Above Destiny

Chapter 506 Trust
The world behind the rabbit hole is like a paradise.

In the gap of another dream, the boundless plain was covered with lush green grass, a cool breeze blew from afar, and waves rose in the sea of ​​grass.

The members who escaped the disaster collapsed on the ground, looking around blankly, crying, laughing, or just standing there in a daze. In just one short night, there were too many shocks and too many changes.

Whether sad or happy, they were all so huge that everyone was so tired that they fell into numbness, unable to laugh or cry.

However, they were already accustomed to the displacement, and soon some people organized order again, seizing the time to rebuild the camp and at the same time, piece together the wounded.

Yu Shu was so busy that he quickly stitched up the torn bodies, injected spiritual essence into them, and spurred them to heal as quickly as possible. Soon, amid wailing and groaning, complete or incomplete people were pieced back together.

In a hurry, people have no time to distinguish and often embarrassing situations happen where someone else's hands and feet are sewn on their own body. They can only wait until Yu Shu finishes his work and then make the replacement.

What Lao Deng found is indeed a good place.

People who went to explore the surrounding area came back and found several springs with sweet water and colorful fish swimming around in them. I really don’t know from which dream these beautiful memories were left over.

Amidst the busy scene, all the supplies that had been loaded onto the truck were dismantled. Most of them were equipment and tools that had been made with great difficulty, and even food that could be used to boost morale.

However, there were not many materials such as cloth, wood and even steel, which were just a drop in the bucket and totally insufficient.

Everyone could only lie on the ground and rest for the time being.

After learning about the specific situation, Bao Dacai, who had always been lazy, sighed. He thought, he had already done the work, so he might as well finish it and send the Buddha to the west. It didn't matter what he did.

"Everyone move back and clear some space."

He took off the strange-looking hat on his head, held it in his hand, stretched it out, and straightened it, making it look like a barrel.

The hat was placed on the ground with the mouth facing upwards. Then he took out a small trumpet and blew it into the barrel of the hat. Amid the strange and out-of-tune sound of the trumpet, the barrel-shaped hat began to vibrate violently.

Immediately afterwards, as if vomiting, a large amount of messy stuff spurted out!

Tarpaulins, stones, iron sheets, broken wood, broken furniture, torn skirts...

Most of them were in pieces, with only a few intact. Upon closer inspection, there was also half of a treatment chair from Yu Shu's clinic in the camp.

Almost all of them were from the previous camp.

Well, there were also some scraps of meat, body parts, twisted pieces of armor and broken weapons that came from nowhere...but no one cared about them anymore.

Witnessing the miracle happening before their eyes, everyone couldn't help but cheer again.

Even Ji Jue next to him couldn't help but clap.

It is Nirvana after all.

Whether the inheritance of the Mohists of the past was lofty or not is not the point, but the genetic essence of being able to pick up a bucket and run away anytime and anywhere has been passed down for sure.

A spontaneous trip means you can travel on your own terms.

Moreover, this set of strange equipment and skills made Ji Jue suspect that this old Deng was not suffering from any acclimatization problem in this dream.

It's like a fish in water!
The heart hub, ether and mirror, the three supreme virtues that make up this pipe dream, your fucking alchemy has them all.

If it weren't for his trust in Mo Zhe's style and Nirvana's antisociality, Ji Jue would have suspected that he was an undercover sent by the other side...

"It's worthy of being called Qi Tan Alchemy. It's really eye-opening."

"It's a small skill, nothing worth mentioning."

There was still a kind and gentle smile on Lao Deng's face, just like the Lao Deng who could be seen enjoying the cool air in the streets and alleys. The bucket-like hat in his hand had returned to its original shape.

The brim of the hat seemed to be tired, and a wisp of green smoke came out as if it was gasping for breath.

He patted it and put it back on his head.

Ji Jue sighed silently.

Sure enough, it looks so strange no matter how you look at it...

"what happened?"

Bao Dacai grinned, "Is it ugly?"

"No, it's nothing."

Ji Jue shook his head slowly: "As for taste, I am not qualified to say anything about others, but, I feel..."

He paused and laughed at his own thought: "This hat looks like a snake that swallowed an elephant."

"..."

