"Looking at you? So who are you?"

Hewen spread his hands:

"Hvendrenger, don't you remember this name?"

The stickman asked:

"Stop trying to trick me. Tell me your name at that time. If you are really as important as you claim to be, you cannot be a nobody."

Hewen shook his head:

"No, I am indeed not a great guy, not as feared as Odin, not as omnipotent as Christ, not as supreme as Zeus.

"But for you now, I am indeed not much weaker, and we are not Odin's big friends. Why can't you have a good sleep?"

The stickman chuckled:

"You seem to have made a mistake. It's not that I don't want to go back to the book, but even if I don't go back, what can you do to me?"

The stickman looked at Hewen's golden pupils curiously:

"Can you kill me? Complete what Odin failed to do? No, you can't. The most you can do is seal me again, and you can only seal me, so why should I listen to you?

What if?

"No, no, no, I won't just go back, you made me interested.

"I suddenly thought, if I kill all your rare creatures in front of you and massacre the humans who live with you, will your frosty heart be a little shaken.

"The powerful god in the past is now tortured by monsters that are far weaker than in his heyday, but unable to do anything. Such a heartbroken god is worthy of being collected by me."

The stickman snapped his fingers.

The door of the birdcage opened softly.

Then the "thought" breaks out of the cage.

"Didn't I tell you, Hewendrenger, this is my palace, a crown I forged with countless lives. I am far more powerful here than outside! You can only watch me kill.

Kill everyone you cherish, destroy everything you care about, and then put it in a glass cabinet and become my exhibit."

The stickman stretched its hand into the air. From Hevin's perspective, it looked like a piece of its hand was missing.

It just fumbled for a moment and then withdrew its hand.

Its left hand pinched Ha La's neck tightly.

"Ah, well!" Ha La kept kicking her legs and struggling, but it was of no use. There were also traces of ripples on her face, as if her body was made of liquid.

But when she saw Hewen, her fear and panic subsided a lot, and there was an inexplicable relief in her eyes, but then it turned into worry. She seemed to be worried about Hewen, fearing that she would cause Hewen to be harmed.

Hewen glanced at the black crows circling in the sky and said:

"It's a clumsy trick, but the illusion is indeed very good, but it's just a little bit worse. Is this what you got from Kelly? Is this palace a reflection of your soul, a real existence and somewhere in the universe?"

Although the stick figure was exposed, it did not panic at all, but remained as indifferent as ever. It calmly strangled Ha La in its hands, and blood left the corner of the girl's mouth. Ha La still looked at it with disbelief before she died.

Hewen's eyes were calm and filled with grief. He was saddened by Hewen's abandonment of her, and then his despair completely swallowed up the girl.

The stickman dropped the puppet on the ground:

"I simulated her expressions and movements very well? How did you see that?"

Hewen said:

"I don't see the problem with Fake Hora, it's just that the illusion you created...

"With all due respect, it can be said to be shoddy."

The stickman smiled:

"Then you will completely ignore such a crude illusion."

Hewen glanced at the black crow again:

"It seems that it left a deep impression on you. You didn't catch Fujin, right, but there is no distinction between true and false thoughts. Odin let you see it, and you created it. So at this moment, your thoughts

'It exists right here."

The stickman said complacently:

"Mainly because this is my inner reflection. Everything transcends the boundaries of truth and falsehood. No matter what illusion I create, it can truly take away your life."

Hewen said:

"But you still chose Fujin. You know Odin is using you to look at me."

Stickman said:

"What Odin wants to do to you has nothing to do with me, whether he wants to kill you or use you to resurrect him, because no matter what he wants to do, I will still mock you severely in the end.

"

The logic of the stickman is completely different from that of normal people. Although it wants to mock Odin and take away his ugly appearance, in fact the stickman does not really resent him, at least not the kind of resentment that humans understand.

It really doesn't care about the relationship between Hevin and Odin at all.

Fu Jin finally let out a cry that resounded throughout the nine realms.

The bodies of Hevin and the stickman have undergone cognitive physical distortions, just like Edvard Munch's Expressionist works, turning into torrents that exist purely in thoughts and are no longer subject to the rules of physics and the laws of reality.

bondage.

"Is this the most outrageous thing you have ever seen?" Hewen asked.

What the stickman doesn't know is that Hevin is the one who knows the way of illusion.

The sound of slight friction between scales and sand and gravel was heard at some point, followed closely by the continuous shaking of the ground.

The stickman looked around but couldn't see anything.

But Fujin smelled it. As Odin's eyes and ears, few creatures can surpass him in insight.

It let out a scream and kept flying towards the sky, and the distortion on Hewen and the stickman disappeared.

Hewen said:

"It's everywhere."

The most horrifying illusion is pervasive, and no one can stop it, except another, even more horrifying illusion.

The stickman has vaguely noticed what is entangling the whole world:

"You've seen it."

"I've seen it, and I can still remember the position of every scale on its body today."

"Indeed, few people can forget what it looked like."

Fu Jin kept hovering in the sky, flying higher and higher, as if there was something on the ground that could threaten thought itself.

It should have penetrated into Hevin's brain, then taken out everything he needed, and when it left, his fragile mind was so messed up that he couldn't even tell the difference between today and tomorrow.

But it didn't dare, even though it was Odin's eyes and ears.

Because the big snake is on the ground.

Snake's hesitant voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Fujin is no exception.

Then a dark curtain rose from the horizon, and the edge of the huge shadow was not a straight line, but a weird curve.

The shadow gradually swallowed up the entire sky.

After a long, long time, the moonlight came back from the horizon.

Fu Jin has disappeared.
Chapter completed!