Bai Mo looked up at the sky.
After several turmoils, the stone wall at the top of Ping Ping Paradise has been completely shattered, as if a huge circular canopy has been opened. The afterglow of the setting sun falls from the sky to the ground, dyeing the entire Ping Ping Paradise in a light red.
A twilight-like scene of dilapidation.
He didn't seem to care about the violent movement in the distance, as if everything in Equality Paradise had nothing to do with him. He sat calmly on a round stone platform, looking at the surging corpses and people from a distance, his face expressionless.
.
No one in the distance noticed him, and the passing corpse wave didn't seem to notice it, but they consciously avoided the stone platform where he was, and flowed away from the middle, like a wave being split.
Yang Xiaowan, dressed in a wedding dress, appeared again at some unknown time, her red hijab fluttering slightly in the wind, her hands folded under her belly, and she stood quietly beside Bai Mo.
"Husband, do you know the people over there?" Yang Xiaowan asked after a while.
She had obviously been paying attention to the movements over there, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"I don't know everything." Bai Mo's answer was concise and to the point.
Yang Xiaowan asked again: "The giant and the person wearing the cat costume should be friends of the husband, right?"
Bai Mo had given up asking this woman not to call him husband, and thought: "So, not really."
"That's it." Yang Xiaowan's voice was soft.
The two fell silent at the same time.
After a while, Bai Mo seemed to have remembered something and asked curiously: "How did you know they are my friends?"
"Although the husband has restrained himself enough, from the slave's perspective, the feelings contained in a person's eyes cannot be hidden." Yang Xiaowan smiled softly and said, "The slave has been looking at the husband, the girl named Liu Qingqing.
…”
Bai Mo interrupted her and asked: "Since you think we are friends, aren't you curious why I don't help them?"
Yang Xiaowan shook her head and said: "Of course there is curiosity, but if the husband is unwilling to tell, the slave family will not embarrass the husband."
"Oh, that's okay, then don't ask." Bai Mo said lightly.
Yang Xiaowan: "..."
I didn’t even ask. Didn’t you propose this on your own initiative...
She felt a little aggrieved.
At this time, Bai Mo asked, "Xiaowan, do you want a body?"
Yang Xiaowan was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "I want my husband to call me Niangzi..."
"Go away, I'm talking to you about business."
"Me too..." Yang Xiaowan became more and more aggrieved.
Although she showed signs of coming back to life at this time, her original body had long since lost its normal functions and had stopped functioning, almost becoming a decoration.
To put it bluntly, although Yang Xiaowan's consciousness is still alive, her body is already dead.
"What body..." she asked.
Bai Mo stared into the distance, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Are you interested in the body of the god?"
Yang Xiaowan said nothing, seemed a little embarrassed, and said sadly: "Why do you want to change? Doesn't your husband like my current body?"
Bai Mo took a deep breath: "This is not a question of whether you like it or not. Your body is already dead. Only by finding a new body can you fully come back to life."
This woman's focus was too strange, so he said helplessly, "Don't worry, the new body can be shaped exactly like your original one."
Yang Xiaowan was still a little hesitant.
"Why, does occupying a body that doesn't belong to you make you feel uneasy about your conscience?"
"That's not true. It's just that the slave family has learned some new knowledge recently, so they are worried about a problem."
"What's the problem?" Bai Mo raised his eyebrows.
"Do gods and humans belong to the same species? Will there be reproductive isolation?"
Bai Mo: "?"
reproductive isolation…
He seemed to be confused by this question. It took him a while to come back to his senses and said with a toothache: "Why are you asking this?"
After a moment of silence, Yang Xiaowan said shyly: "Because I want to give my husband a child in the future..."
Bai Mo seemed to have been hit hard and froze on the spot, without speaking for a long time.
Is this woman okay?
His expression quickly returned to coldness, and he said coldly: "Don't think so much, we can still decide in the future."
Yang Xiaowan saw his seriousness. Although she was a little disappointed, she still put away her thoughts and said seriously: "Then what should we do now?"
"wait."
After a moment, an extremely cold voice sounded in her ears, as cold as frost, as if she had abandoned all emotions——
"If nothing else happens after solving the [Perfect Hand], it means my guess is wrong. We should leave here immediately, but if something else happens..."
Although it was still Bai Mo's voice, the tone sounded completely different from before, which made Yang Xiaowan feel frightened.
She turned her head suddenly and saw Bai Mo still sitting on the stone platform, looking into the distance.
It's just that he didn't know when a mask appeared on his hand, and he was slowly putting the mask on his face.
An extremely cold voice came from behind the mask.
"...I hope my guess is wrong."
…
As the huge body gradually dissipated, the pure white jade hand finally stopped moving completely, seeming to have fallen into some kind of meditation.
Exploring whether a world is dead is a complicated process, but the initial investigation does not need to be that troublesome.
The land of death must be devoid of life, but filled with endless death energy. This is a prerequisite for judging the death of a world.
The reason why a world dies means that this world must be 'alive'. Therefore, when the world dies, all life in the world will inevitably pass away. Many corpses can be easily found. This is the first step in judging.
Step two.
Of course, since death energy and corpses are not difficult to obtain, the illusion of the death of the world can be completely faked. Once someone wants to investigate carefully, this kind of fakery cannot be concealed.
In order to verify whether the world is really dead, their common method is to search for the most special type of corpse in the world.
The auras of such beings before and after life are very special, which means that their existence cannot be faked.
The so-called special means unique, and eating belongs to this special existence, and so does playing.
In fact, the reason why Wan collected so many corpses in the surveillance room, found many special limbs, and pieced them together into strange 'people' was to create a special corpse, hoping to use it at a critical moment.
Comes into play – this is insurance against accidental opening of the door.
Then he failed.
The put together corpse was sucked away and touched by the [Perfect Hand] just now, and was quickly annihilated, but the arm obviously did not mean to stop completely, which shows that the put together corpse does not have that special
The aura is not enough to hide from the inspection of [Perfect Hand].
Therefore, at the critical moment, he had to bear the pain and eat corpses to dispel the suspicion of "Perfect Hand".
At this critical juncture, people from hell cannot be allowed to interfere with the affairs here!
Seeing that [Perfect Hand] had not made any move, he suddenly realized that this was an excellent opportunity. He turned around and said to Jian Wugui and others: "Now listen to me, this secret is treated as an extra gift from me to you.
Already."
Everyone looked at him.
"This white hand belongs to a guy named [Perfect Hand], who comes from hell."
hell?
Lu Zhan was shocked. He had heard of this name before.
In the Hidden Beast Mountain, he once saw a memory fragment about the long past, about Mu's mother.
The things presented in that picture may not be true, but one thing is completely certain -
To be continued...