Fog Formula-Warning Book of Fog City Search Chief's Strange Talk - Chapter Thirty-Five

“You killed someone!”

Jian Shenxiu with gray hair was walking silently on the vast wasteland, when a man with disheveled hair suddenly emerged from the scorched soil and rushed in front of him.

“You killed me! You killed me!”

He rushed over and grabbed Jian Shenxiu by the collar, his face enlarged in Jian Shenxiu’s pupils. With blood and tears in his eyes, with a curse on his expression, he roared mournfully, shaking Jian Shenxiu’s neck.

“Pay for your life! I want you to pay for your life!”

“…”

Unfortunately, Jian Shenxiu recognized that face.

He has photographed this face with a camera at 360 degrees, seen this face suspended in a fish tank, awakened it with his own hands, and sent it on the road with his own hands.

So of course he knew this face, and of course he understood the meaning of what this person said.

“……hiss.”

However, just when Shenxiu reached out to touch him, the man who was holding his collar suddenly disappeared like smoke. At the same time, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his gloved hand, and this pain became more and more painful with the heat and friction inside the glove, and even tended to intensify.

So under the pain, he had to take off the gloves. The pale hand underneath was revealed. The painful area was left with charred marks, as if he had just touched the flames with his bare hands.

The cold wind on the wasteland blew the scorched black, bringing a bit of coolness, and gradually the burning sensation seemed to become weaker, as if the passage of time healed the wound.

“…”

After the man who emitted the batch turned into smoke and dispersed, a white cross appeared on the ground next to him. It is inserted obliquely in the soft soil, and its posture is like a corpse that is still questioning the sky after death, telling the injustice of fate.

At the top of the cross, there is also a silver-white scalpel stained with blood.

“I won’t pay with my life.”

Jian Shenxiu, who was wearing a torn cloak, stopped in his tracks, and looked at the cross in silence for a while. After a while, as if he felt that he had looked at it enough, he moved his body and started to walk again, continuing to walk barefoot on this wasteland, moving towards a certain direction.

“And I’ll kill you again if need be.”

His steps were firm, his direction was clear, and he didn’t hesitate at all because of the changes just now, as if nothing had happened just now, he was still moving forward.

However, in a place where no one saw, his hand in the sleeve was still conveying the faint burning sensation. He still proved to Jian Shenxiu that what happened just now was not an illusion, it did leave traces on him.

step.

two steps.

three steps.

He went all the way in that direction, crossing wastelands, swamps, mountains, and rift valleys. He doesn’t know why he is determined in that direction, he doesn’t know why he wants to go, but he is stubbornly walking in that direction. Like an ascetic on a pilgrimage.

There has never been any trace of life on the wasteland, only the silhouette of a black crow fluttering its wings to die in the mid-air. This land is so quiet, it seems that the world has died together, as quiet as a corpse.

“What are you looking for?”

In the dimness, he seemed to hear a voice asking such a question.

However, he just walked in silence, ignoring those words.

“God? Is it true? Hahahaha…”

“What justice, what gods. Those things are dead long ago! It’s just futile work, but the poor fantasy of wretched people!”

So the voice continued to mock like this.

But seeing Shenxiu still ignored it. wide hood covering

Along the way he walked through many crosses. Some of them stand far away from the roadside, quiet and peaceful, even with blessings. Even more of them are inserted horizontally by the side of the road, like ghosts with teeth and claws. Even if they go around, they seem to be able to hear the cursed weeping.

“I hate it!”

“murderer!”

“I will curse you! I will curse you in hell!”

“Lies, what justice! It’s all lies!”

“Hahaha, sooner or later you will be with us! Sooner or later you will become us!”

However, no matter what kind of cross it is, when Shenxiu walks by, there will be a small black scorching mark wrapped around his body, bringing a burning pain. As a result, the gray headgear on his body became more and more broken, revealing the scorched body underneath, and in some places, bones were even visible.

“…”

However, he just walked forward silently, still not changing his direction. The haughty and stern face was unwavering even at such times. With indifference and scrutiny. Like an angel wandering in the world, coming to the world is just to experience the pain in the world.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, his muddy and blood-stained feet finally stopped after browsing a certain hill. After experiencing countless sufferings and tortures, his vision suddenly widened at that moment. The huge shadow was reflected in his pupils, and the light shone through the top of the hillside, reflecting the “end point” into his pupils.

It was an incomparably great [World Tree], rooted in the white sand, its huge body propped up the entire sky, its branches stretched between the sky and the earth, and countless black leaves swayed and danced on it. From a distance, it covers one-third of the sky, and the whole world is a shadow covered by trees.

Seeing that tree, there will be a sudden sense of excitement. At that moment, people will not be able to restrain the blood rushing up, and they will not be able to control the desire to kneel down and worship. This is the most primitive reaction of human beings to witness [miracles], and it is the most instinctive response of human beings to see [gods].

But see Shenxiu not.

Because [the god] is dead.

That tree—was dead.

Those black ones are not leaves at all, but countless dark undead. They are densely clinging to the dead branches, twisting and crying along the branches, like a cloud of thick black smoke covering the entire sky, forming a whirling shade. There is no white sand under the tree roots at all. Those things that look like sand from a distance are actually countless pale crosses. Pale sand.

The trunk of the tree has long been broken, it is the dead world tree. The whole body is covered with burnt black. I can no longer find a glimmer of life, no longer a little bit of hope. Everything has died, leaving only the pale cross and the dark soul.

This is the end he’s been looking for.

There is no justice, no hope, no redemption.

despair.

despair.

despair.

Everything is dead, nothing remains, except for the ghosts still howling. Weeping at the injustice of fate.

“Is this…the end?”