Bao Dacai was silent, his expression twitching slightly.

He seemed to be stunned and had an inexplicable expression.

Even the snake-like edge of the hat was slightly raised, as if it was looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Ji Jue was puzzled, thinking that maybe he had said something wrong, "Ah, sorry, it's just..."

"No, it's nothing."

Bao Dacai grinned, revealing a mouthful of old yellow teeth, and said to him, "The hat is very happy."

"what?"

Ji Jue was confused.

Bao Dacai raised his hand and pointed at the hat brim that was tilted up and down, and said with great joy: "Look, it's saying thank you."

Ji Jue didn't know what to say.

I don't understand anything at all, it's so weird, is this the magical alchemy?
It is really impossible to understand with common sense and logic.

It's too confusing.

"As the saying goes, things are like living things. Maybe you, Mr. Ji, are the kind of person that they like especially." Bao Dacai tapped the brim of his hat, and then shook a few strange doll ornaments inside his clothes: "They all chirped. It's rare to see them so interested in other people."

Ji Jue shrugged regretfully, "Unfortunately, I can't hear it at all."

"It doesn't matter. Things like fate and affinity don't depend on words."

Bao Dacai waved his hand and walked away with his hands behind his back: "Take a rest first, Mr. Ji. If you have anything later, just come and find me. When people get old, they tend to be sleepy and tired..."

He yawned, pulled out a turkey-like doll from his pocket, threw it out, and it immediately swelled up in the sunlight.

Soon, a strange-looking tree house rose from the ground, with strange-looking pillars underneath, like chicken feet.

If he had previously been somewhat concerned about his old, weak and helpless character, then after being exposed by Ji Jue, he simply didn't bother to act anymore.

Just touched it directly.

While everyone in the camp was busy rebuilding, Ji Jue sat nearby and watched quietly, and suddenly he felt like he had nowhere to go.

Out of boredom, he strolled around leisurely. After walking around twice, he realized that the familiar figure was missing from the crowd.

Wen Wen.

Only on the distant hillside could the girl's lonely back be seen.

Ji Jue was stunned for a long time before he realized that the version was updated too quickly and he hadn’t reacted yet... Don’t mention it, Sister Wen looks small now, but quite cute.

Not even as high as my shoulders.

Although I am still in a cyborg state now.

I could never imagine that one day I would see her like this.

"Sister Wen? Sister Wen!"

Ji Jue walked up to her with the things in his hand and called out to her. After calling her for a long time, he found that she didn't respond, so he could only pat her shoulder and said, "Little sister, come back to your senses."

"..."

After a long while, after the crisp collision sound, Wen Wen seemed to finally come back to her senses, as if waking up from a dream. Immediately, she turned back and glared: "What did you just yell?"

"Sister Wen."

Ji Jue blinked his big innocent eyes, looking confused, secretly suppressing his laughter.

No, this childish face, when it shows its old look again, looks like a child imitating an adult's temper, "so fierce..."

puff!
It was not until he was hit that Ji Jue realized that he seemed to have accidentally said what was in his heart.

It is really hard to tell whether it was intentional or accidental.

Seeing that Wen Wen was about to clench her fists again to establish her authority, he immediately raised his hands and begged for mercy: "Don't hit me yet, sister, don't hit me yet, look at what this is?"

As he spoke, he shook the glass bottle in his hand.

Rich foam ripples out from the freshly squeezed glass bottle, bringing with it a hint of chillness and a refreshing fragrance.

"beer?"

Wen Wen was so shocked that she forgot to hit Ji Jue's head: "Where did it come from?"

"I just picked up half a bag of dirty wheat. After washing it, I let it ferment. Anyway, alchemy... I have achieved some results. However, I have never studied winemaking. I just followed the fermentation process. Don't expect it to taste very good."

Ji Jue picked up the beer glass in his other hand and handed it over:
"At least there's plenty of ice."

Wen Wen was not polite. She raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. After wiping the foam from the corners of her mouth, she sighed for a long time and exhaled a little: "It's been a long time since I last saw you..."

God knows how many years I have been stuck in this place, but after drinking a glass of beer, I was so moved that I burst into tears.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Jue asked curiously.

