Chapter 119 Flawless

Hearing these three words, An Wujiu didn't feel any surprise.

Desperate, repeat the same mistakes, self-destruct.

Although some of them haven't happened yet, they all seem to fit the description of his destiny.

Wu You said coldly, "This is all fake, don't believe it."

Nan Shan also echoed, "Well, if you don't believe it, you don't have it."

Companion cares more about this, An Wu Jiu just smiled lightly without expressing.

The old woman looked at Wu You again, "Master Priest, do you want to see the results of your divination?"

Wu You's face was cold and he didn't want to speak. He saw An Wujiu's divination result and was unwilling to accept it, so he didn't have any expectations for his own.

But the old woman only asked a symbolic question. Even if Wu You did not respond, she still opened the stone cup facing Wu You and read out the prophecy inside.

"Salvation, treasure, time."

The last one is [time], Wu You could not comprehend the meaning of it temporarily, but the first two words made him feel uncomfortable. [Saving] I am afraid it represents the meaning of his birth in this world, just as a heart provider to save the person who is exactly like him but a hundred times happier than him.

And it was never him who was regarded as a treasure.

An Wu Jiu saw his face gloomy, reached out and touched Wu You's head lightly, then slid down and rubbed his ears, like a real brother.

"What did you just tell me?"

Wu You replied vaguely, "Don't believe it, it's all fake."

An Wu Jiu smiled, he didn't care until only Shen Ti's stone cup was left.

The old woman told them that these were oracles, not that she made them up. If you don't believe in God's words, you will be offended and bring bad luck.

Saying that, she tremblingly opened the last stone cup.

An Wu Jiu saw it clearly, unlike theirs, there was nothing on the inner wall of this stone cup, no carving marks, it was as smooth as new.

"It's really strange, it's too surprising." The old woman was amazed and looked up at Shen Ti, "Nothing."

Shen Ti tilted his head, "Really? It seems that this god is not very good."

The old woman said again, "No, how is this possible? Only the newborns and the deceased will be blank here, because God does not think there is any need for divination for these two kinds of people."

Wu You was amused, "Some people are really giant babies."

Shen Ti clicked his tongue and pinched the back of Wu You's neck.

He didn't feel anything about the old woman's words, he knew he wasn't human at all, let alone newborns and dead people.

Only An Wu Jiu froze in place and said nothing.

He thought that at least Shen Ti's current body was human, a living human like him.

Even if he found out that he didn't have a heartbeat, An Wu Jiu still took a chance and thought, maybe returning to reality from the game would be different.

But hearing her words, the strong psychological suggestion made An Wujiu doubtful, he didn't know if Shen Ti really existed, and how long he could exist.

An Wujiu has a very paranoid thought, even if it is a dead person, it is a dead body without a heartbeat, even if there is no breathing, no body temperature, or even can’t speak, An Wujiu wants to stay by his side, he can’t lose Shen. vigilant.

He didn't know why he had such terrifying thoughts, the next second, An Wujiu realized something.

"Let's go, go to the next one." Shen Ti was very casual and tilted his head to look at An Wujiu.

An Wu Jiu didn't plan to leave just like that, but looked directly at the old woman who was divination.

"Have you ever divined your own destiny?"

His dark pupils stared at the wrinkled eyes of the old woman, and the waves in his eyes were like calm and deep lake water.

The old woman kept smiling just now, and now it is the same, she shook her head at An Wujiu, "This is not good, it goes against God's will, my dear high priest."

An Wu Jiu still stared at her like this, the corners of his mouth were straight and his tone was polite, but the words he said made people feel ordered, "I'll do the math for you, okay?"

Similarly, he didn't give her a chance to refuse, but held the old woman's old and dry wrist, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for a few seconds.

Wu You looked at him, not knowing what An Wujiu was going to do, but he held his breath involuntarily.

After a while, An Wu Jiu slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "Countless sacrifices."

The old woman's expression did not change, with a faint smile on her withered face.

"Looking down arrogantly."

A corner of the tent was opened by the cold wind, and a flash of snow flashed in her eyes, which was fleeting.

An Wu Jiu let go of his hand, put it close to her ear, and said the last word in a very soft voice.

