noticed by people when entering the motel and attracting attention.
The young man hugged his soaked upper body and said enviously: "I am worthy of being a psychic." And I did not make any excuses and let him misunderstand.
Soon, we rented a room in the hotel. The young man went to take a shower first. I took advantage of this time and called Doctor Torino.
Although I was unable to ask the swordsman what "the touch of the foreign god" means, I had no intention of putting this question aside. Since I am ignorant, I should seek advice from the knowledgeable and knowledgeable elderly.
Doctor Torino answered my phone. I couldn't help but think about how she, who had no hands and feet, picked up the phone.
"Facialless?" Her voice came into my ears.
I responded, "I have a question and want to ask you."
"Well, please tell me." Although my call was a bit abrupt, she still didn't get disrupted and said slowly, "As long as it is within my ability, I will answer it."
I first expressed my gratitude and said, "I want to know what the touch of the foreign god means."
Hearing this, she paused for a few seconds.
"I won't ask, where did you hear this title?"
"Thank you for your understanding."
"I'll confirm it first. Do you know the meaning of the word 'external god'?" she asked.
"It is the meaning of the gods from other universes." I said, "If we offer sacrifices to them, we will receive corresponding gifts; and at the cost, we will be punished by God."
"Not only that, you will also fall into confusion and madness because you witness something that you cannot understand. The sharper the inspiration, the more you are." She said, "Since you know something about the foreign gods, then you can say it. Well..."
She seemed to be thinking about her words, and after a moment, she said, "Do you still remember the bedtime story you read to me a few days ago?"
"Which article are you talking about?"
"Man Bear."
"Remember."
"Can you read it again?"
"I only remember the outline, maybe I'll read it wrong."
"But I still remember it clearly." She smiled, "Then, let me do it."
I had a vague premonition and agreed, "Okay."
On the other side of the phone, Doctor Torino slowly told this short story:
It is said that a long time ago, in some remote town, there lived an ordinary man. He had an elderly mother and a friend who had been missing for many years.
One day, he returned from hunting in the nearby forest. Because he was greedy for convenience, he took a shortcut. Since ancient times, there were people-eating bears in the place where this shortcut was located. But the man disagreed. He followed the shortcut and returned to the town very safely.
But that night, the man had a dream.
He dreamed that he had come to the shortcut again. He walked on the shortcut blankly and suddenly heard the call of his friend from the deep forest. He walked along the sound and found that his missing friend had been standing intact in the forest.
The man and his friend were both happy with this touching goodbye. They walked home while chatting about the past. Suddenly, the friend grew black hair all over his body, his body became huge, and he actually became a bear, eating the man into his stomach.
The dream ended here, but from this day on, the man became more and more strange. He found that his skin was growing black hair, his face gradually twisted, and his mouth became more and more like the sniff of a beast. He also liked to eat raw food and became increasingly unable to control himself. During the day, he kept his door closed; at night, he secretly walked out of the room and took raw meat from the refrigerator to eat.
A few days later, when his mother returned home, she unexpectedly saw this scene: her son was squatting in front of an open refrigerator, eating fresh raw meat in a mess.
Under the mother's astonished stare, the man finally woke up and remembered everything. It turned out that the real him had already been swallowed by the human-eating bear when he returned home that day, and now it was just an alien covered in human skin. So it couldn't help but shed tears of despair, and ate the woman alive in a loud howling.
The neighbor came to knock on the door because he heard his mother's scream, but the one who opened the door was intact and seemed to have no idea what had happened, and the man disappeared.
Chapter completed!