"that is……"

Wen Wen was silent for a moment, hesitant to speak, and smiled bitterly: "Just think of it as me wanting to escape reality and be quiet for a while... In the past, when I was alone, I would get a headache thinking about everything, but now that the burden has been unloaded, I am so tired that I don't want to do anything..."

"normal."

Ji Jue picked up the home-brewed beer and took two sips: "After all, you are not good at this at all. It's really hard for you to persist for so long with such a poor stage."

"Hey, nothing nice can come out of a dog's mouth, right?!"

"Just telling the truth."

Ji Jue asked curiously, "Sister Wen, you don't think you are the kind of Tianyuan superman with outstanding leadership and who commands the support of everyone, right?"

"forget it……"

Wen Wen rolled her eyes first, then lay down and leaned against the grass: "A stubborn guy like me, when encountering something, can't help wanting to swing his fist, can't distinguish the situation, can't see right from wrong, and doesn't know good from bad... If you really do that, it will hurt others and yourself." "Let's not talk about which side is good or bad, but I think it's good." Ji Jue shrugged: "At least it's credible and reassuring."

"Tsk, now you're starting to say nice things."

Wen Wen narrowed her eyes and said something disdainful, but she couldn't help but curl her eyes.

There was a long silence for a long time. Several times, she wanted to say something but stopped herself. Ji Jue also waited silently, until she finally seemed to have made up her mind, sighed, propped herself up, and looked at Ji Jue seriously.

"I'm sorry, Ji Jue."

Wen Wen apologized solemnly, "I'm very sorry for dragging you into this mess."

It’s just that that childish face, coupled with such a serious look, always makes people laugh.

It’s bad. After becoming a little sister, she lost all her dignity and was left with only cuteness.

Ji Jue smiled and said nothing.

don't care.

Even if he didn't have the nerve to touch her and it had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't care if he was implicated because of Wen Wen.

Rather, he would be happy if he could be of help.

Seeing Ji Jue's indifferent look, Wen Wen felt more guilty: "Actually, I originally planned to..."

"--You plan to write a letter of resignation after you wake up, throw it on the desk in Beishan District, then go beat up the guy who repaired the motorcycle, get your money back, fill up the gas, and drive directly from the sea?"

Ji Jue interrupted her and said bluntly.

"..."

Wen Wen froze, her expression twitched, and her originally serious look gradually became unsustainable.

He avoided looking away, unable to hide his guilty conscience.

Just as Ji Jue expected, guessed and premonitioned, just as he saw in his dream...

It was completely seen through!
But Ji Jue was completely unconsiderate at this moment, and instead pressed on step by step.

"What's wrong, Sister Wen, why don't you speak?"

He curiously leaned forward and looked at Wen Wen's expression: "Is it because you don't like it?"

Wen Wen suddenly glared, got angry, and punched.

Ha, I expected that!

Ji Jue grinned and had already assumed a blocking posture in advance.

Didn't expect this? I expected this punch... Puff!

With a bang, the Iron Hand was actually smashed to pieces by a single punch.

Ninety degree bend.

He began to sweat.

No, sister, how come you are so strong?

Something is wrong. In this dream, everyone has no blessings and matrices...

However, seeing that expression, Ji Jue suddenly felt that sometimes dreaming was a good thing.

Ji Jue couldn't hold back his smile any longer: "Sister Wen, you look so helpless and furious, but you're actually quite cute."

"..."

Wen Wen looked at him quietly without saying anything. Perhaps she knew in her heart that she really couldn't do anything with this dog. But after a long while, she suddenly asked curiously, "Ji Jue, are you planning to stay here for the rest of your life and not go out?"

"..."

How can this person always mess around with other people's real bodies offline! He can't even take a joke!
The situation was stronger than the person. In order to avoid being beaten up by someone who broke in while he was eating hotpot and singing in the workshop, Ji Jue could only beg for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

"Humph, brat..."

Wen Wen snorted and raised her head proudly. She seemed to realize her current state, coughed twice, and pretended to be very serious.

Then, Ji Jue's voice was heard.

"Tong Hua was crying very sadly."

Ji Jue suddenly said: "Xiao An couldn't react either, it was as if the family had abandoned each other and left. Lao Zhang kept sighing, really like an old man who had something wrong at home..."