Wu You didn't hear what he said, but keenly saw the old woman's expression moved slightly for a moment.

An Wu Jiu smiled, straightened his body, said goodbye to her, and left the tent with the other three.

The wind and snow was wrapped in a cold chill, Wu You turned his head and didn't ask what An Wujiu said, but "Do you believe what that old woman said?"

An Wu Jiu just said to him, "Even if you think it's right, don't believe a word, it's just her psychological suggestion."

Wu You turned around and found that the old woman also came out of her cloak tremblingly and looked at them.

Her eyes made Wu You feel gloomy, and she turned her head.

An Wujiu didn't mention his last prophecy to the old woman to them, but Shen Ti could hear his heart, so it was very clear.

So as they walked forward side by side, Shen Ti told him, "I also think she is that guy."

An Wu Jiu looked at him, his eyes slightly widened.

"I heard it." Shen Ti leaned closer to An Wu Jiu's ear, and softly repeated what he heard, "Failed to return."

Yes.

This is An Wujiu's provocation to that evil god.

He knew that he was everywhere, it could be any city citizen who passed by, it could be the heavy stone statue on their shoulders, or it could be the heavy snow that kept falling here.

If he hides enough, An Wu Jiu doesn't care about being watched, anyway, he is already used to being watched.

It's just that he is too arrogant, so arrogant that he can't hide the kind of heart that seems to be watching the ants, and jumps out eagerly to show the poor fate of these ants.

"Blessed brother."

He was recalled by a childish voice, raised his eyes, and saw Noah walking towards them in the distance, and Zhou Yijue behind him.

Noah's face was frozen red, and his eyes were as clear as a blue sky, like a doll.

Wu You was afraid that she would be bullied by Zhou Yijue, so he pulled her to his side, "I just found you."

"When you came out?" Noah raised his face and smiled, "I got up early and came down to play in the snow by myself."

Some men in religious attire passed them, holding in their hands a stack of dark-colored paper, precious paper made from peeled fig bark, with some writing on it.

One of them stopped in front of them and distributed the bark papers one by one.

An Wujiu took it over and looked at it carefully, the content above is basically used for preaching, and the descriptions are also related to religion.

He took out one and found that, different from the one he had just read, this bark paper had a large blank, and only some ancient words that he could not understand.

As if trying to hide something.

Just like the altar asked them to postpone the morning sacrifice discussion on this day, An Wujiu didn't believe it, just wanted them to come to the grand ceremony.

There were neat footsteps in the distance, well-trained like an army, An Wu Jiu looked towards the source of the sound, and saw the crowd and the returning team, the man at the front of the team was wearing a piece of jewelry inlaid with countless obsidian. The battle suit, with colorful feathers on his head and a stone axe in his hand, looks majestic.

The two men behind him, one wore a tiger skin and the other a leopard skin.

"This is probably their leader." Shen Ti said aside.

An Wu Jiu nodded, "Looks like he just came back from the war."

They blew horns made of bones, and many people in the tents rushed out to greet them.

Wu You turned his head to look at Nan Shan, "You really got it right."

Nan Shan was a little puzzled, "What did you say?"

"The people in this place are belligerent."

Nan Shan was a little surprised, when he and An Wu Jiu were chatting with the stone carvings, Wu You seemed to be playing with Shen Ti, "I thought you didn't listen."

"I listened." Wu You said, "I didn't seem to listen carefully, but I remember everything you said." After speaking, he took out an injection from his pocket, "Hey, this, let me get it for you. , I always wear it with me, but you don't seem to be sick recently."

Nan Shan was a little surprised, "Thank you."

"Thank you." Wu You put the injection back in his pocket, "It's good if you don't get sick, it's better to recover directly."

"No one cared so much about me except my adoptive father."

Nan Shan's sudden appearance made Wu You blushed.

He didn't know what to say, his throat stuck, "Just... just get the medicine for you."

Nan Shan smiled at him and nodded lightly as if in recognition, "Yes."

Wu You quickly turned his face away and pretended to look at the leader who was greeted by the people and the returning soldiers.

