As the two of them moved away from the foggy city, the surrounding scene gradually changed from desolate to lively, and Pan Yue slowly let down her guard.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep since he left the base for the first time. The events that had happened one after another in the past few days had already made him physically and mentally exhausted. At this time, he actually fell asleep leaning against the car window...
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"Mr. Pan, we are here."
When he was awakened by Mr.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Four or five hours, maybe."
"..."
After resting along the way, Pan Yue's fatigue was indeed relieved, and even her original upset mood was relieved.
He opened the car door and stepped out of the car, and was stunned by the sight in front of him.
Only now did he completely believe that this world and the world he knew were definitely not from the same era.
The overall environment of the base was not much different from that of 1995. Although the buildings were tall and clean, the facilities inside were not much different from those of the previous century. However, the Peace Dove Headquarters completely subverted his perception.
The place is brightly lit, surrounded by high-rise buildings and electronic equipment that Pan Yue has never heard of. Pedestrians coming and going are brightly dressed, staring intently at a rectangular object that is almost the size of each person's hand.
After staying at the base for so many days, he always thought that "electricity" only existed in the power of nature.
"This is called a mobile phone. Well...it is a phone and computer that you can carry with you. It became popular within a few years after you entered the aperture, but it is only limited to areas where peace doves are active."
"oh......"
"Mr. Pan, please come with me."
If the Children of Light represent strength, and the Human Resistance Army represents justice and hope, then the Dove of Peace must represent the highest level of wealth and technology in mankind.
Pan Yue followed Mr.
They took the elevator to the highest floor, the 95th floor. When the elevator door opened, the corridors on the left and right seemed to lead to two completely different worlds.
The light on the left side is white and bright, and the exquisite patterns on the wall are like a work of art, while the right side is an eerie dark red.
"I will take you to see the teacher first. If Mr. Pan is still interested later, he can go to the other side to talk to Mr. Xu about old times."
Mr. x said, leading Pan Yue to the right.
The long and narrow corridor exudes a breathless and depressing atmosphere, and from time to time, whispers that are not human-like can be heard from behind the closed doors.
Finally, the two stopped outside a room at the end of the corridor. Pan Yue felt that the distance of just a few hundred meters seemed longer than a century.
"Teacher, I have invited Mr. Pan Yue."
"Enter."
The man whom Mr.
From the first day he came to this world, the voice often appeared in his mind.
That old, happy, weird murmur is exactly the same as this voice!
The door was gently pushed open by Mr.
"X, please go out first."
"Mr. Pan's inspiration is so strong, he must have recognized me, right?"
"you......"
"Look to the sky...high up..."
"shut up!"
The voice stopped abruptly as Pan Yue shouted angrily, and his rickety back remained as motionless as a bronze statue.
The room fell into a terrible silence, and Pan Yue held her breath to prevent a sudden attack from the other side.
The two were in a stalemate for about half a minute. The man suddenly let out a weird chuckle and then slowly turned around.
In an instant, Pan Yue's body trembled as if struck by lightning, and her Adam's apple kept twitching to restrain her desire to vomit and scream.
He has never seen such an ugly and twisted face!
The right half of the face was no different from that of a normal old man, but the facial features on the other half of the face were completely misaligned, and green pus was constantly oozing out from under the high and bulging ulcerated skin, like a huge sarcoma.
"Giggle, giggle...is it scary? All thanks to your archbishop."
"I have nothing to do with Hua Tianming."
"Haha, I hope you can be so firm in the future. He is just asking for you now. When one day you lose your use value, he will not be soft on you."
"oh."
Obviously, Pan Yue didn't want to discuss that person at all.
"The people of Dove of Peace call me the Prophet. Of course, I don't mind if you use another name commonly used by outsiders - Deathstroke."
"Death knell. Why did you come to me?"
"Mr. Pan, I know you have problems with me, but I am here to help you."
"..."
"Please take a seat."
Pan Yue looked in the direction of the death knell's finger and saw an old rattan chair placed in a dark corner. The moldy armrests and back of the chair were covered with tooth marks from unknown animals.
He frowned, shook his head, and sat directly on the floor.
"Ahem... I invite you here this time to help you recognize the real enemy, our common enemy."
"You mean Hua Tianming? You don't need to tell me, I know it well."
Deathstroke seemed to have anticipated Pan Yue's rudeness, and his old voice kept chattering like an old gramophone.
"As far as I know, before the Advent incident, you had a very close relationship with the Most High, right?"
"What do you mean!"
"You've already guessed what I'm going to say, it's just that you don't want to face it."
"I do not believe."
"Cluck cluck..."
Deathstroke let out another strange laugh, and his gray eyeballs suddenly swayed back and forth on the sarcoma, and Pan Yue's eyes followed it involuntarily.
Gradually, Pan Yue's body froze in place uncontrollably, but his consciousness was sucked into the eyeball as if it had been pulled away from itself.
He felt dizzy for a while, and then seemed to pass through a tunnel composed of colorful light spots.
Finally, his consciousness stopped at a blood-red sky.
Pan Yue looked down and found that she was at the altar near Huguang Village. Two figures could be vaguely seen on the top of the cold windy mountain.
Pan Yue's consciousness quickly approached them and finally saw their faces clearly.
One of them was a boy who looked one or two years younger than himself. There was deep sadness in his handsome eyebrows. He was holding the other person's shoulders tightly with both hands.
The moment Pan Yue saw another person, he felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.
Uncle Zhao!
Zhao Qingquan's eyes were distracted and lifeless, and he had long lost the elegance of the past. At this moment, he was muttering to himself with his head down in despair.
"Tianming...you...have to figure out what you are doing..."
Hua Tianming, who was still a young man, was not as strong-willed as he would be in the future. There was a hint of hesitation and panic in his expression, but a few seconds later his palms were still ignited with black flames.
"Hua Tianming! Stop it!"
Pan Yue wanted to stop all of this hysterically, but with only a glimmer of consciousness, he could not even be considered "spiritual", he only emitted mental fluctuations that were so weak that they could be ignored.
At this moment, Zhao Qingquan seemed to have caught Pan Yue's aura, and some brilliance returned to his eyes.
He slowly raised his head and looked in Pan Yue's direction, a smile appearing on his face.
That familiar, warm smile.
The next second, the flames from hell engulfed him, and the Supreme Being turned into ashes before he even had time to react.
"No!"
A deep sense of powerlessness entered Pan Yue's consciousness, and he didn't even have the chance to try to stop all this.
Hua Tianming stared blankly at the spot where Zhao Qingquan was standing before, as if waiting for something.
Not long after, a green figure slowly appeared in the air. Except for its tentacles, its figure and appearance were not much different from humans.
The ghost of Zhao Qingquan.
He, or it, raised his head and continued to look at Pan Yue, spitting out a few unclear words from his mouth.
At this moment, Hua Tianming rushed towards Zhao Qingquan and thrust an object wrapped in black cloth into Zhao Qingquan's body.
Along with a burst of holy white light, the green figure also disappeared.
The supreme man, Zhao Qingquan, was completely dead this time.
"Hua Tianming me (a beautiful Chinese saying)!"
Pan Yue cursed like crazy, but the spiritual power emitted by the magic weapon also dispelled Pan Yue's consciousness. He felt that the scene in front of him became increasingly blurry, until he was completely swallowed up by white light. This chapter has been completed!