Wen Wen's smile froze.

silence.

"Although none of this has happened, I have seen it in my dreams, Sister Wen."

Ji Jue turned around and looked at her: "If it wasn't a dream, I would have probably already called a group of people, blown up that damn island with cannons, and then put some hat on you and captured you back. Even if you would be angry, I would definitely do it.

It would be very embarrassing if you apologized to everyone one by one, right? "

Wen Wen shook her head: "I just..."

"I know you just don't want to trouble others."

Ji Jue interrupted her again and said bluntly: "When something happened, you didn't say anything and took it all on your own... Others will feel that you are responsible and have backbone, but that is ultimately for 'others', right?"

He paused, no longer trying to hide his annoyance, “But for those who can truly empathize with you, being so withdrawn is a bit too distrustful, isn’t it?
Even though the Beishan group doesn't have many people, no one wants to be excluded by you, Sister Wen."

When encountering problems, no matter how big they are, Xiao An will have a way, Lao Zhang will have a way, Han Han will have a way, and I will have many ways too.

Even if I can't solve it, I can't handle it myself, at worst I can lower my face and ask the teacher for help, or even... go and bow my head and ask for help from that old man in Tianlu?
Ji Jue was unhappy about this, but he could do nothing about it.

Wen Wen didn't say anything.

She looked at him as if she was stunned.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed.

Happy and grateful.

It is like a crystal that has been wiped clean of dust, and it shines breathtakingly bright under the sunlight.

"Thank you, Ji Jue." She said sincerely.

Ji Jue was puzzled and looked at her in confusion, but she didn't seem to intend to explain. She just picked up the wine glass, raised her head, and drank the long-lost sweetness.

"Then I'll trouble you with the rest."

She stood up from the ground, patted Ji Jue's shoulder for the last time, and just like that, she left humming a song.

His steps were light, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Only Ji Jue was left standing there, scratching his head in bewilderment: Could it be that he had awakened some talent for talking that hadn't been seen for thousands of years, and the effect of his talk therapy was so amazing that he could cure Sister Wen with just a few words?

Isn't that right? What kind of dream is this...

Yujin, stop fantasizing and don’t even think about whether Xinshu ever looked at you back then?
I have no idea what happened!
Confused, but helpless.

He looked down at the beer in the glass, raised his head and drank it all. He chewed some ice cubes and walked towards the camp whose outline was gradually emerging below.

I don't understand what's going on, but let's get to work.

Just do it and you're done!

The time came that evening.

Maybe at night.

When the sky changed and dusk appeared, all members gathered once again in the square in the center of the camp, densely packed and dark.

In the dead silence, no one spoke.

In the silent chaos, everyone was looking around, trying to occupy a high place to get a clearer view of the whole picture, to see clearly... the broken behemoth blocked by layers of metal bandages.

Like a crushed wheel.

Less than one-third of its original size.

The so-called...'Angel'!
The once high and mighty, incredible messenger of God was now shackled on the execution platform, dying. Even struggling and making a sound became a luxury.

So embarrassing, so ridiculous.

It's hard to take your eyes away.

But in the end, everyone's eyes could not help but look further ahead, to the figure sitting lazily on the remains of the angel.

Even the black revolver in his hand.

In the past, the toys that everyone disdained now seemed to have magical powers, making people's eyes feel hot and scorching.

Bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

"Everyone, as I promised before, the turning point has arrived."

Ji Jue raised his head and stared at those faces, without a smile or seriousness, but told them in a matter-of-fact tone: "Even the high and mighty, invincible angels will eventually meet their death at the hands of mortals.

Next, all of you will witness it with your own eyes.

However, before that, there is another problem that must be solved..."

He paused before causing a commotion among the crowd, and raised something in his other hand, a silver bullet that reflected the crystal light of the bonfire and the setting sun.

"There is only one bullet and only one angel."

With a crisp sound, the bullet was loaded into the cylinder, closed, and loaded.

Then, Ji Jue held the pistol upside down, stared at the crowd in front of him with a confused or shocked expression, and suddenly laughed.

Just like the devil handing over the contract and the quill, I look forward to it.

"Who's coming?"

(End of this chapter)