The emergence of new tasks caught Feng Qi off guard.

He didn't think of a good way to survive the sudden crisis.

This made Feng Qi realize that this mission to escort the blood stone was most likely the end of this sacrifice line.

Before the mission started, Feng Qi began to think about a problem.

If he must die, how should he bring the information obtained through this sacrifice line back to the Scarlet Research Institute.

The information obtained from this sacrifice line is very important.

There was the history of the rise of the Psychic Tribe, as well as some information related to Mo. The most important thing was that he was now basically certain that the real black hand behind the Science and Technology Research Institute was the Psychic Tribe of the Black Mysterious Faction.

If this important information cannot be brought back to the Scarlet Institute, the efforts leading up to this sacrifice line will be completely in vain.

In addition, the field-related knowledge that I have studied hard for many years will not be able to be brought to another person, etc.

But as the enemy's strength increases, it becomes very difficult for Guk and his brain recovery team members to recover the brain.

The forces in all fields that appeared in the operation to escort the bloodstone are extremely powerful.

In addition, the situation was extremely chaotic at that time, and it was almost impossible for the team led by Gu Ke to take away his brain in such an environment.

If Lao Mi was alive when he died, Lao Mi would not have let Gu Ke and others take away his brain.

It would be a big joke if Gu Ke and other members of the brain recovery team were killed by old fans.

Now the only one who has the strength to resist the giant hand coming and taking away his brain is Mu Qing who is still in Star City.

But now he can't get in touch with Mu Qing at all.

With the Lord of the Mist by his side, he has not contacted the Tiger Soul Research Institute and the Scarlet Research Institute since the separation from Mu Qing in the North, all for the sake of safety. Now there is Hei Xuan secretly monitoring him, let alone him.

It is necessary to contact Star City.

Feng Qi was troubled as to how to survive this near-mortal crisis.

Feeling depressed, he chose to leave the special space at this time.

It's late at night, and the hustle and bustle of the city has gradually faded into silence.

Walking along the street, there were few pedestrians on the road. Along the way, Feng Qi was still thinking about how to survive this crisis.

Unknowingly, he came to an artificial lake in the North District of Old City.

Looking up, the lake reflects the moonlight and lights. The breeze blows, and the water ripples spread like blooming flowers.

The night wind ruffled his hair, and Feng Qi's eyes were blank.

Thinking that he might die again, he didn't feel too sad in his heart.

In his eyes, death is no longer terrible. What is terrible is that death is worthless.

He has changed history, but he will also suffer the backlash caused by the change in time. He has no external force to rely on for this bloodstone escort mission.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside him.

Turning around to look, he was surprised to find that it was Hei Xuan who arrived.

As he expected, Hei Xuan had been secretly monitoring them.

"I didn't leave Old City without authorization." He said immediately.

Hei Xuan smiled and shook his head, then asked curiously:

"Are you worried?"

"I have nothing to worry about, I just wanted to relieve my depression. After all, until now I don't even know which ethnic group I come from."

After hearing these words, Hei Xuan was silent for a while and suddenly asked:

"Since you have forgotten the ethnic group you belong to, and you have lived in human society for twenty years, have you ever had a sense of belonging to the human race?"

"As for you, you have spent as much time lurking in the human world as I have. You have a sense of belonging to the human race."

"Me? I'm different from you. You integrate into human social life, but I don't have direct contact with humans, so I don't have any sense of belonging to humans."

Feng Qi didn't know what Hei Xuan was thinking when he asked this question.

After thinking briefly, he nodded and said:

"I have, after all, I have lost my memory. I don't even know who I am, but it was only a short time. As your ancestor Lingzhan said, tribesmen are the destination, and foreigners are foreigners after all. I will never be able to truly

Get into it.”

Hei Xuan nodded at this moment:

"You are right. Friendship between tribes is always based on strength and interests. Equivalent strength brings equal exchanges, and only then can there be exchange of interests. Unequal strength will only lead to plunder and

Unequal treatment.”

"The relationship between you and the Misty Patriarch seems to be good, but it does not mean that your descendants will be able to live in harmony in the future."

"Why do you say that?"

