This time, my sleepiness was not like I used to close my eyes and open it, and it passed in the whole night.

Huai Shi felt like she was really asleep.

Immerse yourself in the pain that seems to be the division of the source substance...

The pain caused by the punishment of oath still lingers in the body, even in countless fragments of the dreams that even shattered the coherent consciousness, just like the iron piece when the iron felt was hit by the hammer.

Recast with painful flames to ensure that this sharp tool can continue to fulfill your mission.

But Huai Shi is an unavoidable torture.

Consciousness is enduring the ravages of pain every moment, until in the end, she forgets who she is in drowsiness, and immerses herself in those fragmented memory fragments.

In the end, only countless solemn voices were heard echoing in the darkness.

"Abraham, today your hands are filled with blood of injustice. This will be the testimony of your sins and a part of your sins..."

"You dirty your hands and avoid more hands touching the darkness. You carry sin and allow more souls to step on the ladder of the kingdom of heaven..."

"If your sin is not allowed, your salvation will be indefinitely far away."

"What has been done will be cleared away; what has been done will be erased... There is nothing new under the sun, and there will be no place outside the sun."

...

In the end, those thunderous sounds echoed in his ears, as if they were to engrave indecisive laws in his soul:

"This world has always been the same."

Huai Shi opened her eyes and looked at the strange ceiling like a different world, her head was empty.

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

"You are finally awake?" Ai Qing's voice sounded from his ears: "It's been a long sleep."

"I... am Huai Shi?" He finally distinguished the part of himself from his chaotic memory. The Book of Destiny sorted out everything again, but he still found it difficult to pull out his thoughts from the chaotic.

"How long have I slept?"

"Twenty-seven hours." Ai Qing sighed: "It's a full twenty-seven hours."

During the long twenty-seven hours, she tried every means to try to wake Huai Shi up, but all the interference outside the game was all the stone cows.

The sound of dice kept ringing, and countless complex judgments flowed through Ai Qing, making it difficult to find the key point.

KP smiled from beginning to end, quietly admiring her gloomy appearance, holding the 'Clement' character card in her hand, waiting for her surrender and give up.

As long as she wants, the game can start over at any time.

If Huai Shi couldn't wake up from sleep, Ai Qing didn't even know how long her meaningless persistence could last.

But persistence is actually meaningless.

When KP opened the trump card in front of her, she knew that perhaps her struggle had been declared a failure.

Just as she pondered, she suddenly heard Huai Shi's voice:

"Ai Qing, are you hiding something from me?"

"Um?"

She subconsciously frowned and looked at KP, but KP smiled, holding her own dice in her hand, just shrugging slightly to show her innocentness.

"You have too few instructions." Huai Shi said: "If it were the past, even if you remain silent, you wouldn't let me do whatever you want, right?"

“…”

Ai Qing was silent for a long time and just said, "I'm thinking."

"Is there any result?"

"Yes." Ai Qing replied unhappily: "The result of thinking is to find that, like the reality outside, thinking here is of no use for most of the time, and it will only cause you to suffer a lot.

I have no way to solve the current dilemma. To be honest, I also want to provide you with the kind of effective suggestions that can solve the essence of the problem, but you may not like it."

She paused for a moment, lowered her eyes unwillingly: "It's up to you to decide how to complete your task."

"Um?"

Huai Shi was stunned: "My mission? Parasus Sel? Didn't he die half a year ago?"

Ai Qing shook her head pity, "You will understand soon."

At that moment, Huai Shi's expression suddenly twitched, and she felt the crazy murderous intent that emerged in her heart and the uncontrollable heat and hunger between her chest.

That is the desire for blood and death.

Because he saw Lily.

The heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to explode. The irresistible amount of hormones secreted him into an indescribable violent state.

It seemed like it had become a beast.

He spasmed violently and raised his hand, as if an epilepsy patient was struggling to get up.

If it weren't for the weakness of his limbs at this moment, he might have jumped up and teared her throat.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lily looked down at him in shock, reached out to open his eyes, lowered her head and looked carefully: "Difficult breathing, pupils contract, and arrhythmia... are there no recorded side effects?"

A gentle breath blew on his face.

It's like the wind in hell.

It slowly grew his canine teeth, and purple-black capillaries emerged from his pale face, so ferocious.

"Don't be afraid."

Lily lowered her head and took out the needle in her waist bag and the set of alchemy instruments left by Huai Shi. She moved quickly, and soon, the colorless potion was injected into his carotid artery.

"Don't worry, just some tranquilizers and harmonic serum."

Lily reached out to test his body temperature and whispered: "Maybe the poison in the body has not been cleaned up, which will probably make you feel better."

"No, not..."

Huai Shi gasped with difficulty.

The deep murderous intent was quickly diluted by the trapping of the body.

The spasm of the limbs gradually calmed down. With the disappearing purple-black networks on her face, Huai Shi returned to her calm again, or in other words, she was able to suppress the uncontrollable crazy murderous intent in her heart and forced herself to calm down.

But countless thunderous roars still lingered in his consciousness.

It was like an iron precept, which kept bringing the violent shock of whipping and the burning pain like thunder.

Kill her!

She must be killed!

Paracelsus must be killed!

"But that old man died half a year ago!" Huai Shi roared in her heart: "I have been looking for a year, and I have been looking for a dead person for half a year! The mission has been completed long ago!"

"But he left something, didn't he?"

Ai Qing's voice sounded, so compassionate: "Think about it carefully, Huaishi, no, is the mission of Abraham van Helsin really killing Paracelsus? Think about it carefully..."

"Find that person, follow that person, and kill that person!"

In a trance, the majestic and old voice sounded in my ears again: "At any cost, let the works of that blasphemer be crushed to pieces by the deformed child who will only defile the great achievements of the gods!"

His...work?

"Yes, his work."

Ai Qing whispered, "It is known as the only work left by the alchemist who created the 'Stone of the Sage'..."

The Stone of the Sage?

The incarnation of miracles in the world, the omnipotent crystallization, the immortal medicine, the combination of countless prayers and destiny, one of them, one of them... is not only used to describe the fifth-level sublimator.

Since ancient times, this existence has been given high hopes and hopes by countless people.

From the beginning, it was a nearly impossible peak of miracles.

When the pioneers become thorns in the sect, and creationism and theories of heaven and evolution are gradually incompatible, what works will be called such a noble title?

In the torn consciousness, Huai Shi thought hard and finally felt the loneliness and pain that seemed to face an infinite darkness.

It was as if I finally realized Ai Qing's powerlessness.

Think about it, Huai Shi, think about it carefully... Are there not enough clues left to you?

Think about it, experience the pain I was thinking...you will understand...

That only truth.

"Lily."
To be continued...