From the end of the world

Chapter 589 Xuan Ming's Sniper 1
Xiaowan opened his eyes wide and looked around with curiosity.

Zhu Jiu and Zhu Shi, her prototypes, are humans living in the real world, but she can be said to be a spirit born in the afterlife. Even though she has a deep understanding of this material world that belongs to the living through the memories of Zhu Jiu and Zhu Shi, and even knows the "hypothesis of the formation of the moon in astronomy", which is a point of knowledge that even I am not particularly clear about, she is still in this time and space with sunrise and sunset for the first time.

The warm sunshine, the fresh air, the hustle and bustle of the city... these things that I took for granted were the first time she really experienced them.

Watching her curious and amazed reaction, I felt proud of myself for bringing her to this place.

At the same time, I was also checking her physical condition.

Because I am holding her hand now, showing a gesture of acknowledging her existence, even if she, as the incarnation of dreams, is directly exposed to the material world, she may have some adverse symptoms, as long as she is by my side, there will be no real problem. But it seems that even without my power, she can still exist independently. The natural privileges of the child of divinity are operating normally in her, which makes me feel relieved.

As for myself, I am essentially a flame, with my body and soul mimicked by flames. There is no difference between the afterlife and the real world. Even if I am in the spiritual realm one second and in the material realm the next, my existence will not waver. It's not because I am powerful, but because I should be like this.

The ability to transform oneself into an element at will can also be interpreted as a "manifestation" that can exist naturally in any field. This may be a state that can inhabit any dimension. When it is large, it can create clouds and mist, and when it is small, it can hide its shape; when it rises, it can soar in the universe, and when it hides, it can lurk in the waves.

A wonderful realization arose in my heart, and at the same time I confirmed once again that compared with the true "apparition", I was indeed incomplete.

Then, I looked around as well.

This is the living room on the 15th floor that I am very familiar with. Although this is the house that Changan rented in the past, of course Changan does not live here now. He had already given up the lease, and before I entered the afterlife, he lived in Luoshan headquarters. And the landlord of this rental house did not rent it to anyone else.

Unless you are a curious person like Chang'an and me, no one would want to live in a rental house that is rumored to be haunted and where a murder case actually happened. It is said that even the neighbors next door were scared and moved away. Thanks to this, I was able to sneak into this place many times to continue investigating and experimenting with ritual arrays. The carpet on the living room floor is now rolled up and put aside. This is what I did myself when I sneaked in.

The ritual array was originally destroyed by Zhu Shi himself, but I later re-carved it, and it was a perfect replica of the original. Of course, the human blood used in this ritual array was not obtained by me hunting unrelated people like Agent Kong. This blood came from my own body. As an aside, I actually have some doubts about whether the failure of my past experiments may be because my blood is not considered "human blood".

As for whether the landlord would find out about my mischief, the answer is no. It seems that even the landlord himself is not willing to go in and out of this room. The floor and furniture are covered with dust, and there are spider webs in the corners of the ceiling. The environment is really not very clean.

Fortunately, the sunlight coming in from the French windows was still enough to sweep away the gloomy and decadent atmosphere brought by the afterlife. Walking to the balcony, one could see the busy scenery in the distance. Judging from the sunlight, it was around noon at this moment.

The warm wind from outside blew towards me.

When I entered the afterlife, it was not yet the beginning of spring and the weather was cold, but now it seems to be approaching summer.

I took my phone out of the flames. Now the phone signal and network connection were all restored, and I could confirm the date I was in. I looked down and checked.

In late May of the 25th year...

It has been more than four months since I was last in the real world.

Then, my phone started to ring non-stop, with a large number of missed calls, text messages, and communication software notifications refreshing from the notification bar on the phone screen. There were calls from Ma Zao, Zhu Shi, Chang An, Mr. Zhu and Lu Chan, Yuchi and Dong Che, even from Xiao Qiao, some believers who found my number through unknown means, and other familiar or unfamiliar people. If I hadn't listed them all, I wouldn't have known that I had formed so many connections in this world without realizing it.

During my "disappearance", even though Ma Zao and his friends all had my "Firefly" and should have known that they couldn't contact me with "Firefly", let alone with their cell phones, they still bombarded my cell phone with messages. The content was similar, asking me where I was and asking me to write back when I came back. They must have suspected that I was dead, so I had to go back early to give them good news.

I sensed a circle of “fireflies” that I had left around the world in reality.

Very good, I can sense everything. Even though I was away for half a year, none of these "fireflies" went offline. Through these sensing media, I locked onto the locations of Ma Zao and Zhu Shi, and also found other familiar people, and at the same time I felt a little relieved. After being away for such a long time, the fate turbidity was very likely to be bad for Ma Zao, but now she seems to be safe and sound.

I’ll talk about the details later. I turned around and looked at Xiao Wan. She looked at me nervously and asked, “Is Zhu Jiu’s body showing any signs of death?”

"I don't know. I didn't leave a 'firefly' with Zhu Jiu." I said, "But we can go and take a look right now."

Leaving "fireflies" with familiar people is to protect them, but "fireflies" are also a double-edged sword. After all, it is equivalent to my clone, and the holder may have more or less "symptoms" of attracting weirdness. It's fine to leave it to other people, they will occasionally come into contact with Ma Zao, but leaving it to Zhu Jiu who is in a state of suspended animation, the negative effect ratio will be higher.

As I said that, I planned to take Xiaowan to the Zhu family’s villa in Xianshui City for a simple confirmation.

Oh, right? I have to close the entrance to the basement on the fifteenth floor first... or can I just leave it alone? This thought flashed through my mind, and I glanced at the entrance not far away, and immediately found something unusual.

The entrance and exit disappeared without a trace, and all that remained on the ground was the ritual circle drawn with my own blood.

Disappeared? Why? There should be only Xiaowan and I around, and at most No. 7 standing in the afterlife on the other side. There is obviously no one near, so why did the entrance disappear... Is it because Xiaowan cancelled the extra power that allowed No. 7 and I to enter the basement on the 15th floor? Or...

Almost at the same time when I was surprised to discover this phenomenon, the answer revealed itself.

A wave of magical power from an unexpected guest descended upon this space with a bang.

Huge, heavy, scorching, and majestic, it exudes a giant presence the moment it appears, reminiscent of the brilliant sun hanging in the blue sky.

From its intensity, it can be directly judged that this powerful and aggressive fluctuation of magic power comes from a great impermanence.

And he’s a very impermanent person that I know!

In my perception, a large orange-yellow flame burst out from the depths of space and burned rapidly towards the small bowl.

(End of this chapter)