Is the tide that surges from time to time in the burial ground of the broken gods actually related to the long night a thousand years ago?
Considering the many gods that had fallen during that period of history, it was not too surprising to Fu Qian.
The amazing thing now is that even though his rank is one level higher, he doesn't feel the tide that Su Gao described.
Is the perception so strong, or is there another special reason?
Originally, I chased him all the way down because I wanted to get a glimpse of the thousand-year mystery.
The reason why Su Gao was not prevented from taking her final adventure was that on the one hand, he respected her principles, and on the other hand, he also considered her special physique.
The echoes in the long night may have special benefits.
Of course, it will also be a perfect observation object to help understand the reality of the long night.
Yes, Su Gao’s volunteer role continues.
However, it is somewhat surprising that there is such a sharp contrast.
Fu Qian could actually feel some of the chaos Su Gao mentioned.
This night was far from as peaceful and quiet as it appeared on the surface. Even though the scenes in the children's dreams seemed exaggerated, the level of unfriendliness was obviously much higher here.
To give the simplest example, just sitting here for a moment, I have already discovered more than one "fragment" of the night sky.
Of course, it's not really broken into pieces, but the stars in different areas seem to follow completely different operating rules.
Everything is in chaos.
To use an analogy, it's like a tank of water filled with ice floes that you put in and stir. It seems to still be transparent, but in fact, pieces of broken ice have already cut the surface and rotated individually.
If there is an astrologer or the like, he may vomit blood and die if he cannot hold on for three seconds.
In comparison, the description of "tide" is a bit abstract - but it seems real.
At this moment, the cracks originating from Su Gao's palm were spreading at an alarming speed, and they were much more broken and messy than before.
The metaphor about the floating ice just now was perfectly reflected in her body in the blink of an eye.
The fine pieces of white porcelain on the body collide and rotate, gathering into vortexes, as if resisting the lapping of the tide.
Not only that, pain, dislocation, vulnerability... Fu Qian is not an abstract master, but at that moment he still interpreted many negative concepts in this rhythm.
Not only was she feeling more than herself, she was suffering more.
Even these agitated fragments are continuing to promote the complete collapse of the body, such as the eyes.
Su Gao's lowered gaze remained unchanged, but before paying, he could already see drops of blood falling into his palm.
"I seem to have seen more."
But I still didn't try to help before paying.
Classmate Su Gao has indeed brought new gains to herself, and at the same time, her gains seem to be more than that.
Under the sudden change in her body, her whole body actually entered a special kind of calmness, which could be heard from her already somewhat strange voice.
"Describe it."
I gave a casual gesture before paying the next moment, just like the previous request to the volunteers.
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"Everywhere, the storm surge fills everywhere, I can hear many harmonies...
"The starry sky, the soul, the abyss, all kinds of incredible places... nothing is immune, nothing will not be broken..."
But Su Gao was always so cooperative, even speaking in a low voice. At the same time, the other hand that was dripping with blood was raised and held together with the broken limbs.
"This is the real end, but all willpower is struggling... I think this is why the long night will still pass..."
Feeling these things obviously brought her considerable pain, and her voice was already trembling a little at the end.
the same as you.
While writing down every word, Fu Qian looked at the red and white hands and said something silently in his heart.
Not only was it broken, this body was also struggling stubbornly.
A small but tenacious will is trying its best to pull the chaotic pieces of porcelain, trying to give them a trace of order and maintain the concept of self despite the fragmentation.
But as the cracks completely spread, no intact part of the body could be found as an anchor point, making this persistence more and more difficult.
The blood not only stained the porcelain pieces red, but even flowed from the palms of my hands uncontrollably.
Su Gao still didn't move, but she didn't say anything anymore, which made people doubt whether she still had the ability to speak.
It even seemed to Fu Qian that although she was talking at the end just now, she might not be able to sense her surroundings due to the chaos.
"I wonder if this will be useful."
Finally responded before paying the next moment.
Taking another step forward, he held up the two intertwined hands and held a white ring at the same time.
White ring, a reward I got from a certain task related to the person in front of me.
Compared with the current Su Gao, the level is undoubtedly far behind, but the advantage is still intact.
If worn, maybe it can provide a small artificial anchor for self-maintenance?
Although a small problem is that the size of the white ring is based on your own hand.
I made some gestures before paying, and quickly put it on the white porcelain thumb.
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"Thank you...I feel better."
The effect seemed to be immediate. Su Gao, who still maintained his posture, actually softly thanked her.
And what she said seemed to be true.
As the low-ranking white ring is put on the hand, this body's insistence on order really seems to have an anchor point.
From the thumb outward, the broken porcelain pieces are being pulled and sorted little by little, making the ring like a sea-fixing needle - but it's still far from it.
Facing the thank you, I didn't say anything before paying.
This long night obviously has some special purpose for Su Gao. It would be too naive to expect that such a small prop can turn things around.
Under the constant erosion, this weak anchor point will at best leave the person involved with a thumb relic after it is completely shattered.
However, this process is not without its rewards. Even after being broken to this extent and trying to reassemble, the scene on the doll he took out when he returned from the burial ground last time to exorcise the curse still did not appear - countless small and different shapes.
The body, like mechanical parts, together form a complete doll.
The fragments on Su Gao's body are just fragments, and there is no sign of turning into that twisted thing.
These two similar creations appear to be fundamentally different.
This conclusion can be called a major gain from this trip.
Of course, this is not the final harvest. In addition to the white ring, we also have many props.
[San value minus 10]
Fu Qian directly activated the pseudo-god transformation and grasped the void at the same time. The next moment, there was an elegant and slender long sword in his hand.
Ah, three swords are missing one, it turns out you are always with me...
"Mr. Fu, can you still hear my voice?"
While Fu Qian was reciting the lines in his mind, Su Gao, who had not received a response for a long time, also asked in a voice that was almost inaudible.