It's as painful as having to run a thousand meters in the college physical examination and then being forced to sign up for the three thousand meters in the sports meeting. At the same time, I took a day of advanced math classes and had a surprise review before the end of the semester, and then someone took advantage of me.
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Wilson struggled to open his eyes.
The first thing that comes into view is the unfamiliar beams and ceiling.
He stared blankly at the roof for a while. His eyes were empty and lifeless.
After a while, what happened in the past few days, especially exciting scenes like fighting monsters, poured into his mind one after another.
Then he grinned and sat up, clutching his abdomen, frowning and looking at this unfamiliar room.
He was lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a simple white quilt. The clothes he was wearing were folded on the head of the bed and pressed on a notebook with silver-white patterns. His glasses were also quiet.
Put the ground on top.
He quickly checked the human body and was surprised to find that his clothes had been stripped clean and the gunshot wound on his stomach had been carefully bandaged with a white bandage...
Looking around, this house is quite small. In addition to the bed he is sleeping on, there are also many small cracks on the walls, and rays of sunlight shine in through the dilapidated wooden windows.
What's going on?
Many speculations quickly ran through his mind.
The last thing he saw before he fainted was the strange painter.
After the battle with the Sphiagug giant, he struggled to stay awake until he saw the familiar person, and then he lost consciousness.
So, has he been brought back by the painter now?
And he kindly stripped off his wounds and bandaged them.
Wilson subconsciously touched his buttocks and breathed a sigh of relief.
Okay, okay, okay.
The painter also left a piece of underwear for him instead of stripping him naked.
He picked up his glasses from the bedside and put them on.
Professor Wilson is a little short-sighted like he was before time travel, but with the blessing of Ultra Power, he can see very far away and very clearly.
But wearing glasses has become a habit, and if you don't wear glasses, it will be a bit uncomfortable.
Professor Wilson's myopia was not very high, unlike a hundred years later when only a few people were not myopic.
He was about to get dressed and get out of bed, but as soon as he picked up the pile of clothes, he almost fainted from the smoke.
yue——
Yesterday, this suit was the only one he could wear among the luggage he carried. As a result, he spent the whole night digging in a hole in the ground, hanging out with ghouls, wandering around in the city of ancient giants, and was later stained with human blood.
, this taste can no longer be described as mixed.
I can only say that it tastes better than Cilizan.
Wilson's expression was twisted and tangled. He stared at his clothes and didn't move for a long time, as if he was making up his mind.
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and the painter with messy hair came in carrying a bucket of water. He saw Wilson sitting up and shouted in surprise: "Mr. South, you're awake."
"Yes." Wilson nodded slightly, "This is your room? Did you rescue me?"
"Yes." The painter scratched his cheek shyly, "I'm worried that something unexpected will happen to you, Mr. South."
"Thank you." Wilson thanked him sincerely.
After all, if the painter hadn't appeared at that time, he would have collapsed and passed out by now.
"But didn't I tell you not to get close to that place?" Wilson said worriedly.
He was not blaming the painter afterwards or seeking to settle a score with him, but he was worried about the painter's safety.
Fortunately, the painter appeared after he defeated the Sphiagogian giant and Marisula. If he came out to look for him during the battle, he might really be affected by their battle.
After the transformation, he and the two monsters were much larger than ordinary humans. Even the Guge Giant could only be barely regarded as a toy under such a terrifying height. Human beings were like insects and ants.
If you don't pay attention, you may be trampled to death.
And even if the battle is over, he will always be worried about the existence of the mastermind behind it.
What if the guy who summoned the monster wants to continue attacking him, but accidentally affects the painter?
Although this painter likes to be eccentric, in the process of dating, we can feel that he is a person who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside, and is easy to get along with.
He didn't want such a person to be implicated by him.
"Mr. Soth, after you asked us to leave there, we returned to the ghoul's lair."
The painter explained, "As a result, I suddenly felt the ground shaking, and the sudden surge of powerful power... It was like a great god had arrived, and that powerful aura made us very uneasy... It felt like the whole world
They were all out of place. But soon, that aura suddenly disappeared."
"Then there was an earth-shaking shock of terror, as if the mountains outside had collapsed, and the dim light coming in became particularly dazzling."
The painter said with lingering fear, "None of us dared to go outside to see what was going on. Even the boldest among the ghouls were frightened by the movements outside. Some even suspected that it was those ancient giants.
Once again the people have offended the gods."
"It wasn't until after the earthquake that we dared to poke our heads out of the cave entrance to observe the outside..."
"Then we saw the ruins of the ancient city of giants." The painter took a long sigh, his eyes filled with fear, "What a powerful force it was to turn that giant city into that..."
It looks like this. Maybe the gods came to the world and brought horrific divine punishment."
As he spoke, he carefully looked at the mysterious Mr. South sitting on the bed.
What the painter did not say was that he was once worried about Mr. South's safety. After all, the mysterious man was his guest and a friend with whom he had a good conversation.
He risked a glance from the entrance of the cave... and then he saw the extremely majestic golden giant standing on the earth. How sacred and dazzling it was...
That must be some great existence! A supreme god!
There was an incredible guess in his mind.
Maybe this Mr. Soth is the incarnation of the person walking in the world, or maybe his messenger.
This can explain his mysterious style, his inadvertent miraculousness, and his enigmatic and calm attitude.
The painter deeply remembers that at the end, when he went to look for Mr. South, this man stood on the boulder and looked down at everything with his extraordinary magnanimity...
After Mr. South listened to what he said, he didn't show much strangeness, and just showed a shallow smile towards him.