Some warriors carried some hunted animals, such as turkeys and wild boars, as well as some chopped meat, which they threw directly to the townspeople who greeted them, like a reward.

The townspeople cheered and competed to take the meat, their faces full of joy.

At the same time, there was singing from the other end, and many people's eyes were attracted, and the moment they looked at the past, they turned into great respect, and knelt down directly.

An Wu Jiu was a little strange, so he followed the song's reputation.

He saw the largest stone statue ever seen.

This god stone sculpture is a rare human figure, tall and strong, handsome in appearance, with the sun above its head, holding a weapon in its hand, and even the smallest details are carved to life.

The townspeople who raised him were dressed in thin clothes, their faces were painted red and yellow, and their mouths were shouting in unison, and every townsman who passed by knelt down in front of the stone statue, with their foreheads pressed against the icy cold. In the snow, he recited the words of prayer, so devout as if the gods had descended in front of him.

They could vaguely hear the words from the townspeople, such as "You are perfect, the only god."

This sentence alone made An Wujiu recall some not-so-good memories.

He suddenly remembered that when he was trapped in that small room, most of the 24 hours were long and lonely with pain. Occasionally, people in protective clothing would come in and approach him spotlessly.

They always started with a critical eye, especially when he was in his teenage development, they would measure the data over and over and disagree, some thought he was too tall, some thought he needed to grow taller , they would discuss in front of him whether to perform surgery, slash the skin, take his shinbone out, and insert a metal prosthesis to achieve their desired height.

What they were most dissatisfied with was the tattoo on the side of his neck that spread to his chest, yes, they thought it was a tattoo at first, so they tried to remove it with a laser and found that it didn't work at all, so they cut off the skin and put it on a smoother Flawless, but on the second day after the successful transplant, those peony patterns grew out again.

This living nightmare is so haunting these perfectionists that they change it over and over and re-transplant it again and again.

Unfortunately, they didn't succeed, and they had no choice but to give up.

A stubborn flower is like An Wu Jiu's stubborn vitality, no matter how many times it is crushed, it can be restored to its original beauty.

Later, they gradually became more and more satisfied, especially satisfied with his naturally flawless face, the development of his brain, the responsiveness, pain tolerance, and flexibility of his body.

his spirit.

An Wu Jiu then remembered why they have so many failed experimental subjects, obviously transplanting prosthetic limbs is nothing, and strengthening human physical strength is not uncommon, even if every bone is smashed and rebuilt, it will not be only ten million points. one of the odds of success.

Behind this huge failure data, it is only because of a part of the experimental system of this innovation plan-mental transformation.

They believe that past human beings, including themselves, were imperfect. Everyone has their own struggle between good and evil, and there are black flaws in the bright and beautiful human nature.

How can real innovation only stop in the flesh?

An extreme, utopian expectation makes them eager to become god-makers.

Repeated neural experiments, cutting and generating, training and confrontation, few living subjects can withstand artificial transformation, remove the so-called root cause of malice in the brain, and retain the broken body of truth, goodness and beauty.

Few people can afford to use endless electric shock experiments to punish and suppress all the remaining evils with nerve pains one after another.

[You are flawless. ]

The eyes they looked at him were a kind of believer's fanaticism and morbidity, and what was the difference between these city people who surrendered to their faith.

An Wujiu still had a fresh memory.

[You are a saint]

It is the most noble man-made god.

That's what makes him different from others.

It took him so long to find himself from the extreme split between good and evil, repairing the Daotian moat and becoming a normal person, but it turned out that what they wanted was extreme goodness and flawless experimental results.

Disgusting memories surfaced more and more. He thought his lost memories were clear springs, but when he really remembered them, he realized that they were just oily, dirty and turbid sewage, posing as clear springs and gurgling out. , while An Wujiao was powerless and could only accept it.

Shen Ti could hear it.

He has also witnessed.

He turned his face and saw An Wujiu's pupils were covered with snow, and heard him speak, his voice was blown away by the cold wind, "Shen Ti, I remembered."

"An Wujiu..."

After he finished reading his name softly, he gave a bleak smile, the smile was as short as ice and snow melting under the scorching sun.

"Good name."