I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 153 The Identity of the Woodcarver
Seeing this wooden mask, Heda's expression changed slightly.

As if she saw something interesting and familiar, her expression changed from surprise to curiosity, and finally to a sudden realization.

"So it is," she said, laughing, "so he has seen it from the beginning!"

"It's really interesting, is this a prophet?! This is time, the so-called predicting the future!"

Her voice is willful and cheerful, as if seeing this mask has perfectly verified the thoughts in her heart, making her already high emotions even more excited!
With overflowing high spirits, Heda laughed wildly and said, "Put it on, put it on! Let me see, what else does that person know!!"

As she said that, she tapped her feet lightly on the ground, and flew across the open space of the ancestral hall next to her.

The carving knife in his hand drew a beautiful silver arc in the air, and with Heeda's up and down movements, the sharp trajectory was like flowing clouds and flowing water.At the moment it passed by the tablet next to it, a piece of solid wood plaque was pulled down!
There was a sound of "crackling", and as the plaque fell like dominoes, Bian Tian galloped towards Ding Yan stepping on the wind and dust all over the sky!

Feeling the threat that was close at hand, Ding Yan was silent for a moment, and then put the wooden mask on his face.

The wooden mask fit tightly on his face. Although the sapphire-like pupils covered Ding Yan's sight, when he looked through the hollows in his eye sockets, Ding Yan found that his vision turned blue, Others don't have much impact.

But right now, his whole world has turned into a beautiful blue.Not only myself, but also the "girl" laughing wildly in the distance.

Looking at Bian Tian, ​​Ding Yan felt that his heart was unexpectedly stable.

The violent anger and anxiety before, after wearing this mask, seemed to be washed away by the spring rain, and the dry heart that was exploding with flames was smoothed out little by little.Only a peaceful mist is left in his heart, symbolizing his calm and peaceful state of mind at the moment.

This is a rather rare experience.

At least Ding Yan had never felt so peaceful before.

At this moment, a voice suddenly popped up beside him: "Do you feel better?"

Hearing this voice, Ding Yan subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Then he saw a scorched black mist hovering around him.

This cloud of black mist was like a rough black flame, burning "beep" when it surrounded him, shaking slightly with his movements.

Looking at the black flame, Ding Yan frowned subconsciously: "Are you... the face of the crime?"

That's right.

Ding Yan feels very familiar with this black flame right now.

The reason for the familiarity is that I have used this thing to train my emotions countless times before, and I have successfully mobilized more Honglian's emotions.

But before that, he had never seen the face of sin appear in front of him in such a form.

You must know that when Ding Yan trains on weekdays, he often uses people he knows well, such as the Prophet, Ji Qianqin, Song Qingci, Lin Bi, etc., or his relatives, and later put these guys on his own kill them in front of you, and use this to arouse your emotions.

Like now, it was the first time that they met in the form of an abstract and uncertain flame, and even communicated so naturally.

Therefore, he couldn't help asking.

Facing his question, the black flame jumped slightly, as if the light in his eyes was flickering: "You can think so."

"In the final analysis, I'm just a mask," Black Flame said, "I chose to meet you with this appearance only because it can avoid your cognitive bias."

As he said that, Black Flame quickly changed the subject again: "However, these things are fine now, the issue you have to care about now is not what I look like."

"See that mad woman in the distance?" it said. "That's why I'm here."

Hearing this, Ding Yan was slightly taken aback.

Why do you feel that Heda's movements are so much slower?
He looked at Heda who was clearly slowing down in the distance, and said in surprise, "Could it be that you stopped time..."

However, soon, the sinful face interrupted his narration: "Time is not a domain that I can reach, that is the authority that only one person can touch. I am just speeding up your spirit now, to some extent You could think of it as a kind of hallucination, too."

As he said that, a flame split out beside the black flame.

This ball of flame leaned towards Ding Yan, like a small hand, resting on Ding Yan's shoulder.

The flames flickered, and the voice of the guilty face was distorted: "We don't have enough time, so we must make a decision early."

"Although your current strength is not incapable of dealing with her, you must use the hidden power in your body. But if you just burst out your flames like this, many terrifying people will come to you later. At that time, you will not only cause trouble for yourself, but also for those around you."