"Unless you can live forever and always be able to control the situation, when your descendants are much stronger than the Mist Clan, your descendants will think about a question. Since they have strength, why should they equally share resources with the Mist Clan?

"

Feng Qi nodded thoughtfully, then his expression became hesitant.

"Ask if you have anything." Hei Xuan said with a smile.

After hearing these words, Feng Qi took a look at Hei Xuanhou and said cautiously:

"Boss Hei, I really don't understand why you don't want to return to the clan."

Facing the inquiry, Hei Xuan was silent for a moment and then said:

"I know that you all think that I am a sinner of the tribe. Everything I do is for my own benefit, but I never consider the future of the tribe. I just want to gain the highest power of the psychic tribe."

"Is not it?"

"You don't understand. Since the death of the ancestor of Spirit War, the Psychic Race has long ceased to be the original Psychic Race... Time will change many things. Maybe our clan has great potential, but there are too many rotten ideas within the clan.

.”

Seemingly seeing Feng Qi's doubts, Hei Xuan smiled at this moment and said:

"You have studied human history, but do you know why the dynasties before the human disaster would continue to change, and no dynasty can stand forever?"

After looking at Feng Qi, Hei Xuan continued:

"At the beginning of the establishment of these dynasties, nothing was done without care, and no one was without working hard. Perhaps it was difficult and difficult at that time, and only everyone could unite as one, but after the environment changes, some things cannot be reversed, especially the solidification of internal classes. Only thorough innovation can activate this

A waste of water."

"You want to say that you are a revolutionary of the psychic race?"

"This is the position I have given myself, but no matter whether I succeed or fail, I will eventually be the object of contempt for the psychic tribe of this era."

"Even if I succeed in the end, I will not modify this period of history that is destined to be recorded in the annals of the psychic race. I will leave my merits and demerits to future generations for comment."

"You mean, in the future there will be clan members who will recognize your efforts?" Feng Qi asked in surprise.

“Looking at the history of mankind, there are many great men who are sinners in the present generation, but whose merits have been neglected for thousands of years.”

"I seem to understand why you want to do this, but is it worth it?"

"The general trend is coming like a knife in the throat. The growth potential of our clan is huge, but it is far from enough. If we want to survive the final judgment, the development of the psionic clan can only be improved."

"Can you guarantee that after you die, the Psychic Race will develop in the direction you want? Even if you correct the current Psychic Race, how can you ensure that the future Psychic Race will not reappear as history progresses?

New question?"

"I believe that when the time comes, there will be future generations like me who will stand up and activate the dead psychic race again."

"You speak of yourself so noblely." Feng Qi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You don't need to understand. If I can succeed, I don't believe that my achievements in this life can't wash away my sins. My merits and demerits will be left to future generations to judge." Hei Xuan smiled calmly, but his tone was full of strong confidence.

Looking at Hei Xuan, Feng Qi suddenly realized that he still knew too little about him.

This guy has always been a villain in his eyes, and he is even more a traitor to the psionic clan.

However, Hei Xuan positions himself as a revolutionary of the Psychic Tribe, with greater pursuits and ambitions in his heart, and is not just sabotaging the development of the Psychic Tribe for his own selfish desires.

"Okay, I'll leave first, and you can continue to feel melancholy."

As he spoke, Hei Xuan's figure disappeared from the spot, leaving Feng Qi no chance to continue questioning.

After Hei Xuan left, Feng Qi leaned on the railing by the lake and looked at the lake in the distance.

The night was hazy, and the dragon boat swaying in the direction of the center of the lake was rippling with the waves. The thousands of thoughts in my heart finally turned into a sigh.

Under the approaching crisis, he felt that the world was completely sick.

Killing has become a truth, and the law of the jungle turns out to be the most authentic law of survival.

Thousands of ethnic groups seem to be in a voodoo furnace, competing and fighting with each other in order to become the strongest voodoo clan, and then wait for the moment the voodoo furnace is opened to deal with unknown existences.

It seems ridiculous to think about it, but the truth is real and cruel.

At this moment, a gray mist floated to his side, and finally condensed into the appearance of the Lord of Mist.
To be continued...