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Chapter 743: Fireworks

Wang Jin had a dream.

It's very long and extremely true.

The experiences of Huajiang Village and Chenjiaweizi flashed quickly, and familiar yet unfamiliar faces appeared in front of them.

Unwilling to die, the gangster sacrificed his daughter to the cultists in exchange for a life as short as a mayfly.

The leader who betrayed the people, pursued his dream of becoming a dragon, and buried the rest of his life in the dark underground river.

The innocent students who were reformed painted the walls with the blood of their loved ones to guide the direction of revenge.

The greedy but pathetic villagers ate the beautiful creatures that came to save them.

The father, who was full of righteousness, fought for his children at the last moment and came to his own end.

A man who could not betray his family pinned his twisted emotions on the afterlife, and did not stop fighting even if his head was cut off and his blood was drained.

The evil god who usurped rare objects was eventually trapped in the body of his believer.

A blood relative of a traitor, he tried his best to save his brother, but he watched helplessly as the dawn of freedom disappeared in front of him.

The Dragon Queen, who had been lamenting for hundreds of years, chose to accept the fate of abandoning her clan and smiled at the last moment.

One after another, these people appeared in person and disappeared into the shadows.

In a daze, Wang Jin saw the giant dragon in his dream again, staring at him without saying a word.

Maybe it's Chang Tianliu, maybe it's the Dragon Queen.

Never mind him.

Ambition, persistence, betrayal, humanity, remorse, forgiveness.

Everything turned into ashes amid the sky-shattering ghost cries.

Wang Jin is not going to judge anything.

They are people of flesh and blood, not just two-sided paper.

Right and wrong have long been meaningless, and the world is a chaotic gray.

as a participant.

For the first time, Wang Jin felt so clearly that he was alive.

"Good evening."

A very recognizable soft male voice sounded in my ears.

Wang Jin slowly opened his eyes.

At some point, he had returned to the row house and was lying on the lounge chair at the door.

Wang Jin turned his head and looked at the long-eared man in a black suit.

"Yo, profiteer."

"This is not a sales pitch."

Xingkong smiled helplessly, with an expression like a gentle elder.

This expression always weakens the masculine characteristics of his body, but it is not offensive.

"The goblin doesn't show up for money, do you think I believe it?"

Wang Jin waved his hand and joked with a smile.

These pointy-eared guys seem to be living in another parallel world.

They are always neutral record-keepers and never take the initiative.

Unless it's profitable.

"I'm here to congratulate you."

Xingkong stretched out his hand and held Wang Jin's long white hair so that he could see those amber eyes.

"Your connection with reality deepens."

"Um."

Wang Jin nodded but did not respond.

He knew this guy could read minds, so he simply stopped opening his mouth to speak.

"I thought you would be happier."

Xingkong smiled helplessly.

This feeling is more like buying a toy for a child, only to find that the child doesn't like it at all.

A subtle sense of frustration arose in my heart.

"I haven't understood it before and I don't know what it means."

The young man shook his head and answered honestly.

He doesn't rely much on electronic devices, and the Guitanpai software has always been stuffed in the "Utility Tools" column and gathering dust.

Wang Jin only knows that one of the functions of the Guaitan cards is to "enhance connections."

The stronger the connection with reality, the less likely people will be contaminated.

Because of this, the big guys are willing to be drawn into those colorful little cards.

As for the specific principle and whether the effect is considerable, he has no idea.

"That's it."

Xingkong smiled and clapped his hands, as if "Uncle will teach you how to play".

When he didn't use that official tone, he would always subconsciously show his true character in front of Wang Jin.

Like a young and beautiful aunt.

Of course, Wang Jin would not let Xingkong know about such strange thoughts.

He looked up at the pointed-eared man in front of him, waiting for his next words.

"Human beings will go crazy when they are polluted."

Xingkong stretched out his hand to comb Wang Jin's messy hair and spoke.

"Over the years, Han Dong and the others have researched related topics."

"But we are the only ones who really know the reason."

The man's voice was very soft, as if he was worried that others would hear him.

"Elves are born out of things."

"You should be able to guess from my name what the story is about."

"Art?"

Wang Jin asked in his heart.

Starry sky is a very famous painting.

"Um."

The man nodded slowly.

"The work of art is the original ghost story card."

"That's it... I'm a complete layman in this area."

Wang Jin sighed.

If beheading and explosions can be called art, he is quite talented.

Unfortunately, this kind of art is still too advanced for humans.

"From a certain perspective, you are very similar to an artist."

Xingkong gently tapped Wang Jin on the head.

"You all have high levels of inspiration and are more likely to be exposed to the world of ghost stories than ordinary people."

"Although such a world is cruel, it is also incredibly beautiful."

"Imagine if you were a painter or a sculptor."

"After seeing this kind of world, your works will be full of creativity."

"But soon, the original precipitation disappeared, and you need to find new stimulation."

"What happens next?"

"It will be contaminated."

Wang Jin answered without hesitation.

"Um."

Xingkong nodded and sped up his speech slightly.

"Many artists have been tortured by pollution, so some of them suffered from mental disorders and some suffered from diseases."

"These people tried to use their works to strengthen their connection with reality, but they happened to cause things to converge."

"So we were born."

The man showed a gentle smile again.

"The drawing of Kaitan cards is to repeat this process."

"Invoke events and gather them into cards, thus strengthening the connection with reality."

"After humans are polluted, their connection with the world will gradually decrease."

"The loneliness that comes with it, and the call to something else, is exactly where the madness comes from."

"The card is [Anchor Point]."

"With an anchor, the ship won't drift easily, right?"

Xingkong stretched out his hand to smooth Wang Jin's slightly frowned brow and looked at him.

"But you didn't draw a ghost story card for me just now."

The latter narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Some things don't need to be drawn as cards to have an effect."

Xingkong slowly stood up and walked to the side.

"The abandoned race, the hatred hidden in the undercurrent, destruction and rebirth."

"This is great art."

The man looked at Wang Jin with a smile, and his figure slowly disappeared.

"The world will remember you, and so will the Art Association."

The starry sky disappeared.

Wang Jin subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then smiled.

It's sunny.

Chenjiaweizi welcomed the long-lost sunset.

The sunset is beautiful, exuding a warm light.

The sky was dyed orange-red, and smoke rose from the dilapidated villages.

Children's laughter rang out, mixed with the chaotic voices of the villagers.

Birds flew by in the distance, kissing the sky with their wings.

Everything is so quiet and indifferent.

No one will care that a village that is about to disappear is revitalized because of Wang Jin.

But the world knows.

"fine…"

The young man looked at everything in front of him and muttered to himself.

"We are back catching fish!"

The fox-eared girl jumped to the door, holding two lively carps in her hands.

Xiaohua also reached out and shook her small fishing rod, showing a shy smile.

"Drink fish soup tonight, and the idiot will come and help me."

The girl rushed into the yard happily and threw the live fish directly into the pot.

"well..."

Wang Jin sighed and propped up his scarred body.

A helpless smile appeared on his face.

The fireworks in the world are the most soothing to mortal hearts.


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