"So, in my personal opinion, you'd better not get angry rashly, let alone let your emotions be dominated by the power in your body."

Ding Yan fell into silence listening to the words of the guilty face.

This is also the reason why he is entangled until now.

According to Qi Guang, he is currently being searched by some people.

Originally, he thought that this person was Heda, but now judging from Heda's tone, the person who wanted to take him away was not her, but someone else.

However, it was obvious that Heda felt that that person was sure of him, so he tried to use the aggressive method to make himself actively stimulate the power of Honglian.

This undoubtedly means that if he arouses the power of Red Lotus casually, then he will become very dangerous.

' And I'm second to none, there are other people here. '

Looking at Bian Tian in the distance, Ding Yan hesitated in his heart: "Like Li Jingwen and Robert, if they fall into a bad situation because of me, it is obviously not in line with my own concept. '

It is definitely torture for Ding Yan to let other people fall into a certain dangerous situation because of him.

Such is his character.

So he was still hesitating and struggling, whether to draw Bian Tian away.

Seeing Ding Yan's appearance, the black flame next to him knew that it was about time.

Its fire burned from itself to Ding Yan, and it was as warm as autumn sunlight falling on the ground through the leaves: "I know you are hesitating, but in fact, there is not only one path to choose."

"If you don't mind, let go of your consciousness and let me enter it."

Looking at Ding Yan with a sinful face, he said, "I'm sure I can deal with that woman, not to mention repelling her, but at least I can hold on for a while, until the prophet arrives."

"This is also the prophet's choice, otherwise, he would not have given you this mask."

Ding Yan's eyes lit up slightly after hearing the words of the guilty face.

Yes, I am not simply fighting alone.

You must know that there are other people standing behind you!
Thinking of this, he glanced at the guilty face, thought for a while and said worriedly: "Are you sure?"

"If you match up with this crazy woman, won't you have any problems yourself?"

Even though this guy is just a prop right now, he was even brought over by Bering as a training partner for himself.But after spending a lot of time getting along not long ago, Ding Yan felt that this guy might not be particularly bad at the moment.

If nothing else, at least it really keeps its word.

A trustworthy person, generally speaking, will not be too bad.

Ding Yan thought so.

Feeling Ding Yan's worried eyes, for some reason, Guimian remained silent for a moment.

After a while, it continued: "Don't worry."

"I know that guy... very well."

The voice fell.

Time starts turning again.

The carving knife suddenly pierced Ding Yan's side, and pierced towards Ding Yan's arm amidst the fierce wind!
This was a blow that Ding Yan could never dodge.

Before that, Hetian carefully observed Ding Yan, and she realized that although Ding Yan's speed was very fast, he never exceeded the human limit.

And his own speed has surpassed the threshold of human beings!
So if he goes all out, then no matter what, Ding Yan has no basis to avoid it!
Thinking of this, Heda had a slight smile on his face: "Relax..."

"I'll put your body to good use..."

She wants to make Ding Yan's body into a second woodcarving not inferior to her own perfect artwork!

With this thought in mind, Heda placed his hand on Ding Yan's arm with a gentle and gentle gesture, as if he was caressing his lover's arm, his eyes were blurred.

However, soon, the movements of her hands paused slightly.

In the next second, the original Ding Yan in her hand instantly turned into a mass of air, dissipating in the surrounding environment without leaving a trace.

Feeling the lost feeling in his hands, Heda subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Illusion?"

She turned her head and glanced at the ancestral hall in the distance.

At this moment, at the end of the ancestral hall, "Ding Yan"'s hand was pressing on the wide and heavy curtain beside it.

The red curtains were already stained with dirt and looked like they had been there for a long time. It felt rough and dry to the touch.

Feeling the touch like frost on his hand, "Ding Yan" suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath towards the sky.

Then he lowered his head slightly and slowly exhaled the breath.

"The long-lost fresh air," he said, "it is a blessing to feel the flow of wind and the haze of dust with a human body."

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers lightly, and clasped his five fingers tightly on the big dark red curtain.

Immediately afterwards, "Ding Yan" slowly tore a dark red curtain with force.

Rubbing the red cloth in his hands, "Ding Yan" glanced at Bian Tian from a distance.

"Long time no see," he said, "No, it should be said that I have never seen it since I was born."

Hearing this, Heda was slightly taken aback.

After a while, she suddenly realized.

"It turned out to be you," she said with a happy smile on her face, "The handicrafts I made when I was young, I thought it would be a perfect beginning, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of failure!"

Listening to Bian Tian's crazy voice, "Ding Yan" didn't say anything, but continued to talk to himself: "I was a little curious at first."

"According to my opinion, only three people in this world know about Ding Yan's sexuality. One of them is the prophet, the other is me, and the third is Ding Yan himself."

"But later when I was in the box, I found that no matter from which angle, you are too much in line with Ding Yan's own preferences. It's almost like knowing Ding Yan's aesthetics in advance, and then reflecting them into reality. "

"And before that, it was absolutely impossible for Ding Yan to reveal his sexuality at will. The prophet is not so free, and there is no need to publicize it in a big way. As for myself, I have always been a mask, unable to move..."

After speaking, "Ding Yan" looked at Bian Tian and said softly, "So, the answer is obvious."

"Besides me, there is another person who saw this scene in Ding Yan's consciousness."

The eyes under the sapphire raised slightly, and the voice of "Ding Yan" gradually rose: "It's you, right, the lunatic who created me, the monster who only thinks about 'perfection'..."

"'Woodcarver', Zou Ye!"

With the voice of "Ding Yan" echoing in his ears, Bian Tian, ​​or rather, Zou Ye's mouth had a wide opening.

"Ah, yes, it's me," he admitted bluntly, "I'm the one who sees everything, and it's me who's looking for that 'perfect'."

"When the new Zou Ye was born from your mask, I sensed his senses."

Zou Ye put down the carving knife in his hand, took a few steps forward, bent down to lift up Anya's carving on the ground, and then gently brushed off the dust on the wood carving with gentle and gentle movements.

While dusting, she also said: "I know everything about that Zou Ye, because we are one. So I saw the favorite thing in Ding Yan's heart. But it's a pity, I thought that with this I can accomplish my purpose by approaching him in a demeanor. But I didn't expect that he would be so recalcitrant..."

That's because he likes Two-dimensional.

The words "Ding Yan" were not uttered, but buried in the bottom of my heart.

In fact, he was just planning to delay the time now, so there was no need to say so much.

As a prop made by Zou Ye, he knew Zou Ye's character very well.

He's a madman, a perfectionist, the kind of guy who won't stop talking about his plans and what he's proud of.

Sure enough, Zou Ye still happily said over there: "But it doesn't matter, my goal is just to get close to him anyway. No matter what, I'm getting closer to my goal step by step..."

With that said, he let go of his hands.

At this moment, Anya, who had been stripped of her face and looked like a delicate wood carving, miraculously stood up after passing Zou Ye's hand.

Looking at Anya in front of him, Zou Ye said happily, "As a benefit of sharing your vision with you, I also know a little bit about this kid's character."

"I'm curious, if you let his companions and the people he wants to protect attack him, and tell him that if he wants to save her, he must kill her, what choice will she have?"

"It must be artistic and enjoyable."

The voice fell.

Anya stood up and touched her face.

"What happened..." she said in a daze.

However, in the next second, her face froze.

Her hands began to bend unconsciously, as if some clockwork was wrapped around her back, manipulating her body little by little, turning her into a puppet on a string.

"Uh... ah..."

Anya looked at her hand: "My hand... hurts..."

Although she was talking about pain, her face was peeled off, so she couldn't feel any pain.

Only her voice, that feeble, extremely weak voice, was coming out of her mouth.

Damn it.

"Ding Yan" thought in his heart.

He could clearly feel that the flame in Ding Yan's heart in his heart was shaking little by little.

That old thing, so his "wood carver" is to make living people into wood carvings?
What a shameful ability.

To find a way, not to destroy Ding Yan's belief, but also to solve the girl's matter.

Thinking of this, "Ding Yan" glanced at the red curtain in his hand.

(End of this chapter)